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thesafecafe · 5 months

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Summary: Yuta hasn't been answering your calls. It seems like he's completely ignoring you, so you decide to pay him a little visit.

CW: 18+, MDNI, violence (a slap or 2), mentions of substances, (weed, alcohol, cocaine, etc), cussing, slight angst, illegal activity, strip club owner Yuta x black fem reader, serious conversation between parents, tension, (Yuta isn't exactly over the reader and is whipped), suggestive, smut, dom reader, switch/sub leaning Yuta, he cums quick, reader is called mistress, finger sucking, handjob, thigh riding, hair pulling, making out, slight degradation (giving), ass slapping, I think that just about covers it! enjoy! Feedback is appreciated! (apologies to any Prius drivers in the audience 💀✋🏾)

Disclaimer: I do not believe that the members of NCT would act in this way , nor is it a representation of their real life actions or personalities. This is a fictional depiction for entertainment purposes.

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Yuta was ignoring you. You didn't think much of it at first. You knew he was busy with work most of the time, usually making a point to tell you he'd be busy or getting back to you later. But for the past few weeks, every time you would call, there was no answer. At first, you were concerned, since it wasn't like him to not answer. But it got to the point where instead of letting it ring, he'd send you straight to voicemail. That was what pissed you off. You couldn't stand not having good communication, especially since you had children together.

Your twin girls, only two years old, were always asking about their father. Constantly asking when they would talk to him, or see him again, it broke your heart when you saw their disappointment flickering across their faces when you would tell them he was busy at work.

And speaking of your children, you were also concerned for their needs. While you did work to support the three of you, your job only paid you enough to cover basic bills, clothes for the twins, and your groceries. Yuta usually covered everything else, from the rent and insurance to the twins daycare fees; he usually left a stack of bills on your bedroom dresser when he came to visit.

He insisted you didn't need to work, but you were stubborn. You felt you needed your job in case of emergencies. In case of times like these. While you hated to admit it, your babies depended on that money. Being an inconsistent parent was not going to cut it; you couldn't afford that. You didn't know what his problem was, but you were sure as hell going to find out.

You called your mother to watch the twins, leaving them in her care for the night. You waved one final goodbye to them before going back home to change. Your baby daddy had clearly forgotten who he was dealing with. If he thought for one second you were going to let him abandon his daughters, and only be a "sometimes dad," then he was sorely mistaken.

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Club Highway to Heaven was packed. It was usually brimming with customers; slow days were rare. Due to its location, it was a popular nightlife spot, with minimal competition. Spotting that the line was wrapped around the corner as usual, you immediately pulled around to the back parking lot reserved for the staff.

No one would bother you about parking in the back, and there was a parking space Yuta had reserved for you. But as you pulled forward, you saw a car in the space next to Yuta's. A gaudy pink Prius with cat ears on top sat there, in your way. In your space. "Ohhh, I see what this is about." You laughed softly, shaking your head.

You chose a random space to park in, not far from the back entrance. You got out, quickly making your way to the door, and putting in the code. You knew Yuta never changed the codes to this place, in spite of your many warnings about safety. Swinging the door open, you step carefully into the club. Immediately, you are transported to a different atmosphere.

The purple lights of the club caress your skin, enveloping you into the overall ambience. As you walk to the main floor of the club, the strong smelling mixture of alcohol, sweat, and weed make you choke out a cough.

Passing through the main floor, you see many half naked women, some walking the floor while others slide down poles. A familiar Rihanna song blares through the club speakers. Bottle girls in outfits nearly as skimpy as the dancers run around with drinks, trying to service their sections as quickly as possible. Men and women alike were cheering and throwing money like there was no tomorrow.

'Business is definitely booming.' You thought as you crossed the floor, and walked towards Yuta's office. You stopped when you reached the door, guarded by a massive, familiar bouncer. "Andre, long time no see. How's it going?" Your tone was sweet, calm. It would put anyone who didn't know you at ease. But the giant man at the door knew the look in your eye. It meant business. "Not too bad miz' Y/N. Here for the boss?”

"You know it." Andre gave you a knowing smile and stepped aside, letting you pass into the office. You walked slowly inside, not wanting your heels to give you away. Inside the office, Yuta sat behind his desk. A woman, presumably a dancer, sat in his lap. Her hand was on his chest, as she laughed at something he said before you came in.

"Well what the fuck do we have here?" Your casual words startled the pair. Yuta jumped, knocking the girl onto the floor. You'd probably laugh if you weren't pissed off. "Oh shit, Y/N! What the hell are you doing here?" Yuta asked, quickly adjusting his coat over his chest, as if he hadn't just been being felt up by one of his dancers.

"What the hell am I doing here? Oh I don't fucking know Yuta, maybe checking in on my children's dumbass father, who apparently forgot how to answer a got damn phone call! You've seriously been ghosting me to try and get your dick wet?!"

You were yelling now, and you hadn't meant to explode like that, but it was the last straw. Seeing him sit there, seemingly enjoying himself, while you had been worrying yourself at home had pushed you to the edge.

You took a deep breath, trying to compose yourself. Yuta looked at the dancer, catching her eye. "Candy, can we get some privacy please?" The woman, who'd been sitting on the floor the whole time, quickly got up, fixing her outfit before trotting out of the room. When you hear the door close, you release the breath you were holding.

"Y/N, I'm sorry. Can you please let me explain?" Sighing, you nod, earning a gentle smile from him. He grabbed your hand, guiding you to sit down in one of the mismatched chairs he liked to keep around. "Don't think you're off the hook though Nakamoto. I'm mad as fuck, and I don't want excuses, I want answers."

"Okay Y/N, calm down, you know I'll give it to you straight. I wouldn't lie to you." You raised an eyebrow. "Okay maybe not all the time but- you know what, nevermind. I apologize for not returning your calls. Work has been busy." He gave a noncommittal shrug, but he wouldn't look you in the eyes. He was hiding something.

"So busy that you can't make time for your daughters? They ask for you every day. They haven't seen or heard from you in weeks Yuta! They ask for you all the time, and I have to be the bearer of bad news and hold them when they cry because their daddy is busy with 'work.' I've been calling, and you wouldn't know if they were sick or in need of something because you haven't bothered to pick up your damn phone.”

Yuta hung his head low, fiddling with the rings on his fingers. "You're right. I'm sorry. I was wrong for going off the grid like that, and you and my babies didn't deserve it. It's just been way harder lately to manage things.”

Yuta rubbed his face, and for the first time, you took in his full appearance. His coat hung off of his arms, exposing his tense shoulders. He looked paler than usual, and there were bags under his eyes, barely concealed by make-up. He looked tired. "Talk to me. What's been going on?"

"I... had to fire my head manager. He was sneaking in coke bricks for some of the dancers. And I've been trying to find the source, since every other day, a dancer is showing up high off their ass. I've got to hire new security, since some people like to sneak in." He gave you a pointed look. "And I'm not trying to 'get my dick wet' as you so nicely put it. I was trying to investigate."

You regarded him skeptically. "Getting felt up by your employees is what you call investigating? Okay Mr. Officer." Yuta rolled his eyes at you.

"Getting that close to any of the dancers is hard enough, but you just happened to ruin my meeting with one of the biggest suspects in here. Candy is a ringleader of sorts. She was fucking that manager, and I'm pretty sure he's still got her running coke in here out of spite. But I don't have enough proof, since the other dancers are scared of her. I needed to get the information somehow, but alas, here we are."

You thought back to the woman who'd been there just a few minutes ago. She didn't seem very imposing from the floor, (and clad in a skimpy pink two piece set with cat ears), but you knew you shouldn't judge a book by its cover. Your eyes widened as you realized something. "So that's the tramp who was in my parking spot! With cat ears!"

Yuta's ears turned red. "You uh, you saw that?" He stuttered, embarrassed. "Hell yeah I saw it! It would be a bitch who drives a Prius. That ugly ass car." Yuta couldn't help the snort that passed his lips at that.

"In spite of all that though, I understand why you've been busier. But you still could've sent me a text back, an email, hell, a regular letter in the mail! Anything to tell me you were alright. You made me worried, Yuta. We promised to communicate, for the sake of our girls and to maintain a good emotionally safe environment for them. They need us both, and this inconsistent parenting can't go on. I'm willing to help you with whatever it is you need for this place but don't shut me out. That only hurts us all. Okay?”

"Okay. Again, I'm sorry. I'll do better Y/N, for you and my girls. You have my word." Yuta leaned across his desk, offering you his hand. Resting your hand on his, you held back a shiver as he kissed the back of your hand. His lips were warm and soft against your skin. The tension in your shoulders slowly melted away as he kept your hand in between his, rubbing it softly. It was a habit he'd learned, back when you were together, to help calm you down.

He committed all small habits of yours to memory, easily able to perceive your mood. Now, as he sat playing with your hand, his thoughts were whirling. He still felt guilty for the way he'd left you in the dark, and he felt extra guilty that you saw him with another woman on his lap.

Even though the two of you weren't together, he couldn't help feeling like he'd betrayed you. He suppressed the feelings that the ache of not being with you brought to the surface, opting to press on for the sake of his business. But the truth was that he wasn't over you. He hadn't been on the dating scene since the end of your relationship.

His dates with Candy were never anything physical. Tonight was as far as it had gotten. Internally, he felt repulsed at her constant advances; he was only trying to get information. But you weren't anymore aware of his lingering feelings than you were of his whereabouts the past few weeks. He wanted to make it up to you, and being the man he was, Yuta had an idea.

Bringing your hand up to his lips, he pressed another kiss against your skin, and another. "Boy, what are you doing?" You pulled back, but he gripped your hand. "I'm apologizing. Won't you let me show you how sorry I am, mistress?" A sudden, strong pulse thrummed between your legs. Your eyes widened, and so did Yuta's grin. Your cheeks warmed.

