DARLINGS: satoru gojo x reader; dom!reader, reader has vocal lines, low-key meandom!reader
NOTE: thank you for your pretty request
Satoru was always annoying; at least a little, at least covertly, at least unobtrusively — but always got on the nerves of others, as if checking how much he could pull before patience broke like a red rag, limiting the line beyond which his behavior becomes intolerant. He has never been a guy who liked restrictions, and even less liked to follow them, breaking any rules and pushing boundaries until makes them practically irrelevant, defiantly metaphorically turning up his nose, knowing that nothing will happen to him for it.
And if earlier someone could say that this was 'adolescence', 'frivolous and empty-headed from lack of experience', 'arrogant from high status', now there was no excuse except "upstart" and "brat" — and you were one of those people. However, for you this name had a slightly different meaning.
“Bad dog.”
Even when the leash forces him to move forward, he only growls in response, jerking his whole body back — only to be pulled forward even more, resting his knee on the floor, trying to resist your movements.
Satoru especially loved pushing your boundaries and how long you can tolerate him, — and it was a very short period, because, unlike the others, you had no reason to tolerate his character.
“Obey orders,”
Satoru growls briefly, trying to stay in place, but crawls when the leash in your hands is stretched too much, forcing him to obey if not words, then how much his pretty collar around neck pushes him forward to your legs, as befits an obedient dog listening to his owner,
“mutt.”
An incorrigible, obstinate mutt. Because if a dog's duty was to be obedient and affectionate, then Satoru tried to make sure as soon as possible how long you can tolerate him before you put him off the leash on a chain. Unfortunately for him, you had all the time in the world to see how incorrigible a brat he could be, growling softly when your fingers cling to the edges of his collar, almost scratching, feeling rapid heartbeat under the skin while he kept defiant gaze, unable to tell you anything. At least you dealt with his annoying habit of not shutting up relatively quickly.
“You don't know when to calm down, do you? Bad dog.”
Satoru wants to say something, but is interrupted, almost choking, when you pull the leash on yourself, forcing to straighten up, kneeling with his back straight. The pose in which an obedient puppy should meet the owner — or the one in which a dog like him should be constantly until he learns the right manners; but even when Satoru tries to escape from your hands, resisting, you grab him tenaciously by the face, not letting him dodge, helping the naughty dog look into your eyes while you're talking, almost hammering words into him.
“What does a good puppy do when the owner asks to come up?”
Satoru is mildly silent for a few seconds, as if realizing something, like a cute puppy, and you realize that he understood, probably whine a little and agree, he always does that, — before Satoru growls just as before, defiantly turning his face away from your weakened grip and sitting on his bare knees, not at all shy of being naked compared to you, nor your obvious dissatisfaction, ignoring.
Dumb dog.
“Oh? Is the puppy feeling moody today?”
Satoru whines loudly, clearly agreeing, turning his head to see your suggestions and listen to what you have to say, putting up with his behavior — only to be pulled forward and up, unconsciously spreading his hips just to squeeze them together with your leg, and his plaintive, frightened whining is not enough for you to stop pulling the leash, still forcing him to look at your face and not to the side.
It's a pity that the puppy feels particularly moody today, because you definitely do not intend to tolerate it today.
“What happened? The dumb puppy does not know what to do when the owner is angry?”
Or do you think you can get away with it?
His growl gets stuck in throat, giving room only for whining when you put hand on his throat, slightly squeezing, on the other hand not letting go of the leash, — but his hips shake when you move your leg, forcing him to move in time with you, ignoring his new plaintive whining mixed with sighs and sounds.
“My dumb pathetic puppy doesn't know what to do with the owner's leg? Then I'll help you and remind you,” Satoru's body shakes as you move back and forth. “Needy.”
In response, Satoru only makes inarticulate sounds, spreading his hips wider, but whines with displeasure when you stop, ignoring him — and defiantly does not move, letting you know that he will not be led to such a provocation. After all, he's breaking the rules, not obeying them.
You don't lift his head when he looks down at the floor,
pathetically drooling while hump on your leg, — but you can't refuse to "help" him, making him squeal every time, dripping on you with a precum, like a needy dog in heat, sticking out his tongue if he could really do it, fucking you at a hastily nervous pace, sometimes switching to relaxing rubbing against you, slightly whining to start moving again, ignoring even your tenacious grip on his hair to lift up his ruddy, hard-breathing face.
After all, breeding is the only thing a recalcitrant dog like him is good for.
But even when his precum drips from you to the floor, soaking, Satoru hastily twitches, trying to avoid your grip, — humiliatingly whining when he realizes that this is impossible, rubbing your leg between his thighs to ease the tension.
“How should a good puppy behave?”
Satoru falls silent, averting his gaze — but immediately interrupts his own silence, whining in understanding when you (threateningly) try to remove your leg. Of course he understands — especially by those misty eyes that don't understand anything happening except itching.
“You can't cum,” and, before Satoru understands what you are talking about and makes dissatisfied plaintive sounds, trying to pity you, “and if you're going to be outraged now, it won't be just for this session.”
This is for his own good — even if he clearly does not believe you, squinting with discontent, clearly calculating how much submission is justified before agrees, resuming movements, humping your leg at a slower pace, almost purring when you stroke his hair, gently helping him a little, because even if sometimes he behaves like a mutt, he can still be an obedient and affectionate puppy, loving touch and tenderness. Such a pretty thing. When he has had enough, you will definitely give him a bath — as a reward for good behavior.
(The fact that you believed in his approval does not mean that he really agrees, however — he could not say anything.)
DARLINGS: yuuta okkotsu x reader; dom!reader, dark!reader implied, dark!yuuta okkotsu implied, trans guy yuuta okkotsu implied [?]
NOTE: attempt number five; I apologize to all the treats who have to put up with me (⊃ω⊂)
The absence of climax was not a rare completion — sometimes it was not even a goal, sometimes you were just exhausted to continue “making love”, in other cases you pressed tightly against each other, squeezing, rubbing your thigh between his legs, or allowing him to rub against you just to be closer and tighter, looking not for sexual satisfaction, but physical 'discharge’, obsessively trying to get rid of any empty space between you to become something unified, clinging to the skin with nails and fangs to feel the beating of another heart, craving more intimacy than pleasure.
Yuuta loved it when you didn’t bring him to orgasm, making him to whine and feverishly cling to you, refusing to satisfy him until he fulfills your conditions and confirms his status as your good boy, taking care that you cum before him. After all, you knew how important it was for him to be a pleasure giver, and you preferred to go along with it, indulging, — or just taking advantage of his puppy-like nature when he looked with huge doe eyes with adoration, knowing that you are enjoying yourself because of him and are more than grateful to him; that he is the only one who can touch you like that, and to whose touch you react like that.
When Yuuta feels your taste in mouth, or when his fingers try to caress you as skillfully as possible, sometimes twitching from overexcitation, feeling that you feel more than good, pulling his hair or saying how good he is, letting him bury himself as close as possible into you in a blind search for more of you — maybe awkwardly touching or rubbing against your thigh is more likely during senseless nervousness from delight and overexcitation than in an effort to also cum. Not that he cares about anything as much as your pleasure — even when himself does not reach orgasm or does not understand even when he does it, preferring to try to bring you and feel how you fuck his mouth or make him move fingers differently, clinging to his hair or biting his defenseless neck, leaving lovebites.
… Sometimes it happened that only one of you came.
This was also normal. You both knew about such cases and were ready to discuss if someone felt wrong — there was no point in lying about it, hiding it or feeling uncomfortable. Orgasms weren’t simultaneous, just didn’t happen, only happened to one of you, or weren’t even a goal — and you were both open about it. Yuuta would not lie to you even if his life depended on it, preferring to be as honest and sincere as possible with you, fearing the possible consequences of his lies, while you could not do this with your beloved, who was almost obsessively devoted and loving, believing and trusting you unconditionally. Of course, you could commit wrong or harmful actions, but not when Yuuta looked with his puppy-dog eyes, believing that you would not lie to him about something important to him.
In fact, there is no reason for you to lie to him or not believe in his words…
“I'm— I’m so—”
… Therefore, even when you didn’t feel the usual pulsation — or rather, you felt it, but not as usual, — you just kept silent, hearing quiet whining and trembling in his body, although Yuuta’s hips were not pressed as usual, and you could easily move away, as if it wasn’t him at all usually unconsciously squeezed around you almost to the point of pain with his legs, forgetting himself with delight. To feel how Yuuta relaxes with pleasure, breathing heavily, as his body trembles slightly with excitement — not quite as you are used to, usually he does not even have the strength to tremble after orgasm, — as if trying to feel even more pleasure, experiencing the last waves, covering his mouth so as not to be too loud.
His body is soft and sticky, deliciously warm when Yuuta presses against you, touching your neck with his lips, letting you touch his body, reacting only slightly when you stroke and touch him, without blinking from post-orgasmic sensitivity and without twitching when your fingers stretch lower, drawing invisible lines on skin. The only thing Yuuta opens his eyes to is when you ask if he is well — and in response you get only a gently affectionate “yes, of course! it was wonderful…”, but you can’t deny that for some reason you don’t feel satisfied, even when in response to the clarification “did he have an orgasm like you” you get a nervously enthusiastic conviction. But, hm, will he ever deceive you?
Would he deceive you?
“No! I—”
When Yuuta stops, as if realizing something (maybe a promise not to lie to you about things that are important to you, or that he won’t hide what concerns him so that you don’t worry), you still don’t want to assume that he is trying to hide it, he may just get cold, — but his subsequent strange fidgeting and almost guilty tone turn out to be more eloquent, even if you want to believe in him.
The silence was becoming uncomfortable.
His peaceful breathing (which recovered surprisingly quickly, apparently he used the reverse technique or was so used to such physical exertion that he was not impressed) turned out to be heavy again, although Yuuta did not say or do anything, just lying on top of you, and definitely did not feel any pleasure from the situation, even if rubbed his thigh lightly against yours leg, neither calming (himself? you?) or trying to seduce and distract you — but for some reason the thought that he deceived you made you feel wrong. And it wasn’t about the orgasm. For some reason, the idea that he just decided to deceive you, that you would believe anything, that you would not even pay attention to his usual reaction and false — all this made you feel… strange.
Did he really think you wouldn’t notice? Did he really think it meant nothing to you? Or did he think that you wouldn’t even pay attention to it?
And perhaps the most unpleasant thing was the thought that perhaps this is not the first time — you could only pay attention now, having seen the wrong friction, the wrong reaction, the wrong behavior, without even realizing that Yuuta had done the same thing earlier. To be proud of trust and openness only to find out that your beloved was not honest about the topic in which you were proud of yourself and how hard you can make him cum is not the most… pleasant feeling. And to feel his desperate clinging to you, in fear that you will get up right now and leave him for something that is not his 'mistake’, only broke you even more.
“I’m sorry— I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have done that, but I just saw that you were tired, and I decided—”
Yuuta freezes with nervous fright when you pull him — but doesn’t stop, letting you get comfortable between his legs, not wanting to somehow hinder, slightly arched when you touch his stomach, stroking to make it clear that he can relax. Even if you were a little unhappy, it’s not really his fault — after all, it was you who made him think so, seeing your tired look after the past day, and it was just his attempts to somehow please you or at least not let you get upset so that you could rest.
Definitely not his fault.
“… Love?”
It wasn’t your fault either, though.
“L-love—”
But it’s up to you to do something about it.
His legs are shaking — not falsely shaking — when your hands are wrapped around his thighs, preventing from moving, not letting hide from you; when you casually kissing his hips and lower abdomen, teasing with your breath, making him squirm with impatience when you blow on sensitive skin or bite so close, touching his labia with your warm cheek, making him shiver every time from a soft but welcome rub when you draw a line on his thigh.
Yuuta is cute, especially when desperately denies it, whining in embarrassment while you talk about how handsome he is at the bottom, with thick lips and a small cock, absolutely worthy of a lot of kisses, but when you gently touch his dick — delightfully sensitive and hard, hidden under the hood, — with lips, Yuuta can’t hold back moans, squirming even harder as you gently caress, licking and sucking, trying not to overwhelm him too much, contrary to the need to only bury head more between his thighs and keep fucking him with your tongue until he cries, just to continue it.
Even when Yuuta’s fingers get tangled in your hair, convulsively grabbing because of the inability to wrap hips around your head, you tacitly agree, rubbing swollen, slightly protruding cock even harder, hearing his loud moans and feeling how he pulsates under your tongue, trying to push even deeper and harder, feel the heat of your mouth and how much you want to taste even more — mumbling vaguely about something when you gently push finger inside, allowing the juice to flow out more freely, facilitate your slow thrusts and strokes despite his whining about more, blindly looking for a more rough, but not teasing treatment. Inside Yuuta is soft, hot, hungry for more, and you can’t deny that you would like to stop right now to stretch him well and deep, as he likes, fucking him until you make him wet and swollen enough so that even a fleeting breath feels like too much for an overly sensitive dick; feeling how malleable he reacts to every push, greedily squeezing you inside, fighting the desire to grab you with the freed leg and press you even closer — and perhaps the awareness of the latter reminds you who you are currently doing and who has absolute attention right now, and that’s not you, even if Yuuta teases you so much that you only want to drive him to unconsciousness.
When he throws head back, lifting hips higher, trying to make you touch his throbbing, needy cock with tongue, tightly clenching your finger, arching his back to make an almost gasping whine as you continue, becoming even more soaked in his juice, but fucking him until Yuuta shudders again, trying to wrap his leg around you, giving to understand that he has not finished yet — ceasing only after the third short wave, moaning your name, and abruptly dropping into your hands, again securely holding his hips.
The air soaked in his juices and filled with heavy sighs and muffled moans, this time turns out to be much better than the past, — and when you see how he pulsates, being so lubricated in juices and cum that you could easily push two fingers into the usually tight Yuuta, you need willpower to stop, listening to his breathing.
“This… It was…” Yuuta is interrupted for a moment when he feels you gently kissing his penis, hardening again under your lips — but instead you go further, touching the top of the labia, and continue to kiss higher, making Yuuta to breathe fitfully, afraid to stop you while you draw a path from the bottom of the abdomen to the chest, leisurely kissing his collarbones and finally touching his neck, full of your lovemarks.
When you put your hand on his neck, his heart beats so fast that you wonder for a moment if everything is fine, but Yuuta blissfully closes his eyes, breathing deeply, allowing you to touch him as you please — but when your fingers reach lower, his breathing gets lost for a moment, feeling you stroke a little above the hood.
“… Thank you,” his eyes, distorted by a gentle charming haze, as it should be, almost glow when he shyly looks at you. “I was wrong when thought about… Uh, I’m sorry.”
… Still has so much energy, huh? You were sure that once would be enough. It’s not that you plan to continue, but, in that case, of course you should, right?
“H-honey, wait…”
He’s always so wet.
It doesn’t matter if you just took off his underwear, or have been preparing him for a long time, he is always so delightfully ready for you, even if it usually takes a little longer to get him to accept two fingers at the same time, stretching to such an extent that Yuuta drools, watching you push them inside, feeling so full just from something so small, nodding enthusiastically when you ask if he feels good, if you take good care of him, if he feels good being fucked by your fingers, being much more sincere than Yuuta, such a shameless sluthole — and only yours.
(Even if Yuuta shudders, you can feel him pulsating and squeezing you inside in response, much more honest in his reaction to you.)
Even if you bite his ears and neck, leaving your marks, Yuuta moans feeling your careless thrusts inside and back, filling the space with filthy sounds from which he blushes even more, knowing that you hear them, and waiting for you to tell him what a good and pretty slut he is for you, being so needy and wet, — but you are silent, not giving him any praise, kissing his ruined neck, only by changing the angle and speed,
and Yuuta can almost feel you grinning, knowing his need to hear you, waiting
“Am I good enough? Do I have to do something? M-my… is my hole g-good enough?”
for his sweet requests.
After all, he is such a good boy, even if his hot, throbbing hole is so desperately squeezing your fingers, not letting them get out of it, soaking everything in juice, almost begging you to be rougher and deeper — as if craving not your fingers, but when you will breed him without hesitation or doubt, filling only with yourself, forcing him to cum while you are busy trying to make Yuuta break his voice from moaning.
Such a good, sweet thing, loving only when he is fucked and forced to cum even against the will of the owner, and when Yuuta hides head in your neck, breathing fitfully, whining from overexcitation and too much sensitivity, sobbing briefly when you touch his dick with your finger, making him to distract from the fullness inside his hole, although he took only two fingers, — but he can no longer accept or hold, even hearing your hot whisper that he should last longer, you are ready to fuck him until his hole is ready for the third finger, roughly stretching it as it is necessary for such a slut who adores you so much that he is ready even not to feel an orgasm just to be silly fucked when his lie is revealed.
Then, at the moment of disclosure, you just had to bury his nose in the pillow and continue going against his words,
and that’s enough to throw Yuuta over the edge,
squeezing and twitching on your fingers in delight and another orgasm.
His body is so deliciously warm that you can’t refuse the opportunity to hold him close when Yuuta digs nails into your skin, experiencing post-orgasmic delight, — real this time, — squeezing and unclenching grip, hiding face in you, calming you with his breath and a slight tremor. Even if you feel how Yuuta is gradually recovering, coming out of his ambivalent state, ceasing to react so worryingly inhibited to any stimuli, but you can’t refuse the opportunity to kiss his hot wet forehead while stroking his sticky back, letting him feel warm and cozy when he wakes up — and for sure he will worry that you’ve been lying down all this time instead of going to wash while he wakes up, but you don’t think so.
Because, well, now it’s definitely your responsibility.
precious special grade yuuta and his special grade darling <3 truest power couple <3 he'd be exponentially drawn to you if you were protective of him; you'd like him?? that much?? i mean... have you seen the other first years??.... are you sure?
in spite of the powerful amalgamation that is his dead best friend frantically swiping at you when you closely enter his perimeter, you still make the effort to smile at him charmingly and ensure that his training goes smoothly, and calm him down when he's frantic about the enemies, and eat with him on breaks, and see to that he isn't teased too much, and-- how can you expect him NOT to get flustered? he's so... unused to this, this strong positive bond after a life of induced isolation + unprocessed trauma; and he's likely to do anything, absolutely anything, to protect it. even if you're so much more skilled than him-- easily triumphing over him every time, he just wants to return the gesture, okay?
shdneg and when rika's soul finally passes on, im sure he'd be glad he's finally able to be fully... interested in private sparring sessions... just from an experienced special grade sorcerer to another special grade, you know? thus, it would require his full attention.
what a hassle, your white clothes. the others might be able to deduce what happened; when he grinds on your pants, or when his cum slicks down the front of your uniform, when he sobs into your shoulder.. if it leaves an opaque stain, a brand of his neediness, he'd be a taaaaaad too mortified. still, he's the one attached to your hip and constantly desiring to initiate sex, so.... law of equivalent exchange <3
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content warnings: power imbalance (heavy implied), pet names, mutual obsessive behaviour (light worshipping r., clinginess, you are very coddling him & slightly brainwashing without realizing it), traumatic experience is mentioned (forced social isolation, lack of social experience, slightly delusional thinking, touch + attention starvation, he is such a desperate puppy), few emotional breakdowns here and there; poor little woof woof who can unexpectedly bite, now he has a gray morality
heavy petting, crying, oral sex (r.), hyperstimulation (g.), hypersexuality / fuck make love all the time
Yuuta is just a huge simp & pleaser; you're a disaster... and simp.
sjshjshshs,,, zjshsjsjjdd,,,, sjsjs,,,, listen, love, but when you belong to a special class,,,,,,,, this is the kind of food that I can eat at any time,,, my guilty pleasure,,,,,,
Maybe- maybe you have a few problems here and there because of how strong and over-developed you are — and maybe that's why when another "special grade" gets into the class, you don't even try to make it clear that you won't patronize and coo over him, forcing 'sensei' accept it, since this will still remain the most acceptable way.
In the end, it's obvious that Yuuta needs to get used to people — and it's obvious that leaving him with you is the best solution. Other 'fellow students' need time to get used to him, and it's even good that you, instead of considering him a threat, were so welcoming and affectionate; although it's a bit like you treat him neither as a pet nor as a younger brother, it's still much better than a hidden or open enmity with the curse in his body. Yuuta is so timid and restless, which makes Rika feel an even greater desire to hide him from others, so your ignoring such troubles is actually a solution — or maybe sensei just doesn't want to do this, this option is also very plausible, but you don't mind.
Rika doesn't treat you very well, but you still convince the nervous Yuuta that it doesn't matter, you understand everything; in the end, she's probably almost cute, you understand her — you wouldn't want to let go of such the cutie either. You just want to get along with him, and no curse can stop you if it can't even seriously hurt you, and although Rika is definitely unhappy to hear this, Yuuta can't deny that for some reason he felt warm.
