Take My Lips (You Leave Me Tongue Tied)
warnings: dom reader, sub yuta, top reader, bottom yuta, hes pathetic, reader is kinda a dick, mild degradation, getting walked in on, gender neutral reader.
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a/n: gender isnt mentioned, nor genitals, but you fuck him. it's up to reader to decide whether its with a strap or a real dick! also, this is technically in the high&low universe too (reader is basically Amagai if you've seen the movie)
Yuta is exhausted, after training all the students in the school, part of the job you delegated to him, by specifically allowing them to land punches and kicks on his body (the way you specifically requested him to train) he is tired and honestly, in a lot of pain.
Even breathing hurts, and he can't help but wonder if one of the students kicked a rib.
Even being top fighter doesn't make him invincible, though for some reason, you seem to think that it does.
Or maybe you don't, maybe you just do it for fun, just to see him hurt.
He doesn't really care about the reason though. He'll do it anyway.
After his training session, he slips into your shared bedroom upstairs, the secret top floor of Senomon High, and sighs in relief when he sees that you're not around.
You're busy, thank God. The last thing he wants to do is spend time trying to explain to you how the training went and not say the wrong thing to get hurt further.
He runs a scalding bath and sinks pleasantly into it; hoping that the water will take the edge off the pain. He knows that you will be angry at him for not being useful.
It doesn't matter that he took over a hundred hits to his body, or that he did exactly what you asked, or that the Senomon boys are improving their skills.
Yuta has already learned that it's difficult to please you. Even if he completes what was asked…it's still difficult, and you complain about him more and more as of recently.
Even when he is the most loyal of all the people you hired, even when he always completes whatever is asked of him to the best of his ability and he tries not to talk back to you even when he disagrees so deeply with whatever you do. Even when Yuta is the reason you even got an opportunity to become the top school in the district or even had a chance of overpowering Oya High for that spot.
Yuta submerges his head beneath the water and hopes that all his thoughts will wash away just like the dirt on his body.
He stays in the bath until his fingers get pruney and the water gets colder, and he finally gets out.
He wraps a towel around his waist and opens the door. He is startled when he sees you sitting on the couch.
After his calming bath, he forgot that you were actually at school. He managed to make his mind blank of everything within the bath, and now you are sitting in front of him.
"Y-y/n—" he stutters, gripping the towel around his waist.
You blatantly stare at his chest as he speaks. "So that's where you've been. I was looking for you, but the guys said you left immediately after you finished. I thought maybe you stepped out. What, you've been in the bathroom for this long?"
"Yeah, I was feeling hurt after the session. The bath helped." His voice gets progressively quieter as he finishes the sentence, because he knows that you aren't pleased.
You don't need to voice it anymore; Yuta can tell now when you're disappointed.
"You couldn't do anything productive with your time?"
"I'm sorry, Y/n, I didn't mean to be lazy."
You sigh. "Fine, Nakamoto. How was the training session?"
"It was good, they learned everything well. They got a lot of good hits in." Yuta replies.
He pulls on underwear and a shirt. "Do you have anymore use for me today?"
"Right now, you can go get us dinner. I'll have plenty of use for you later." You say, your voice turning sultry at the end.
Yuta turns away before he can flush, the implication of what the use for him will be later turning him red.
You usually only want to use him for oral pleasure, but he always loves it when you gets like this.
When you're willing to touch him, even if it's only with the goal of your own pleasure.
A sick part of him deep inside clings to your sexual touches, morphing them into something more. When he wakes up in the middle of the night from a dream of you and him together—truly together, romantically—it is the moments of you fucking him, no matter how quickly and dismissively, that fuel them. He feels your hands on his body and his mind imagines you pressing deep kisses to his lips and fucking him tenderly, even though it’s nothing more than a wishful fantasy.
You give him 5,000 yen and tell him to pick up something for himself. You don't remind him to order anything for you, but he knows your usual already.
And, well, if he gets the order wrong, he'll find out quickly.
His body aches more and more the more he walks, but he gets your food regardless, and gives you back the change.
Yuta knows that nothing of significance is happening, so he tries to force himself to relax. There's an internal voice within his head telling him that he was too unproductive today, because he knows that it's what you would tell him any other day. He worked out, did a training session, took a bath and now he is eating food that you paid for.
You come back to the room at eight.
"Strip." You say, and Yuta stands up immediately to pull off his clothes.
His first time truly having sex—was with you, of course. Every first that he’s had so far has been at your hands. you've had a chance to see how he works and how he ticks, knowing what arouses him better than even what he can comprehend.
You weren't a virgin when Yuta got you off for the first time, as you'd bragged about time and time again, reminding him that you lost your virginity in the bathroom of some fancy work gathering your father dragged you to. You were quick to tell him about all the times you'd made out with people and when you had your first kiss, laughing when Yuta would only nod because he had nothing to say in response.
Not when he’d never so much as kissed someone. He still hasn’t; you won’t kiss him, certainly not make out with him. So, Yuta has given head more times than he can count on his hands, been fucked by you just as much, but he’s never had the chance to so much as kiss another person.