"Don't- Yuta, don't play with me like that-" You are cut off when he takes one of your fingers into his mouth, closing his eyes as swirled his tongue around it. He moaned, before sucking it deeper into his mouth. Your mouth hung open at his audacity. You'd forgotten how bold he could be; but your body remembered.

Your legs shifted on impulse, muscle memory betraying you. Yuta released your finger slowly, his tongue trailing the underside of it before letting it go. "Who said I was playing?" His voice was low, dripping in lust and desire. You felt another pulse, stronger this time, and the familiar, slick feeling of your arousal gliding down your thighs.

"Yuta..." You say his name in warning, but truly as an anchor for yourself. "Please? I promise I'll be good. I'll do anything you like. Whatever you want, I'll do it." You felt the temptation of his offer course through your veins for a moment or two, before you caved. "You'll do anything, hm?”

Standing from your chair, you walked around his desk. You straddled his lap, and cupped his face in your hands. "Yes. Anything." The words are barely out before your lips are on his. His lips were fervent against yours, and his arms slid up, trapping your waist against his.

You took control, pushing his head up for a better angle. Yuta let you use his mouth, letting you do as you pleased; sucking and licking your tongue against his, biting his lips, anything you wanted. Just like he'd said.

Breaking away from his lips, you pushed his jacket down, off of his shoulders. Taking the hint, he sheds the coat completely, and you run your hands along his skin. Your nails graze his stomach, earning a low groan from the man beneath you.

Grinning, you slide off his lap, shimmying out of your underwear. Sliding carefully back into his lap, you gripped onto his shoulders. Understanding your intentions, Yuta tensed his thigh, watching as you pushed yourself back and forth. His eyes glazed over. He loved watching you use him to get off. “I see you still haven't changed; begging me to use you like a whore.”

Yuta swallowed thickly, holding back a moan. He felt himself twitch in his pants. “What's the matter baby? You like being reminded how easy you are?” You looked down at him, but his eyes were locked onto your pussy, grinding into the leather material of his pants. You move your hand from his shoulder, up to his hair. You gently pull his head up until his eyes are on yours. “Eyes up here pretty boy. I asked you a question.”

It took a minute before he remembered your question, his eyes darting in confusion. “Yes mistress, I like it.” You chuckled, tightening your hand around his hair. He moaned, leaning into your touch. “Pussy makes you go all dumb, huh?” Yuta nodded, and you released him, letting his eyes fall back to you on his thigh. Eventually, you felt that familiar heat in your clit. Your eyes roll back as your orgasm pulses through you, and Yuta holds you tighter as you rock your hips through it.

When you stop, taking a few moments to catch your breath, you find Yuta staring at you. His gaze is heavy, intense in a way that has your breath catching. It was a familiar look. Your heart squeezed in your chest, but you ignored it, opting to distract yourself. “Your turn, pretty boy. Take those pants off.”

Yuta blinked, breaking his focus on you for a second, before his features shifted into a lazy grin. He picks you up, setting you carefully on his desk, before obeying your words. He unbuckles his belt with one hand, winking at you as he does, before sliding his pants off. “Show off,” You mutter as he picks you up again, placing you over the bulge in his lap.

You scoot back, giving yourself enough room to palm him through his boxers. “Aw, what's the matter, too scared to ride me?” Yuta bats his eyelashes at you, fake concern dripping from his words. You pull his dick out, not taking the bait. “The last time I rode your dick, you got me pregnant, and we don't need anymore surprises.”

Before he can come up with some snarky comment, you start stroking him, your hand squeezing up and down his length with just enough pressure to shut him up. Yuta threw his head back, moaning loud and unashamed. “Please, fuck, just like that.” He panted, feeling himself embarrassingly close to his high. He tried to hold back, wanting to savor the feeling of your hands on him.

But between the pent up frustration of the past few weeks, and his ever present desire for you, the sight of you focusing on his pleasure is too much; before he can warn you, his orgasm slams into him, crashing like waves. Your eyes widen a bit, but your hand doesn't stop, until you see his hips twitch, legs shaking from the intensity of his release. You move your hands, rummaging through his desk drawer for a towel.

His cum covers his legs, stomach, and your hands. You're sure some got on your dress as well, but it doesn't bother you as much as it probably should. You wipe your hands off before starting to clean him. “Easy there, pretty boy. Breathe.” You coach him gently, running a hand through his hair as his heavy panting slows to quiet, even breaths. When you're sure he's calm, you kiss his forehead, then his lips.

“I mean what I said Yuta. You'd better keep your promise or else I'll burn this bitch to the ground.” You poke his chest, and lean into his face. Yuta smiles at you, and for a moment, you're distracted by his beauty. “Okay, I'll be there tomorrow. I promise. I won't let you down, not again.” He slides his hand into yours, lacing your fingers together. He brings your hand up to his mouth, kissing the back of it.

Your heart flutters at the gesture. Your moment is interrupted however, by your phone’s notifications going off. “I should get out of here, I need to go to work in the morning.” You slide off of his lap, standing to adjust your clothes. You see your underwear on the floor, and you bend to pick them up. Before you can reach them, you are startled by a stinging slap to your ass.

You jump up, turning to glare at Yuta, laughing his ass off. “Sorry, I couldn't resist; it was in my face!” Your eye twitches, and the laughter in his throat dies. You decide to let him get away with it for now, opting to walk out of his office. “Wait! Let me walk you out at least!” You raise your hand to acknowledge his request, before stepping into the hallway to let him get dressed.

You are expecting to find Andre still outside, but instead of the massive guard, you come face to face with two dancers. One of them was the girl from earlier, Candy. “So this is the bitch Candy? He threw you out for her?” The other one’s nasally voice immediately makes you annoyed. “Yeah that's her.” Candy steps forward, getting in your face. “Look here, bitch, I don't-”

She is cut off when your hand collides with her face, knocking her backwards in her heels. She falls to the floor in a pathetic heap, before gathering her bearings. Shock paints her face. “Did you just slap me?” You tilt your head, looking down at her. “Nooo, I gave you a hug. What do you think?”

The other dancer stomps over to you, but before she can swing, you land another slap, knocking her to the ground with her friend. Just then, Yuta emerged from the office. “Y/N what's- going on…” His words die as he sees two of his dancers on the floor. From the expression on your face, he already knew what happened. “Yuta! She slapped us and we weren't-” He holds up his hand, silencing the lie about to spill from his dancer's mouth.

“Candy, Cherry, this is my children's mother. You will treat her with respect, and if I catch you doing otherwise, we will have problems. Is that understood?” Both dancers looked down at the floor, mumbling a weak “Yes Mr. Nakamoto.”

Yuta jerked his head, signaling for them to get lost. When they were gone, you turned to him, one eyebrow raised. “Sorry about them, like I said, it's been getting out of hand. Here,” Yuta took your hand, placing a large stack of bills in it, “let's get you home, so I can shut this place down.” He walks you down the steps, before a few members of his security team follow you through the club to your car.

Making sure you get in your car safely, Yuta shuts your door. You roll your window down to speak. Yuta beats you to the punch though. “Do I ever tell you how hot you are when you're mad?” You roll your eyes at him, and he laughs, taking your hand. “Tomorrow Yuta, remember.” You look at him expectantly. “Tomorrow. I promise.” He squeezes your hand, and all you can do is hope that he keeps it.

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Tagging: @ddeonghwassimp, @nirvanawrites111

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fairyofjaeyun · 10 months

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More sub!idol links please 🙏 (especially ncity ones!)

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anal training and using a vibrator on xiaojun

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fingering and milking jeno

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punishing haechan by rough pegging him with a huge strap

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jaemin eating you out while you read a book

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teasing jaehyun’s cock until he’s made a mess in his pants with precum <3

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playing with doyoung’s vibrating plug while on a date and making him struggle to be quiet

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spanking johnny over your lap after he’s been a bad boy

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dressing and tying up hendery in a school girl outfit and making him hump the bed while wearing a buttplug and vibrator

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mark filming himself fucking into your strapon

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jaehyun humping the bed to show you how much he misses you

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yuta sucking and pleasuring your tits while you’re riding him

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treating renjun like your pretty sex doll

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milking jungwoo as you hold his leash

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moongumi · 2 years

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⁀➷ ∵ ❝ YOU DUMPED ME BUT YOU'RE STILL MINE ❞

⟶ yuta okkotsu x reader

⟶ cw. drabble, hufflepuff!yuta, slytherin fem!reader, TOXIC, ex to lovers, unprotected sex in public, CHEATING, sub!yuta, quickie, whiny cry baby!yuta

⟶ note: not edited at all : P

the feeling was magnetizing, anytime he'd enter the halls you'd see him. even all the way across the rows and rows of tables. he's so noticeable even if he thinks no one ever notices him, he's far too cute. he doesn't even notice the way all the hufflepuff girls gawk at him when he passes them.

even with the abundance of boys you'd shagged day in and day out, it was nothing like him. you'd never admit it to him, no way, you'd never tell him how much you missed him.

your blood boils seeing his pretty face up against hers. her legs over his lap in the dining hall as she kissed him. in the pits of your guts you hoped to notice him flinch or cringe after the kiss, but it seemed like he enjoyed it. fuck.

days go by, and it gets worse for you. the constant amount of sex doesn't do much to numb the pain. it just reminds you of him.

you find him in the library, he's usually there trying to catch up on his homework. he didn't expect to see you, somehow he remembers her schedule. you were usually in class at this point, alchemy.

he gulps, noticing the way you walked straight to him, eyes full of a look he knew too well.