Maybe it's your gentle friendliness in spite of his complex behavior, maybe the understanding that he can't hurt you anyway and you don't mind any of his peculiarities — but you just seem so special and inspiring confidence. Next to you, he just feels so protected and safe; you will protect him from others, and protect others from him — he should not worry about such things while you are around.
You understand what it's like to have a huge uncontrollable power, and you are ready to help him out of pure enthusiasm, even if his, um, hyperprotective friend is not very happy with you. But it doesn't matter, as long as he wants you — you are sympathetic and understanding, and he should take advantage of this!
Or when you wander around, saying something and helping him feel more at ease, convincing him that you understand him (almost mockingly "how can anyone understand you better than him" — you hope that he shares these feelings), and Yuuta feels so frivolously happy, feeling how you unobtrusively look after him and take care of his comfort, even if he blushes too desperately and is confused at first; he reaches for the intensity that you want to give him, too hungry for positive attention and the feeling that someone from the living people want to form a connection with him.
When you want "the best for him", gently convincing him that you, of course, know what is best — but you do not insist at all and do not force him. Yuuta is so desperate that even if you are cooing over him out of some much less innocent intentions, he lets you do it as long as you make him feel full of this delight. He has no experience, no understanding, except blind faith and feelings that you will not do anything wrong for him — and that he wants to return all the good that you indiscriminately gave him, at least as an unconditional trust, so as not to even cause you to doubt his gratitude.
You take care of him all the time, soothe him, gently almost tease him, teach him, listen and hear him — Yuuta can't even remember when someone was so affectionate and caring, but even when he involuntarily cries, telling you about it, you accept him.
Do you really think that he will not be greedy, feeling loved and needed? Even if your love is at first the purest platonic, he can't help but stick to you at any moment when he is free. You are so similar, but so different — and he is desperately reaching out to become the same, to become even better, to be worthy.
When his nervousness, his shyness, his fearfulness is replaced by devotion and loyalty; when he feels that now it's his time to give you more than to accept.
It doesn't matter what you want, he'll get it for you.
He is still the same gentle and slightly anxious, with his silly love for any animals, excessive politeness and the constant need to cling to you — but you are not sure that he is really the same Yuuta who screamed whenever you did not try to look as harmless as possible. The same Yuuta who blushed from any proximity, was afraid of unexpected touches, was sensitive even to a non-soft aura and could not even hold a weapon in his hands. Yuuta, who wanted to dispel Rika, told you about his past and asked about yours.
But it doesn't really bother you — and no one knows for the worse or for the better.
Yuuta does not like to fight, he hates to fight, he hates to fight back; he is too soft and hothouse, like a flower blooming only under the moonlight, because the sun is too bright for him — he does not understand the thirst for battle, he does not understand the meaning of fighting for himself if he can hide and run away... but he takes when you allow yourself an almost gentle teasing during another victory over him, that maybe one day you will need protection.
The curses are getting stronger every season, and even though you haven't lost yet, who knows when you will meet that curse that will kill you?
You have no idea what is going on in his head during these words,
even if you then joke that it is because of the fleetness of your life that he should try and show you what he is capable of while you are alive. Of course, you're not going to abandon him or leave, but you don't choose when you die — Yuuta is weak, even despite his grade, and you see that; so why wouldn't he fight for the sake of protecting you one day if he doesn't want to fight for the sake of a fight and doesn't want to fight for himself?
... Do you think about the real meaning of these words for him?
It doesn't matter, huh? When he starts fighting for real, trying, albeit clumsily, to fight back — that's the only thing you care about. The puppy will not learn commands if it is not trained; the flower will not be able to fly without wind; Yuuta will not be able to learn until he can fully give himself.
When he, wet from sweat, but burning, rushes into battle again to be shot down, but the next time he does not make the same mistake — only then do you feel satisfied. You are experienced and strong — those who do not have a real goal always die. And although it may not be morally right or rational to tie him to protect his life, but first you have to make him strong, and only then — help him to rethink.
Yuuta cries when you are tender to him, like,,,, he missed ordinary human love so much,,,, when a living person, breathing and warm, touches him, or says encouraging words, or just eats next to him, he feels so... social. You know, as never before, when he was only bullied or shunned. As if he has a friend.
Even if at first it may seem to you that he is too nervous or clumsy — he looks at you as if at a fire, almost avoiding your overly active friendly gestures, but eventually warms up, even if his skin burns when you touch him; and he would be scared by an unexpected almost pain, if he wasn't so ruddy and hot because of treacherous excitement.
You just take his hand (with his permission), noticing how he becomes, as soon as you put hand on his shoulder, and he just freezes when feels your skin. It's just so different compared to his, and he would like to say "tougher", but this is wrong — he himself has no idea why your skin feels like this, but wants to hold it forever, and again awkwardly breaks down, feeling that he can at least take someone's hands for such a long time years since Rika... died.
(you will probably have to calm him down again, even if he tried to restrain himself, but he is one of those who actually calms down when he is told to "calm down", even if at first, realizing that you still want to deal with him despite his emotional instability, he may start crying harder)
Yes,,,,, when Yuuta gets even closer to you, being less controlled — you can have a lot more time alone than before, without being afraid that someone will interrupt you if you are a little less gentle with him. Of course, these are just "training fights", but you take care that they are not sparing — when you knock him down again, forcing him to fall back.
Maybe you are a little excessive when hovering over him, not letting him rise, but this is for a better dive — does he really think that by remaining so weak and soft, he will be able to survive? You are sure that this is not the case. When his body shudders, feeling your fingers slide over the skin — hee, he's so sensitive, even though you didn't even try to be gentle; to be so excited after was beaten — it suggests certain thoughts.
Even if he blushes desperately, mumbling something, but does not even try to get out, letting your teasing slip away, — ignores or loves? — you can't help but feel excited for a moment, realizing that right now, sprawled under you, hot and tired, but waiting for your words, like a tamed obedient puppy, not even thinking that you might not be so kind — or would he be ready to accept you in any way?
He's so desperate to be "decent"; letting you do what you want, as if he has no shame or boundaries when it comes to you.
And you certainly aren't so vicious or full of lust to take advantage of someone who is so obedient and flexible for you, even if you don't feel any hitches or reluctance when you get too close and loom too un-teacher-like, but he doesn't break the silence with anything but a quiet almost moan when you put your hand on his shirt, feeling how fast his heart is pounding.
You are of the same rank — so why are you so different? Why is he so weak and unable to fight you back, why can you go so easily, why does he look up at you like that, letting you unbutton his shirt?
How would he react if you bent down right now and left a bite on his skin? His adam's apple moves when you look down — he definitely guesses what you're thinking, but he doesn't make a squeak.
Unsurprisingly, to everyone, Yuuta looked like the perfect victim.
Too good and pretty for his own good.
When you get too close to his ruddy face, he holds his breath.
“Training is over for today.”
Maybe when there was Rika, it was better. At least then you knew what was waiting for you for succumbing to temptation.
Now you weren't even sure that your attraction was unrequited.
(his stomach was slightly exposed when you undressed him. It will be good if neither this facial expression, nor his trembling, nor his stomach does not dream of you)
ajsgsjhshs,,,,, sjsjskskks,,,, shshshsh,,,,,,,,
When there are stains on your clothes, and you grumble that it's some kind of dirt, and what difference does it make, with these stains you will definitely be more noticeable, "isn't that what they wanted?", and Yuuta tries not to look embarrassed and ashamed, because when he rubbed against you- he didn't even think about it- it's not his fault, he can't think about anything when you're so close and he's so hot- but he's still very sorry...
Although next time he remains just as desperate when thigh riding you, gradually more and more drooling, clinging to your clothes, as if afraid that you will push him away, until he cums, hugging you tightly. He loves to snuggle so much, as if really trying to become one with you until his body becomes exhausted — and although you will definitely have to struggle with white clothes again (at least not as noticeable on white as you make your lover come to unconsciousness), Yuuta looks too good when crying in your shoulder, too sensitive due to constant touching.
Maybe you need more sets of white clothes than you planned, but you're still fine — it's worth it to see him timidly happy because of the next marks, even if he then helps you wipe them off. In the end, you still didn't like these clothes that were like a target for others — or at least that's what you tell him.
(although make him kneel down to properly apologize after he soiled your clothes... </3 he makes such cute noises when tries to be as pleasant as possible, letting you pull his hair and feeling so warm when you let him know that you feel good,,,, maybe a little in the morning, especially if it's hard for you to wake up — he just wants to be helpful <333)
(... or is it just an excuse to constantly touch you — he is so needy and touch starved that he is happy when you fuck his mouth or ride,,,, oral warming? oral warming)
too many numbers too many formulas urgently need to think about how yuuta is trying to kiss you in your cursed form and probably chokes when you are too carried away by what is happening, but the feeling that he can't even move away from you because of your tightly clutching paws excites him too much to even try to let you know that something is wrong.
yuuta's ruddy wet face with a misty look when you stop kissing him is absolutely a blessing. maybe he almost falls when you loosen your embrace, as his knees have become too shaky and not holding, but everything is fine! he's fine! it was just, uh, too good... hahaha... uh... huh...
maybe you can... repeat it? just to make sure that everything is really good!.. you really have become too good at kissing for him...
cw unhealthy behaviour (obsessiveness, clinginess, manipulation r.). yandere themes. abandonment issues. unhealthy unconditional love. pet names. mention of death. mention of suicide attempts?
disclaimer: i don't analyze "objectively", only subjectively.
I don't really like talking about characters out loud, honestly. My drafts are full of small ideas, facts and moments that I use in order not to stray too far from the personality, but it's always something closed — because I regularly change my mind, use a different template, make up other ideas, and don't like to do it publicly.
(... because it's boring to watch, but hey!)
But, you know, I want to get out of this habit a little bit and have a very little chat; for example, about the connection between Rika and Yuuta and why almost any interpretation leaves me unsatisfied, or why Yuuta would be able to combine well only with someone who would be at least equal to him — and in general talk about how I see the situation.
I can afford it, can't I, pie? I think I already look like enough of a complainer to do this.
Rika & Yuuta
Listen, listen, listen — Yuuta loved Rika very much when he was a child, and it was mutual. Yes, it was puppy love, when you exchange rings and promise to be always together, but it was love, mutual and between children of about the same age.
For Rika, who lives in an unhappy family after the death of her parents, friendship with Yuuta was an outlet — she got along well with his family (with his sister at least) and she was attached enough to exchange parents' rings with him. And, of course, we can't make statements without confirmation, but for Yuuta, this connection was very significant and, apparently, the closest — none of the children are mentioned in his past or present anymore, as if only Rika existed, and even we learn about his sister only because of information about Rika.
Everything leads to the fact that the two of them had no one but each other as someone important and significant — and this is also normal, they are children and they are in love, they are irrationally jealous, looking only for each other, have secrets and promise to be together forever.
And they outgrow this stage: love becomes softer and disappears or becomes stronger and more mature; they do not grasp each other so much, gain experience by watching their object of sighing and how adults show love, change behavior and look for a more suitable form of manifestation of love. This is healthy growing up and developing love.
The problem is that Rika is not growing. She is not developing emotionally or mentally, she is still the same child who was hit by a car and who came to life because her little fiance could not let her go. Rika was forcibly revived as a cursed spirit, forced to follow Yuutu until he dies because she can't do otherwise — it's now her duty to protect him from everything and everyone, because now it's the only thing she can. Rika is driven by eternal adoration and only Yuuta exists for her — she is forever frozen in this awareness, as was once during lifetime.
And this already affects Yuuta, who has outgrown puppy love and no longer breathes only Rika, but cannot let her go not only because he does not understand how, but also because he does not want to. His socialization is closely connected with Rika, he is used to her and her presence, he knows that she is always there and will always protect him — and this simultaneously suffocates and soothes him.
He is looking for her as an aggressor and as a defender, being an eternal victim, accustomed to the fact that he does not have to fight because there is Rika who almost always acts according to his desires, especially before he became a sorcerer. He wanted to be left alone, he wanted everything to stop — and Rika fulfilled this wish, making sure that the bullies no longer touch him. Rika did not act on her own, as it was, for example, during the attack — she acted because Yuuta felt uncomfortable.
The same thing happens during Yuuta's first appearance among classmates — Rika comes out not because it bothers her, but because Yuuta is scared, and she, his familiar, comes out as soon as she feels his fear. That's why Rika doesn't come out later when Maki hits him during training — Yuuta doesn't feel scared or uncomfortable, which means he doesn't need her.
But for Yuuta, he will always be a victim — until the very end, until he is ready to face the fact that he was the one who cursed her, that he made her suffer and harm, because although these thoughts appeared even earlier, they always flew by, since Yuuta was not forced to ponder them, ignoring any concern. And this is also an important point — Yuuta thinks about himself, but not about Rika; he loves Rika, but this is not the kind of love that you can think about at first, because Yuuta grew up accustomed to the role of victim, and you probably know what happens to a person when they grow up, being emotionally isolated (since any socialization is getting discomfort, but Rika is too protective of him) and are only taught to hide and run, as if his original emotionality was not enough.
They learn to manage only as they can, and Yuuta is not so alienated that he does not understand the level of Rika's mental development. Especially when he got out of the shell and found those who became his family.
Rika is dead and is a cursed spirit, he does not consider himself at least someone significant and puts everyone above himself.
Rika won't let him commit suicide. She adores him, she protects him, for her Yuuta and his love are the whole world. No one is higher than Yuuta, no one can become better than Yuuta.
And Yuuta knows that she thinks so. He knows that this is the same Rika who promised that they would get married.
He knows how to influence her, he knows how to control her, he knows how to make her do what he wants from her — because Rika, being a spirit with the mindset of an abandoned and unloved child, is like an open book for him; a child whom he promised to marry and who is looking for his love, since for only he exists for her.
Yuuta only thinks about Rika's feelings when he sees her soul freed from the burden of being cursed by the spirit. Because even if he still keeps her ring, even if she's the only one close to him, she's just a spirit. A creature he fears — and whom he can trust, knowing that she will never let him down.
Rika loves Yuuta because she can't help it, but Yuuta loves her because it's the only thing he can do for her — and he loves her no longer as a future bride, but rather as a child, as a family member, as someone who has become a natural part of his life, but not as a partner. Do you understand? He loves her for no reason, just like she loves him, but this is not the kind of love that his partner will have to fight, because he will never love Rika as much as you and will never love you as much as Rika.
I'm not saying that Rika won't be jealous — she definitely will, including grumbling, growling and being suspicious, because she's a child, but it doesn't make sense for Yuuta because these loves will never intersect, since he will never be able to replace you with her or her with you. Even if you become a cursed spirit, it will still be absolutely different love, but this does not mean that some kind is stronger or more significant — she is a child for him, she was the only one who was next to him, and he takes responsibility, but this does not mean that he will not be an absolutely in love puppy for you, adoring the very fact of your existence.
Rika made him what he is — she isolated him, she pushed him, she protected him, she did everything for him and she left wounds, and she, among other things, is to blame for what Yuuta is in a hateful sense, where the loss of the meaning of life and uncertainty in any social contact despite the greedy need to be needed by someone.
He wants to be needed, he wants to 'make sense' because Rika can't give him that. Yuuta wants to live by someone or something; he wants to dedicate his life because he cannot do otherwise, and he has already grown up with these thoughts, fighting for others and protecting.
He got the power and he uses it for anyone but himself — because Rika was always there to protect him, to keep him safe, to isolate him, which, together with his innate sensitivity and definitely a share of insecurity, made him lose the need to fight for himself and experience the pleasure of satisfying his needs.
Yuuta is melancholic, sensitive, eager to please and looking for something that can take hold of him and to which he can devote himself, because this is the only thing that will make his life "meaningful". He is created out of love because he cannot do otherwise — his life collapses when he has nothing and he instantly comes to life when he has something, and he clearly understands it.
Rika is not this "something". Rika is a part of his life that has no will of her own; she will never be able to become a full-fledged person (especially after she leaves behind only a shell), she will never be something he can give up. She was his puppy love, she was with him for almost more than ten years, she influenced him at the most tender age, shaping his behavior and making him even more 'hothouse' and nervous — but she can't do what Yuuta craves and wants.
Rika shaped him and Yuuta is grateful to her for everything; he wouldn't have become like this if it wasn't for her, and he will never be able to blame her from the heart, because he understands that she is just a child who will do everything for him because of their past love. He is grateful to her for her love and he uses her love, because his friends are higher and more significant than him — and he is ready to sacrifice himself by giving Rika the love she craves, because then she will let him do what he wants.
He promises her to be with her forever, he gives her everything he has, and Rika, for whom the meaning of life is his protection, agrees, because his love is her motivation.
And he knows it.
And I don't know about you, pie, but in my opinion...
Yuuta & reasoning
In fact, Rika's influence cannot be overstated — even his abilities are named after her, although it include not only the rest of her body (?) as shikigami, but also reverse technique and copying other people's techniques.
We already know that sorcerers and their techniques influence each other and definitely have a correlation between the sorcerer's personality/past and the techniques they will receive in most cases — or vice versa, the sorcerer's personality is formed under the influence of techniques for the best and safest use.
Mai and her use of long-range weapons to show her habit of keeping a distance and the inability to get closer; Toge and cursed speech, because of which any word can hurt him and others, why he was forced to speak with ingredients and cannot communicate normally; Megumi and his wolves are a reference to him and Yuuji, also Megumi is directly called a "wolf" when he tries to kill a girl and generally embodies the "lone wolf" trope.
Yuuta who can only copy others because he has spent too much time in social isolation and clings to others with all his might?..
It's even a little cute — none of his abilities are related only to him. He can use the reverse technique on others (unlike Satoru, who uses it only on himself), his main ability is copying, he uses "Rika" as an armory and a supply of cursed energy, and even his sword is used only to protect others, since Yuuta sees no point in fighting and does not enjoys the battles. His whole life is connected with anyone but him and is dedicated to anyone but him, since he has friends and loved ones whom he can protect and take care of.
(definitely not a cat person.)
And that's literally his role. To protect, fulfill, take care — carrying out the duties assigned by someone.
He does not want to study the world, he does not want to lead, he does not want to do something "morally right" or act according to his code — Yuuta does what can make his loved ones happy, since for him there is no one dearer than them; then come all the others, and at the very end is himself, supporting the constructed structure, as this is what gives his life meaning.
Because this is what his loved ones do, because this is what others expect from him, because this is what is considered "right".
Would he be like this if the meaning of his life was created thanks to the Geto?
... Maybe. Maybe not. For Yuuta, the highest value is not laws or morally correct actions, but this does not mean that he will kill everyone; he is more passive if he does not have a global goal in front of him. If Suguru got someone like him, the battle would drag on much longer — and bloodier, especially as Yuuta gets used to what he does.
He is actually a "dog without a master" to a greater extent than he looks, and if he can only become meaningful and useful by getting his hands dirty, then he is ready to do it, following orders as long as he is given meaning.
Yuuta is nothing more than an unhealed abandoned child, looking for meaning for his existence and community with others; who grew up under the supervision of no more socially developed cursed spirit in partial social isolation without the ability to even communicate with his family.
Constant guilt, lack of a loved one, problems with peers, victim complex, pessimism and definitely something close to depression due to deeply unsatisfied needs — and the only one he's close to is a long-dead (girl)friend that he can't control.
(and, for sure, learned helplessness and a large number of emotional traumas where he emotionally affectionately throws himself at everyone who walks next to him for a long enough time and promises to protect him.
do you know that first love, as a rule, has an impact on all future partners? just a silly fact.
of course, it was puppy love, which is not so intense, but...)
His first part of the story ends with gaining power — to use it for good, protecting others and destroying everything that can harm. Yuuta knows that he is powerful and he uses it, gaining confidence that now he will not be a victim.
And although it looks more like a transition from "victim" to "saviour", it's not so important — at least for him.
He got the meaning of his life — the rest is not so important.
Yuuta & obsession
[hcs]
... But we've been talking about him for too long; I'm sure someone has already discussed all his skeletons in the closet and cockroaches in his head and why he can safely kill anyone if it means saving people dear to him, or why his morality is so gray and cruel. His prudence and manipulativeness are obvious things and it's not so interesting — repeating is not very exciting,
so...
Yuuta is strong — very strong. After all, he is called Satoru's successor. He is not too strong physically (relatively), but his cursed energy absolutely compensates for this and adds on top. With his bloodline, he was destined to become a great sorcerer, especially when he created himself a shikigami without even realizing it, acting according to pure desire.
That's really too much for one sorcerer, huh? It's even better that he doesn't like to fight and doesn't enjoy it.
