This is a short drabble inspired by a post @ih8simps made yesterday and I haven't been able to get it out of my head since.
A/N: Sorry I know this isn't my best work at all and I haven't posted a story in a bit but I've been in a writing rut and it's like I can't write my ideas out as good as I can imagine them. I have 3 different half written things in my docs because I'm not happy with any of them. But school starts soon which means ill strike genius when I'm supposed to do homework instead.
You and Yuta decided to go to a baseball game together. More so he wanted to go and you said yes because he was so cute you couldn’t turn him down. You honestly weren’t a big fan and you had no idea he even liked baseball until he asked you to go.
You and Yuta were in your seats with drinks and hot dogs. You felt over dressed for the occasion trying to look good for him since It wasn’t often the two of you got to go do something like this without someone tagging along but now you felt out of place. People had been staring at you like you were an alien when the two of you first entered the stadium. Yuta knocked you out of your thoughts as he started to speak once it hit half time. “Yeah, I honestly like playing it more than watching it. I wasn’t a fan until I had to play it for the sister school event. After that I started to watch a few games when they were on. The others watch them too I'm sure you’ve seen but you usually go to your room when sports are on” You giggled “Yeah I’ve never been one to watch sports. Yuji was so jealous when I told him you were bringing me to the game instead of him and said it wasn’t fair because I don't like baseball. He said that everyone back on campus is watching this game today.” Yuta smiled at you “well it’s been a minute since we’ve hung out just the two of us and I figured this was a good game to bring you to. These two teams are rivals so I figured it would make an interesting game because both sides will be giving it their all and the crowd will be feisty”. They definitely were. You had heard more shouting, cheering, and booing than you had ever heard before.
You nodded and looked at the jumbo tron that said ‘kiss cam’ as the announcers went on “It’s reached time for us to play cupid! I hope the audience brought someone cute with them today” “Why do you think i invited your mother?” You let out a laugh and turned to Yuta “I didn’t know these places still did kiss cams. I kinda hope we see something messy” the screen lit up with a middle aged couple who cheered then kissed. Yuta started laughing “last game I went to the guy wouldn’t kiss his wife and a different guy kissed her” you laughed before your eyes and brain finally connected and you realized you and Yuta were on the screen “look at these two! I'm pretty sure they look like they like each other” “I think so too. She’s dressed for a dinner date not a baseball game” You continued to stare dumbly at the screen both you and Yuta were red as can be. You were frozen in fear. You liked him so much but if you kissed would it be weird? Is it weirder if you don’t kiss him? Before you could think of what you're supposed to do in a predicament like this you saw him move on the screen and felt a light peck on your cheek.
The camera changed to a different couple and you looked at Yuta before quickly looking away because a smile was growing on your face that you couldn’t hold back. Out of the corner of your eye you saw the camera change back to you and Yuta “I think we were right, look at that smile on her face” You saw Yuta’s flustered face on the screen as he smiled and covered it quickly with his hand. “Let’s give them another shot” Ok if he kissed you on the cheek then it wouldn't be weird if you did it back right? You turned quickly and kissed his cheek as he turned redder than you have ever seen him before and that was a hard feat because he was very easy to fluster “they seem a little shy!”
the camera changed again and you and Yuta made eye contact before you both quickly turned away from one another but you caught a smile on his face. This was so much so fast and your heart was racing. You kissed your crush not once but twice and in front of thousands of people….Your friends were all watching this at home… Oh god you were starting to sweat. You started to fan yourself with your shirt looking out of the corner of your eye to make sure Yuta couldn’t see how flustered you were making yourself. “BHahaha!” oh no Yuta definitely saw. You were back on screen fanning yourself like an idiot from a simple kiss on the cheek. You stopped and stared and you saw and heard Yuta giggle from beside you as you covered your crimson face. “KISS!” you started to hear people around you and the hosts chant ‘kiss’ as you and Yuta stared at the screen. “Its been years since we've seen two people this flustered. Kiss! We want the real deal!” Yuta turned to you with a big smile on his face and you looked at him trying not to combust “Is it ok if I kiss you?” You nodded your head dumbly as you both leaned towards one another. He put his hand on your cheek and pulled you closer leaving a soft kiss on your lips before pulling back and smiling while looking deeply into your gaze. “YESSSSS FINALLYYY!” “What a halftime folks! Kept me on the edge of my seat just like the game!”