"does she taste as good as me?" his breath is staggered, face flushed looking up at you with cute puppy eyes.

your fingers fondle the collar of his shirt, pull off his yellow tie and revealing his neck to you. he smells like her, "does she smell like chanel? or cheap drugstore perfume."

your hands press into his thigh, while he sat on the table in the corner of the library with his back being pressed into the bookshelf as he shrinks due to your gaze.

your warm hands make him choke on his saliva. tingling and burning closer and closer to his uncontrollable bulge, growing more and more from the mere sight and touch of you. it had been weeks, almost 2 months without you, your words, your face and your touch.

fuck. he misses the way you smell, perfume strong, spicy just like yourself. your nails are pointed, you never used to do them before. you've got a lot more makeup on than usual, lined wings making your eyes look more ferocious, like you were going to devour him and hell, he was going to let you.

"does she suck your cock like i do?" you purred, your lips lingering on his exposed neck. you can feel his pulse throbbing, his hearts racing. it pleases you, your effect on him makes it even more exhilarating. "does she take all of you, does she take you deep inside her throat until you unravel and cum endlessly like i do?"

he whimpers, his lashes feathered at through his submissive gaze. his lips pouted naturally as he shakes his head, admitting what you wanted to hear.

you bite your lip, palming his cock through his pants at this point listening to his soft moans. he tries to keep it down around all the other students who were studying. who knows where this girlfriend of his was.

your lips mere inches from his, brushing hastily against his plumped bruised lips all from the biting he kept doing to make as little noise as possible. he's whining, making noises nudging and pursing his lips towards yours. wanting it.

you give in, planting your coloured lips against him without a care that your lipstick would be all over his mouth by the end of it. the taste of him, you missed it. you angle your head, holding his with your palms deepening the kiss hearing the low grumble that left his lips as you completely engulfing his lips within your own. tongue curling to the roof of his mouth, exploring what you lost.

his hands found comfort around your waist, pulling you in closer. locking you in. he didn't want to let go, fuck, he wanted you to stay here forever.

"does she ride you like this? does her pussy drench your cock, swallow you up like this? does she fuck you so hard that you start crying and begging to cum, does she? tell me, yuta, use your words." his face is twisted so cutely, trying his hardest not to completely cry out in pleasure.

god knows who could hear or see this. could they see the way he's sat on the ground on his ass, you're sat on his lap with your underwear around your ankles and tights ripped at the crotch, getting fucked in your school skirt? maybe, but it didn't matter. they could watch all they wanted.

your hips roll into his, taking his shaft along your walls dragging and pulling. his girth stretches you raw. he's got tears running down his face as groans escape his lips uncontrollably. so warm, so wet. he can't fucking speak.

your lips curl, knowing he's so close and would start begging soon. "use your words, yuta, you used your words damn well when you dumped me for a discount hufflepuff whore."

he hiccups through his breaths. "i'm sorry."

your ass slaps against his trouser-covered thighs, your mixed arousals spreading all over it. "that's not what i wanted to hear."

"sorry," he chokes, "you're right, she doesn't, she doesn't do anything like you."

"i know. baby, i know."

his eyes flutter, looking up at you. the girl he dumped for absolutely no reason but fear. he feared he wasn't good enough for you. but hell, you treated him so well, he didn't even think about his girlfriend, he didn't think of the consequences at all. only of you.

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yunoclips · 9 months

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could you do a sub!johnny and/or sub!yuta hc? I’m so happy I found your blog, your writing is so amazing and i’m happy others discovered your talent too!!💖

Thank you <33 you all are so kind ❤️😭

I'll do sub!yuta for this and make a separate post for Johnny.

Sub!Yuta HC's

Likes it raw , rough and nasty.

Very adventurous with it.

If you ride him , ride him fast. Don't give him a chance to breathe. He wants you to choke him out and ride him until he passes out.

Slap his face and spit in his mouth.

Fuck him with long , hard deep strokes. He wants to be fucked so good that his body is numb. Fuck him so hard that the back of his thighs hurt from the friction.

He wants to cry from pleasure, in his mind pleasure isn't really pleasure if there is no pain.

Fuck him from behind and tug his hair really hard. Just grab a fist full and flush his body against yours.

Whisper filthy things in his ear. "Look at you , crying like a filthy whore over being fucked. I bet you'd let anyone fuck you like this" or "Crying like a girl over dick. Pathetic" He loves that stuff.

Likes to be watched , sometimes he begs you to fuck him so he can be loud. He wants people to hear him falling apart.

Manhandle him. Toss him around the bed , twist his body in uncomfortable positions. It excites him.

Likes to be feminized.

Cum in him. If you're using a strap, use an ejaculating one. He likes when it drips out of his hole and runs down his thighs while you fuck him.

When he's topping you , slap him around and pull his hair if he's not listening. He likes when you remind him of his place. Not going fast enough ? Nothing a tap to the face won't fix.

Likes when you cuff his hands while hitting it from the back. The burn of the cuffs against his skin is just the right amount of pain.

"Look at you rutting into me like a dog, how shameful. Don't even know how to fuck right. Is that brain of yours working ?"

Force him onto his knees and spread your legs wide in front of his face. Masturbate right in front of his face while he leaves his tongue out like a desperate dog. Tell him that if he touches himself he won't be able to cum for the night.

When he's giving you head , close your thighs on his head and keep it like that till he taps on your thigh. When he picks his head up gasping for air with arousal coated all over his face , just laugh at him.

Whip him with a paddle and coo at him while you massage the redness. "Too much , I thought you wanted this?"

When he's too well fucked to speak , he'll start merging his sentences in Korean and Japanese. "Look at you , fucked so stupid that you can't even speak right."

Into wax play. Loves the heat of wax dripping down his abs while his cock rests hard and full on his abdomen.

Loves when you slap his cock while it's hard.

When the two of you make out it's hot and nasty. Teeth on teeth , swapping spit. It's more like you are trying to suck all the breath out of him through his mouth rather than kissing.

Attach a vibrator to the head of his cock and cuff him. Watch as he turns inside out and wrestles with himself all over the bed.

When he masturbates he likes to use those fuck machines. He turns it on to the highest setting and uses it until he passes out from the pleasure.

Likes cock cages.

Likes to be bruised and marked.

Fuck his throat until he loses his voice. Drool dripping from the corners of his mouth. Hair stuck to his face , eyes rolled back.

His safe word is cherry. But sometimes his mouth is stuffed with cock so he can't really speak. He'll just tap your thigh 3 times instead.

The aftercare consists of a lot of sweet words and reassurance. Make sure he knows everything you said wasn't real. You love him so much.

He needs you to carry him around for a while. His lower body is almost always numb after everything and it's really painful when he tries to stand.

Needs a warm bath with bath salts that relieve muscle aches.

Likes to eat light things like sushi and soups.

He needs a minute before you start to touch him again , he needs to make sure he's grounded and sometimes when you touch him he falls back into headspace.

Tell him you love him lots.

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𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐀 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋!

DAY 18: DRY ORGASM

With: Yuuta Okkotsu

Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings: Sub! Yuuta, gn! reader, multiple orgasm, sorta mentions of cnc? idk, "breeder balls" are used in a silly goofy way, pregnancy mentioned, yuuta cums a total of six times, unrealistic portrayal of dry orgasms.

A/N: i almost named this fic breeder balls just to mess with all you guys. kinktober is driving me crazy

“It will be fun. C’mon, just trust me!” You tease, pressing kisses along Yuuta’s neck while he sighs. You sit behind him, hands resting on his stomach while you continue to pepper kisses along his neck. One of his weaker points.

He lets out a shaky breath and then whines gently. “I don’t know…I-It sounds kinda scary.”

“Aw, scary? C’mon, my big, strong, sorcerer boyfriend isn’t afraid of anything,” You quip, teeth grazing his pale skin when you smile into his back.

Your hands begin to roam up and down his body, and he gulps but doesn’t stop you. He does let out a noise of complaint about your choice of words though. “Yknow that isn’t true,” He mumbles out, pouting slightly.

You pinch his nipples, and he lets out a high-pitched squeal before turning to you with a half-hearted glare. “Sorry, they are too cute.”

He sighs, slumping against your chest and closing his eyes. “You're the worst.”

“Aw, you don’t mean that. You love me.”

He glances at you before rolling his eyes and nodding softly. Yeah, he did, even with all your teasing.

“Yuutaaaaa,” You purr, getting back to the main point. “Let’s do it.”

He hums, nodding for you to continue to try to convince him. He was still unsure and slightly nervous at the thought.

“You will look so cute. Haven’t you always wanted to cum like a girl? To have every ounce of cum milked out of you,” You bite his ear, earning a whole body shiver from the boy. “Forced out of you. Till you’re shooting blanks.”

That immmediately perks him up, and he cranes his head backward to look up at you with a sheepish grin. He already feels himself growing hard.

“F-Forced?”

You grin.

“No more! No more! Please!” He screeches, tears and drool coating his face and falling onto the sheets below him. He was heaving, and he feels like every inch of his body was covered in cum. His thighs and stomach were so sticky, and he was unbelievably sweaty.

Shaky legs try to crawl forward, away from your tortuous hands, but he ultimately fails. You use one arm to grab him by the waist and pull him back. “Where do you think you are going?”

He lets out a pathetic “Noooo!” as his fingers drag along the sheets back toward you. His thighs shake as he tries to hold his body up, and he buries his face into a pillow.

You hum to yourself, sitting cross-legged and fully clothed, contrasting your lover’s naked body. His knees straddle your legs, giving you a perfect sight of his ass and easier access to pull him back whenever he tries to crawl away.

His thighs, stomach, balls, and even your hand were coated with his cum, and is beginning to dry up from how long its been. But nevertheless, your hands continue to work at his cock, pulling it slightly downward so that it hangs between his open legs.