... Although it's probably not very convenient? In the sense of being strong and knowing that your loved ones can't reach you. Although I don't think Maki, Toge or Panda have such problems, given their abilities, if you are his partner and can't be at least as strong as them, that would be a problem. Fall in love, make plans for the future and hope to meet only to find out that they are dead. It's a bit, uh, unsafe.
Find someone with whom you want to share the rest of life (have no doubt that the "rest of life", Yuuta is probably too passionate and in love, maybe even fanatically monogamous for his part), but then they die due to the inability to fight something so strong. Curses regularly become stronger and smarter — at what point will your technique be useless? The mortality rate among sorcerers is very high — how can he prepare for the fact that you may be in this statistic?
Yuuta can't point and order you — has no right, but is it really worth it?
As some points show, he manages emotions and feelings well when he needs it, and is smart and strategic enough to build a plan and get a goal with minimal costs. Not exactly someone you want to quarrel with, given his manipulativeness and empathy.
He reads the room, understands Toge's actions, encourages Maki — a typical hero of senen with their "therapy".
Do you want to try it out for yourself? Don't make any sudden movements — it won't help too much if he has already caught your eye and you see how he feels. Yuuta goes along with your desires if you can stand up for yourself, but you probably expect a diversion when he feels that he has to do everything himself.
After all, he has to protect and take responsibility if he has that power. Being not strong enough is like needing to be protected. And that's okay — Yuuta was like that himself, he knows what it's like, so he has to take care of you.
... In the end, if you are not strong enough and equal, it will certainly lead to sharp jumps until someone gives up — but even if it is him, Yuuta will rather regroup and return to this topic, and if his fears are confirmed...
In any case, showing you what he means would be more accurate than talking about it, wouldn't it? Yuuta will never be able to harm you or ignore the threat to your life, but a little fear will never hurt and will definitely be more intelligible than his stepping over himself and your desires just to convince you.
He is not one of those who does stupid things or refuses what he thinks is right.
oh trans yuuta has me by the THROAT i need him to cockwarm SO bad
warm up
note: I wrote two options because I couldn't decide. also, trans guy yuuta, but since I don't know how to describe in a more explicit way, then like... yes.
content warnings: established relationship, pet names (dog-like names, good boy, lapboy, g.), mild crying + drooling + begging, mild unhealthy behaviour (obsessiveness) implied
penetration giving, dirty talk, sex addiction implied, unprotected sex implied, mild pet play (puppytalk with yuuta), riding position / bottom on top, masturbation (yuuta, solo), cock(?)warming (r.), oral warming / oral sex (r.), praise (g.), light hair pulling (g.), mild orgasm denial (g.)
writing style: yuuta's genitals are not named in any way (unfortunately), but it is very clearly implied that he has a vagina, precum; both parts are small (less than 1000 words)
darlings: yuuta okkotsu x reader; top!reader, dom!reader; reader has a few 'vocal' lines
It started innocently: rubbing cheek against your shoulder, wrapping arms around your body, airily gentle kisses on your neck to attract your attention. You have long been used to the fact that Yuuta is clingy, he has always been like that, so even when he almost began to wrap himself around you with all parts of his body, you just... continued to ignore him — until heard a dreary sound, something between a growl and a whine, and were practically forced to break away from business to let him know that you are listening to him and not ignoring at all.
Actually, you would never call Yuuta intrusive or "too needy", but sometimes he was definitely more sticky when felt that you were spending too little time together, especially if your work only got bigger with time, and cooing “I have a little more left, prince, give me more time” didn't help too much when you repeated it more than once in a few hours, making him even more sad — and out of control.
And although yes, Yuuta can help you in some way so that you do everything faster, but sometimes this help was pointless when only you can cope with things — or if he was too overexcited and could not really concentrate, constantly thinking about other things and losing touch with reality; in the end, he was looking for your intimacy, and even if he constantly brings himself to senses this is not too good for motivation, despite the desire for you to praise him. After all, Yuuta wants to be a good boy, even if his head is completely empty at such moments; but he really tries, asking you for clarification and doing everything possible, starting from massage and "bring-give-take away" and ending with direct intervention to do something monotonous or simple, if you can release earlier because of this and be less tired.
... But when you say that you know how he can help without putting too much effort mentally and without sticking to you in exhausting anguish, his desire to serve and a joyful gleam in eyes literally melts your heart — and Yuuta agrees even before you explain, almost wagging his tail with impatience.
In the end, he is always here to help you and fulfill your desires.
Hot as a stove when you gently touch his hair, lightly massaging to encourage for the absence of any distracting movements even when his mouth is wet and full — Yuuta makes no attempt to move away, allowing saliva to accumulate in the corners of his lips. After all, the order was "be a good boy and don't get in the way of work," but if he's already desperate to touch you, then you'll graciously let him warm you up, making sure that when you're done, you'll definitely be able to take care of him the same way he takes care of you.
It is in his interest to make sure that you will be wet enough and satisfied with his work, so simple and uncomplicated that it seems impossible to spoil it — at first.
When you gently comb his sticky because of the heat hair back, removing them from the forehead, watching an excitedly ruddy face unable to even whine something in response, you can't resist teasing affectionate concern about his condition and feelings — but only get a mute assurance that everything is fine, even when you feel a small tremor in his body; overflowing with sweet longing from impatience and misunderstanding when will you put pressure on the back of his head to use his mouth, and not leave him in this position.
Sweet, wet, hot — something inside you fervently responds to his tearful loving gaze, full of attention and longing, but you have a work, even when feel him twitching slightly, rustling, and his face takes on an expression of shy impatience, being left unattended for too long; but you do not react in any way, despite his quick worried glances in search of hints of your discontent. But even when the quiet noise is interrupted by wet sounds, you do not react in any way — Yuuta has always been so unrestrained and sensual, full of this immense thirst and need from the slightest touches and hints, but you are understanding enough that even through the force of restrained moans pass by your ears.
Yuuta doesn't move, even when saliva drips from his chin, and you only lower hand down to stroke him, gently encouraging to continue caressing himself when he stops, abruptly recovering from your touch. But you don't say anything out loud, glancing fleetingly at his face from below from time to time; blissfully dreamy, with slightly trembling eyelashes, not at all confused with the task even when his breathing is slightly off, and the sounds become a little louder, mixed with muffled moans and soft attempts to snuggle closer to you.
Like a drunk looking for even more pleasure, even when your fingers get tangled in Yuuta's wet hair, pulling slightly, giving him what he wants so much; you can't see, but can hear and feel how he responds when shivers harder, with breath knocked out, blindly looking for even more affection and touching the skin to the skin; when his hand lightly touches your leg during excited ignition, probably dirtying the floor, he has always been such a mess
“Stop.”
Hot as a stove; quiet whining, but obedience — nothing but trembling and heavy breathing when his hand slightly touches you, frozen in place. Puppy plaintive eyes, glistening from tears appearing due to heat and overexcitation, burning rosy cheeks, even more tempting you to let him continue, feeling excitedly full of pity for his pathetic-confused look.
You weren't sadistic, at all — you liked to go along with his sloppily desperate desires and needs, indulging in various little things,
if it didn't go against your desires.
“Good boy.”
When you stroke his hair, Yuuta squints, melting with pleasure, like a puppy, relaxing from the unexpected tension — but immediately whines when he is pushed away, interrupting, forcing him to look up. His cheeks are soft — when you press on them to give him an additional understanding of the importance of your words, Yuuta trembles slightly, but obediently does not move, allowing you to choose the most comfortable way to grasp his face.
“You're such a good dogboy, aren't you?”
His eyes shine like lanterns covered with fog, and when he slightly sticks out the tip of tongue, showing understanding of what you are talking about — his breath freezes from the movement of your hand lower, to his chin, making him to follow the slow movements in impatient anticipation of your new touch to his bare skin.
Good boys don't cum without permission.
“Of course you are.”
Your fingers rub gently, making him to blissfully cover his eyes with pleasure, almost purring, not reacting even when you gradually raise hand up on his head — only to remove it when you stop caressing his hair, which causes Yuut to quietly sniff with hints of discontent,
“I'll be done soon, I promise,”
but instead of words or actions, just get more comfortable between your legs, showing no signs of disagreement, leaving a few soft, light, almost apologetic kisses on your thighs and groin — a quiet, affectionate purr reaches your ears, probably some words he said to himself under breath, but clearly addressed to someone. However, these thoughts are replaced by a hot wave when Yuuta touches you in love timidly — but immediately becomes more greedy, sticking even tighter.
Good boy.
Yuuta is purring something, but you can only hear the vibration coming from his mouth, even when his face regains that eager ruddy hue,
a very good boy,
and he himself listens intently to your every movement and sound, tightly squeezing and rubbing his hips against each other.
After all, he wants to help you.
Yuuta squeezes restlessly, nervously, as if trying to absorb you and make you stay with him forever, — or, more precisely, inside him — and you would love to go with it, giving him his favorite strokes while firmly holding his still thin wrists, making him drool with every thrust, or making him clinging to your clothes uncertainly, panting pitifully, swaying on your hips in these shyly timid movements, with this wet expression of overexcitation and embarrassment from understanding that you are looking at him, even if he likes it,
but instead you have things that cannot be postponed even if you desperately want, and the quietly whining Yuuta, comfortably settled on your hips for a long time, even if you haven't looked at the clock for the last few hours.
... Yuuta is slender, with thin features, and when you put hand on his thigh, — which fits perfectly into your palm, — you can squeeze him tightly almost without any problems, as if his body was a toy in your hands, even if it was rather caused by his thin features — but "fit into him" and "fit him" were two different things, and even when you can hold him to you, not even letting him move away from your body for a fleeting moment, Yuuta still remained too hot and tight, squeezing almost painfully tightly, as if trying to express some growing burning dissatisfaction, but then gently relaxing as much as he can, slightly trembling; wrapping his arms around you, almost noiselessly whining into your neck at first in an attempt to attract your attention — but the longer you hugged him, letting him listen to your heartbeat and softly kissing your shoulders and neck, the more lazily sleepy Yuuta became, as if trapped in a sweet resin, unable to resist or fight in any way, but only gently wrapping around you in a warm drowsiness.
But his quiet breathing was rather soothing, involuntarily forcing you to relax, feeling so enveloped in the heat of his body, wet, overexcited even when you don't move, shuddering from the most fleeting touches to his sensitive body, squeezing you even tighter in a soft pulsation that makes your thighs dirty; especially when your hand goes lower, drawing an invisible path over his hot skin, making him moan indistinctly when fingers touch his groin, teasing, feeling him freeze inside, as if holding his breath — and exhales with a loud moan when you lubricate fingers in his precum.
Apologies that you will soon finish and take care of him are interrupted when he clings even more tightly to your clothes, leaning back, hiding the space in front of you, impatiently pushing his wet soaked thighs towards your fingers, whining pitifully satisfied when you start rubbing harder, trying to match his excited trembling, even if his impatient fidgeting and the hot pulsation inside rather hinders you, forcing you to constantly be distracted and stop only to hear whining about more; when precum starts to dirty everything even more, leaving traces whenever he jerks up slightly, trying to get even a fleeting touch of your fingers, almost causing you pain due to tight pressing — but even when Yuuta kisses you desperately sweetly, leaving a barely perceptible taste of peaches, you can only continue to rub him, allowing him to finish and start kissing on his own in a painful thirst for more.
Maybe it was all about his ruddy wet face, full of this nervous blissful pleasure when he couldn't take his eyes off your fingers, watching you play with him, forcing him to soak thighs even more; or when he wetly kissed you, almost choking in blind thirst from the thought that he would get what wants; or when he squeezed you, needy and hot, wanting something more than just warming you while you're busy, even if that was what he agreed to — when you finally pay attention to him, giving him just a little, it doesn't matter.
“Lapboy, please—”
When he squeezes his hips even tighter around you, forcing you to gently hold him during the kiss — then only to hug him tighter with your hands, and if someone else were here, they would ask you to stop and relax the embrace, but Yuuta almost purrs, melting, snuggling even tighter even when this is impossible, even when he can't breathe,
looking for more.
“A couple more minutes...”
Yuuta rubs his cheek against your shoulder gently, as if half asleep, but you can feel his heart beating hard after hearing these words — although touching his back makes him relax from the sudden tension.
“Everything okay? Do you need the lubricant before start?”
“Okay; no.”
Yuuta is hot — like a stove; you don't even need to cover yourself with anything to stay warm when you can snuggle up to him, or make sure he's pressed close to you. But when your fingers gently slide down his side, Yuuta stops snuffling, freezes — and almost immediately turns his face to you.
“... Don't look at me with those dead fishy eyes.”
cw bodywriting, recording, orgasm denial (g.), mention of breeding, mention of praise (g.), mention of hypersexuality
rosy blissful yuuta who makes a peace sign while you take pictures of him after making a mess with his body,,,
and he would definitely let you write various derogatory words on his body and capture it on camera. in the end, it looks so cute: photos where he looks out the window, a photo where he eats something happily, a photo where he shows you something in the night starry sky, and then a photo where on his cheek or chest it says "good only for breeding" / "use me" / "handsome" <3
a shot of him bending slightly towards you, saying something, and his shirt gives you a view of a fragment of the phrase " <...>'s monopoly" <33
or yuuta, who keeps his legs spread apart, biting the edge of his jacket, and in his wetly shining eyes you are displayed photographing his overexcited body. the next picture, where he touches himself, looking directly into the lens, turns out even better than the previous one. so photogenic — especially when you make him stop during lovemaking just because you like the angle, and he whimpers, sobbing, quietly whining with impatience and sexual frustration, but does not move, knowing that you will definitely be very grateful when you finish <333
sex during mating season, consensual noncon (CNC), rough treatment, heavy petting, mild dirty talk
WRITING STYLE: low-key headcanons, ±1500 words
DARLINGS: rabbit!yuuta okkotsu x predator!reader
source for bunnyboy yuuta <3
When you first meet, he is so nervous and clamped, clinging to his clothes, firmly pressing ears to head, not expecting anything good from you, anxiously delineating the boundaries of his territory and building a nest of blankets to make a place where he will be safe. He suffocates with fear whenever you approach from behind, bites lips restlessly, and twitches ear when you try to behave respectfully, unaccustomed to communicating with restless prey.
(considering that Toge is a snake, Maki is a raccoon dog, and Panda as a whole is not subject to such nervousness).
And Yuuta appreciates it when he thinks about the past day, hiding in a fluffy fortier, realizing that you want him to be comfortable, — and really tries not to flinch when you approach, not to look scared, to look confident and relaxed, even if you see that he doesn't feel that way.
... He warms up to you quickly, though. When you try not to look intimidating or aggressive, almost cooing over him, making him feel both awkwardly embarrassing and grateful — it's enough for him to greet you with raised ears and a happy smile, even if you go to train him. Gullibility is not the best quality for prey, but you purr that you will take care of him in every sense while combing his hair (as pack animals do, right?), and Yuuta really wants to believe you, especially when you rub him behind the ear, making his leg tremble.
He's just so cute, even if he looks up to you morally, not physically, being tall enough for ordinary prey, especially his kind. It's not that you were against it — Yuuta somehow develops behind you in a trusting gesture, shyly waiting for your words and actions, as if he can't make any wolf look up. And such timid trustfulness and entrusting what was happening to you was even pleasant, especially when his fingers were clinging to your clothes so as not to lose sight of you, or accepting you as a dominant rabbit and part of the pack, or when Yuuta slightly chatters his teeth, snuggling up to you to show that he feels happy.
... The first moment when he falls asleep next to you with his eyes closed? Absolutely precious. The feeling that he completely trusts you when he presses closer to your side, expecting that you will keep him company and also fall asleep next to him (or on him) makes you feel sleepy, especially when he wraps his arms around your hips or stomach, nuzzling you.
Precious.
Rabbits are very possessive creatures, you know? They don't let outsiders into their territory (or anyone if they are very possessive), they don't like someone else's smell, they don't really like to share and easily attack and growl when upset. Yuuta is not very different in many ways — after all, he is also a rabbit, and although he knows that this is bad and wrong, he cannot help but be possessive, even knowing and trying to work on these traits.
When you smell unfamiliar, Yuuta can't help but rub against you, trying to suppress the irritating smell by carefully wiping your skin with himself. Or when you are apart and his pack instincts become too sensitive, demanding that he find you and snuggle up to your side, as he has been away from the pack for too long. What's going on with you? Where are you? Why is he alone? Are you okay? Who are you with? Why aren't you with him? You're his, aren't you? You're part of the same pack. It's natural that you should be together. You have to be together.
He must not leave you.
... When you write to him or call him, it becomes a little easier — it doesn't matter if it's your text, face or voice, anything makes him feel less abandoned, helping to take a deep breath at least once with the thought that you are fine and experiencing a temporary separation normally. If you're coping well with separation, then it's not that serious — he's just too restless, right? There's nothing so bad about members of the same pack sometimes spending a little more time apart than they need to. Everyone sometimes needs a little time without the other.
Or maybe... maybe you like it when he's away from you?
After all, you could just get tired of him, right?
(short messages about what he can bring you as a gift to make you feel better actually help him relax.)
You quickly get used to the fact that your personal space is now somewhere near him, especially next to his arms, tightly wrapped around your body. Rabbits often snuggle up to each other in search of protection and warmth, being very social creatures — and although you probably could not boast of the same species features, Yuuta can do nothing, constantly hiding his face in your neck or shoulder and crawling under your side, hugging and cuddling tightly, looking for a soothing smell.
Not as annoying as you might feel at first (especially if you're not a gregarious hybrid), and although you don't know if it's a particularly soft nest, or his soothing heartbeat, or because it's Yuuta, but later you start to feel it as a pleasant and satisfying activity, getting used to the fact that now you are not walking alone, but with the mate snuggled up.
At least he's not too cold and not too warm, and his ears are even a little funny, — especially when they twitch in their sleep or when you blow on them, — and the way he tries to get under you is still cute.
It's not typical for Yuuta to be warm — you'd rather feel how cold his hands and nose are than admire their heat, even if it's typical for tiny prey to be as hot as an oven. A fast metabolism with a lot of burning of various calories — although this is definitely his case, Yuuta continues to persistently stay cool, except for those moments when his face and ears burn with shyness.
A pleasant, affectionate warmth, that spreading over his always cold body, you can feel only a couple of days before his estrus.
Yuuta becomes much more sleepy and restless, being able to sleep for more than twelve hours, waking up only because of your attempts to get out, perceiving it as a signal to protect from something, — and you end up spending an almost obscene amount of time surrounded by blankets and pillows, holding him in your hands while Yuuta coos and purrs in sleep, holding you tightly in case of another attempt to escape from him. His reactions in a dream next to you to any stimuli are minimal — it doesn't matter if you squeeze him, grope his body or bite his neck, Yuuta only whines sometimes, pressing even harder against your hands and body, allowing you to do what you want if you don't leave him.
... By the time he wakes up, he's usually covered in bites and hickeys because he looked so shamelessly defenseless and warm in front of you, that you couldn't give up your natural need. It's not your fault that Yuuta keeps you so close, baring his neck and skin, even knowing that there is a bored predator next to him, unable to even budge at their will, and seduced by him. He was even lucky that it ended only so innocently, because you could have gone further, — although, looking at his face, on which there is no hint of displeasure or discomfort, despite his body painted in your marks, you cannot be sure whether this was not his original desire.
Perhaps Yuuta wanted you to take good care of him from the very beginning.
Yuuta whines so sweetly, almost begging you not according to the script, especially when you catch him with your claws, ignoring his attempts to scratch you or push you away, forcing his hips to cling tightly to each other — only to be forcibly pushed apart by you and covered in bites when you reach lower, making him tremble (with delight? from awe? from fear?)
He may have more cursed energy, but in a physical struggle you will win; squeezing hips until bruises and biting shoulders until his moaning stops, replaced by intermittent sighs from lack of air and fatigue that you will make him make, ignoring whining and pleas 'not to eat him'.
Of course you are not going to eat him — just bite a little until he becomes a good prey and stops trying to get out of your clutches, and when Yuuta twitches again, trying to get out, you force him to stay in place — as befits a good bunny, which he should be. Only good bunnies get rewarded, or you're going to eat him... although you absolutely cannot ignore how wet he gets — this is not at all the reaction of a good rabbit who whines that he wants to get out while his thighs can't stop shaking with excitement. No wonder he can't even run away from you with such shaking legs — it's hard to run when he only wants to breed until he loses consciousness, and then continue, being so sensitive that one squeeze is enough for him to start clinging instead of trying to scratch.
When his ears stretch back, and wet, shiny eyes follow your every move, when your hands scratch his stomach, leaving red bruises, and Yuuta forcefully restrains a painful moan, feeling you stroke between his thighs, making him feel so painfully excited and excited because of the pain — and whining uncontrollably when you growl, causing him to almost choke with surprise and uncontrollably tremble even more, squeezing you with his strong legs.