Pov : you almost died so you decided you deserve to at least feel pretty in this dangerous lifetime, Reader is new to makeup and wearing heels ]
You never wore heels before, being very health concious you were well aware that high heels could be unhealthy over time. Then again, being a sorcerer wasn’t exactly so healthy either. So, today, after a mission that almost cost you your life for a pathetically insignifiant income, you decided, on a whim to buy yourself a pair of high heels.
You didn’t do things half way and picked the sexiest most unpractical pair of heels you found, a black pair of high heels with thick square-like heels. 10 centimeters high. When you went back to your room, you spent the whole evening practicing walking in them. When you felt you had mastered the art of walking in high heels, you took a shower and put on your favorite outfits and all the gold jewleries you had saved up for a "special occasion."
"Being alive is a special occasion." You said to yourself as you awkwardly put on mascara. Thankfully after a good 10 minutes you managed to have a somewhat decent makeup look.
You decided to go surprise your lover. Checking your face in the mirror one last time, you knocked at his door. You heard voices from inside signaling he wasnt allone. To your surprise, it was Maki who opened the door. She paused for a moment looking at you from head to toe. She winced. "Too much.." you blinked, flustered. "W-what do you mean too much?!" She sighed and rubbed the bridge of her nose. "It dosen’t look natural, let’s go see Nobara before you make a fool of yourself."
You felt a bit embarassed first because of the look Maki gave you and also because you kind of liked the makeup you had on. You tried to replicate the trendy douyin makeup.. minus the contacts. That one seemed a bit too scary to try out.
Without asking for your consent, Maki dragged you all the way across the dorm to Nobara’s room. "Yuta is my best friend, I know better what he likes." She had said. Well damn talk about being a wingwoman. "I didn’t do it for him." You mumbled, she turned at looked at you closely, wrinkling her nose. "Hm.."
"I’m for real Maki, I almost died today ! I just wanted to show off to Yuta, but if he dislikes it it’s fine too. He’ll probably say its pretty anyway just to be polite. I mean, he’s not with me for my looks, I think it’s pretty obvious by now.."
Maki sighed and shook her head.
"Fine then, sorry that was rude of me to assume. "
"Maki Zenin apologize ? Wow, that’s a new one."
"Don’t push your luck." She grunted and you laughed,
"Well then, i’ll go see Yuta now."
You waved at her and went to Yuta’s room, now this time, no interruption. But as you were about to knock, you hesitated. Shit, you had felt so confident just a few minutes ago with Maki but now, doubt began tugging at your heartstrings. What if he hates it ?
"Gah it dosent matter.. it dosent matter why am I even here? If it dosent matter I should just.." you turned to leave but the door opened.
"Sweetie ?" He called, his voice so soft you felt your heart began to race in your chest, air sucked in your lung as if you forgot how to breathe.
"Um. H-hi.."
There was a silence, he took your new appearence in. "New shoes ? And.. did you get your makeup done ? That’s really beautiful, it suits you."
Oh lord is he just saying that to be nice ? You should feel happy, but you just felt exposed you raised your hand to cover your chest. "Is this gold ? I didn't know you owned that many jewleries. I guess I know what kind ring i’ll get you now."
Ring ?!
You snapped your head towards him he had this sweet smile on his lips, so genuine it killed off any remaining doubts.
"You really like this ? It’s not.. too much ?"
He tilted his head. "Why would it be too much ? You like it, no ? If it makes you happy, I’d never get too much of you. I like seeing you taking the time to pamper yourself."
You walked, no, stumbled to be correct, towards him, almost tripping but he caught you by the waist. "Careful." He chuckled "Are you okay ?"
"I almost died.!"
Fuck what a way to ruin the mood.
"Uhh I mean.. i’m good."
But it was too late, his eyes were already wide with worry. He placed his hands on your cheeks, as if to check for any injury. "I’m fine, i’m fine, I’m not hurt just got really close to being killed that’s why I.. well, decided to pamper myself like you said."