Yuuta lets out a choking noise, a mix between a gargle and a yelp, and suddenly he is cumming again. He doesn’t say anything as his orgasm comes crashing upon him again, but you weren’t surprised – he went borderline nonverbal after the third one.

His chest rises and falls with his rapid breathing, and you watch his whole body tense up. His tears stain the pillow, and his mouth hangs open in a silent scream. The only thing that showed that he was in pleasure was the way his nails dug into the sheets as if he wanted to tear them apart from how intense the sensation was.

You frown through it all, and watch two globs of cum slide down your finger. His legs give out, and he begins to slump on the bed, but you are quick to grab him and hold his waist up with your arm. “Am I–Did I? Are we d-done?” He stutters, his voice raw from his previous screams and cries. You hear him sniffle and watch the way a shaky arm rubs at his nose.

You lightly slap his thigh. “Nope. Almost there, Yuuta! The next one will definitely be dry. Think I got the last couple of drops,” You say, pointing to his cum staining your hand.

He looks up at you with wide, fearful eyes and starts squirming in your hold. “No! I can’t go anymore. A-And you said that the last couple of times!” He screeches, legs kicking out like a toddler throwing a tantrum, trying desperately to run away from your hold.

Your hands remain on his waist, and you move your body aside so that he doesn’t accidentally kick you with his frantic, panicked movements. His dick was raw at this point, and every muscle was trembling. He couldn’t go again – he was exhausted, completely pushed to his limits.

“Hey, hey, hey. Relax. This time I'm really sure! How many times have you ejaculated?”

He pauses for a moment, gulping as he thinks back to the previous events. “I think after that…Five times?”

You giggle at him, and the sound makes him tense up. Whenever he is put in these positions, and you laugh, it never is a good sign for him. “Woah, Yuuta, you really have a lot of cum stored up. I’ve heard that most men go dry after their third one…Don’t tell me your pent up?” You babble, passing time to hopefully let his body rest for a moment. Overstimulating him would probably kill the dark-haired boy.

He sniffles again, and then furrows his eyes and turns back toward you. “Im not, though. Came two days ago, remember?”

You think back to the night and chuckle fondly. “Yeah, I guess your right. Guess my lovely boyfriend just has breeder balls.” You laugh at yourself from the ridiculous word.

His mouth hangs open at your crude words, and he turns a bright shade of pink. Immediately, he tries to scramble out of your hold again, but you just laugh at his flustered noises. “Why would you say something like that? So embarrassing…And no, I don’t,” Your boyfriend complains, shaking his head back and forth to execute his point.

You hum to yourself, content that he has finally calmed down again, at least enough to put up and actively respond to your teasing words.

“Bet you could get any girl pregnant,” You continue to coax, mind drifting off from your words to return to your original motive. You begin to situate yourself again, hands moving back to the task at hand.

“Stop it, please! It’s so,” He groans into the pillow, unaware that you have begun to stand up. “I don’t know! Just sto–” Suddenly, his head is being forced into the pillow, and your hand is back onto his cock. Your movements are rough and fast, and his whole body seems to short-circuit.

Yuutas eyes widen as he feels the back of your hand pin his head into the pillow, and he feels your hands wrap around his dick again. He doesn’t even have time to react, except for a surprised yelp. By the time his brain catches up to the sensation, you have already palmed him four times now, and he is so sensitive. “W-Wait!” He begs, tears resurfacing.

The sound of your hand wrapping around his red cock is lewd. Loud squelching sounds fill the room, and he knows that the wetness is from his previous cum. It makes your head spin, and Yuuta wants to die from embarrassment.

Your hand finally lets go of his neck, and he pulls away immediately, gasping out for air. His back arches, and he begins his clawing at the bedsheets again. “F-Fuck,” Your lover whimpers, tears free streaming again.

His cock feels raw by now. Five orgasms in a row was an insane amount to him. The farthest he had gone before this was three, before he was forced to call it quits, or else risking him passing out. Right now, his mind seemed to be melting from the harsh feeling.

You have to support his body still by hoisting his hips upward. His forehead touches the sheets, and his bangs cover his face as he looks downward. It was almost disappointing that you couldn’t see his pretty expressions, but from what you could see by his sporadic movements, Yuuta was crumbling.

It hurt. Your hands were too rough. The pace was too intense. He can’t think anymore. His mouth hangs open, and his tongue threatens to loll out. All he can hear is your hands and his cum, and honestly, although he hates to admit it, it was spurring him closer to his orgasm.

Just one more. He can do that. He can cum one more time. Everything in him pleads for it to be dry, because he may seriously die if he has to go a seventh round.

So, with everything in him, he begins to grind into your hand, trying to coax his orgasm to come quicker. He lets out a silent scream, and he furrows his eyes shut but doesn’t stop fucking back into your hand.

You watch with amusement at the trembling boy’s movements. He was trying his best, and it was honestly quite cute. Just for him, you pick up the pace of your hand movements.

The reaction to it is immediate – the muscular body curls over on itself as he heaves. You bring him closer to you, now using both hands to jack him off, hoping he doesn’t collapse just for a couple more seconds.

Yuuta’s eyes roll back, and he can faintly hear your encouragements. “C’mon, love. Just one more. Cum for me one more time.”

He bites onto the pillow and nods his head, unable to give you a reply. He can feel his orgasm approaching, and frankly, it scared him. It was going to be a strong one, he could tell, and he was unsure if his body was able to take it. He was already shaking at this point, could his muscles really constrict one more time? He could barely hold himself up.

He doesn’t have time to dwell on it, because his orgasm hits him out of the blue. For the first time since his second orgasm, Yuuta screams into the pillow. His thighs come squeezing together, and his fingers dig into anything they can grab. Tears continue to rush down his face, and he tries his best to breathe.

His knees come forward, and accidentally, he raises his hips higher into the air, creating a pretty arch in his back. You watch, mesmerized by the show, and then glance at his cock.

Not a single drop of cum is let out. You grin, and rub his thighs, coaxing him through it all, proud of him.

He slumps against the bed and this time you let him. Then, he very slowly turns to you, eyes cloudy. “I–I?” He tries, brain not catching up with him.

“Yep, good job. Came dry. I’m so proud of you.”

He gives you a lazy, but satisfied grin, nodding slightly. You crawl over to him, sitting down next to his head. He places his near-limp hand on your knee, and you hold onto it. “Guess…Guess I–No breeder balls for me,” He mumbles in full seriousness, as if he is proud of the fact.

You have to cover your mouth to refrain from laughing too loud. You place your head over his eyes, shutting them for him. “Guess not. Sleep, Yuuta.”

“Yeah, yeah. I know.” He falls asleep not even a minute later. You don’t blame him.

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raitonsfw · 3 months

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jjk men: sub edition

characters: gojo satoru, geto suguru, okkotsu yūta, kamo chōsō, & sukuna ryōmen.

warnings: 18+ mdni, smut, fem!reader, gn!reader (gojo), sub!characters, vibrating sex toys (gojo's and geto's), face riding (yuta's), pegging (choso's), refusal to submit (sukuna's), whining, whimpering, pleading, begging, dirty talk, bondage (gojo's), p in v intercourse (geto [riding] & sukuna [mating press]), anal sex (choso's obvi), slight rim play (gojo's), degrading & praising, pet names, gojo selfishly whines, geto can't keep his composure, okkotsu loves you, choso's completely fucked out, sukuna shares a body with itadori (& doesn't care about your kinks), fyi the reader isn't very dominant (more neutral, maybe i'll write another one of these with a dom!reader later on)

a/n: this came about 'cause of some hate from an anon about me writing satoru gojo whimpering & that men shouldn't whimper or moan? next time, be a dear and send it off anon? i'll answer you more thoroughly that way. i love having the option that is 'write to spite'. wc: 3.2k total. m.list

divider credit: @hitobaby

❝𝐬𝐮𝐛!𝐠𝐨𝐣𝐨 𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮…❞ who isn’t really all that submissive– at least not on the surface. in public his exterior shone a haughty personality but in the midst of silk sheets, he whined like a little bitch.

soft whines of ‘please, baby…’ and ‘r-right there– yes…’ as you moved the vibrator towards the tip of his cock. he was sitting up against the headboard, his knees slightly bent and his bright eyes were glued on your hand that held the small pink wand.

you knew gojo quite well, the man could withstand almost anything sorcery related; curses expelling out left and right, best friends turned enemies– but he couldn’t handle the juddering feeling of a sex toy. he’d practically short-circuit. his entire body would freeze up as you ran it along the side of his thigh, a dulled lust sinking within his eyes and suddenly his cock would be rock hard.

you’d watch as his legs would spread open for you, a quiet obedience held within the air and you’d hum in content as he let you shed his trousers and boxers. and holy shit, it was so intoxicating to take in how fucking hard he got just from the slight indication of the vibrator buzzing up his thigh.

he wouldn’t be quiet for long though, no– that was just for show. as soon as your hand grabbed at his flushed cock, a choked gasp would follow and a bunch of pleas would spill out of his mouth like a waterfall.

“need the toy– give me the toy…”

“y/n, baby…sweetheart– c’mon...”