The version of you he sees at night is meaner than how you act during the day, and it makes Yuta shiver. In fear, or in anticipation, he's not truly sure—it might be both—but when you demand things from him in this sense, he can accept it more than the demands during the day.
You smirk as you push him onto your bed.
"God, your fucking body line is insane." you curse, reaching under the bed to get lube.
There is no patience for Yuta, there is usually no time for any kind of foreplay, and Yuta doesn't need any, because he is already hard the moment you asks him to do more than just give head, and if he isn't asked, it is just him pleasing you without it being reciprocated, and there's no need for him to be hard at all.
Of course, he is. But it's only because it's you.
You flip him over onto his stomach with force and he moans.
He hears the uncapping of a lube bottle and seconds later feels your first finger at his entrance, pushing into him without much resistance.
It doesn't take long before you're working him open enough to take your middle finger along with your pointer, and Yuta moans again at the intrusion.
Yuta's is not even the biggest fan of sex like this, but, anything you could do to him would arouse him, and despite you hating taking the time to do actual foreplay, you can find his prostate with ease, and that's enough to keep him satisfied.
Yuta buries his face in his arms with a quiet whine as you push two fingers onto it.
You laugh. "Found it, didn't I?" you ask, rhetorically, rubbing on the gland at making his body tense.
"Y-Yeah" He gasps anyway, his voice wobbly.
"God, you're so easy, just two fingers and you're already like this for me." You say and you remove them from Yuta's hole to apply more lube.
Yuta's legs twitch when you pushs in three fingers and curl them all the way to his prostate immediately. His voice pitches higher as a moan spills from his lips freely.
You lean close to him, biting on his ear and murmuring, “You’re acting like such a slut today, moaning so much and I haven’t even stuck my dick in you yet.”
Your fingers don’t slow down against his prostate, in fact they speed up. Usually you get to the main event as quick as possible, while asking him to remain as silent as he physically can, but it seems you're feeling a little different today.
"Haah, f-fuck! Y/n!" he stutters, his eyes slipping closed as he buries his head in the pillows beneath it.
Your fingers massaging his prostate leave him gasping for air. He wonders if this even counts as foreplay, when you're just rushing him to an orgasm as quickly as he possibly can with your fingers, but whatever you're doing, it's working.
"Oh my God—" Yuta moans, meaning to say words after that, but the rest of his sentence just spilling out like gibberish as his body refuses to cooperate with him.
"Already? You're already fucking cock drunk and it's barely been five minutes." You tell him, slapping his ass with your free hand.
You laugh condescendingly. "Maybe I should do this more often. If I knew you could cum on my fingers in five minutes like a desperate bitch then I would've been trying to do it all along.”
Yuta bites his lip to prevent himself from responding, even though your words send lightning shooting down his spine. He focuses on the way your fingers move in tandem to make him feel so insane.
Your fingers aren’t particularly long, Yuta's own are much longer, but they’re thick and you knows how to use them well.
It’s as if you're intertwined, and maybe you are, after all, you know exactly how he ticks. You know how to get under his skin, whether that be mentally or physically, pushing all the right buttons to leave him a scrambled mess. You know the right words to say to cut Yuta to the core and leave him hurting, and you know what to say to leave him gasping and moaning. You know the spots that make him bruise easily just as well as you knows the spots that have him falling undone.
You knew how to find his prostate instantly, even the first time that you'd fucked him open with your fingers, despite telling never actually having done it before.
You are always harsh with your efforts and one to take, take, take, until Yuta is gasping for breath and clamping down on his mouth to keep quiet.
“You’re a pretty toy, Yuta. Always so pleased with whatever I do to you-” You tell him, “or, whatever I don’t.”
Yuta moans, gasping at the praise. His eyelids flutter and he can’t help the way that he reacts to your words. Praise from you always leaves him flustered, and during sex that desire to be praised is even more intense. When he gets it, it’s like a rush of pleasure bursting beneath him.
“I’ve only started using my fingers and you’re already shaking. I didn’t even have to touch your dick” you say sardonically,
You asked him to, and so, he does. His body locks up and his legs spasm as ropes of white cum shoot in between his stomach and the bed. His eyes rolled back into his skull as pleasure overcomes his senses, his vision going white as he moans, “Ah— Y/n!”
His voice is pitched higher than either he or you have heard it before, raised as he gets lost in the throes of his pleasure.
His orgasm crashes over him hard but fast, just as your fingers moved inside of him.
When his body completely melts into the bed, he registers the fact that you're is still sitting in between his spread legs.
“Don’t worry, you squealing like a pornstar on my fingers was enough to keep me entertained for a little bit.”
You pull his hips up into the air and tug his head up by his hair as a whine falls from his lips.
"You're usually so quiet, because I tell you to be, but I think I enjoy you moaning like a slut for me just as much. You can barely keep your mouth shut, and it's hot that I turned you into such a mess so quickly."
"But now it's time for me to enjoy myself." You say, lowering your voice.