Even when your hand reaches out to press him down and grab his neck, Yuuta only enthusiastically grabs it, wrapping his leg even more tightly around your thigh, and you can't help but wonder which of you is really the prey while he rubs against your thigh, obsessively kissing your hand and rubbing his cheek against it.
A naughty, tiny rabbit who only wants you to take good care of him.
judging by the fact that the post about yuuta and bodywriting, for some reason, is still revalent, — for those who do not see it: I advise you to eventually do a filter for nsfw content — let's move on to the next stage of my not smooth conviction that he is a whore for attention in a much deeper sense than just "look at me" for anyone within a five-kilometer radius
cw improper use of abilities, very rough sex, group sex (gangbang), cum inflation implied, size difference (belly bulge), dirty talk, double penetration, consensual noncon / dub-con, oral sex (r.), praise + degrading praise + name-calling (slut, whore, cumdump) (g.); reader with a dick
You say "my ability allows me to make physical copies" and it all ends with you pushing into Yuuta while he is choking, trying your best to orally satisfy your copy, knowing that he still has many willing ones to take advantage of him and his position — and that all these "willing ones" are versions of you, created to fuck him until he loses consciousness.
When you — they — praise him for how well he accepts, being the cutest slut for all your cocks, or how diligently he tries to take deep, whining when you cum in him again, filling his pretty mouth; when Yuuta tries to swallow everything only to be pushed apart again and forced to serve a new one, even when his body is close to orgasm, wrapping legs around your hips during especially deep and rough thrusts, as if not caring about his own pleasure.
Your dick creates a belly bulge while you can see how his hot throat stretches, taking the form of a new dick, ready to fill his pretty empty mouth again; saliva drips from his mouth from the inability to cope well with simultaneous thrusts, making him to squirm under you from pleasure and the need to get more — intersecting with your strong holding of his upturned legs, forcing him only to accept and work obediently, counting only on your desire or unwillingness to reward him, if he won't be diligent enough for you.
When his mouth carefully licks each cock, taking care to pay attention to each of them, until your hand grabs his hair and forces him to focus only on one, sticking his nose into your pubic hair despite his inarticulate moans and whining when you move his head too slowly, teasing with a lack of sensations. Yuuta's look is so resentfully pitiful, almost meekly dissatisfied, wanting to reproach you for meanness, — but unable to even move until you allow it, drooling when you finally give him the opportunity to take you to the end again, fucking his throat, already ready to swallow everything you give him.
But even when you cum inside, Yuuta has no way to tell you anything, feeling a new hand tangled in his hair, waiting for him to take one dick out of his mouth to replace it with another, taking advantage of his complete defenselessness and inability to refuse.
... However, Yuuta's stomach becomes even more cute when he grabs your shoulders, whimpering and breathing heavily when two cocks push into his hot, unable to cope with what is happening body, allowing you to stretch him to such a state that he can not breathe normally, looking at how his flat tummy is trying to take in even more, being unable to prevent you from making a pretty cumdump out of him.
While your dicks find a way to get even deeper, being tightly squeezed by him, but not experiencing any problems because of this, squeezing and caressing his sensitive body; when you coo how diligently he tries to prevent you, only to still be well bred and full of you in the end, like your good pretty whore, loving take as many cocks as he can until he is completely filled and unable to cope with everyone — as if it's your fault that Yuuta is so greedy and depraved, craving more than he can satisfy.
When Yuuta turns out to be completely stuffed, he so charmingly gasps for air, without taking his wet adoring gaze from his stomach, squeezing you with all his strength, not letting you push back until he is satisfied with the view — and you don't bother him at all, knowing that in the near future he will only be able to scream and whine until his voice breaks while you stuff him with your cum. Your hands grabbing his hair while his body is clumsily trying to follow the confused rhythm of filling, the meaning of which is only that he does not remain without attention for a second; even then Yuuta is trying to tell you something, he is giving up when your hand slaps him on the thigh, assuring that you will definitely listen to him when he takes care of all these cocks that also need his attention like those that are inside him.
When all the attention is focused only on him as the main star of this show, where, even when you fuck him until his body becomes stretched and gaping, soaked in your and his juices, he is the only one whose mood is of paramount importance, since your gaze is not reduced to him and his reaction — while you hold his hands tightly, giving each version a round to fill him with semen so that his stomach is rounded, or make him swallow every dick until Yuuta feels full, warming up from constant touches and friction that do not allow his body to cool down once all the time. Tell him he looks so cute, or what a slut he is, or how you can't take your eyes off him, he takes your breath away while literally choking on your dick — and cums so many times that can't count anymore, letting you just have fun and use him as you want, going too deep into a process to focus on something else.
Your attention-loving showboy, showing a peace sign when you ask him to show you whether he likes what is happening — such a whore for attention <3
hypersexuality, heavy petting (dry humping), somnophilia (penetration, oral), unprotected sex / breeding, deep penetration + belly bulge, cum inflation, size difference / size kink, mild consensual noncon (CNC), mild sadism/masochism, mention of mind break, fingering (yuuta), hyperstimulation (g.), degrading praise (g.), praise (g.), oral sex (r.) + throat fucking, body worship (r., dick)
WRITING STYLE: low-key headcanons, 5000 words (2500 sfw + 2500 nsfw); referencing reader's genitals as 'cock' / 'dick'
DARLINGS: yuuta okkotsu x reader; top!reader, dom!reader, male!reader, special grade!reader implied, first-year!yuuta okkotsu -> second-year!yuuta okkotsu
NOTE: crosspost on ao3
Maybe call him «handsome» was not completely correct, beauty is too relative a concept, but it was worth making Yuut at least a little more well-groomed, and he became much more attractive — many times more attractive than he usually is, smiling shyly, clinging to your sleeve when can’t stop feeling overwhelmed with anxiety, blindly looking for comfort in you. Although it wasn’t quite right to deny his likability — no matter how many times you rummaged in the nooks and crannies of memory, you couldn’t remember when Yuuta wasn’t at least cute. He was the type who would attract attention even if they got up after a long exhausting night, with tangled hair and bags under his eyes, in rumpled clothes and a semi-lethargic state.
(maybe you were a little subjective — after all, he was your beloved.)
Yuuta just managed to be alluring, no matter what he did, making you to revise your beauty standards so that he could absolutely meet them — as if he was an obsession, wanting to capture your entire focus of attention on his figure; to make sure that he would be the only one you would look at, no matter who exactly wanted to compete with him for your rating on the attractiveness scale, where «Yuuta» was burning at the top.
Maybe it was something unhealthy. Maybe you just adored him. But there are definitely too many photos of him in your camera, no matter how you preferred to identify your attitude.
(as if it was your fault that Yuuta looked so good, forcing you to reach for the camera every time to capture his cute face or cute expression.)
Not that your love was against it — even when you cooed with delight, asking him to lie down nicely and be a good boy until you finish, making him tremble with impatience, but meekly obey you.
Yuuta was actually such a good boy to you, even when your hand were firmly gripping his wrist, preventing him from squirming because of the feeling of amazing fullness, capturing every moment of his desperately needy expression.
The best boy for you.
ৎ୭ Yuuta blushes delightfully when you first ask permission to capture him on camera, looking at his charmingly happy face, — and lets you, saying that you can do anything that will make you feel good. The photo of a shyly smiling, nervously excited Yuuta looking straight into the lens becomes the first in your album — when he was wearing a white jacket, Rika was a cursed spirit, not his ability, and he timidly stretched out his fingers to yours when you were sitting next to him, wanting to touch you as he likes to do. His hands were always reaching out to you — to grab the edge of your clothes, try to entwine your elbow, to press against your side when you let him, to be as close as possible when you won by knocking him to the ground.
The next photo, where Yuuta, breathing heavily, allows you to press on his stomach with your knee, obediently spreading his hips in a more than intimate pose for your convenience, seems a little hasty, given your purely friendly relations, but when Yuuta whines, blushing even more, you only tease that this will be an incentive for him even more train harder.
(maybe knowing how many times he came, just remembering this loss and the photo, you would think about whether you want to take this photo — or that you want to make shooting a tradition.)
The third — and final — photo you take when he falls asleep on you, finding a comfortable place on your lap. A movie night in which there is no place for him except your hips — “there’s nothing special about sitting on a friend’s lap,” and Yuuta, being quite socially awkward, touch starved and comfortable with your presence, allows you to pull him by the small waist. And although you would not be able to call yourself very soft and pleasant to sleep on, his measured breathing begins to tickle your neck much earlier than you could expect; lulled by your heartbeat and noise from the screen, Yuuta falls asleep before everyone else, blissfully snuggling up to you in search of warmth — and being absolutely not against you doing a couple of photos of his peaceful face.
His eyelashes flutter sweetly in his sleep when he presses whole body against you, although for some reason you do not doubt that it is useless to try to get out.
… He looks pretty good himself, though...
ৎ୭ ... Maybe he looks too good for his own good.
Yuuta is not the kind of guy who likes to undress or show himself, but when he lets you see more skin, metaphorically exposing his ankle in a bashful blush just for your look, wanting to attract your attention — you don’t need others to point out that his platonic friendliness becomes a puppy in love. Even when the Panda teases that the newbie does not stop talking about you and does not take longing looks from you (which, as Yuuta believes, no one notices), you brush it off. It’s not that you don’t appreciate advice or comments, — even Toge can’t remain indifferent, bringing to you quite certain thoughts that you definitely aren’t going to discuss out loud, in response only hearing his mischievous giggle, — you just… you’re not sure. You are not sure to the last.
(when Maki clicks his tongue disapprovingly, you skillfully find an excuse to increase the distance, knowing the tactics of “I don’t care about what happens between you and how you treat him but…”)
Even when it becomes obvious that the tension becomes indecently strong and unexpressed and begins to affect not only the two of you, but also the whole team, forcing them to observe your mutual masochistic attempts to practice «take care of me» and «catch me», where Yuuta plays the role of a naive desperate puppy poking into your palm and almost whining from the desire to get more attention, and you pretend as if nothing is happening, even when he grows to your hip, from a pet always following you around, becoming your tail. You’re not sure, you’re not sure about so many things, that when you have to watch him, desperately trying to convince you to stay a little longer, you don’t see any reason to refuse — and it’s an unhealthy practice, but if you were 'healthy’, it wouldn’t even begin. Your camera is gathering dust, although the album is getting bigger — Yuuta likes to stuff his cheeks like a hamster, prefers to rest on your lap and hands and lets you use him as you want for your collection, allowing you to bare him more than usual to capture this look or just to touch him. But no matter what you do, it seems wrong, and all these photos are not something you should be proud of, as if you should not be doing this right now, but finish things, sort things out, solve all things — and come to the most correct decision.
And you do.
… Panda reassuringly pats you on the shoulder, saying that this is not the last chance in your life, some things just don’t add up, it’s even right that you didn’t make what is happening even more serious — “the main thing is that you remained friends,” and you undoubtedly are. You won’t be able to be 'lovers’.
To satisfy this thirst, you need something deeper.
ৎ୭ Yuuta blushes when you kiss his fingers, — one by one, pressing lips firmly to each, — and does not even flinch when hears the click, closing his eyes from the pleasure of touching. His bags under eyes don’t look as bad as you thought the first time — and when you reach for another kiss, Yuuta gently wraps his arm around your body to immediately squeeze tightly. He tastes a lot better than you expected, too. And his leg, thrown over your hip in a protective gesture, feels nice, even when he tries to turn you over on back to lie on top.
You are not quite sure what you should do, knowing that he expects nothing from you, being more than satisfied with this closeness and cursory touches to his skin, but you try anyway.
“I'm… I’m quite… possessive… but I’ll be working on it! Every day I try to be better than I already am, and I will work to ensure that you always feel comfortable and cozy next to me– I will be the best version of myself next to you! Just… just promise me you won’t leave me, okay?”
“I don’t want to not be with you– I don’t want to be without you.”
When Yuuta grabs you, snuggling even closer, trying to wrap himself around you as tightly as possible, as if in fear that you will get up and leave, you just stroke his head like your pet — and this makes him quiet for a while, enjoying your touch, restoring his lost breath.
His heart is beating so hard that you’re not sure how normal it is.
“I think– I think I love you.”
Yuuta’s long fingers squeeze so tightly when he looks at you with big doe eyes, as if waiting for a verdict on his life and death, and you want to say something, but you don’t know what, being not even sure how he got into your room at such a late hour — but this is the last, what should you care about, — and not understanding what you could say at all in this situation. Did you want to be with him forever? Did you love him? Do you think of him as a friend? Is he nothing more than a disciple to you?
Would you rather never even get to know him?
Maybe if you had never even seen him, never taken responsibility for him, grade promised to make a real special class out of him, you would never have experienced this. Maybe if you, instead of forcing him to talk «about us», would have let everything go its course, this conversation would not have happened. Maybe. These thoughts don’t make sense right now.
“… Will you pose for me? On such moonless nights, beautiful photos are obtained.”
“Of course!”
ৎ୭ Yuuta is like a cute puppy who loves to spin around at your feet to attract attention and lie on your bed, because it’s hard for him to fall asleep and because he’s very bored alone.
When Maki says that Yuuta is trying too hard to pull you away from strangers, you assure that he is just very protective — doesn’t he do the same with her during dangers?
(you ignore the words that he always does this to you.)
He’s just restless and nervous, preferring to stand behind your back and seek protection from you — it’s cute. Maybe sometimes it’s unnecessary, but it’s not something they should worry about (even when the usually calm Toge nervously tries to convey something to you, and you are sure that this is not another prank) — Yuuta has nothing bad on his mind, he tries to be helpful and nice, he’s just afraid, it’s hard for him to express himself correctly…
… and you don’t know how you manage to convince others of this.
The number of photos has long passed over a thousand, starting from his sparkling eyes when looking at snowflakes, his contented smile from eating a warm bun, his rosy cheeks from a long workout, his thoughtful gaze out the window, his searching for figures from clouds in the sky, his nervous grip of a katana in hand, his cute face while sleeping in the your bed — and ending with his tight hugging to your chest, dozing on your lap, wrapping around your blanket, loving glances at you when you «don’t notice» it, gently stroking the keyring during moments of thoughtfulness (the second part of which is stored with you) and a frightened look when he loses sight of you in the crowd.
It would take you more than a few hours to review each of them.
(Maybe you couldn’t share all of his traits, but you definitely understood some of them.)
ৎ୭ Yuuta does not get easier with time; rather, he refuses to try to be hiding and quiet, ceasing to hide his sides and thoughts, like straightforward words that he is ready to stab anyone who will look at you, no longer trying to be «empathic and more reasonable» when it comes to you in large part because of your apparent indulgence in expressing his desires and feelings — being a little more selfish and attention-hungry was becoming to him. Not expecting anything good from the world does not make the situation safer (as well as him) — but you do not push him away when he presses against you again, sticking to your hip, taking your hand with his trembling, restoring energy after the mission and scaring away all unwanted persons from you. Even if Yuuta has become taller and bigger, he still fits perfectly on your lap, like a little pet puppy wrapping his arms around your neck in a blind desire for intimacy and protection, although now he can protect himself from anyone.
Some habits never disappear.
However, now Yuuta asks you to capture him on camera or asks if you want to take a picture, and if he is away from you, then you know that you can count on a large number of his photos, because you are the only incentive for him to take pictures of himself. Daily video communication and photo sharing becomes part of the routine if you can’t spend time with each other physically, although Yuuta is clearly much more dependent on these rituals of keeping in touch, looking forward to the set time to spend some time with you, and constantly checking the phone waiting for your answer.
… So there is nothing surprising when he does not come out for a week, locked up with you in a common little world. Just a little space alone, without others, only he and you — sorcerers are paid enough so that you can afford such moments whenever you reconnect after (any) separation. In the end, even if he became the 'second anomaly of modernity’ and acquired this dead-fish look, he remained the same moé — nervous, sweet-hearted and loving to sit on your lap, allowing you to take more and more pictures of his charming face.
Yuuta’s hands tremble when he undresses you, touching bare, warm skin with sweaty palms, licking lips whenever he feels the movement of your chest under his hand, fidgeting uncertainly on your hips to arouse, but rather — feeling very stupid and pathetic and completely unsexy. You probably felt the same way, — Yuuta doesn’t have the courage to look at your definitely disappointed face, — but even when he tries to move more actively, caressing you, it feels unsatisfactory. You breathe softly, as if afraid to scare him off; Yuuta tries to convince himself that you are thinking about him, and have not closed your eyes at all and hope to endure these awkward foreplay and probably not-so-pleasant friction, — but such thoughts do not stay in his head so willingly, giving way to uncertainty and anxiety, even when your hands soothingly stroke his thighs.
Does he, does he even look sexually arousing? Do you like the pose? Or would you rather undress him while he’s lying quietly? He didn’t want to look indifferent, but what if that’s what you prefer? Shouldn’t he have clarified that earlier? Are you at all comfortable being undressed, or do you prefer to be dressed? Is everything going well? Should he stop and ask all this, or will it spoil the mood?
Or is there nothing left to spoil after all he’s done?
“…Yuuta.”
“O– oh!.. Yes? Is, is something wrong? Are you uncomfortable? Should I move over? Would you prefer otherwi–”
Click.
“You look cute when you’re worried… But you don’t have to worry so much.”
We can always try again.
... Yuuta is hot, like an oven, which contrasts with his usual cold skin — but for some reason you feel the heat not only from his body. This is supposed to be his first time, right?
When he timidly climbs on top of you, squeezing his hips to give you more pleasure, looking with big puppy eyes, looking for your approval and desire, for some reason you just want more — and the only thing he can do is give you even more.
ৎ୭ Yuuta can’t stop blushing and breathing every other time during the «first time», even if it’s already your twentieth «first time» — he still can’t stop timidly stroking your shoulders during kisses, and looking with huge puppy eyes, as if he’s about to cry from an overabundance of feelings, causing you want to hug him and comfort him; but when you stroke his hair while he takes your cock deep, stretching his hot throat until he buries nose in your pubic hair, looking at you with wet shiny eyes from the bottom up, faithfully waiting for your reaction — you can’t say that it’s not hot.
Yuuta has a weak gag reflex; you know that no matter how deep you force him to take, he will do it without difficulty or complaint, but the thought that he keeps going, even when it is difficult for him, blindly entrusting himself to the fanatical idea of pleasing you to the detriment of himself — when you fill his mouth, Yuuta almost he purrs, not taking his adoring eyes off you until his throat is empty, moving away only to show you that he swallowed everything. The subsequent licking is more of a reward for him than for you, in fact.
Because your reward is stored by the thousands in an album full of Yuuta taking you anywhere at the first request, kneeling down and nervously taking off the interfering clothes, or gently kissing the head before starting, or starting to take while you hold hand on his hair, encouraging him to continue — or encouraging him with «what a good pet he is» when Yuuta opens his mouth, full of cum, posing for the camera.
“If I need to relieve stress when you’re not around” — Yuuta doesn’t really need an explanation of your actions, but nods, letting you know that he understands everything and accepts everything, although the mention of a possible temporary separation unpleasantly cuts the heart. When you push your finger into his mouth, gently opening it, encouraging him to take into mouth, saying that before «separation» you take care of him and his cute mouth, so eager to be occupied and filled with you, if his oral fixation is so strong, Yuuta only sucks your finger, murmuring inarticulately satisfied in response, being too focused.
(And a clear approval when you ask him for a little show, even knowing that Yuuta can easily swallow everything you give him and prefer to take you inside. Cum play may not be something that fascinates him, but he can’t give up posing for you, no matter how — the role of the model turns him on quite a lot, especially when he thinks about how you will use these photos.)
ৎ୭ On the other hand, stretching him in an attempt to take your dick is much more difficult — even if Yuuta can easily make you fill his throat with almost one movement, enjoying your reaction without discomfort for himself, he is not a size king at all, and the first times you need a lot of effort to go further, making him almost suffocate when you pump him up. Not that he was ready even then to stop and give up, firmly clasping your hips with his legs and trying to relax, whining from need, kissing your face and neck to calm and cheer while you push deeper.
If you are not a big size, everything goes easier, — although his stomach still bulges every time he takes your cock, making him drool from stimulation and awareness of his position in front of you, almost cumming when you capture what is happening on camera, leaving evidence of how desperately lustful he can be, taking something so huge because of his sexual preoccupation, — since Yuuta is naturally much better at handling non-big ones and is better at training, over time not needing such a huge amount of lubrication and patience to get inside. And although the subsequent availability makes him much more eager to straddle you or be pressed down (or squeezed into a mating press), you are not so you can complain, knowing that it was you who made him so sexually addicted to it.