“please, don’t want your hand right now–”

“‘m sorry, i’m so sorry– fuck-!”

and despite his empty words (and the rushed apology when he vaguely realized his mistake), the vibrator would be set to the near highest setting. ‘cause there was something so hot watching him squirm from such a delicate thing, bulleting at an overstimulating press firsthand.

god, you could get drunk off of his whimpers and cries as they spilled from his mouth every time you ran the vibrator over a vein on the underside of his cock… his jolts of pleasure when you upped the setting by a hair as he was so sensitive and even the slightest change would send him spiraling… the constant clenching and unclenching of his fists within the confines of his blindfold– courtesy of you tying it that way.

you had the right mind not to edge him, his voice pitching higher and higher each second you ran the droning sensation over his slit, precum slathering the toy. his chest rose and fell quickly as you switched the settings to a different rhythm, his back arching out towards you and his cock bobbing against his tummy with a loud whine escaping him.

his head had knocked back into the headboard with his eyelids fluttering closed, a fucked out expression washing over his face as his thighs trembled– as his whole body trembled in front of you. you knew he was close; the tiny whimpers felling long with each stroke of the toy and the way his muscles tightened in his stomach with each roll of his hips as he desperately feigned for more friction.

which led you to take a quick gamble– and press the toy right against his rim.

you didn’t even have time to replace your hand on his cock as he painted his shirt white. long spurts decorated it, nearly up to his chin and you hummed softly to yourself as you pumped him through his release, your name heavy on his lips as he rode it out. you cooed out praises as he bucked into your hand, dribbling the rest of his cum all over it with small pants filling the room.

and as soon as he came down, his hands were slipping from his blindfold and pinning you underneath him– it was your turn now.

❝𝐬𝐮𝐛!𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮…❞ who’s slightly submissive– but knows how to keep his composure. it wasn’t often you got to see him needy, the man wasn’t exactly enthralled in giving you a show; so instead of begging for what he needed, he did everything in his power to please you.

the most he’d give you were tiny hums from the constant drag of his cock as you rode him, his eyes rolling in the back of his head. when he had the pleasure of cumming inside you – when he could because you’d fall apart against him in mere minutes – you’d hear the most sinful whimpers bare from his throat, his hands gripping your hips as he gasped for breath.

you couldn’t escape the cuddling afterwards either, the quiet contented sighs that captured you whole as he worked his body around yours in a tight embrace when the stars fell away from your eyelids. his mind would be reeling with the aftermath, still painfully hard in his boxers since he didn’t finish; but you came on his cock and that’s all that mattered to him.

but there were just some days where he needed you more than ever – and the aching pleasure of his cock spasming inside you – a pliant buzz reigning him in as he heard you come home. his arms would wrap around your waist as you’d toss your keys onto the kitchen counter and you’d feel his breath fan against your ear as he spoke, a slight whine etched in his voice.

“y/n, come to the bedroom with me…”

“ah–! shit… please?”

“need you tonight… can’t wait any longer–”

“gotta be inside you– right now.”

and you thought it was the usual routine, you laid out underneath him with his cock driving into you like no tomorrow. but as you were pulled into the bedroom, the box of sex toys you shared with him had been dumped over the bed and you realized his neediness and the sound that droned lightly from him– the vibrating cock ring was missing.

you weren’t exactly sure if geto ever acted submissive in his life, never really wanting to push him too far as he already did so much for you; he never seemed bothered by the lack of reciprocation. but when he came home with the cock ring and your life sure flipped a sudden switch, your collected man reduced to nothing but a puddle as you drove him to the edge over and over again.

as you fully sank onto his cock, his ring would vibrate against your folds and you’d sigh out in relief when you noticed his face screwed up in pleasure– and pain as he was already so close to his godforsaken orgasm. needy– fucking desperate whines would leak from his mouth as you bounced lightly on him, some hiccuped noises escaping him and– oh? he might cry.

his hair was splayed out on the pillows, some of it stuck to his sweaty shoulders as the corners of his eyes brimmed with tears, his hands clutching onto you for dear life. he wouldn’t say anything, too drunk off of the overstimulation of your pussy and the vibrations pushing him over the edge; except he couldn’t cum yet. not until you took off the cock ring and honestly, did you really want to?

this was one of the only times you saw this side of him after all.

you eventually let him cum, pulling off his cock to ease the ring off while instructing him softly not to cum until he was inside you. and he’d be damned if he didn’t shoot off inside you, holding himself back for all of ten seconds before the feeling of your walls warm around him pushed him over– you felt him twitch inside you and a lengthy moan accompanied as he tried his best to pull you close into him through it.

he stole kisses from you afterwards, his demeanor returning to the same old facade he encased himself in and you wondered if you buy him vibrating beads– what would that do to him?

❝𝐬𝐮𝐛!𝐨𝐤𝐤𝐨𝐭𝐬𝐮 𝐲𝐮𝐭𝐚…❞ who is just the right amount of submissive. he would quiver at the faintest feel of your fingers ghosting his cock as he knelt before you. his eyes would be nearly blown wide, taking in your composure as his falls away when you bend down eye level to him.

he’d know better than to buck into your hand like a poor puppy, desperate for any friction you could give him as his fingers reach out to grip at your clothing. and he wouldn't even realize he broke a rule as he repeated in his brain ‘don’t thrust’ into the warmth of your palm.

as you backed away, you’d notice the tears that pricked the corners of his eyes, the pout that would cross his face when he tried to retrace his movements– and then his mouth would be going a mile a minute with apologies.

“baby… i’m sorry! i’ll be good, i promise– i won’t touch you again.”

“please… forgive me? use me to get off…”

and that wasn’t a bad idea in your eyes as you thought it over, squatting back up to let him breathe. god, he was so pliant with you, complete putty– pulled and stretched out for you. his cock curved up towards his tummy as it stood proudly from the confines of his jujutsu uniform; he was so excited he didn’t even care to unzip his zipper, he just pulled himself out ‘cause you told him to.

as you finally allowed him up onto the space of the bed after his relentless regret, a muffled ‘thank you’ spilled from his lips before you could even position yourself onto his face and you clutched the headboard to steady yourself; because he wasn’t allowed to touch– and he sure knew that as he was chanting it in his mind.

he needed you to use him, to just sit right on his tongue and ride him mercilessly; it’s what he deserves for breaking one of your rules. but you were nice, you weren’t mean with your punishments and honestly this seemed more like a reward for him. he was manipulative, that one– you had to be careful as he could get you to do anything for him with just a glassy eyed look and a pout.

his hands grasped at the sheets for leverage as you sat down against him, his tongue not hesitating in the slightest to swipe over the swell of your clit and you huffed out a relieved moan. you didn’t falter, your hips rolling against his mouth with the shock of warm pleasure flowing through your body. and he reciprocated your moans, humming gently into you as he lapped at your arousal trickling against the tip of his tongue.

and all he wanted to do was touch you – bury his fingers inside you and fuck the life out of you – anything for his girl. but he knew the moment he moved his fingers from the threaded sheets, you’d pull off with a whine falling from his lips. god, did he want to please you– and he wanted it in return; his cock was aching even as it laid against his tummy. he couldn’t take it anymore, between the sweet taste of your slick running down his chin and the insane amount of precum building at the tip of his cock– he begged.

“fuck, please touch me… won’t cum til you say so, i swear–”

“just need your hands on me, y/n honey… l-love you so much– god, thank you.”

when you leaned back to pull him off, your other hand feathered into his hair and you caught a glimpse of his dark rimmed eyes staring back up with such profound desire– you just knew he wouldn’t last more than a few seconds.

❝𝐬𝐮𝐛!𝐤𝐚𝐦𝐨 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐨…❞ who takes the cake for being the most submissive slut known to man. when you sunk into him the first time with the strap nudging into him subtly, he couldn’t help but let out a choked whimper. he would be so fucking full– his rim clenching harshly around you and you’d coo at him; some praises that did you no good as he could barely hear you through the pounding rush of blood in his ears.

you couldn’t even begin to fathom the drunk passion you felt for this boy, arching his back for you as you started to ease yourself in all the way– it was fucking insane and you weren’t even the one with your nerves on fire. he’d grip at the sheets with a wanton moan, pushing back onto the strap with eager hips and it took everything in you not to collapse onto him with the heated arousal you felt in your cunt.

you’d be on your toes, basically straddling the poor boy’s hips, your hands flush against his waist to keep you steady and all you’d hear was ‘more, please… i can take it–! need you to move.’ christ, you haven’t even gotten your bearings yet and he’s begging for you to pound him into the fucking mattress.

his spiked hair wouldn’t be in their usual ponytails, it sleeked down the back of his neck and soon, it was going to be balled up in your palms while you fucked the living shit out of him.

once you actually rolled your hips into his tight hole, a broken moan flew out of his mouth and his head drooped down onto the side of the bed. his entire body shook in pleasure as you thrusted into him shallowly, hushed pants coming from him as his cock dripped onto the sheets beneath you.

you noticed his cock rather quickly– and how neglected it looked, hanging between his legs with a reddened flush and you snaked your hand underneath him to tug at it a bit, earning a repressed whimper that was muffled in the sheets he buried his face into. before you knew it, your hips found a rhythm you were content with and one he was ecstatic with, his body jolting upwards with every stroke of his cock and bruising of your strap.

you knew you nailed his prostate when his head snapped up, his entire body shuddering around you. his moan was so sharp in your ears, it delved straight towards spine and you threaded your fingers into his hair with the words ‘good boy, that’s it… that’s the spot?’ leaking from your mouth in a soft tone. to which he nodded, a heavy need carving out his common sense and replacing it with nothing whines and whimpers.

‘soo good, thankyouthankyouthankyou–’

‘right there, keep going…’

and you did, even when you noticed his tongue loll out of his mouth– the fucked out expression blatant on his face as you pulled his head back to look at you. his violet eyes were watery, his mouth completely open in near silent moans as you pounded into him now, and you swore you saw a blood tear drip from his mark as he squeezed his eyes shut through a particular thrust. and now he begged for you, pleaded like no tomorrow as you fucked him senseless; his entire mind clouded with nothing but ecstasy.