He sighed in relief and hugged you tightly, kissing the top of your head. "I’m so sorry I was there.." he pulled away to look at you and caress your cheek. "You look beautiful in that outfit, my angel. Never doubt that, okay ?"
cw; piss; urethra play? (no penetration)
ৎ୭. Yuuta is obssessed with your pee hole ❣
Usually, Yuuta wouldn't have the heart to deny you pleasure at any point in time. Usually. 'Cause after he notices how your little pee hole jumps, twitching the closer you get to your orgasm, he can't help it, he's got to torture you a little.
A little being an understatement as he pushes you into a state of overwhelming pleasure while simultaneously withholding your relief so he can see your holes spasm frantically with every swipe of his calloused thumb against your clit, pressing down, rubbing your sensitive bud harshly when he really wants to see your holes desperately clenching around nothing.
Every reaction your body gives to his touch chips away at his sanity and control, he's steadily losing all control of himself as he becomes more and more entranced by your little opening, muscle clenched tight because nothing's supposed to go in there. Yet, his mouth waters and his tongue throbs in anticipation, twitching against the roof of his mouth at the what ifs.
A lick wouldn't hurt would it?
He can't fight against his offending desires as he leans down, getting up close and personal with your cunt, before opening up his maw so his tongue can swipe at your cute little pee hole. You can feel the amount of saliva that's been accumulating in his mouth leak down your flesh, joining the mess of slick forming a puddle under your ass from how long you've endured his treatment.
It's not about edging you anymore, now his main focus is to fully indulge in your pussy, taking in the way your thighs are tensed in their spread out position on either side of you as he allows a wave of ecstasy to finally wash over you. The feeling of your pussy contracting and pulsing frantically against his tongue driving him wild, making him breathe hard against your pussy. He moans when you lose control of your body from the pleasure and he's rewarded with a squirt of piss against his tongue, increasing his efforts; pinching your clit between his thumb and middle finger and vigorously licking up the juices around your cunt, slipping his tongue in for a moment to give your gummy walls something to clench on, before gently sucking on your piss hole.
You're well into the realm of overstimulation, trying to snap your legs closed to potentially make some sort of escape from the assault on your genitals possible. Though, it's no use with Yuuta keeping them spread by pressing them down with the weight of his hands; one thigh being held by his hand; the other pressed down by the weight of the arm he has resting on it while his fingers press on your clit. There's no telling when Yuuta will be satisfied or give you a moment of reprieve, you try to get your mouth to form words, yet you can't seem to get them out in between your whines and moans, your treacherous body craves the extended pleasure—you'd be fool to put a stop to it. It hurts so good you can barely breathe, gasping for air as your body is indecisive between arching into Yuuta's ministrations or running away from it.
You can feel the tell-tale signs of another orgasm; shivers rack your body; more beads of sweat forming on your skin; that sensation of your abdomen tensing up in anticipation; hips that were once indecisive, gyrating and grinding up against Yuuta's face as your hands fly down to grip his dark locks while babbled pleas for more spill from your loose lips.
This orgasm is worlds more intense than the others, causing a tremble to spread throughout your body and instead of letting out a little squirt, your piss hole finally gives up the fight and opens up fully to release all the rest of fluid stored in you into Yuuta's waiting mouth. He graciously licks everything up, groaning here and there at the addictive taste.
"Yuuta….hurts."
Your voice snaps his attention away from creating another mess, his mind clearing up the more his vision comes back into focus on your figure. Having your legs spread out to the side would ache after a while, even more so from the amount of time he's been running you ragged. A little voice in the back of his head protests against the pause. He wants more, needs more—but your comfort comes first. His hands get to work massaging places where you'd feel muscle cramps the most; thighs and hip. After all—Yuuta always takes care of his baby.
fwb!yuta x reader please!!!! that sounds like such a good idea. maybe he agreed to it because reader was feeling left out and lonely because they’re not with anyone so yuta offers himself to reader. he’s ecstatic and definitely tries to use being fwb with reader to not be exclusive with them but be their partner eventually. (same person who requested the sukuna breeds; yuji keeps request)
can i be a lime? :D
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hello 🍋🟩 anon!! i am so sorry this took so long, but i am very happy to meet you!! i will also say that writing this reminded me of a very specific time in my life and i am sorry if it bled through but i hope it is still enjoyable and creepy enough :D
-content warning: angst :(, manipulative?yuuta, implied breeding (if you squint at the end), reader is lowk situationshipping yuuta & being a fuckboy :(
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Things have gotten out of hand.