If you are more on the big side, then Yuuta needs time — a lot. It’s not surprising when you move on to CNC and when he doesn’t become even more masochistic than Yuuta already is, enjoying the painful sensations and playing that you force him accept you regardless of his desire, fucking him even when his body going crazy, too overexcited and overwhelmed to react; when his stomach stretches, safely adjusting to your dick, but his muscles squeeze tightly — only to become much more pliable when you dissatisfied spank him, just to understand that he is excited by this. By the time he can fully take your dick for the first time, you, to your disappointment or satisfaction, leave a lot of marks, bites and bruises on his body, making him tremble excitedly when you hover over him, casually preparing for new thrusts, forcing him to whine from the already familiar fullness — to realize with amazement that Yuuta is completely took you; squeezing tightly, begging you to be gentle with him and not harm him, he will do anything, — but stops when he understands what happened, feeling a hot pulsation inside and realizing that he is firmly pressed against you.
… Through, he looks cute when shows a peace sign while your dick makes a bulge in his stomach, — and delightfully squeezes when he hears a click, meaning that a new photo has been added to your album.
It would be such a shame if anyone found out that Yuuta Okkotsu loves when his partner fucks him into unconsciousness and gets a wave of orgasms from the fact that his stomach is filled with a huge amount of cum.
(Or when Yuuta has to hold it inside, feeling so full, so filthy, with his nose buried in the pillow, but can’t finish until you take a satisfactory number of photos of his condition and face, making him to spread hips a little wider to capture how much you filled him; or when he fucks himself with fingers, slightly stretching, allowing the seed to flow out over his fingers and thighs, so that you can take more piquant pictures of his condition, cooing about how good and diligent he is for you.)
ৎ୭ Yuuta starts with a low-moderate level of sex drive and ends up having daily sex anywhere every few hours, not wanting to be alone even at night — even when you are separated by kilometers — and also not allowing you to (although somewhat nervously possessive reacting to other people’s flirting with you, trying to gently keep them away from you, and becoming very adept at it by the second year). His attraction increases dramatically when you are around and also drops sharply when you are not around, although the desire itself does not disappear, which is why Yuuta can walk for weeks very tired and unhealthy due to the discrepancy between actions and needs, experiencing great difficulties with expressing sexual desires when you are not around.
Even if you send him your photos or exchange dirty messages during sexting, Yuuta can’t bring himself to masturbate, even realizing that for his body, accustomed to constant stimulation, it’s not very good — and sublimation doesn’t help much when he feels guilty, knowing that you, having found out about it, probably wouldn’t be satisfied. But Yuuta just can’t do it on his own — and looking at how you try to interact sexually with him from a distance, this guilt only becomes stronger.
(Although, when you find out about it or realize it, seeing his unhealthy state and putting the puzzle in his head, Yuuta ends up several times during the night, hearing your voice ordering him here and there.)
But when he is next to you again after a long sexual and touching hunger, you spend days hugging and breeding him, holding his hand and filling him until his cheeks become rosy again from warming up — and until Yuuta warms you in response, allowing you to stretch him, push inside and have fun with him even when he sleeps. Making him to cum during sleep, whispering how well he takes you and that he is the prettiest slut you could only dream of, you could fuck him to unconsciousness, knowing that he would only be glad of such treatment — and blush when he sees new photos of his ruddy face from overexcitation, sleeping peacefully even when you hold him tightly by his wet, precum-soaked thigh, preventing him from squeezing and forcing him to cum again in front of the camera.
This works both ways, however: when you wake up from an orgasm at night, feeling someone diligently licking you, you know for sure that this is not a «very realistic dream», but Yuuta, kissing your hips in love and purring that you look too good and delicious, tucking a strand of hair behind the ear before continuing to caress you, licking everything he can reach.
The subsequent straddling until your cock is deep inside, tightly squeezed by his too tense body, which is enough for him to cum again, not yet fully recovered from orgasm during throat fucking, you perceive as something natural — although after Yuuta became more skillful with cursed energy and physically trained, this is usually forced you have to give up sleep for a while and making out with him, squeezing his narrow hips while he rides you, until he is satisfied or loses consciousness from hyperstimulation and overwhelmed by sensations (which happened especially often at first), snuggling up to you.
It can sometimes be a little exhausting, especially when you’ve had a busy day and have to deal with his dissatisfaction as well, but the Yuuta always find the most comfortable way for you to solve all the problems — and you’d be lying if you said that Yuuta, riding your thigh with his tongue sticking out, doesn’t look amazingly photogenic.
ৎ୭ Yuuta can be a little, just a little, too obsessive when it comes to you — every part of you. Praise your body from the bottom up and from the top down, make sure you are always comfortable, watch your happy face, snuggle up to you while you rest, kiss until you get tired, no matter if you are in bed, in class behind friends or on a mission, finding a relatively secluded corner to take care of his need to snuggle to you and get his well-deserved kisses — Yuuta always strives to use his mouth, sensitive enough that even the usual sliding of his lips on your skin feels nice, feeling the rhythm of your heart.
Blowjob is not something energy-consuming for you — after all, Yuuta is happy to do anything for you, and if he wants to please you and is so needy for any stimulation of his mouth, you are always happy to encourage such behavior. He’s not very skilled at first, even if he doesn’t have any difficulties to take you — maybe sometimes he uses his teeth or doesn’t know how to touch you better, but he’s very diligent and hardworking, and it’s easy to work with him as long as you tell him exactly how you want to feel his mouth on your dick. It’s nice when his lips slide over the shaft, feeling the pulsation, knowing that it was he who made you feel like this — or when his hot mouth wraps around the head, gently stroking before pushing deeper.
... Yuuta becomes not that «obsessive» of your dick, but more… worshipful, being carried away by any opportunity to touch you, — even not sexually, — wanting to constantly feel your cock close to the skin and stimulate it, being fascinated by the reaction and the view, faintly realizing that at some point it becomes too obvious — until you directly confront him, rather teasingly ordering to worship your dick out loud if he wants to continue, and reacting almost without surprise when he actually kneels down to do it.
Not that you can deny that it’s your fault when Yuuta unequivocally shows interest even in a non-sexual setting, allowing you to grab his slutty thin waist to hold him closer, giving him a better feel for you, rubbing, making him blush and almost purr, feeling you so close to the body, but inaccessible, not enough, — almost dragging you along when it turns out to find some free time to leave a few kisses and warm you up.
Even if his body is rather cold, not very willing to heat up except in cases of illness, he is much hotter inside.
(When he shows you your photo taken while making love in one of the alleys after the mission, you call it «professional deformation» and «I’ll figure out what to do with your hands next time».)
CONTENT WARNINGS: unhealthy behaviour, size kink, penetration g., rough sex, cum play, oral sex g. & r.
I love Rika and feel a great connection with her, because I am also strangely possessive and obsessive over Yuuta. like? there's no reason for it, I just trusted your taste at first, — and now I'm here, with a lot of these short drafts and a strange fanatical love for my precious tiny bean.
He first thinks that you are mocking him, but quickly gives up this idea when he sees your face looking at him with admiration <3 he looks like a stunted flower — you'd be lying if you said that his tired, exhausted face is some kind of example of "universal attractiveness," especially looking at Toge, who really embodies a pretty quiet boy, or at Maki, who always looks like a gorgeous lady, even when she brings a weapon to strike. Yuuta is not like that, obviously not like that — to understand his attractiveness, it's not enough to even look at him for an hour (if you don't want to make him nervous).
But for some reason he catches your eye almost immediately — maybe it's his very lively face, or how easily his cheeks light up, or when he makes these movements to calm down, or when he shrinks like a chick thrown out of the nest. Toge is very beautiful thanks to this gentle coldness and the aura of a gloomy boy; Maki is beautiful when she straightens her back, trying to show that she will conquer this world and put it at her feet; Panda looks like a cute, innocent animal (which is definitely not the case).
Yuuta? Like a withered tree that was planted in a garden with flowers and animals in the hope that it would come to life.
And it came to life. Right on your photos.
Anxious, fearful, wary, expectant, cautious, calm, relaxed, interested, timidly smiling, gently looking, rosy, happy — Yuuta looks like a timid flower that has just started to put out leaves, not even accustomed to the rays of the moon, trying to straighten out and bloom to attract even more of your attention. When he metaphorically weaves around you, the thirst for even more intimacy, more affection, more warmth that spreads through his cold body when you touch him, warming him from permafrost like fire — his fingers are so cold when you first take his hands.
For the first time, he loses to you, yielding physically and not being skilled with the course energy.
(you can't forget his happy and self-confident smile when he defeats you for the first time in armwrestling, using the cursed energy.)
Surely Yuuta is abusing your hospitality a little, spending a lot of time in your room, feeling so connected to you, as if a natural part of your life is exactly the same as this bed or a lot of these photos, which are now mostly just him — "don't have enough time to get out into nature, so all new there is his face," and Yuuta can't help but blush, — not from shame or discontent, through </333
You are not surprised when Panda starts doing this and Toge joins him — they regularly do this, they are bored, and your closeness with Yuuta begins to raise some questions when he runs after you on his long slender legs as soon as he notices you, or talks about you for hours without a break, although both you and he claim that nothing is happening.
Panda likes to facilitate communication and just having fun, Toge likes to watch the chaos happening (and you have no doubt that this is his way of taking care), but when Maki joins them, not letting Yuuta sit down and saying that you will have to sit together, they did not bring another seat with them, you realize that you have lost, counting on her integrity and neutrality.
The three of them occupy the entire sofa, and although you are sure that something is wrong, — hey, haven't you managed to fit in there together with the four of you before? — you can't refuse Yuuta, seeing his confused look.
And although it feels almost like a betrayal, looking at their absolutely definitely not interested facial expressions when Yuuta hardly concentrates on the film, being unaccustomed to such a level of intimacy outside of training, you do nothing, — just stroking his hips a couple of times, making him squeak in response from surprise and shyness, warming up about his hot rosy cheeks.
(you switch places when you hear uncertain warnings after a couple of months that Yuuta is behaving a little excessively, and you should not be so indulgent — but just politely ignore them, almost viciously recalling these attempts to lock you and Yuuta "in the same box" so that you cannot escape.)
(gojo almost becomes interested too, but you don't even try to hide that you can't be responsible for yourself if they try to wedge themselves between your and yuuta's dualization.)
Yuuta is so tight; you try to make him take you well and deeply, stretching to the point that his legs tremble with impatience and fullness, but he is so unyielding, reluctant, his body is so capricious when you try to drive in completely, feeling his fingers grab you — and when you try to gently push back while his body is tightly squeezing you, hot and wet, feeling you too well to let go without resistance. Hearing whining and pitiful moans while you leave him, knowing that now you will drive inside him again, feeling his resistance less and less with each push.
When you squeeze his throat with your hand, fucking him to such an extent that he can't even think clearly, only vaguely begging you for more, deeper, stronger, even when his body is decorated with your bites, bruises and slaps, like a delightful picture, while his body shudders again in orgasm through your thrusts, scratching and biting you, being too sensitive, — but not saying a safe word even when he feels that he is too close, accepting everything that you give him.
Yuuta would be so thrilled,,,,, the feeling of your mouth on him while he continues to caress you, putting as much effort as possible, making a pleasant buzz when you touch him, not letting him forget about your lips on his penis or pussy </3 when he is close to orgasm and you feel the movement of his hands, wanting to make you cum, but cumming himself, with a trembling movement trying to lick you, but instead biting his hand so as not to be too loud </33
Yuuta returns the favor, though — even if his movements may be awkward or too cautious at first, he quickly gets used to your favorite pace and method, helping you cum several times from his more than skillful mouth and getting even more excited from it, hearing your moans or even praise; maybe he comes a couple of times at the same time as you, too sensitive and absorbed in the sensation of your warmth and taste to pay attention to it before he realizes that can't go any further even when you continue to bring him.
He does not always clearly realize that you have finished because he is too passionate about you and your reaction? It's more likely than you think </333
yuuta cums in your mouth for the first time and feels so happy– only to then feel embarrassed and full of guilt, nervous that you will get angry or offended, — but you only help him swallow part with a kiss, pushing it with your tongue into his mouth <333 It wasn't that he was unhappy — more of a mutual victory situation <33333
CONTENT WARNINGS: unhealthy behaviour, mention of death
shsgshhshsg 'sharing is caring <3333' /hj
my star, it sounds like an textborne disease but I don't want to 'deal' with it hhhh </3 I am delusional but free </33 /j
actually? you have a lot in common. perhaps Satoru even sees himself more in Yuuta than in you — the same moral weather vane with great power, allowing his best friend to be his moral guide, and thinking that these relationships will be eternal, building his whole world and his perception of reality around these relationships, considering it indestructible. only Satoru is more independent than Yuuta, refusing to follow Suguru, knowing that his power should not be used for this; that there is another way to achieve the world he craves.
... If you became a dark sorcerer, would Yuuta stand up to you? if you had invited him with you, if you had said that this was the only way to stay with you — would Yuuta have refused?
Yuuta is guided by 'my loved ones are bad / my loved ones are fine / my loved ones are good' — Satoru cannot deny that he can refuse, preferring his friends over his one loved one, but he himself knows that this is not the case. that if Yuuta, nervous, anxious Yuuta, is faced with the choice of "leaving you" and "going with you" — he will not leave you. and whenever Yuuta clings to your clothes, apologizing for not protecting you (allowing you to get a bruise — while he was forced to visit Ieri) or asking where you will go together, Satoru is even more convinced of this option.
... but when he sees how you obviously and unobviously protect Yuuta, covering him with yourself, he wants to believe that you will never put your good friend before choosing sides — even if you know the answer.
maybe he and Yuuta are somewhat similar, but he very much doubts that Yuuta will survive this separation as well as he does.
Satoru, who feels strange, almost uncomfortable, when he sees your closeness, as it is too familiar for him — and at the same time seems to be something very far away, seeing this obvious mutual obsession and dependence 'without words', instinctively tuning into each other in a blind desire to understand as much and deeper as possible.
and Satoru wants to believe that nothing will change the two of you — that you will always be like this in relation to each other, in relation to yourself, in relation to the world. that your relationship will remain this indestructible atlantean, bearing on its shoulders all the difficulties that you will survive. that you will not repeat their fate, that you will not lose your significant part.
He wants to help, he knows where such intimacy ends, not only by his example, and he wants to unobtrusively intervene, — not only for the sake of you two, but also for the safety of all people in general, — but Satoru does not know how. Yuuta does not reflect, does not comprehend — his goal is not to be "right" in an objective sense, but to be worthy for his loved ones.
you, however, are not quite like that... but you are sure that you will take care of him — and Yuuta only blindly agrees, without even considering other options. you are so wonderful and amazing, and spend time with someone like him — the least he can do is justify your trust and diligently take care of you.
that you will not.
(and then "you" die and we repeat fate with a cursed spirit shsghshdhs.)
dearest, as long as it's you, everything is related and absolutely adored and encouraged <3 love seeing you in notifications mh mh
hypersexuality, heavy petting (dry humping), somnophilia (penetration, oral), unprotected sex / breeding, deep penetration + belly bulge, cum inflation, size difference / size kink, mild consensual noncon (CNC), mild sadism/masochism, mention of mind break, fingering (yuuta), hyperstimulation (g.), degrading praise (g.), praise (g.), oral sex (r.) + throat fucking, body worship (r., dick)
WRITING STYLE: low-key headcanons, 5000 words (2500 sfw + 2500 nsfw); referencing reader's genitals as 'cock' / 'dick'
DARLINGS: yuuta okkotsu x reader; top!reader, dom!reader, male!reader, special grade!reader implied, first-year!yuuta okkotsu -> second-year!yuuta okkotsu
NOTE: crosspost on ao3
Maybe call him «handsome» was not completely correct, beauty is too relative a concept, but it was worth making Yuut at least a little more well-groomed, and he became much more attractive — many times more attractive than he usually is, smiling shyly, clinging to your sleeve when can’t stop feeling overwhelmed with anxiety, blindly looking for comfort in you. Although it wasn’t quite right to deny his likability — no matter how many times you rummaged in the nooks and crannies of memory, you couldn’t remember when Yuuta wasn’t at least cute. He was the type who would attract attention even if they got up after a long exhausting night, with tangled hair and bags under his eyes, in rumpled clothes and a semi-lethargic state.
(maybe you were a little subjective — after all, he was your beloved.)
Yuuta just managed to be alluring, no matter what he did, making you to revise your beauty standards so that he could absolutely meet them — as if he was an obsession, wanting to capture your entire focus of attention on his figure; to make sure that he would be the only one you would look at, no matter who exactly wanted to compete with him for your rating on the attractiveness scale, where «Yuuta» was burning at the top.
Maybe it was something unhealthy. Maybe you just adored him. But there are definitely too many photos of him in your camera, no matter how you preferred to identify your attitude.
(as if it was your fault that Yuuta looked so good, forcing you to reach for the camera every time to capture his cute face or cute expression.)
Not that your love was against it — even when you cooed with delight, asking him to lie down nicely and be a good boy until you finish, making him tremble with impatience, but meekly obey you.
Yuuta was actually such a good boy to you, even when your hand were firmly gripping his wrist, preventing him from squirming because of the feeling of amazing fullness, capturing every moment of his desperately needy expression.
The best boy for you.
ৎ୭ Yuuta blushes delightfully when you first ask permission to capture him on camera, looking at his charmingly happy face, — and lets you, saying that you can do anything that will make you feel good. The photo of a shyly smiling, nervously excited Yuuta looking straight into the lens becomes the first in your album — when he was wearing a white jacket, Rika was a cursed spirit, not his ability, and he timidly stretched out his fingers to yours when you were sitting next to him, wanting to touch you as he likes to do. His hands were always reaching out to you — to grab the edge of your clothes, try to entwine your elbow, to press against your side when you let him, to be as close as possible when you won by knocking him to the ground.
The next photo, where Yuuta, breathing heavily, allows you to press on his stomach with your knee, obediently spreading his hips in a more than intimate pose for your convenience, seems a little hasty, given your purely friendly relations, but when Yuuta whines, blushing even more, you only tease that this will be an incentive for him even more train harder.
(maybe knowing how many times he came, just remembering this loss and the photo, you would think about whether you want to take this photo — or that you want to make shooting a tradition.)
The third — and final — photo you take when he falls asleep on you, finding a comfortable place on your lap. A movie night in which there is no place for him except your hips — “there’s nothing special about sitting on a friend’s lap,” and Yuuta, being quite socially awkward, touch starved and comfortable with your presence, allows you to pull him by the small waist. And although you would not be able to call yourself very soft and pleasant to sleep on, his measured breathing begins to tickle your neck much earlier than you could expect; lulled by your heartbeat and noise from the screen, Yuuta falls asleep before everyone else, blissfully snuggling up to you in search of warmth — and being absolutely not against you doing a couple of photos of his peaceful face.
His eyelashes flutter sweetly in his sleep when he presses whole body against you, although for some reason you do not doubt that it is useless to try to get out.
… He looks pretty good himself, though...
ৎ୭ ... Maybe he looks too good for his own good.
Yuuta is not the kind of guy who likes to undress or show himself, but when he lets you see more skin, metaphorically exposing his ankle in a bashful blush just for your look, wanting to attract your attention — you don’t need others to point out that his platonic friendliness becomes a puppy in love. Even when the Panda teases that the newbie does not stop talking about you and does not take longing looks from you (which, as Yuuta believes, no one notices), you brush it off. It’s not that you don’t appreciate advice or comments, — even Toge can’t remain indifferent, bringing to you quite certain thoughts that you definitely aren’t going to discuss out loud, in response only hearing his mischievous giggle, — you just… you’re not sure. You are not sure to the last.
(when Maki clicks his tongue disapprovingly, you skillfully find an excuse to increase the distance, knowing the tactics of “I don’t care about what happens between you and how you treat him but…”)
Even when it becomes obvious that the tension becomes indecently strong and unexpressed and begins to affect not only the two of you, but also the whole team, forcing them to observe your mutual masochistic attempts to practice «take care of me» and «catch me», where Yuuta plays the role of a naive desperate puppy poking into your palm and almost whining from the desire to get more attention, and you pretend as if nothing is happening, even when he grows to your hip, from a pet always following you around, becoming your tail. You’re not sure, you’re not sure about so many things, that when you have to watch him, desperately trying to convince you to stay a little longer, you don’t see any reason to refuse — and it’s an unhealthy practice, but if you were 'healthy’, it wouldn’t even begin. Your camera is gathering dust, although the album is getting bigger — Yuuta likes to stuff his cheeks like a hamster, prefers to rest on your lap and hands and lets you use him as you want for your collection, allowing you to bare him more than usual to capture this look or just to touch him. But no matter what you do, it seems wrong, and all these photos are not something you should be proud of, as if you should not be doing this right now, but finish things, sort things out, solve all things — and come to the most correct decision.