‘am i being a good boy? please– tell me i’m being a good boy for you…’

‘fuck me harder, yeah– yes… shit–! so close…’

as he came around the strap, you watched in awe– ropes of cum spurting against the sheets and harsh gasps filled the air as you kissed down his back with your hands massaging his waist through the heavy orgasm. you ran a quick finger down his spine, reveling in the way he trembled against you as you pulled out of him.

you wouldn’t even talk to him properly afterwards, just tiny adorations; because you knew as soon as he came to, he’d be out like a light.

❝𝐬𝐮𝐛!𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐮𝐧𝐚 𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧…❞ who isn’t submissive at all. the king of curses didn’t have a submissive bone in his body– completely overtaken by the dominant hull. you’ve tried to make him submit – more than once – but it never worked out in your favor.

your hands would delve towards his shoulders to pin him down as you rode him– well, tried to ride him as his cock pounded up into you harshly– but you’d be thrown off in an instant, a mating press following suit so you couldn’t move underneath him.

you’d whine for him to take you more than once in a single night, in pursuit of overstimulating him– but you failed to realize just how much stamina he had and you ultimately ended up being the one overstimulated with your cunt stuffed full of his cum each and every time.

there were some days where he played along with your endeavors to be nice. sometimes a quiet whine would fill his throat before replacing it with hefty growls and grunts while you sucked his cock. and other times he’d let you have the upper hand for more than a half a second, reveling in the way your body moved against him to try to overtake him.

your tits would bounce right in his face and it made him think twice– he almost begged for them, wanting nothing more than to take them into his mouth and litter them red with teeth marks. but that thought left his mind rather quickly as your cunt pressed warmly against his cock, stirring it awake from its confines and it was game over.

there was no way he’d beg for a lowly human.

why would he need to when you gave yourself up to him so easily? you’d practically jump him as soon as he switched with itadori, strong arms holding onto you as you pushed him onto the bed. but of course, he could flip you over in an instant and he would, his cock dragging deliciously along your walls within the next two minutes.

as much as it was fun to watch you squirm and cry about him not letting up his dominance, it also turned him on immensely. his cock would ache inside you as you begged for him to make a needy noise… his eyes would threaten to roll back as you clenched around him in hopes he would show some type of submission… and he’d have to recollect himself when you breathed hot in his ear that he was such a good boy for fucking you so well. why the fuck did that affect him?

but once he grounded himself, you were in trouble– his cock pounding into you with heinous phrases leaking from his mouth. he couldn’t bear to listen to you anymore, the idea drove him insane– a fucking human shouldn’t be calling him wretched pet names like that. so to shut you up, his palm would end up on your mouth and his tongue there would shove straight into it. he just needed to fuck the kink out you, that’s all.

and of course being the curse that he is, once you couldn’t speak, he’d tease (berate) you about your subby needs.

“ah, so you get off on pussy men now?”

“don’t look away from me, doll, answer the question.”

“what– you want me to whine and beg for you like a goddamn pup? i don’t think so.”

“now hold your legs open ‘n take my cock… like a normal fucking human.”

yeah, you tried and all it got you was a sore cunt each time, unable to walk without a bit of a wobble– his devilish smirk and targeted eyes followed you every step of the way before he relinquished his form to itadori in the morning.

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a/n: wanna get tagged in future writing posts? join my taglist!

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entirelytoooobsessed · 5 months

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shy horny yuuta😫😫

inspired by this audio (tagged w afab reader bc speaker does mention listener being afab)

poor baby that doesn't touch himself nearly enough, taking a cold shower when he gets a boner because it's too embarrassing to touch himself.

getting all pent up until he really, really can't help it anymore.

his pretty little head going completely blank when he touches himself, voice cracking off into the whiniest little whimpers as the slick sounds of his pre-cum filling the room.

everything that's been building up slowly unravelling as the seconds tick by, every though of being used by you, of being touched by you, of being taken care of by you running rampant in a the cloudy haze of his head.

playing with his sensitive tip, imagining the way you'd touch him, imagining it was your fingers tracing along the veins of his dick, making his mind melt into mush.

the way your lips would feel around him, warm and soft and driving him absolutely insane, batting his hands away with a glare when he tries to hold your head.

he can't help himself. can't hold it in any longer.

imagining the way you'd kiss him right after, tasting the bitter tang of his own cum as your tongue presses against his, depositing into his mouth, forcing him to swallow it.

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aqoilaq · 6 months

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boys who can't last :(( + fem!reader

warnings: dacryphilia, overstimulation, unprotected sex, choking, sub!character

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you just felt too good! poor baby can't help cumming too fast :(( so, he insists you train him so he can be good and perfect for you.

"f-fuck, mommy. 'ts too much," he whimpers, shaking as your hips move up and down his cock. small hands rested on his defined abs. his body almost twice the size of yours, yet the control you had over him was almost laughable, he was completely at your dispense. a stopwatch was on the bed next to you, it read, "0:00:17" his hands moved to clutch the bed sheets, knuckles turning a pale white.

"baby, it's only been 17 seconds, that's fucking pathetic!" you laugh, a hand wrapping around his pretty neck decorated with love bites from earlier. he whimpered loudly, his cock twitching inside you. the lack of air coupled with the stimulation was just too much :(

"c-cumming!!" he yelped.

as you felt his warm load fill you up, you sighed, disappointed. "17 seconds, you're not improving."

"i- im sorry, 'm js so sensitive. you feel so warm and tight i can't help it!" tears began welling up in his eyes, desperate for your forgiveness, your validation.

desperate sorry's leave his lips as his dick slips out of your cunt. you lean down and kiss his tip, "it's okay! we can try again, do better this time" you say before you envelope his overstimulated cock in your mouth, his body shaking and squirming,

"lov- love you so much... I always need you. you're mine, all mine" he whimpers.

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Satoru Gojo, Megumi Fushiguro, Yuuta Okkotsu, Armin Arlert, Geto Suguru

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kuupidon · 5 months

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𝖵𝖨𝖲𝖴𝖠𝖫 𝖫𝖨𝖭𝖪𝖲

porn links!!! most of them being sub! (and aged up in some cases) characters

warnings: edging, anal play, bondage, foot fetish(?), public humilation/exhibitionist, dry hump, hand job, thigh job, face ridding, bdsm in general, cumshot, sadism

NSFW under the cut

JUJUSTU KAISEN

Gojo Satoru: {1} {2} {3}

Fushiguro Megumi: {1} {2} {3} {4}

Itadori Yuuji: {1} {2} {3}

Inumaki Toge: {1} {2} {3}

Okkotsu Yuta: {1} {2} {3}

Kento Nanami: {1} {2}

if they don't work try using a pc!

#jjk #sub jjk #sub character #visual links #yuji itadori #megumi fushiguro #gojo satoru #inumaki toge #yuta okkotsu #nanami kento #jjk characters #jjk smut

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fairyofjaeyun · 2 years

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Kinda late but what about bondage with nct 127?

no you are just in time!

so let’s start with the obvious answer: taeyong. I mean how many chokers and straps have they put on him?? too many to count because he looks pretty in them and he knows he looks pretty in them. he also loves feeling hopeless and powerless and that his pleasure is in your hands. bondage literally gives you complete control over him and he loves that all he has to do is lay there and look pretty. I can see him experimenting with shibari rope to see which knots and ties look best on him. don’t be afraid to take pics of him restrained and looking desperate, as well.

I also pick yuta not only because he looks pretty in them too, but because he loves a good challenge. he’s very touchy so he’ll often need to be tied up, but he’ll still look at you all cocky the entire time and taunt you. asking you if he’s been bad or if he’s being punished. it’s all an act to see how mean you can be with him. if you’ll pull on his cuffs, gag him, tie rope around his cock, drag him by a leash, anything that’ll break him into your masochist slave <33

#delivery {🍣}#kink game #sub!taeyong #sub!yuta #sub!nct #sub!nct127 #sub!idol #sub!kpop #dom!reader #dom!fem!reader

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imrllytootiredforthis · 4 months

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Sub!yuta okkotsu agenda has me in a chokehold rn but there are not that many fics so could you recommend some ? 🖐️🤤

LOVE SUB YUUTA, just let me concur a list of my faves for you rq! some of these are with yuuta and maki but it's still dom reader in all of them

- weekend- maki x yuta x reader

by my bae, @hyunjinissopretty<3, so yummy i wish i could eat it🤤

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-Photogenic and Simulator

by @tinytreatsworld, these are so damn good too, probably some of my fave sub yuuta fics

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-Granted by fate and bunnyboy, also unnamed (virgin yuuta)

by @darlingpwease

❥❥❥❥

-Chew toy and Guilty pleasure

by @starrierknight

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-unnamed (fic abt yuuta sucking a strap😫) and Like a girl

by @mysicklove, i literally died and came back to life multiple times while reading these, good lord😫

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-his girlfriend (also maki x yuuta x reader) and shy horny yuuta (the audio-the fucking audio)

by @entirelytoooobsessed

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-unnamed (fic abt eating out afab yuuta w a new tongue piercing)

by @kokonoihell (legit never felt so sad to have a tongue piercing without yuuta to hold his legs up and let me use it on him😔)

❥❥❥❥

there definitely a whole lot more amazing fics out there with sub yuuta, these are just some of my favourites that i have liked, reblogged or in my drafts that i thought i reblogged but never did😭

#inbox💌#hard thoughts #dom reader #sub jjk #sub yuuta #sub yuta #yuuta x reader #yuuta smut #jjk smut

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starrierknight · 7 months

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𝟎𝟎𝟔. 𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐭𝐲 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞

“It is always pleasant to divulge a secret under dramatic circumstances.” ― Thomas Burnett Swann, Day of the Minotaur

MASTERLIST | KINKTOBER 23' | AO3

wc— 5.2k

pairing— dom!gn!reader x pervy!sub!yuuta

cws/tags— dubcon, frottage, exhibitionism, humiliation, dirty talk, petnames: “pervert” + “perv” + “sicko” + “baby”, allusions to masturbation, yuuta fantasises a lot about unprotected sex, blood mention (poor baby bites his lip so hard it bleeds lmfao)

"The train from Tokyo Central to Hakodate, Hokkaido is now boarding. Please mind the gap between the train and the platform,” the announcement resonated through the draughty platform.