You realize it when he’s laying his head in your lap while watching TV. Your fingers are in his hair, combing through his scalp how you know he likes. A few months ago, you didn’t know that. You also didn’t know what he looked like naked, didn’t know he was that good with his hands…
A cough cleared your throat as you shifted beneath him, thighs clenching together just the slightest. Things with Yuuta had changed; they had become more intimate than you intended.
No strings attached, he had said, but you should have seen through your lust and recognized the yearning look in his eyes.
As if he can sense you drifting away, he sits up, twisting his body toward you so he can plant a kiss on your neck. The sensation against your pulse causes it to quicken, body instantly sagging back in the prey position. You barely gasp at the little bite of his teeth.
“Yuuta…” you whine. “What did I say about marks?”
“Sorry, I forgot.” He pulls back with a sheepish smile.
You huff but you pull him in for a hungry kiss, running your hands down his chest. It’s more difficult to read into when you have him like this. He moans into your mouth, placing a hand behind you on the cushion to help steady himself.
But just as you’re about to reach for the tent in his pants, he pulls off, rolling back to sit beside you. “You know, I was thinking maybe we could grab dinner at that new place you’ve been wanting to go to? Maybe get a sweet treat after?”
You look at him with lips parted and chest heaving. “I’m not that hungry.”
“Okay… maybe that was my way of saying I want a sweet treat.” He winces, scratching the back of his head. “What about that boba spot a couple blocks down? The one with the claw machines in the back?”
You groan, throwing your head back. “Everytime we go there the workers think we’re a couple.”
He licks his lips. “Who cares what they think?”
You shrug, rolling your head away so you don’t have to see him. It broke your heart to act so harshly, but while you enjoyed fucking Yuuta, you couldn’t see yourself being with him long-term.
“And what would be so bad about us being a couple, anyway? We basically spend every day together—”
“Yeah, but—”
“—and we fuck all the time.”
“But, Yuuta—”
“And it’s not like we’re seeing other people.”
You fall silent as he nervously glances at you.
“Right?” He reiterates, looking at you expectantly.
“Yuuta…” You straighten up, twiddling your thumbs. “I am kind of talking to someone.”
“Who?” He almost cuts you off with his question.
You grimace. “Someone from work, and we- we haven’t done anything, but I think we—you and I—should stop seeing each other.”
His eyebrows twitch. “But… we can still be friends, right?”
You press your lips together, avoiding his gaze. “I don’t know.”
“But we were friends before—”
“But things were different before.” Your voice shakes with grief as you try your best to face him head on, reaching over to grab his hands in a tender gesture. “I know I ruined things between us and I’m sorry, but I hope you- you can forgive me.”
He looks down at where your hands meet for a moment as if to get himself together. “Of course I can forgive you… I love you.”
You close your eyes and sigh through your nose as he continues making you feel like the worst person in the world. “Yuuta, don’t…”
“I love you.” He repeats, interlacing his fingers with yours. “I love you so much it scares me sometimes.”
You couldn’t even muster words in that moment, tears brimming your eyes. How were you supposed to tell your friend you didn’t like him like that despite fucking and keeping him around for months? You were in too deep.
“Yuuta, you should go.” You spoke it all at once just to get it out of your mouth.
“What? Why?” He bristles. “We can- we can go back to watching TV if that’s what you want.”
“No.” You pull your hands away from his, standing from the couch and nodding your head at the door. “I want you to leave. Please.”
“But…” he joins you on your feet, hands hovering over you, ready to put you at ease. “Not like leave leave, right?”
“I don’t know!” You raise your voice, wiping the tears from your face. “Just- go!”
“Aw, baby, don’t cry.” He coddles you, wraps his arms around you despite your pushing. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you upset with anything I said. Let’s just go back to how it was. I can make it all better.”
Yuuta began to pepper your face with kisses as your heart seized in your chest. This was dangerous territory; you had asked him to leave and he didn’t.
“Stop!” You try again, slapping your hands against his chest. “Get off!”
“You don’t mean that.” He brushes any hair from your face so he can get a good look into your eyes. “I know you love me, too. Why else would you keep me around so long?”