And you do.
… Panda reassuringly pats you on the shoulder, saying that this is not the last chance in your life, some things just don’t add up, it’s even right that you didn’t make what is happening even more serious — “the main thing is that you remained friends,” and you undoubtedly are. You won’t be able to be 'lovers’.
To satisfy this thirst, you need something deeper.
ৎ୭ Yuuta blushes when you kiss his fingers, — one by one, pressing lips firmly to each, — and does not even flinch when hears the click, closing his eyes from the pleasure of touching. His bags under eyes don’t look as bad as you thought the first time — and when you reach for another kiss, Yuuta gently wraps his arm around your body to immediately squeeze tightly. He tastes a lot better than you expected, too. And his leg, thrown over your hip in a protective gesture, feels nice, even when he tries to turn you over on back to lie on top.
You are not quite sure what you should do, knowing that he expects nothing from you, being more than satisfied with this closeness and cursory touches to his skin, but you try anyway.
“I'm… I’m quite… possessive… but I’ll be working on it! Every day I try to be better than I already am, and I will work to ensure that you always feel comfortable and cozy next to me– I will be the best version of myself next to you! Just… just promise me you won’t leave me, okay?”
“I don’t want to not be with you– I don’t want to be without you.”
When Yuuta grabs you, snuggling even closer, trying to wrap himself around you as tightly as possible, as if in fear that you will get up and leave, you just stroke his head like your pet — and this makes him quiet for a while, enjoying your touch, restoring his lost breath.
His heart is beating so hard that you’re not sure how normal it is.
“I think– I think I love you.”
Yuuta’s long fingers squeeze so tightly when he looks at you with big doe eyes, as if waiting for a verdict on his life and death, and you want to say something, but you don’t know what, being not even sure how he got into your room at such a late hour — but this is the last, what should you care about, — and not understanding what you could say at all in this situation. Did you want to be with him forever? Did you love him? Do you think of him as a friend? Is he nothing more than a disciple to you?
Would you rather never even get to know him?
Maybe if you had never even seen him, never taken responsibility for him, grade promised to make a real special class out of him, you would never have experienced this. Maybe if you, instead of forcing him to talk «about us», would have let everything go its course, this conversation would not have happened. Maybe. These thoughts don’t make sense right now.
“… Will you pose for me? On such moonless nights, beautiful photos are obtained.”
“Of course!”
ৎ୭ Yuuta is like a cute puppy who loves to spin around at your feet to attract attention and lie on your bed, because it’s hard for him to fall asleep and because he’s very bored alone.
When Maki says that Yuuta is trying too hard to pull you away from strangers, you assure that he is just very protective — doesn’t he do the same with her during dangers?
(you ignore the words that he always does this to you.)
He’s just restless and nervous, preferring to stand behind your back and seek protection from you — it’s cute. Maybe sometimes it’s unnecessary, but it’s not something they should worry about (even when the usually calm Toge nervously tries to convey something to you, and you are sure that this is not another prank) — Yuuta has nothing bad on his mind, he tries to be helpful and nice, he’s just afraid, it’s hard for him to express himself correctly…
… and you don’t know how you manage to convince others of this.
The number of photos has long passed over a thousand, starting from his sparkling eyes when looking at snowflakes, his contented smile from eating a warm bun, his rosy cheeks from a long workout, his thoughtful gaze out the window, his searching for figures from clouds in the sky, his nervous grip of a katana in hand, his cute face while sleeping in the your bed — and ending with his tight hugging to your chest, dozing on your lap, wrapping around your blanket, loving glances at you when you «don’t notice» it, gently stroking the keyring during moments of thoughtfulness (the second part of which is stored with you) and a frightened look when he loses sight of you in the crowd.
It would take you more than a few hours to review each of them.
(Maybe you couldn’t share all of his traits, but you definitely understood some of them.)
ৎ୭ Yuuta does not get easier with time; rather, he refuses to try to be hiding and quiet, ceasing to hide his sides and thoughts, like straightforward words that he is ready to stab anyone who will look at you, no longer trying to be «empathic and more reasonable» when it comes to you in large part because of your apparent indulgence in expressing his desires and feelings — being a little more selfish and attention-hungry was becoming to him. Not expecting anything good from the world does not make the situation safer (as well as him) — but you do not push him away when he presses against you again, sticking to your hip, taking your hand with his trembling, restoring energy after the mission and scaring away all unwanted persons from you. Even if Yuuta has become taller and bigger, he still fits perfectly on your lap, like a little pet puppy wrapping his arms around your neck in a blind desire for intimacy and protection, although now he can protect himself from anyone.
Some habits never disappear.
However, now Yuuta asks you to capture him on camera or asks if you want to take a picture, and if he is away from you, then you know that you can count on a large number of his photos, because you are the only incentive for him to take pictures of himself. Daily video communication and photo sharing becomes part of the routine if you can’t spend time with each other physically, although Yuuta is clearly much more dependent on these rituals of keeping in touch, looking forward to the set time to spend some time with you, and constantly checking the phone waiting for your answer.
… So there is nothing surprising when he does not come out for a week, locked up with you in a common little world. Just a little space alone, without others, only he and you — sorcerers are paid enough so that you can afford such moments whenever you reconnect after (any) separation. In the end, even if he became the 'second anomaly of modernity’ and acquired this dead-fish look, he remained the same moé — nervous, sweet-hearted and loving to sit on your lap, allowing you to take more and more pictures of his charming face.
Yuuta’s hands tremble when he undresses you, touching bare, warm skin with sweaty palms, licking lips whenever he feels the movement of your chest under his hand, fidgeting uncertainly on your hips to arouse, but rather — feeling very stupid and pathetic and completely unsexy. You probably felt the same way, — Yuuta doesn’t have the courage to look at your definitely disappointed face, — but even when he tries to move more actively, caressing you, it feels unsatisfactory. You breathe softly, as if afraid to scare him off; Yuuta tries to convince himself that you are thinking about him, and have not closed your eyes at all and hope to endure these awkward foreplay and probably not-so-pleasant friction, — but such thoughts do not stay in his head so willingly, giving way to uncertainty and anxiety, even when your hands soothingly stroke his thighs.
Does he, does he even look sexually arousing? Do you like the pose? Or would you rather undress him while he’s lying quietly? He didn’t want to look indifferent, but what if that’s what you prefer? Shouldn’t he have clarified that earlier? Are you at all comfortable being undressed, or do you prefer to be dressed? Is everything going well? Should he stop and ask all this, or will it spoil the mood?
Or is there nothing left to spoil after all he’s done?
“…Yuuta.”
“O– oh!.. Yes? Is, is something wrong? Are you uncomfortable? Should I move over? Would you prefer otherwi–”
Click.
“You look cute when you’re worried… But you don’t have to worry so much.”
We can always try again.
... Yuuta is hot, like an oven, which contrasts with his usual cold skin — but for some reason you feel the heat not only from his body. This is supposed to be his first time, right?
When he timidly climbs on top of you, squeezing his hips to give you more pleasure, looking with big puppy eyes, looking for your approval and desire, for some reason you just want more — and the only thing he can do is give you even more.
ৎ୭ Yuuta can’t stop blushing and breathing every other time during the «first time», even if it’s already your twentieth «first time» — he still can’t stop timidly stroking your shoulders during kisses, and looking with huge puppy eyes, as if he’s about to cry from an overabundance of feelings, causing you want to hug him and comfort him; but when you stroke his hair while he takes your cock deep, stretching his hot throat until he buries nose in your pubic hair, looking at you with wet shiny eyes from the bottom up, faithfully waiting for your reaction — you can’t say that it’s not hot.
Yuuta has a weak gag reflex; you know that no matter how deep you force him to take, he will do it without difficulty or complaint, but the thought that he keeps going, even when it is difficult for him, blindly entrusting himself to the fanatical idea of pleasing you to the detriment of himself — when you fill his mouth, Yuuta almost he purrs, not taking his adoring eyes off you until his throat is empty, moving away only to show you that he swallowed everything. The subsequent licking is more of a reward for him than for you, in fact.
Because your reward is stored by the thousands in an album full of Yuuta taking you anywhere at the first request, kneeling down and nervously taking off the interfering clothes, or gently kissing the head before starting, or starting to take while you hold hand on his hair, encouraging him to continue — or encouraging him with «what a good pet he is» when Yuuta opens his mouth, full of cum, posing for the camera.
“If I need to relieve stress when you’re not around” — Yuuta doesn’t really need an explanation of your actions, but nods, letting you know that he understands everything and accepts everything, although the mention of a possible temporary separation unpleasantly cuts the heart. When you push your finger into his mouth, gently opening it, encouraging him to take into mouth, saying that before «separation» you take care of him and his cute mouth, so eager to be occupied and filled with you, if his oral fixation is so strong, Yuuta only sucks your finger, murmuring inarticulately satisfied in response, being too focused.
(And a clear approval when you ask him for a little show, even knowing that Yuuta can easily swallow everything you give him and prefer to take you inside. Cum play may not be something that fascinates him, but he can’t give up posing for you, no matter how — the role of the model turns him on quite a lot, especially when he thinks about how you will use these photos.)
ৎ୭ On the other hand, stretching him in an attempt to take your dick is much more difficult — even if Yuuta can easily make you fill his throat with almost one movement, enjoying your reaction without discomfort for himself, he is not a size king at all, and the first times you need a lot of effort to go further, making him almost suffocate when you pump him up. Not that he was ready even then to stop and give up, firmly clasping your hips with his legs and trying to relax, whining from need, kissing your face and neck to calm and cheer while you push deeper.
If you are not a big size, everything goes easier, — although his stomach still bulges every time he takes your cock, making him drool from stimulation and awareness of his position in front of you, almost cumming when you capture what is happening on camera, leaving evidence of how desperately lustful he can be, taking something so huge because of his sexual preoccupation, — since Yuuta is naturally much better at handling non-big ones and is better at training, over time not needing such a huge amount of lubrication and patience to get inside. And although the subsequent availability makes him much more eager to straddle you or be pressed down (or squeezed into a mating press), you are not so you can complain, knowing that it was you who made him so sexually addicted to it.
If you are more on the big side, then Yuuta needs time — a lot. It’s not surprising when you move on to CNC and when he doesn’t become even more masochistic than Yuuta already is, enjoying the painful sensations and playing that you force him accept you regardless of his desire, fucking him even when his body going crazy, too overexcited and overwhelmed to react; when his stomach stretches, safely adjusting to your dick, but his muscles squeeze tightly — only to become much more pliable when you dissatisfied spank him, just to understand that he is excited by this. By the time he can fully take your dick for the first time, you, to your disappointment or satisfaction, leave a lot of marks, bites and bruises on his body, making him tremble excitedly when you hover over him, casually preparing for new thrusts, forcing him to whine from the already familiar fullness — to realize with amazement that Yuuta is completely took you; squeezing tightly, begging you to be gentle with him and not harm him, he will do anything, — but stops when he understands what happened, feeling a hot pulsation inside and realizing that he is firmly pressed against you.
… Through, he looks cute when shows a peace sign while your dick makes a bulge in his stomach, — and delightfully squeezes when he hears a click, meaning that a new photo has been added to your album.
It would be such a shame if anyone found out that Yuuta Okkotsu loves when his partner fucks him into unconsciousness and gets a wave of orgasms from the fact that his stomach is filled with a huge amount of cum.
(Or when Yuuta has to hold it inside, feeling so full, so filthy, with his nose buried in the pillow, but can’t finish until you take a satisfactory number of photos of his condition and face, making him to spread hips a little wider to capture how much you filled him; or when he fucks himself with fingers, slightly stretching, allowing the seed to flow out over his fingers and thighs, so that you can take more piquant pictures of his condition, cooing about how good and diligent he is for you.)
ৎ୭ Yuuta starts with a low-moderate level of sex drive and ends up having daily sex anywhere every few hours, not wanting to be alone even at night — even when you are separated by kilometers — and also not allowing you to (although somewhat nervously possessive reacting to other people’s flirting with you, trying to gently keep them away from you, and becoming very adept at it by the second year). His attraction increases dramatically when you are around and also drops sharply when you are not around, although the desire itself does not disappear, which is why Yuuta can walk for weeks very tired and unhealthy due to the discrepancy between actions and needs, experiencing great difficulties with expressing sexual desires when you are not around.
Even if you send him your photos or exchange dirty messages during sexting, Yuuta can’t bring himself to masturbate, even realizing that for his body, accustomed to constant stimulation, it’s not very good — and sublimation doesn’t help much when he feels guilty, knowing that you, having found out about it, probably wouldn’t be satisfied. But Yuuta just can’t do it on his own — and looking at how you try to interact sexually with him from a distance, this guilt only becomes stronger.
(Although, when you find out about it or realize it, seeing his unhealthy state and putting the puzzle in his head, Yuuta ends up several times during the night, hearing your voice ordering him here and there.)
But when he is next to you again after a long sexual and touching hunger, you spend days hugging and breeding him, holding his hand and filling him until his cheeks become rosy again from warming up — and until Yuuta warms you in response, allowing you to stretch him, push inside and have fun with him even when he sleeps. Making him to cum during sleep, whispering how well he takes you and that he is the prettiest slut you could only dream of, you could fuck him to unconsciousness, knowing that he would only be glad of such treatment — and blush when he sees new photos of his ruddy face from overexcitation, sleeping peacefully even when you hold him tightly by his wet, precum-soaked thigh, preventing him from squeezing and forcing him to cum again in front of the camera.
This works both ways, however: when you wake up from an orgasm at night, feeling someone diligently licking you, you know for sure that this is not a «very realistic dream», but Yuuta, kissing your hips in love and purring that you look too good and delicious, tucking a strand of hair behind the ear before continuing to caress you, licking everything he can reach.
The subsequent straddling until your cock is deep inside, tightly squeezed by his too tense body, which is enough for him to cum again, not yet fully recovered from orgasm during throat fucking, you perceive as something natural — although after Yuuta became more skillful with cursed energy and physically trained, this is usually forced you have to give up sleep for a while and making out with him, squeezing his narrow hips while he rides you, until he is satisfied or loses consciousness from hyperstimulation and overwhelmed by sensations (which happened especially often at first), snuggling up to you.
It can sometimes be a little exhausting, especially when you’ve had a busy day and have to deal with his dissatisfaction as well, but the Yuuta always find the most comfortable way for you to solve all the problems — and you’d be lying if you said that Yuuta, riding your thigh with his tongue sticking out, doesn’t look amazingly photogenic.
ৎ୭ Yuuta can be a little, just a little, too obsessive when it comes to you — every part of you. Praise your body from the bottom up and from the top down, make sure you are always comfortable, watch your happy face, snuggle up to you while you rest, kiss until you get tired, no matter if you are in bed, in class behind friends or on a mission, finding a relatively secluded corner to take care of his need to snuggle to you and get his well-deserved kisses — Yuuta always strives to use his mouth, sensitive enough that even the usual sliding of his lips on your skin feels nice, feeling the rhythm of your heart.
Blowjob is not something energy-consuming for you — after all, Yuuta is happy to do anything for you, and if he wants to please you and is so needy for any stimulation of his mouth, you are always happy to encourage such behavior. He’s not very skilled at first, even if he doesn’t have any difficulties to take you — maybe sometimes he uses his teeth or doesn’t know how to touch you better, but he’s very diligent and hardworking, and it’s easy to work with him as long as you tell him exactly how you want to feel his mouth on your dick. It’s nice when his lips slide over the shaft, feeling the pulsation, knowing that it was he who made you feel like this — or when his hot mouth wraps around the head, gently stroking before pushing deeper.
... Yuuta becomes not that «obsessive» of your dick, but more… worshipful, being carried away by any opportunity to touch you, — even not sexually, — wanting to constantly feel your cock close to the skin and stimulate it, being fascinated by the reaction and the view, faintly realizing that at some point it becomes too obvious — until you directly confront him, rather teasingly ordering to worship your dick out loud if he wants to continue, and reacting almost without surprise when he actually kneels down to do it.
Not that you can deny that it’s your fault when Yuuta unequivocally shows interest even in a non-sexual setting, allowing you to grab his slutty thin waist to hold him closer, giving him a better feel for you, rubbing, making him blush and almost purr, feeling you so close to the body, but inaccessible, not enough, — almost dragging you along when it turns out to find some free time to leave a few kisses and warm you up.
Even if his body is rather cold, not very willing to heat up except in cases of illness, he is much hotter inside.
(When he shows you your photo taken while making love in one of the alleys after the mission, you call it «professional deformation» and «I’ll figure out what to do with your hands next time».)
CONTENT WARNINGS: unhealthy behaviour, size kink, penetration g., rough sex, cum play, oral sex g. & r.
I love Rika and feel a great connection with her, because I am also strangely possessive and obsessive over Yuuta. like? there's no reason for it, I just trusted your taste at first, — and now I'm here, with a lot of these short drafts and a strange fanatical love for my precious tiny bean.
He first thinks that you are mocking him, but quickly gives up this idea when he sees your face looking at him with admiration <3 he looks like a stunted flower — you'd be lying if you said that his tired, exhausted face is some kind of example of "universal attractiveness," especially looking at Toge, who really embodies a pretty quiet boy, or at Maki, who always looks like a gorgeous lady, even when she brings a weapon to strike. Yuuta is not like that, obviously not like that — to understand his attractiveness, it's not enough to even look at him for an hour (if you don't want to make him nervous).
But for some reason he catches your eye almost immediately — maybe it's his very lively face, or how easily his cheeks light up, or when he makes these movements to calm down, or when he shrinks like a chick thrown out of the nest. Toge is very beautiful thanks to this gentle coldness and the aura of a gloomy boy; Maki is beautiful when she straightens her back, trying to show that she will conquer this world and put it at her feet; Panda looks like a cute, innocent animal (which is definitely not the case).
Yuuta? Like a withered tree that was planted in a garden with flowers and animals in the hope that it would come to life.
And it came to life. Right on your photos.
Anxious, fearful, wary, expectant, cautious, calm, relaxed, interested, timidly smiling, gently looking, rosy, happy — Yuuta looks like a timid flower that has just started to put out leaves, not even accustomed to the rays of the moon, trying to straighten out and bloom to attract even more of your attention. When he metaphorically weaves around you, the thirst for even more intimacy, more affection, more warmth that spreads through his cold body when you touch him, warming him from permafrost like fire — his fingers are so cold when you first take his hands.
For the first time, he loses to you, yielding physically and not being skilled with the course energy.
(you can't forget his happy and self-confident smile when he defeats you for the first time in armwrestling, using the cursed energy.)
Surely Yuuta is abusing your hospitality a little, spending a lot of time in your room, feeling so connected to you, as if a natural part of your life is exactly the same as this bed or a lot of these photos, which are now mostly just him — "don't have enough time to get out into nature, so all new there is his face," and Yuuta can't help but blush, — not from shame or discontent, through </333
You are not surprised when Panda starts doing this and Toge joins him — they regularly do this, they are bored, and your closeness with Yuuta begins to raise some questions when he runs after you on his long slender legs as soon as he notices you, or talks about you for hours without a break, although both you and he claim that nothing is happening.
Panda likes to facilitate communication and just having fun, Toge likes to watch the chaos happening (and you have no doubt that this is his way of taking care), but when Maki joins them, not letting Yuuta sit down and saying that you will have to sit together, they did not bring another seat with them, you realize that you have lost, counting on her integrity and neutrality.
The three of them occupy the entire sofa, and although you are sure that something is wrong, — hey, haven't you managed to fit in there together with the four of you before? — you can't refuse Yuuta, seeing his confused look.
And although it feels almost like a betrayal, looking at their absolutely definitely not interested facial expressions when Yuuta hardly concentrates on the film, being unaccustomed to such a level of intimacy outside of training, you do nothing, — just stroking his hips a couple of times, making him squeak in response from surprise and shyness, warming up about his hot rosy cheeks.
(you switch places when you hear uncertain warnings after a couple of months that Yuuta is behaving a little excessively, and you should not be so indulgent — but just politely ignore them, almost viciously recalling these attempts to lock you and Yuuta "in the same box" so that you cannot escape.)
(gojo almost becomes interested too, but you don't even try to hide that you can't be responsible for yourself if they try to wedge themselves between your and yuuta's dualization.)
Yuuta is so tight; you try to make him take you well and deeply, stretching to the point that his legs tremble with impatience and fullness, but he is so unyielding, reluctant, his body is so capricious when you try to drive in completely, feeling his fingers grab you — and when you try to gently push back while his body is tightly squeezing you, hot and wet, feeling you too well to let go without resistance. Hearing whining and pitiful moans while you leave him, knowing that now you will drive inside him again, feeling his resistance less and less with each push.