You push into him in one go, and though Yuta is already thoroughly stretched from the three fingers you gave him, your cock stretches him more.
His eyes fly open and he slaps a hand over his mouth to avoid nearly yelling at the painfully pleasant feeling of your cock splitting him open, whatever amalgamation of words that were forcefully spilling from his lips thankfully muffled by his fingers.
“Ah, fuck. You’re tight even after three fingers.” you moan, and begin to fuck Yuta with no wait.
“Oh my God!” Yuta gasps again, breathless, because it feels like that’s the only word that will come out of his mouth at this point.
Your hands on his waist and hair are the only thing keeping him up in the air, as his legs feel weak and his thighs keep shaking.
“Fuck, uhng—” Yuta groans, his eyes falling closed as he slips away into euphoria.
“Please what, bitch?” you grit out, hips already pistoning into him with abandon.
“Fuck me, oh fu- ah!” He gasps, his voice quickly pitching up with pleasure as you keep going.
He’s already past his first orgasm, and the second one is going to come much much faster, whereas you haven't even hit your first yet, still coherent and entirely in control as you'll likely remain, even as Yuta continues to fall apart in front of you.
His mouth spills high pitched “ah, ah, ah’s” in time with your quick thrusts, rhythmic and staccato as he can’t keep them back. He feels so aroused that he feels dizzy; all the moans and words spilling from his mouth come out involuntarily and he can’t control the way his voice sounds or what he says anymore.
“You’re so fucking loud, Nakamoto.” you moan. “You want everyone left in the school to know you’re my bitch?”
“Fuck, fu—” Yuta chokes, his eyes blown back with lust, his iris’ barely visible.
“You can’t even keep your mouth shut for a second, what would people say if they knew you were such a cockslut, Nakamoto?”
“Love it—oh fuck—when y-you fuck me—shit, Y/n,” Yuta whines, eyes halfway rolled back into his skull when the door opens.
Within seconds, before he can even process the door opening, the hand you had in his hair to pin him to the pillows throws him off the bed and onto the ground.
He hits the floor on his hurt left side with such force that it sends him rolling over twice. Disoriented, aroused and confused, he doesn’t even hear the students words, or your yelling at them to leave, though he knows that you are. Instead, he curls in on himself, hiding his dick from the view of the student that entered the room.
He doesn’t even know who that is, but they know him, He doesn’t need to look at the student to know that they probably are disgusted, looking at him, naked on the floor.
Because, you threw him off the bed to save your own ass. It would’ve been so easy to throw the sheets over you both, instead, but that would leave you in the bed together, and to you, being caught in bed with him probably isn't any better than being caught fucking him.
He is just disposable to you.
The student leaves and the door closes and he finally unfurls himself and rolls onto his back on the floor.
Once again, you are glaring at him.
He parts his mouth to say something, anything; to apologise to you for what happened—
But, you beat him to it. “You couldn’t keep your fucking mouth shut, now you got us both caught and I didn’t even get to cum.” you sneers.
“I’m sorry, Y/n. I’m so fucking sorry. I didn’t mean to, I couldn’t— we can continue if you'd like, I-I can get you off or we can go back to having sex if you'd prefer." Yuta tells you, his voice far past desperate and into the pleading territory as he tries to do anything to make it up to you.
He was loud, unable to hold back his noises as he purposefully would every other time you had sex, and it resulted in the two of you getting caught by another student. He's always quiet, intentional with his noises, gasping and panting and never allowing more than a hitched, muted moan to spill from his lips, because you always wanted him like that.
Today was the only, only, day he was loud and uninhibited with his moans and the one day he thought it was okay because he made himself useful to you today during that training session.
But he'd ruined everything for both you, and there was no doubt within his mind that when he went downstairs to mingle with the rest of the students tomorrow, they'd look at him with disgust for enjoying being fucked like a bitch.
They'd finally have a reason for why he hangs around you, either they'll think you're dating or that Yuta is your willing cockslut, and with it being rumours, it's not like he'll be able to disprove them.
You could shut them up while he was in the room, quickly, but it wouldn't stop them from talking once he was gone, and they would, undoubtedly.
You scoff at him. "Fucking shut it, Nakamoto," you say, and Yuta nods.
You don't want to hear him talk anymore, but that doesn't stop you from stalking across the room and shoving his head down on you.
The second you cum, you grip his hair and shove his head towards the ground, walking away to get in the shower, leaving him with a softening hard on, sweating, hurt and open.
He curls back up on the floor, his tears dripping onto the hardwood. He doesn't want you to see him cry, not when this was his fault anyways, but it hurts.
But he's grown used to that. He's accepted it, just as he's accepted his place as your loyal lapdog, eating your scraps with pleasure, because it's all he'll recieve.
You're just his old childhood friend, turned aloof boss. You're just the person who give him a place to stay. That's all you are, at least in practicality. But to him, you are his everything, his reason for life, his purpose. Without you, he would be nothing, he would have nothing.
But that doesn't change his heart. It doesn't change his feelings.
Loving you hurts, because he knows you won't ever love him back.
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