The automated doors of the sleek train parted, revealing a glimpse into a modern, comfortable journey awaiting those ready to step aboard. Yuuta confidently stepped onto the waiting train, a courteous gesture to allow fellow travellers to board before him. With a clear destination in mind, he turned to you, his eyes focused on the distant end of the train.

"We're sitting in the front car," he mentioned, his voice steady amidst the rising excitement of the journey ahead.

As the train's doors smoothly closed, Yuuta shifted his attention forward, his gaze fixated on the world beyond the glass. The train came to life, its mechanical rumble filling the air, while filtered evening sunlight spilled in through the windows, casting a gentle glow on the carriage's interior.

Yuuta settled himself in the middle of a spacious bench seat, leaving the window seat invitingly vacant for you. As you joined him, taking your place by the window, the train continued its rhythmic journey. More passengers gradually found their spots around you, their movements accompanied by footsteps, hushed conversations, and the rustling of clothing—a blend of sounds that marked the end of a long day at work.

The train, brimming with commuters in the midst of rush hour, boasted only a scattering of available seats. Despite the packed atmosphere, Yuuta remained composed, his gaze unwavering and fixed on the journey ahead. Occasionally, he stole fleeting glances at you. Amidst the murmur of weary conversations from fellow passengers, a quiet and comfortable silence settled between you and Yuuta.

As the train came to a halt at the next station, a handful of individuals disembarked, creating a momentary lull in the ambience. The doors slid closed once more, and the train resumed its course, the tranquillity of the moment returning. Yuuta remained in his introspective quietude, occasionally breaking it with those gentle, affectionate glances in your direction, as if looking for a reason to break the silence and speak.

The train eased into a new station, and a pregnant woman, accompanied by her young son, stepped into the bustling carriage. You rose from your seat, gently prompting Yuuta to do the same. Together, you offered your seats to the woman and her son. During this exchange, Yuuta's gaze shifted down to you, silently acknowledging your actions. He didn't need words to convey his appreciation, and he smiled faintly at you.

As the train smoothly departed from the station, Yuuta returned his attention to the passing scenery beyond the window. The surrounding crowd seemed inconsequential as he remained lost in his contemplation. After a few moments of silence, he eventually broke it, turning to you with a gentle inquiry.

"How long is the journey?" he asked, his eyes meeting yours, a subtle curiosity reflecting in his expression. The anticipation of the ride ahead sparkled in his eyes.

Because of the crowded train carriage, Yuuta stood in close proximity behind you, giving you a comforting sense of warmth and presence as you held on to the overhead railing for support. The smooth metal felt cool against your touch, the sensation sending a shiver of familiarity up your arm.

"We’re at the end of the line," you responded, your eyes momentarily shifting from the advertisements that adorned the opposite wall, reflecting a hint of boredom in your tone.

Yuuta made a conscious effort to maintain a respectful distance, ensuring there was no inadvertent contact between you two, despite the closeness dictated by the crowded space. He didn't react overtly to your answer, though his curiosity seemed to grow.

“And how long will that take?” he asked again, a touch more emotion audible in his voice this time.

You let out a sigh, exasperation tinting your response, "Longer than I’d like."

With the ongoing influx of passengers into the carriage, the space shifted and necessitated adjustments in your positioning. The confined space pressed everyone together, including you and Yuuta. Your back found the support of his solid, firm chest—a closeness that the packed environment demanded.

Yuuta's hands remained steadfastly at his sides, a conscious effort to maintain a respectful distance. His face remained fixed forward, the slightest lift of his brows in response to your answer. The close proximity heightened his awareness, the warmth from his body mingling with the confined train atmosphere. A subtle shiver coursed down his spine, a reaction to the unexpected closeness and the incidental skin-to-skin contact. Despite the rising warmth, he fought to maintain his composure.

With the train's gradual departure and the influx of more passengers, the confines of the carriage pressed you even closer. Yuuta grappled with an unexpected rush of emotions, his face feeling the heat, though masked by the cool air inside the train. His usual reserve was tested by this newfound closeness, a rarity in his experience. He struggled to find words, his body's reactions momentarily beyond his control.

As the journey continued, Yuuta turned his head toward you, his gaze gently lowered due to the difference in height. There was a shift in his expression this time, the curiosity from earlier replaced by a quiet introspection.

Yuuta fought to maintain his composure, though his body betrayed him as it started to warm under the circumstances. His face tinged with a delicate shade of red, a reaction he wasn't entirely accustomed to.

The train's journey persisted, the rhythmic movement a backdrop to the silent interplay between you and Yuuta. He continued to steal glances in your direction, a small, genuine smile briefly gracing his features, only to be quickly hidden beneath a veil of bashfulness as his face flushed even more.

As the carriage grew increasingly packed, the situation became more intimate than either of you would have preferred. You could sense his silent discomfort mingling with the annoyance you both shared at the lack of personal space. The circumstances left you exasperated, your ass pressed to his thighs, the close quarters an unavoidable inconvenience, all you could do was sigh, silently resigned to the circumstances.

Yuuta's internal struggle was palpable, evident in the way he discreetly bit his lip, his flushed face betraying the rising sensations within him. Despite his best efforts to maintain composure and not appear improper, his eyes involuntarily widened, his face growing even redder. He desperately sought to concentrate on anything other than the intimate contact between your ass and his groin, choosing to keep his gaze fixed forward, hoping to downplay the significance of the situation.

The relentless closeness between you and Yuuta became increasingly challenging for him to dismiss as a mere inconvenience. The sensations were undeniable, and as the train slowed once more, he remained stoic and silent, unwilling to draw any attention to his internal turmoil. The predicament was much more intriguing than he had anticipated, causing his thoughts to drift into forbidden territory. Despite this internal battle, he showed remarkable restraint… For the time being.

The train carriage gracefully manoeuvred around a sharp corner, prompting the train itself to sway, and your body moved in sync with its motion. Unintentionally, your ass gently brushed against him, causing a subtle but noticeable reaction from Yuuta. His eyebrows lifted in surprise, despite his attempt to divert his attention from the unfolding situation. The warmth of embarrassment rushed to his face, painting it a deep shade of crimson as he felt the pressure of your form against his.

Despite his efforts to suppress these feelings, they danced at the edges of his consciousness, impossible to fully disregard. It was a ritual that repeated each time the train swerved, bringing your bodies in close contact, and each time it did, a subtle yet undeniable pleasure coursed through him. He struggled to contain the burgeoning smile, taming it as best as he could, not wanting to reveal the extent of his newfound delight.

Yuuta's eyes widened, nearly bulging out of their sockets from the unexpected sensation. A surge of joy coursed through him, a pleasure he struggled to suppress, conflicted between proprietary and desire. Though he tried to feign disgust, the allure of the moment was too powerful to ignore. His focus shifted entirely to the thoughts that now consumed his mind, stealing glances in your direction. The blush on his face deepened.

Amidst the swaying of the train and the accidental closeness, Yuuta maintained an uneasy silence. Each time the train veered, the sensation of you brushing against him sent his thoughts racing into a realm he wished to resist. He was keenly aware of the growing tightness in his boxers, and that familiar ache between his thighs. He pressed himself closer to you, taking a deep breath and praying that none of the other passengers could see his ever-hardening erection. He grappled with the impulses that urged him towards regrettable actions, a battle fought within the confines of his conscience.

Your sorcerer's uniform concealed most of your frame, leaving room for his imagination to wander. Though only a few details were visible, they ignited his imagination—he was imagining the ways he could grab your body, hold it, and do what he wanted with it. To kiss it, to fill it, to cum inside—

No. No, no, no. He was your friend! You two were friends! He couldn’t be thinking about you like this in public… Not when he already spent so many long nights thinking about you in private, wishing his hands felt as good as you.

Yuuta found himself teetering on the edge of a captivating fantasy, the reality of your proximity and the sensations it evoked pulling him deeper into a daydream. Amidst the train's rhythmic motion and the ambient sounds of the journey, he discreetly observed the other passengers. It was a symphony of isolation, each individual engrossed in their own world, cocooned by headphones or lost in conversation. The unspoken privacy within the crowded space offered a certain freedom.

Despite the intoxicating allure of his thoughts, Yuuta remained steadfast in his restraint. His arms stayed resolutely at his sides, a testament to his self-control. The battle between his desires and his respect for boundaries waged within, a silent struggle he kept hidden from the oblivious world around him.

With each calculated movement, Yuuta inched his body closer to yours. He couldn't deny the proximity anymore, the warmth of his breath brushing against your ear, sending shivers down your spine. His hands, once firmly at his sides, were now daringly moving towards your hips, guided by the unspoken tension in the air.

As his internal debate reached its peak, a moment of decision loomed on the horizon. But would it really be so bad to give in? No one would notice, you knew him well enough and probably wouldn’t mind, right? It wouldn’t be that bad? No, surely not… It couldn’t be that bad.

It couldn’t be.

The anticipation hung in the air like an electric charge, as Yuuta's every subtle movement brought him closer to the edge of temptation. The warmth of his breath on your ear sent ripples of sensation through you, and the gradual encroachment of his hands toward your hips intensified the intimacy of the moment. The allure of such an encounter in the crowded train was undeniable, the secrecy couldn’t have been more intoxicating if it tried to be.