When you squeeze his throat with your hand, fucking him to such an extent that he can't even think clearly, only vaguely begging you for more, deeper, stronger, even when his body is decorated with your bites, bruises and slaps, like a delightful picture, while his body shudders again in orgasm through your thrusts, scratching and biting you, being too sensitive, — but not saying a safe word even when he feels that he is too close, accepting everything that you give him.
Yuuta would be so thrilled,,,,, the feeling of your mouth on him while he continues to caress you, putting as much effort as possible, making a pleasant buzz when you touch him, not letting him forget about your lips on his cock or pussy </3 when he is close to orgasm and you feel the movement of his hands, wanting to make you cum, but cumming himself, with a trembling movement trying to lick you, but instead biting his hand so as not to be too loud </33
Yuuta returns the favor, though — even if his movements may be awkward or too cautious at first, he quickly gets used to your favorite pace and method, helping you cum several times from his more than skillful mouth and getting even more excited from it, hearing your moans or even praise; maybe he comes a couple of times at the same time as you, too sensitive and absorbed in the sensation of your warmth and taste to pay attention to it before he realizes that can't go any further even when you continue to bring him.
He does not always clearly realize that you have finished because he is too passionate about you and your reaction? It's more likely than you think </333
yuuta cums in your mouth for the first time and feels so happy– only to then feel embarrassed and full of guilt, nervous that you will get angry or offended, — but you only help him swallow part with a kiss, pushing it with your tongue into his mouth <333 It wasn't that he was unhappy — more of a mutual victory situation <33333
hypersexuality, heavy petting (dry humping), somnophilia (penetration, oral), unprotected sex / breeding, deep penetration + belly bulge, cum inflation, size difference / size kink, mild consensual noncon (CNC), mild sadism/masochism, mention of mind break, fingering (yuuta), hyperstimulation (g.), degrading praise (g.), praise (g.), oral sex (r.) + throat fucking, body worship (r., dick)
WRITING STYLE: low-key headcanons, 5000 words (2500 sfw + 2500 nsfw); referencing reader's genitals as 'cock' / 'dick'
DARLINGS: yuuta okkotsu x reader; top!reader, dom!reader, male!reader, special grade!reader implied, first-year!yuuta okkotsu -> second-year!yuuta okkotsu
NOTE: crosspost on ao3
Maybe call him «handsome» was not completely correct, beauty is too relative a concept, but it was worth making Yuut at least a little more well-groomed, and he became much more attractive — many times more attractive than he usually is, smiling shyly, clinging to your sleeve when can’t stop feeling overwhelmed with anxiety, blindly looking for comfort in you. Although it wasn’t quite right to deny his likability — no matter how many times you rummaged in the nooks and crannies of memory, you couldn’t remember when Yuuta wasn’t at least cute. He was the type who would attract attention even if they got up after a long exhausting night, with tangled hair and bags under his eyes, in rumpled clothes and a semi-lethargic state.
(maybe you were a little subjective — after all, he was your beloved.)
Yuuta just managed to be alluring, no matter what he did, making you to revise your beauty standards so that he could absolutely meet them — as if he was an obsession, wanting to capture your entire focus of attention on his figure; to make sure that he would be the only one you would look at, no matter who exactly wanted to compete with him for your rating on the attractiveness scale, where «Yuuta» was burning at the top.
Maybe it was something unhealthy. Maybe you just adored him. But there are definitely too many photos of him in your camera, no matter how you preferred to identify your attitude.
(as if it was your fault that Yuuta looked so good, forcing you to reach for the camera every time to capture his cute face or cute expression.)
Not that your love was against it — even when you cooed with delight, asking him to lie down nicely and be a good boy until you finish, making him tremble with impatience, but meekly obey you.
Yuuta was actually such a good boy to you, even when your hand were firmly gripping his wrist, preventing him from squirming because of the feeling of amazing fullness, capturing every moment of his desperately needy expression.
The best boy for you.
ৎ୭ Yuuta blushes delightfully when you first ask permission to capture him on camera, looking at his charmingly happy face, — and lets you, saying that you can do anything that will make you feel good. The photo of a shyly smiling, nervously excited Yuuta looking straight into the lens becomes the first in your album — when he was wearing a white jacket, Rika was a cursed spirit, not his ability, and he timidly stretched out his fingers to yours when you were sitting next to him, wanting to touch you as he likes to do. His hands were always reaching out to you — to grab the edge of your clothes, try to entwine your elbow, to press against your side when you let him, to be as close as possible when you won by knocking him to the ground.
The next photo, where Yuuta, breathing heavily, allows you to press on his stomach with your knee, obediently spreading his hips in a more than intimate pose for your convenience, seems a little hasty, given your purely friendly relations, but when Yuuta whines, blushing even more, you only tease that this will be an incentive for him even more train harder.
(maybe knowing how many times he came, just remembering this loss and the photo, you would think about whether you want to take this photo — or that you want to make shooting a tradition.)
The third — and final — photo you take when he falls asleep on you, finding a comfortable place on your lap. A movie night in which there is no place for him except your hips — “there’s nothing special about sitting on a friend’s lap,” and Yuuta, being quite socially awkward, touch starved and comfortable with your presence, allows you to pull him by the small waist. And although you would not be able to call yourself very soft and pleasant to sleep on, his measured breathing begins to tickle your neck much earlier than you could expect; lulled by your heartbeat and noise from the screen, Yuuta falls asleep before everyone else, blissfully snuggling up to you in search of warmth — and being absolutely not against you doing a couple of photos of his peaceful face.
His eyelashes flutter sweetly in his sleep when he presses whole body against you, although for some reason you do not doubt that it is useless to try to get out.
… He looks pretty good himself, though...
ৎ୭ ... Maybe he looks too good for his own good.
Yuuta is not the kind of guy who likes to undress or show himself, but when he lets you see more skin, metaphorically exposing his ankle in a bashful blush just for your look, wanting to attract your attention — you don’t need others to point out that his platonic friendliness becomes a puppy in love. Even when the Panda teases that the newbie does not stop talking about you and does not take longing looks from you (which, as Yuuta believes, no one notices), you brush it off. It’s not that you don’t appreciate advice or comments, — even Toge can’t remain indifferent, bringing to you quite certain thoughts that you definitely aren’t going to discuss out loud, in response only hearing his mischievous giggle, — you just… you’re not sure. You are not sure to the last.
(when Maki clicks his tongue disapprovingly, you skillfully find an excuse to increase the distance, knowing the tactics of “I don’t care about what happens between you and how you treat him but…”)
Even when it becomes obvious that the tension becomes indecently strong and unexpressed and begins to affect not only the two of you, but also the whole team, forcing them to observe your mutual masochistic attempts to practice «take care of me» and «catch me», where Yuuta plays the role of a naive desperate puppy poking into your palm and almost whining from the desire to get more attention, and you pretend as if nothing is happening, even when he grows to your hip, from a pet always following you around, becoming your tail. You’re not sure, you’re not sure about so many things, that when you have to watch him, desperately trying to convince you to stay a little longer, you don’t see any reason to refuse — and it’s an unhealthy practice, but if you were 'healthy’, it wouldn’t even begin. Your camera is gathering dust, although the album is getting bigger — Yuuta likes to stuff his cheeks like a hamster, prefers to rest on your lap and hands and lets you use him as you want for your collection, allowing you to bare him more than usual to capture this look or just to touch him. But no matter what you do, it seems wrong, and all these photos are not something you should be proud of, as if you should not be doing this right now, but finish things, sort things out, solve all things — and come to the most correct decision.
And you do.
… Panda reassuringly pats you on the shoulder, saying that this is not the last chance in your life, some things just don’t add up, it’s even right that you didn’t make what is happening even more serious — “the main thing is that you remained friends,” and you undoubtedly are. You won’t be able to be 'lovers’.
To satisfy this thirst, you need something deeper.
ৎ୭ Yuuta blushes when you kiss his fingers, — one by one, pressing lips firmly to each, — and does not even flinch when hears the click, closing his eyes from the pleasure of touching. His bags under eyes don’t look as bad as you thought the first time — and when you reach for another kiss, Yuuta gently wraps his arm around your body to immediately squeeze tightly. He tastes a lot better than you expected, too. And his leg, thrown over your hip in a protective gesture, feels nice, even when he tries to turn you over on back to lie on top.
You are not quite sure what you should do, knowing that he expects nothing from you, being more than satisfied with this closeness and cursory touches to his skin, but you try anyway.
“I'm… I’m quite… possessive… but I’ll be working on it! Every day I try to be better than I already am, and I will work to ensure that you always feel comfortable and cozy next to me– I will be the best version of myself next to you! Just… just promise me you won’t leave me, okay?”
“I don’t want to not be with you– I don’t want to be without you.”
When Yuuta grabs you, snuggling even closer, trying to wrap himself around you as tightly as possible, as if in fear that you will get up and leave, you just stroke his head like your pet — and this makes him quiet for a while, enjoying your touch, restoring his lost breath.
His heart is beating so hard that you’re not sure how normal it is.
“I think– I think I love you.”
Yuuta’s long fingers squeeze so tightly when he looks at you with big doe eyes, as if waiting for a verdict on his life and death, and you want to say something, but you don’t know what, being not even sure how he got into your room at such a late hour — but this is the last, what should you care about, — and not understanding what you could say at all in this situation. Did you want to be with him forever? Did you love him? Do you think of him as a friend? Is he nothing more than a disciple to you?
Would you rather never even get to know him?
Maybe if you had never even seen him, never taken responsibility for him, grade promised to make a real special class out of him, you would never have experienced this. Maybe if you, instead of forcing him to talk «about us», would have let everything go its course, this conversation would not have happened. Maybe. These thoughts don’t make sense right now.
“… Will you pose for me? On such moonless nights, beautiful photos are obtained.”
“Of course!”
ৎ୭ Yuuta is like a cute puppy who loves to spin around at your feet to attract attention and lie on your bed, because it’s hard for him to fall asleep and because he’s very bored alone.
When Maki says that Yuuta is trying too hard to pull you away from strangers, you assure that he is just very protective — doesn’t he do the same with her during dangers?
(you ignore the words that he always does this to you.)
He’s just restless and nervous, preferring to stand behind your back and seek protection from you — it’s cute. Maybe sometimes it’s unnecessary, but it’s not something they should worry about (even when the usually calm Toge nervously tries to convey something to you, and you are sure that this is not another prank) — Yuuta has nothing bad on his mind, he tries to be helpful and nice, he’s just afraid, it’s hard for him to express himself correctly…
… and you don’t know how you manage to convince others of this.
The number of photos has long passed over a thousand, starting from his sparkling eyes when looking at snowflakes, his contented smile from eating a warm bun, his rosy cheeks from a long workout, his thoughtful gaze out the window, his searching for figures from clouds in the sky, his nervous grip of a katana in hand, his cute face while sleeping in the your bed — and ending with his tight hugging to your chest, dozing on your lap, wrapping around your blanket, loving glances at you when you «don’t notice» it, gently stroking the keyring during moments of thoughtfulness (the second part of which is stored with you) and a frightened look when he loses sight of you in the crowd.
It would take you more than a few hours to review each of them.
(Maybe you couldn’t share all of his traits, but you definitely understood some of them.)
ৎ୭ Yuuta does not get easier with time; rather, he refuses to try to be hiding and quiet, ceasing to hide his sides and thoughts, like straightforward words that he is ready to stab anyone who will look at you, no longer trying to be «empathic and more reasonable» when it comes to you in large part because of your apparent indulgence in expressing his desires and feelings — being a little more selfish and attention-hungry was becoming to him. Not expecting anything good from the world does not make the situation safer (as well as him) — but you do not push him away when he presses against you again, sticking to your hip, taking your hand with his trembling, restoring energy after the mission and scaring away all unwanted persons from you. Even if Yuuta has become taller and bigger, he still fits perfectly on your lap, like a little pet puppy wrapping his arms around your neck in a blind desire for intimacy and protection, although now he can protect himself from anyone.
Some habits never disappear.
However, now Yuuta asks you to capture him on camera or asks if you want to take a picture, and if he is away from you, then you know that you can count on a large number of his photos, because you are the only incentive for him to take pictures of himself. Daily video communication and photo sharing becomes part of the routine if you can’t spend time with each other physically, although Yuuta is clearly much more dependent on these rituals of keeping in touch, looking forward to the set time to spend some time with you, and constantly checking the phone waiting for your answer.
… So there is nothing surprising when he does not come out for a week, locked up with you in a common little world. Just a little space alone, without others, only he and you — sorcerers are paid enough so that you can afford such moments whenever you reconnect after (any) separation. In the end, even if he became the 'second anomaly of modernity’ and acquired this dead-fish look, he remained the same moé — nervous, sweet-hearted and loving to sit on your lap, allowing you to take more and more pictures of his charming face.
Yuuta’s hands tremble when he undresses you, touching bare, warm skin with sweaty palms, licking lips whenever he feels the movement of your chest under his hand, fidgeting uncertainly on your hips to arouse, but rather — feeling very stupid and pathetic and completely unsexy. You probably felt the same way, — Yuuta doesn’t have the courage to look at your definitely disappointed face, — but even when he tries to move more actively, caressing you, it feels unsatisfactory. You breathe softly, as if afraid to scare him off; Yuuta tries to convince himself that you are thinking about him, and have not closed your eyes at all and hope to endure these awkward foreplay and probably not-so-pleasant friction, — but such thoughts do not stay in his head so willingly, giving way to uncertainty and anxiety, even when your hands soothingly stroke his thighs.
Does he, does he even look sexually arousing? Do you like the pose? Or would you rather undress him while he’s lying quietly? He didn’t want to look indifferent, but what if that’s what you prefer? Shouldn’t he have clarified that earlier? Are you at all comfortable being undressed, or do you prefer to be dressed? Is everything going well? Should he stop and ask all this, or will it spoil the mood?
Or is there nothing left to spoil after all he’s done?
“…Yuuta.”
“O– oh!.. Yes? Is, is something wrong? Are you uncomfortable? Should I move over? Would you prefer otherwi–”
Click.
“You look cute when you’re worried… But you don’t have to worry so much.”
We can always try again.
... Yuuta is hot, like an oven, which contrasts with his usual cold skin — but for some reason you feel the heat not only from his body. This is supposed to be his first time, right?
When he timidly climbs on top of you, squeezing his hips to give you more pleasure, looking with big puppy eyes, looking for your approval and desire, for some reason you just want more — and the only thing he can do is give you even more.
ৎ୭ Yuuta can’t stop blushing and breathing every other time during the «first time», even if it’s already your twentieth «first time» — he still can’t stop timidly stroking your shoulders during kisses, and looking with huge puppy eyes, as if he’s about to cry from an overabundance of feelings, causing you want to hug him and comfort him; but when you stroke his hair while he takes your cock deep, stretching his hot throat until he buries nose in your pubic hair, looking at you with wet shiny eyes from the bottom up, faithfully waiting for your reaction — you can’t say that it’s not hot.
Yuuta has a weak gag reflex; you know that no matter how deep you force him to take, he will do it without difficulty or complaint, but the thought that he keeps going, even when it is difficult for him, blindly entrusting himself to the fanatical idea of pleasing you to the detriment of himself — when you fill his mouth, Yuuta almost he purrs, not taking his adoring eyes off you until his throat is empty, moving away only to show you that he swallowed everything. The subsequent licking is more of a reward for him than for you, in fact.
Because your reward is stored by the thousands in an album full of Yuuta taking you anywhere at the first request, kneeling down and nervously taking off the interfering clothes, or gently kissing the head before starting, or starting to take while you hold hand on his hair, encouraging him to continue — or encouraging him with «what a good pet he is» when Yuuta opens his mouth, full of cum, posing for the camera.
“If I need to relieve stress when you’re not around” — Yuuta doesn’t really need an explanation of your actions, but nods, letting you know that he understands everything and accepts everything, although the mention of a possible temporary separation unpleasantly cuts the heart. When you push your finger into his mouth, gently opening it, encouraging him to take into mouth, saying that before «separation» you take care of him and his cute mouth, so eager to be occupied and filled with you, if his oral fixation is so strong, Yuuta only sucks your finger, murmuring inarticulately satisfied in response, being too focused.
(And a clear approval when you ask him for a little show, even knowing that Yuuta can easily swallow everything you give him and prefer to take you inside. Cum play may not be something that fascinates him, but he can’t give up posing for you, no matter how — the role of the model turns him on quite a lot, especially when he thinks about how you will use these photos.)
ৎ୭ On the other hand, stretching him in an attempt to take your dick is much more difficult — even if Yuuta can easily make you fill his throat with almost one movement, enjoying your reaction without discomfort for himself, he is not a size king at all, and the first times you need a lot of effort to go further, making him almost suffocate when you pump him up. Not that he was ready even then to stop and give up, firmly clasping your hips with his legs and trying to relax, whining from need, kissing your face and neck to calm and cheer while you push deeper.
If you are not a big size, everything goes easier, — although his stomach still bulges every time he takes your cock, making him drool from stimulation and awareness of his position in front of you, almost cumming when you capture what is happening on camera, leaving evidence of how desperately lustful he can be, taking something so huge because of his sexual preoccupation, — since Yuuta is naturally much better at handling non-big ones and is better at training, over time not needing such a huge amount of lubrication and patience to get inside. And although the subsequent availability makes him much more eager to straddle you or be pressed down (or squeezed into a mating press), you are not so you can complain, knowing that it was you who made him so sexually addicted to it.
If you are more on the big side, then Yuuta needs time — a lot. It’s not surprising when you move on to CNC and when he doesn’t become even more masochistic than Yuuta already is, enjoying the painful sensations and playing that you force him accept you regardless of his desire, fucking him even when his body going crazy, too overexcited and overwhelmed to react; when his stomach stretches, safely adjusting to your dick, but his muscles squeeze tightly — only to become much more pliable when you dissatisfied spank him, just to understand that he is excited by this. By the time he can fully take your dick for the first time, you, to your disappointment or satisfaction, leave a lot of marks, bites and bruises on his body, making him tremble excitedly when you hover over him, casually preparing for new thrusts, forcing him to whine from the already familiar fullness — to realize with amazement that Yuuta is completely took you; squeezing tightly, begging you to be gentle with him and not harm him, he will do anything, — but stops when he understands what happened, feeling a hot pulsation inside and realizing that he is firmly pressed against you.
… Through, he looks cute when shows a peace sign while your dick makes a bulge in his stomach, — and delightfully squeezes when he hears a click, meaning that a new photo has been added to your album.
It would be such a shame if anyone found out that Yuuta Okkotsu loves when his partner fucks him into unconsciousness and gets a wave of orgasms from the fact that his stomach is filled with a huge amount of cum.
(Or when Yuuta has to hold it inside, feeling so full, so filthy, with his nose buried in the pillow, but can’t finish until you take a satisfactory number of photos of his condition and face, making him to spread hips a little wider to capture how much you filled him; or when he fucks himself with fingers, slightly stretching, allowing the seed to flow out over his fingers and thighs, so that you can take more piquant pictures of his condition, cooing about how good and diligent he is for you.)
ৎ୭ Yuuta starts with a low-moderate level of sex drive and ends up having daily sex anywhere every few hours, not wanting to be alone even at night — even when you are separated by kilometers — and also not allowing you to (although somewhat nervously possessive reacting to other people’s flirting with you, trying to gently keep them away from you, and becoming very adept at it by the second year). His attraction increases dramatically when you are around and also drops sharply when you are not around, although the desire itself does not disappear, which is why Yuuta can walk for weeks very tired and unhealthy due to the discrepancy between actions and needs, experiencing great difficulties with expressing sexual desires when you are not around.
Even if you send him your photos or exchange dirty messages during sexting, Yuuta can’t bring himself to masturbate, even realizing that for his body, accustomed to constant stimulation, it’s not very good — and sublimation doesn’t help much when he feels guilty, knowing that you, having found out about it, probably wouldn’t be satisfied. But Yuuta just can’t do it on his own — and looking at how you try to interact sexually with him from a distance, this guilt only becomes stronger.
(Although, when you find out about it or realize it, seeing his unhealthy state and putting the puzzle in his head, Yuuta ends up several times during the night, hearing your voice ordering him here and there.)
But when he is next to you again after a long sexual and touching hunger, you spend days hugging and breeding him, holding his hand and filling him until his cheeks become rosy again from warming up — and until Yuuta warms you in response, allowing you to stretch him, push inside and have fun with him even when he sleeps. Making him to cum during sleep, whispering how well he takes you and that he is the prettiest slut you could only dream of, you could fuck him to unconsciousness, knowing that he would only be glad of such treatment — and blush when he sees new photos of his ruddy face from overexcitation, sleeping peacefully even when you hold him tightly by his wet, precum-soaked thigh, preventing him from squeezing and forcing him to cum again in front of the camera.