Loneliness. Selfishness. The list goes on.
“So I don’t know who this guy in your phone is…” Yuuta wags the device he fished out of your pocket in front of you. “But you’re going to tell him you have a boyfriend. And then I’m going to make you mine forever.”
Moth, who in jjk do you think is more likely to use a one wish willow to make reader love them?
TOMMMMMYYYY this is a torturous question.... i think they all have the potential to use it but the names that come up in particular are yuuta, choso, maybe megumi? basically all the repressed ones...
if we are following the obsession lore (thank you for acknowledging my obsession watch), i think yuuta would be the most into it. you and rika would be best friends<3 or maybe hate each other? probably the latter.
profiles .ᐟ.ᐟ (in order of yn (you), yuta, rika, yuji, megumi, maki, nobara, toge, and panda!)
synopsis: in which, you, a teenage girl who’s a bit moody is completely oblivious to the crush her best friend yuuta is harboring on her. she plays libero for both her high school volleyball team and her club planning to transfer her for a D1 scholarship, and he is the assigned photographer for her school team, even capturing photos of her when not needed (not in a stalker way.. maybe..). they truly are the perfect match.
a/n : i’m most likely not gonna be consistent with this and have no idea where this is heading but yolo i guess 🔥🐕
steamy makeout session with o. yūta in the backseat of a car!
mdni
Make outs with him always have this quiet desperation, along with too much reverence, too much intimacy for the way you are grinding into each other in the backseat of his car. His hands — callous after all the training— are always so tender, so attentive, leaving no trace of the skin of your navel, your torso, your chest unattended. He knows what you want, what you need. But as much as he loves spoiling you he is also a little tease, so his thumbs dig under the fabric of your bra, thumbs softly caressing the tender flesh while you breath into your shared kiss that you want him to touch you.
HIs pupils darken at the liquid desperation in your voice. He chuckles into the kiss, bulge pressing to your panties as your skirt has slipped over your ass and is now scrunched around the perfect curve of your waist.
His voice is equal parts adoration and hunger. "Yeah? My pretty girl wants to be touched? Want me to tease your pretty nipples until you are squirming in my lap?"
Your core throbs, you sway your hips to find the friction of his member pressing into your pussy, desperate for more, for anything. He has the ability to undo you with just his words, always so honest about his adoration, but also about all the ways he plans to make you bend around his desire.
And you look so pretty, all desperate and needy, shame completely forgotten as you press your lips into his, a wet slow kiss that has him savoring you in a gentle but intense cadence that has you gasping for air, your fingers raking through his scalp and the electricity of your touch runs through his spine as he finally caresses your already hardened nipples with the pads of his thumbs.
You breathe softly into the kiss, relief and heat mixing into a sigh, and he shakes his head.
"You're too spoiled, did you know that?"
You don't answer, too busy reaching for his buckle to undo his pants, too eager to feel the heat oh his hot cock in your palm. He closes his eyes for a moment at the feeling, savoring the warmth of your bodies pressing together. When your hand finally finds what you were looking for your eyes have a dangerous glint, mischief and craving.
You apply the perfect pressure on his tip and he hisses at the contact, thumbs reacting by pinching your nipples in an unrefined movement. Your whine mixes with his own shaky breath.
His lips find your neck where he starts lapping at your pulse point. "You'll forever be my undoing and the reason for my insanity".
Tags. Established Relationship + Hurt/Comfort + Fluff + Yuuta Okkotsu has a Gender Identity Crisis + Making Out + Eventual smut
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Your hair is stuck to your forehead, and the black pools in your eyes could rival a cat's hunting, piercing stare. You pant, "Oh, God."
"Yeah," he mumbles, and his now-longer dark hair falls on his face, cascading down his shoulders, while he tucks the strands covering your face behind your ear. "Got hit by a curse… Ieri-sensei told me it'll last a week."
Yuuta got turned into the most drop-dead gorgeous woman you've ever seen, straight out of a model's magazine—dark, long, silky, pin-straight hair and stunning navy blue eyes.
Or also: Yuuta gets turned into a "woman" for a week, and he projects his own insecurities on how you treat him, even though you love him just the same at the end of the day.