This works both ways, however: when you wake up from an orgasm at night, feeling someone diligently licking you, you know for sure that this is not a «very realistic dream», but Yuuta, kissing your hips in love and purring that you look too good and delicious, tucking a strand of hair behind the ear before continuing to caress you, licking everything he can reach.
The subsequent straddling until your cock is deep inside, tightly squeezed by his too tense body, which is enough for him to cum again, not yet fully recovered from orgasm during throat fucking, you perceive as something natural — although after Yuuta became more skillful with cursed energy and physically trained, this is usually forced you have to give up sleep for a while and making out with him, squeezing his narrow hips while he rides you, until he is satisfied or loses consciousness from hyperstimulation and overwhelmed by sensations (which happened especially often at first), snuggling up to you.
It can sometimes be a little exhausting, especially when you’ve had a busy day and have to deal with his dissatisfaction as well, but the Yuuta always find the most comfortable way for you to solve all the problems — and you’d be lying if you said that Yuuta, riding your thigh with his tongue sticking out, doesn’t look amazingly photogenic.
ৎ୭ Yuuta can be a little, just a little, too obsessive when it comes to you — every part of you. Praise your body from the bottom up and from the top down, make sure you are always comfortable, watch your happy face, snuggle up to you while you rest, kiss until you get tired, no matter if you are in bed, in class behind friends or on a mission, finding a relatively secluded corner to take care of his need to snuggle to you and get his well-deserved kisses — Yuuta always strives to use his mouth, sensitive enough that even the usual sliding of his lips on your skin feels nice, feeling the rhythm of your heart.
Blowjob is not something energy-consuming for you — after all, Yuuta is happy to do anything for you, and if he wants to please you and is so needy for any stimulation of his mouth, you are always happy to encourage such behavior. He’s not very skilled at first, even if he doesn’t have any difficulties to take you — maybe sometimes he uses his teeth or doesn’t know how to touch you better, but he’s very diligent and hardworking, and it’s easy to work with him as long as you tell him exactly how you want to feel his mouth on your dick. It’s nice when his lips slide over the shaft, feeling the pulsation, knowing that it was he who made you feel like this — or when his hot mouth wraps around the head, gently stroking before pushing deeper.
... Yuuta becomes not that «obsessive» of your dick, but more… worshipful, being carried away by any opportunity to touch you, — even not sexually, — wanting to constantly feel your cock close to the skin and stimulate it, being fascinated by the reaction and the view, faintly realizing that at some point it becomes too obvious — until you directly confront him, rather teasingly ordering to worship your dick out loud if he wants to continue, and reacting almost without surprise when he actually kneels down to do it.
Not that you can deny that it’s your fault when Yuuta unequivocally shows interest even in a non-sexual setting, allowing you to grab his slutty thin waist to hold him closer, giving him a better feel for you, rubbing, making him blush and almost purr, feeling you so close to the body, but inaccessible, not enough, — almost dragging you along when it turns out to find some free time to leave a few kisses and warm you up.
Even if his body is rather cold, not very willing to heat up except in cases of illness, he is much hotter inside.
(When he shows you your photo taken while making love in one of the alleys after the mission, you call it «professional deformation» and «I’ll figure out what to do with your hands next time».)
cw dubious consent, hyperstimulation, teratophilia / xenophilia, sex with a stranger, mild light bondage, mild somnophilia (?)
witch!yuuta with slime-monster!reader,,,,,
the cute witch is not quite sure how faithful summoning was, nor who exactly he called, and first tries to get you to detach from his leg, squeaking that you can't get under his top, you have to obey him, you are now his familiar, Gojo didn't warn him about it! — but quickly relaxes and allows you to get under his top, and into his knee socks, and under the skirt of his dress, spreading his legs and lifting them higher, taking the hat off his head and entwining around his wrists, knowing that he likes it.
the cute witch that you see for the first time in your life, but he looks good and tastes the same, and you're not the most picky creature — if he's not trying to push you away or conjure something, then he doesn't mind, right? you will take good care of him; in any case, you also need to eat something, and if he is ready to provide it to you, then you will be anything for him.
the cute witch who is trying to explain something to you, even though he hasn't even caught breath yet — and is so deliciously soft and wet that you gently weave around his body, looking for even more food, even if his body is shaking from too much stimulation and he can't speak clearly. when he begins to move less, you sluggishly realize that he has lost consciousness, and reluctantly moves away, allowing his trembling sensitive body to recover, wrapping around him only to keep warm — and perhaps continue a little, but without movement!
... however, you are waiting for the awakening of the cute, but strange witch, although you could have already crawled away — and he probably expected you to crawl away, judging by his surprised expression when he sees you lying (if that can be said about you) next to him. but you are a decent being — if you were asked to listen, then you will listen, and if a favor was done to you, then you will return it, won't you? you may not be a member of society, but you are not a savage who does not know good manners.
although you don't understand much of his speech (either he's like that by himself, or your weak poison hasn't stopped working yet), you still agree, just in case, when he asks you for something. after all, you don't usually act so wild, it's just that this time he, well, he also behaved incorrectly, calling you without consent, okay? it was time for a meal — it's not entirely your fault.
... when he introduces himself as "Yuuta" and shows you to someone else, you wonder if it was right that you agreed out of pity to the offer of the wet, pathetic witch, right...
cw bodywriting, recording, orgasm denial (g.), mention of breeding, mention of praise (g.), mention of hypersexuality
rosy blissful yuuta who makes a peace sign while you take pictures of him after making a mess with his body,,,
and he would definitely let you write various derogatory words on his body and capture it on camera. in the end, it looks so cute: photos where he looks out the window, a photo where he eats something happily, a photo where he shows you something in the night starry sky, and then a photo where on his cheek or chest it says "good only for breeding" / "use me" / "handsome" <3
a shot of him bending slightly towards you, saying something, and his shirt gives you a view of a fragment of the phrase " <...>'s monopoly" <33
or yuuta, who keeps his legs spread apart, biting the edge of his jacket, and in his wetly shining eyes you are displayed photographing his overexcited body. the next picture, where he touches himself, looking directly into the lens, turns out even better than the previous one. so photogenic — especially when you make him stop during lovemaking just because you like the angle, and he whimpers, sobbing, quietly whining with impatience and sexual frustration, but does not move, knowing that you will definitely be very grateful when you finish <333
I tried to write more coherently, but it turned out to be useless, so I'll tell you in the usual way, pie.
Content Warnings: very unhealthy behaviour (obsessiveness, clinginess, possessiveness, jealous, mention of the use of violence), unconsensual struggling (r., in a state of passion)
dub-con, cnc [consensual noncon], rough treatment, mention of somnophilia (?), mention of choking (g.)
Yuuta would definitely be thrilled with the idea of cnc. Submission through compulsion — submission through the inability to fight back, because you are too strong and want to use his body for your pleasure too much to care about his consent.
Squeeze his shoulders until they bruise. Tie his hands tightly. Make sure that any of his attempts to escape are useless. Squeeze his hands with your palm — it's not that he even planned to break out too much, but when you tease him, proving your superiority in such a small thing, forcing him to admit the impossibility of resisting you even in the most insignificant things. Your desire to possess him is stronger than his desire to escape. It doesn't matter if he wants to or not, you will see that in the end the only thing he can do is ask you for more when his body can't even exist without you.
You're only doing this to show how much you adore him.
And call him by someone else's name.
... After all, Yuuta was raised by Rika and her possessive instincts, which prevented him from communicating even with his family, and whether he realized it or not, it poisoned him, slowly saturating him with the realization that the only form of love is devotion even after death and blind adoration; he simply does not know how to do otherwise — does not know how, does not understand why.
It is very innocent if his sanity is at a decent level — it was funny and a little strange, but everyone makes mistakes from time to time, and although he's not exactly happy that you think about someone else, it's okay; you think too much about others and other things, and he's ready to help you so that this does not happen anymore.
But if he is already unstable? If his sanity is no longer at a normal level? If he already suspects that someone else is in your heart?
Yuuta is not the kind of guy who talks about his feelings openly, allowing them to rot from the inside — not a very pleasant thing, especially when his tenderness and attentiveness becomes painfully bloody tenacity and suspicion, with a quiet growl whenever someone approaches. You promised. You promised that you would love him. You promised that you would tell if something was wrong, and you would not have any secrets concerning this relationship.
When you are next to him and share this sensual moment with him, why is there someone else in your head? Why can't you focus on him alone? Why can't you just put up with him and stop thinking that way about others?
It gets even worse if it repeats itself — if you say someone's name again, if you talk too much about others, if you are emotionally impatient for someone, if you start to move away, pushing him back and ignoring how he reacts. If you react poorly to his suspicious taciturnity. If you don't point out that his behavior has changed, that his tone has changed, that his movements have changed, becoming more and more strange, very strange, given his former puppyishness.
There is nothing strange when, during one of your intimate moments — simple cuddling, gentle whispering, nothing superfluous — his mouth reaches out to your neck to gently press, catching your pulse under his lips, like a mute lullaby, from which he almost falls asleep in your arms. There is nothing strange when his hand reaches out to your neck, gently grasping the skin under fingers — too tenacious fingers you realize too late, catching the air, but with difficulty keeping his hand from blocking access to the air completely.
Yuuta is affectionate and gentle — in fact, he is most unlikely in the image of someone who applies pain to loved ones, he is not like that, he is not like that at all, he does not even see the point in violence, but is so sensitive and painfully responsive to any manifestation of the absence of the same feelings as before. And even this is not a problem — rather, the moment when his "notice me, look at me, touch me" turns out to be "I will make you, even if none of us like it."
After all, when you are afraid of him, you look only at him and think only about him, unlike other moments — and it is even satisfying to know that at least so your head is filled only with him. There is no one and nothing superfluous, except fear and misunderstanding, when his thin fingers squeeze your neck, feeling the pulse under the skin, making him tremble.
He is yours and yours alone, and it also works the other way around, doesn't it?
[You don't want to say no — not just because of him]
Yuuta is soft and affectionate, compliant, trustingly poking his nose into your palm and almost licking in search of affection.
Yuuta loves it when your hand squeezes his neck, this time leaving bruises not only on his shoulders — but you don't say anything, biting him and making him shrink almost shamefacedly, but continuing to ignore even when he whimpers, knowing that his whimpering will soon be replaced by other sounds.
Yuuta doesn't like to hurt, doesn't like to fight, doesn't like to inflict violence — but when your nails are imprinted into his skin, leaving bloody bruises that will definitely hurt and that you definitely won't let him heal, it feels delicious, as if he is about to lose consciousness.
It won't stop you though.
Not that you're even interested in his vocal agreement after his palm wrapped around your neck. Yuuta had his own way of flirting when his sanity was dangerously low — but you didn't mind it at all. It was even charming.
Yuuta was delighted with the idea of cnc. There was nothing wrong with enjoying submission to you, even if you confirmed his submission with marks on his neck and shoulders. Nothing wrong.
❀ Yuuta sleeps soundlessly and moves little, at first preferring to huddle in the corner of the bed (if possible) and curl up or lie on his side to take up as little space as possible, which makes almost the entire bed begin to belong to you — but, contrary to his unfair distribution of territory for the sake of "personal space", Yuuta is happy if he is allowed snuggle up to you or wrap legs and arms around your body, looking for a warm place to warm up. In the end, Yuuta freezes easily, — his fingers are constantly cold and cool down very quickly even if he just took them out of a warm place, — and even in the sultry scorching summer there is a blanket in the bed that he uses to cover legs, and because of the absence of which he can easily wake up just to pick up or go down to you if you have slipped along with it and refuse to give back.
Probably, if you have a habit of sleeping on the floor and taking everything you want, Yuuta quickly becomes your companion simply because he instinctively searches for your presence and his things, wakes up only to follow instincts without even the slightest hint of consciousness — he is a simple guy, in fact.
Everything becomes more affectionate only when Yuuta begins to get used not only to you, who make up his sleepy company, but also to your search for his shy-hidden body to hug or cuddle, sometimes unintentionally blocking his path if he suddenly wakes up before you and realizes that has nowhere to run from your grasp if he does not want to wake you up. This makes him look for you on his own to choose a more comfortable position initially, which is why he gets more used to initiating physical contact and touching you, although at first it's awkward, especially when icy fingers slide over and make you involuntarily shudder even despite the fabric — not something you can get used to, but wrapping him in a blanket to keep him warm is a little more fun than you think.
In the end, you both find that cuddling with each other is a more comfortable way to sleep than trying to divide the territory, and Yuuta very quickly begins to adore this way of falling asleep, almost instantly wrapping around you as soon as you find yourself on the bed, and grumbling with displeasure if you refuse to take a more comfortable position and are busy with something when it's "bedtime", attracting your attention with inarticulate babbling and constant touching until you stop ignoring him — and look into those puppy eyes, full of plaintive meek discontent, silently reproaching you for not paying attention and not caring about what is happening. Of course, if it's something important, he usually falls asleep just by snuggling up to your leg, but if it's non-compliance with the sleep pattern? He is on his way to make your heart thaw and shame without saying a word — and although at first it happens by accident, you quickly understand the pattern.
(but do you really want to break his heart? really? you really want to see even more pitying eyes? yes, this is a winless game, but you can lose with dignity.)
But you still let him kiss your face before going to bed and kisses him back, snuggling for a couple of seconds, from which he holds breath, clutching the sheet. His pulse is going crazy under your fingers, but that's okay.
This is your Yuuta, after all.
❀ At first, he wakes up even from the creaking of the bed when you move away, being constantly on the alert to wake up at the same time with you, which is why, along with episodes of insomnia, he often did not get enough sleep; but sleeping with you was much better than alone, especially when it was restless outside or when a feeling of loneliness and abandonment pricked him. Yuuta is not used to the fact that someone is sleeping next to him, — someone who is able to breathe and dream just like him, someone who is not dissolving in the haze of the morning sun, — what might make him look a little more 'creepy" in your eyes because of his actions such as pressing his ear to your chest, your heartbeat relaxed him, or looking at your face for a long time, as if Yuuta wanted to perpetuate your features with his eyes, but imperceptibly, even for himself, fell asleep, glancing at you.
In comparison, having a few small plush toys is not so attention-grabbing, — it's anti-stress toys, okay, — but if you gave him some kind of toy? Yuuta now always carries them with him, especially if this toy is somewhat similar to you. Now there are three... 'persons' in this bed, and any attempt to remove this toy will cause him to instantly interrupt sleep and search for his lost favorite thing if you are not ready to replace them.
This is his favorite plush, do you really not like them that much? Maybe they're not the cutest, and he may be a little too old to be so attached to them, but he loves them — they remind him of you, especially when you're not around, so is it his fault that they're always around?
They are just so soft and cute; he wants to keep them in his hands and in his pocket all the time... maybe behind the collar if he doesn't need to put too much effort into his 'business'... he even eats next to them when he's away from you, so...
❀ When Yuuta first appears on your lap, you cannot help but be the object of a slight tease; implicit, but you see this expression and shine with hints of something more, which, though, quickly disappear — although Yuuta does not get up until the very end, clinging to your clothes and blushing, but ignoring. After all, if not on your lap, then he will be sitting on the floor, or you will have to sit on the floor — and neither is something suitable, so being on you is something more pleasant than getting cold or feeling guilty.
Yuuta tries once again not to fidget (unsuccessfully) and anxiously asks if he is too heavy, but in the end no longer pays attention to it, getting used to the feeling of your hands and breath on his skin, as if to something natural. As long as you're okay, so is he, right? You are the one who is forced to hold him, not he you, so he should trust you and your words.
... The experience of a couple of times quickly becomes a habit that no one reacts to; when he finds himself on your lap again, although he can sit somewhere else — but doesn't even think for a couple of seconds that there are other places, allowing your hands to wrap around him to sit comfortably. Yuuta is even lighter than he looks and practically does not move, giving himself away only when he unconsciously strokes you, sliding his fingers over your shoulder, chest or arm in an obsessive habit during frightening moments, and not flinching when your fingers squeeze his leg or his thigh, not reacting to any of your actions with him. It's just something... natural — that you can touch him by drawing lines from his side to his hip, or rubbing his leg, or burrowing into his neck and hair, and that he can touch you, intertwining your fingers with his or hiding his face in your shoulder.
Yuuta is not someone who likes other people's looks, so he tries to take your hand when no one is looking, slowly snuggle up to your shoulder, timidly intertwine your fingers with his, send soft smiles from afar and carefully sneak up to you without attracting attention — and just as often unconsciously takes your hand, constantly follows, buries his face in you, presses his forehead to yours like a affectionate cat, becomes more gently-smiling when you are around and can talk about you for hours when he is in a relaxed atmosphere.
But whenever someone assumes that he is in love, Yuuta vaguely shrugs his shoulders. Is he in 'love'? This word doesn't seem so appropriate to describe how he feels about you; this is something deeper and stronger than "being in love" — rather "being in adoration", but even stronger and deeper... and in a different way. Like friendship — but not exactly friendship. Or is this love?
... It doesn't matter anyway. He's not sure if anything in this world can describe his feelings. It doesn't matter.
As long as you are, it doesn't matter.
❀ He steals kisses when no one is looking: right after the task, finding a secluded place behind some wall; hiding in a dark corner while classmates are practicing; sneaking through dark corridors to get to you; during a random intersection while you are doing morning routines; a cursory contact during training — no one will look in, but his heart can't stop pounding furiously when, instead of rising, you bend lower, catching his broken breath, gently touching pulse on his neck, circling slightly over his face just to bite into his lips for a moment, making him moan with pleasure and then from a brief disappointment when you break the kiss.
Yuuta blushes first on his cheeks, then on his nose, then his ears and neck begin to burn — as if scorched by fire, instantly covering his entire face from any occasion, especially when there is a risk that others will notice you; even when he stops blushing from ordinary kisses, pulling you towards him to get more, the chance that others will see you together still turns out to be something like his frighteningly exciting concern.
Not exactly the kind of event you'd want to get, is it? But for some reason, his fingers still tremble whenever he feels the presence of other people, and definitely not only because of nervous anxiety — and this happens whenever you unequivocally behave next to him, knowing that you can be caught, but letting him feel almost caught; when he can't neither pull away nor stop listening to how close they have come, and his heart practically jumps out of chest, furiously responding, it seems, even in your chest.
It is usually not necessary to explain his wet ruddy face and trembling, if you don't play too much, — Yuuta quickly puts himself in order and straightens clothes, although his broken breathing is not restored as quickly as he would like.
... Not that he cares what others will think when looking at the two of you — after all, there is definitely "nothing like that" between you and him.
(If he could, he would just curl up in your lap for the rest of his life.)
❀ Yuuta behaves gently, nervously cautiously — running his fingers along your sides, grabbing the fabric, not letting you push him and win over him up, whispering something mixed with laughter to you when he sits on your legs, not letting you grab him; perhaps fooling around before going to bed was not the best idea, especially when his wet cool skin touches yours, leaving cold traces, but you almost do not resist even when he bends down to your face, smelling a mixture of peaches and vanilla, trying to tell you something through restrained laughter so as not to wake others — the walls are not cardboard, but you are sure that if scream louder you will wake up the neighbors.
You need something more than to push him off your hips and clamp him down; Yuuta twitches for a moment, trying to intercept your hands, passionate about the fight — but immediately stops, remembering the noise, and you use this, deftly clamping him, forcing to lie down under you, squeezing his hands and using your leg to press him.
The hallway is as quiet as before, you don't even hear the creaking of the bed — maybe because you are too focused on the noise of his breathing, interrupted when you move your leg slightly, rubbing, pressing a little harder for a moment to hear a stifled moan through lips. His hands relax into an unwillingness to fight anymore, but you still won't let go, causing his tense body to tremble from touch, flinching from each movement of your leg, like you're doing it for the first time — he can't get used to touching even if it's the hundred and first time, still whining with restraint when you jerk too sharply or too slowly; throwing his hip on yours to have at least an imaginary way to make you move faster.
You let go of his hands just to give him the opportunity to be quiet when you grip hips tighter, changing the pose to a more comfortable one for both; when his arms hug you while face rests against your shoulder, trying to be as quiet as possible, you can only continue to move, casually touching his hot, from overexcitation, skin, leaving wet spots on clothes.
A quiet “please, please, please” sounds like a prayer in a hot, stuffy room — even when you cling to him in search of cold; the kiss comes out wetter and rougher than usual, but Yuuta only soothingly rubs your back, stroking your hair, not even understanding why he does it, pointlessly looking for your touch and warmth.
His lips are thin, soft, and you don't know if it's his chapstick or shampoo, but for some reason kissing him is much more pleasant than you imagined even the first time,