As the train continued its journey, Yuuta's internal struggle reached its breaking point. The relentless tug of desire and longing overwhelmed his restraint. With a sudden and decisive movement, his hands reached out and enveloped your midsection, pulling you closer to him. You could feel the rush of heat between you as he pressed your back firmly against his chest, your bodies now completely and intimately entwined.

As the world around you remained oblivious to the newfound intimacy, a mixture of pleasure and guilt washed over Yuuta. He revelled in the closeness and the desire that had taken hold, but a lingering sense of guilt gnawed at the edges of his conscience. Was it truly acceptable to indulge in such an intimate act in public, even if no one seemed to notice?

In that fleeting moment, as the train turned sharply, Yuuta's self-control faltered and he gave in to the rising tide of desire. His arms tightened around you, pulling you even closer. His warm breath grazed your ear, his thoughts a mystery to you.

Sensing the depth of his struggle, you turned to look at him, whispering his name softly in an attempt to ground him. "Yuuta?"

Startled back to the present, his heart raced, and a nervous bead of sweat traced its path down his flushed cheek. The intensity of the moment and your proximity had thrown him into a whirlwind of emotions. Embarrassment coloured his face, but he met your gaze, struggling to find words amidst the haze of desire.

“Um… Yeah?” he whispered back, his voice tinged with a mix of desire and uncertainty. The internal battle continued, the decision of how to proceed weighing heavily on his mind.

"Are you... Getting off right now?" you whispered.

Yuta felt a rush of excitement shoot through him as you spoke. He didn’t know how to answer your question and he just looked at you as you felt him get harder. You could see tears come up in his eyes, but he tried his best to hide them.

“Yeah, I might be,” he answered quietly.

You raised a brow and pressed closer, grinding your ass against his hard-on, but this time it was on purpose. "Does that feel good?" you asked gently.

A suppressed moan escaped his lips, a fleeting revelation of the pleasure that coursed through him. His eyes closed involuntarily, surrendering momentarily to the intensity of the sensations.

Amidst the whirlwind of emotions, your question pierced through the haze, and Yuuta nodded, his response faltering with a mixture of uncertainty and desire. “Y-yeah…”

A faint smile curled on your lips as you whispered, "You're such a pervert," playfully teasing Yuuta. Your words, though whispered, carried a tantalising weight, sinking into his conscience.

The sensation of guilt and shame wrestled with desire and lust within him. He felt conflicted and trapped in the allure of the moment.

“Y-you’re not helping…” he confessed in a hushed tone, his self-control slipping away as the desire surged once more.

A mischievous retort escaped your lips, "You started it.”

His body responded to the increasing intimacy, a natural reaction he struggled to control. Embarrassment painted his features a deeper shade of red, his attempt at a smile tinged with nervousness. He let out a shaky exhale and pressed his crotch deeper against the softnes of your ass, discreetly grinding against it.

As the train continued its rhythmic journey, Yuuta's grip around you tightened, his whole being consumed by the sensations. His trembling arms betrayed the internal struggle he grappled with, torn between the rush of pleasure and the tug of restraint.

You could see the battle in his eyes—the pleasure, the guilt, the desire, all fighting for dominance. The dichotomy of the situation was overwhelming, yet in this chaotic moment, there was a strange connection, a shared unspoken understanding. The voices in Yuuta's head waged their war, one urging caution, the other enticing him to abandon restraint.

"Such a desperate perv, getting off against me in public," you muttered in his ear.

Your whispered words stoked the flames, the desire within Yuuta burning hotter. The intensity of the situation seemed to reach its peak, his face a crimson hue as you described the forbidden act that heightened the pleasure.

Each movement of the train added to the electric atmosphere, fueling the sensations coursing through both of you. Yuuta's grip tightened, his hips pressing against you with a newfound urgency, the pleasure undeniable. He was losing himself in the moment, the world around him fading into a blur.

His focus narrowed, everything else fading into the background as your voice, like a siren's song, filled his senses. In this moment of passion, the decision loomed even larger—to yield to the intoxication of desire or find the strength to pull away and regain control. Yuuta felt an almost magnetic pull towards you, every fibre of his being craving the closeness, the connection.

He could feel the pre-cum dripping down the length of his aching cock, confined by his boxers and layers of clothing. The warm, wet stickiness coated the cotton of his underwear, but he wished more than anything that it was your skin. Oh, how he wished it was your skin pressed against his, his pre painting your skin with his desire—that desire he wanted to spill deep inside you until it leaked down your thighs and stained the sheets.

Your eyes locked, a magnetic force pulling them together, the unspoken understanding between you palpable. Your voice was a whispered seduction, each word igniting a spark of desire that danced through his body. He was teetering on the precipice, the temptation to let go and embrace the pleasure almost overwhelming. The beads of sweat on his forehead were testament to the internal battle he waged.

"Shhh. You don't wanna get caught, do you?" you whispered, your words both a caution and a tantalising invitation.

The his pace quickened, the movement between your bodies becoming more pronounced. Yuuta was losing himself in the sensation, his reservations eroding with every passing second. Desire and shame battled for supremacy. Why must you be such a sweet temptation?

The charged silence between you two spoke volumes, conveying a torrent of unspoken desires and the growing intensity of the moment. Yuuta's voice was trapped, caught in the whirlwind of sensation that enveloped him. You could see the struggle on his face, his lips bitten in a desperate attempt to hold back his desires. His body was a testament to the conflict within, pressing against you with increasing urgency. The rhythm of his hips quickened, the intensity of his breaths rising.

The combination of your words and the heightened sensations sent shivers down Yuuta's spine, his body responding more urgently to the tantalising closeness. Your voice, laced with desire, urged him closer to the edge.

"How close are you?" you murmured, a question that only fueled the fire that raged within him. His breath hitched, the electric current of desire making it difficult for him to form a coherent response.

As his hips moved faster, the culmination of the moment neared its zenith. Yuuta's grip tightened, his fingers leaving a mark on your skin through your clothes. He shuddered as you asked the question, the pleasure mingling with the guilt that still clung to the edges.

"Shhh, don't be so loud. We can't let anyone know about what a pervert you really are," you teased, your words fanning the flames of both passion and secrecy, pushing him further into the depths of his desires.

"I bet you wanna feel me so badly, huh? Some part of you likes having a dirty little secret," you teased, your words stoking the flames of passion.

“Shhh!” Yuuta's quiet groan escaped his lips, his voice a mix of pleasure and urgency. The need for secrecy and the desire for intimacy waged their battle within him. His face was a tapestry of sensations—pleasure, guilt, and the vulnerability of being so close to losing himself in the forbidden.

The train continued its journey, the rhythm of its movement mirroring the rhythm of desire that pulsed through Yuuta. Every passing moment felt like an eternity as the decision he faced loomed closer, the choice between surrendering to the intoxicating passion or finding a way to regain control.

The friction between your bodies heightened, syncing with the rhythm of the train, adding an electrifying intensity to the charged atmosphere. Yuuta's breaths became shallower, his body pulsating in tune with the alluring dance of desire. Your teasing words were a symphony, playing a tune that enticed him further into the depths of his longing. He let out soft groans and moans, the pleasure and guilt entangled, creating a whirlwind of sensations.

“Seeing you all needy has done something to me," you whispered, your voice dripping with a playful allure, the admission of your own desire adding fuel to the fire between his thighs.

He could feel the mounting tension, the pressure building within him as the tantalising dance pushed him closer to the peak. His eyes remained closed, his breath ragged, and his movements more urgent as he ground against you. The sensations overwhelmed him, blurring the lines between reality and desire.

“Shhh… Stop talking,” he pleaded, his voice a mix of desperation and passion. “You’re turning me on…”

A nervous chuckle escaped you. "I bet you wish you could take me here and now, hm?" you teased, adding a layer of exhilarating temptation.

Yuuta's struggle was palpable, his face aflame with embarrassment and desire warring within him. He fought to maintain some semblance of control, attempting to suppress the overwhelming urge that coursed through his body.

“P-please, stop,” he implored, his voice a trembling plea, the battle between his desires and propriety evident.

"You are a sicko, Yuta. It's disgusting... I like it," you whispered, your words a potent cocktail of truth and desire, sending a shiver down his spine.

His body reacted, heat and desire coursing through him. He could feel you pressing against him, the tantalising friction driving him to the edge. He let out a soft whine, the last vestiges of his restraint slipping away. The struggle was all-consuming, the point of no return approaching rapidly.

You snickered. "I bet you'd feel so good inside me, filling me up all the way. You'd look so pretty doing it, too. My dirty little secret.”

He could image it now—the way he would fill everything inch of you, stretching you out as you rode him, your body slicked with sweat. He would paw at your hips and thighs, begging to cum inside and fuck it into you, and you would just deny him, telling him to hold for just that little bit longer. He would moan, his cock would twitch inside you and you would smile down at him wickedly as you used him for your own pleasure.

“Please… Please…” he managed to whisper, the desperation evident in his voice, teetering on the edge of something he had never fully embraced before.

You, too, could sense the culmination of this shared desire, and to protect this secret intimacy. A cough, a subtle cover for his near-moan, drew curious glances from nearby passengers. You offered a sweet smile, a diversion that succeeded in redirecting their attention away from the unfolding scene. They remained indifferent, preoccupied by their own weariness from a long day.

Yuuta's face burned with a mix of embarrassment and desire, the glances from onlookers only adding to the intoxicating rush he felt. He smiled nervously.

His voice, a mere breath, escaped in a desperate plea, “Hngh…! Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck… Please.”

"What are you begging for, perv?" you teased, a challenge that stirred the yearning within him.

To cum inside you. To inside you again and again and again… To feel the way you would tighten around him as you reached your own orgasm, to see your head thrown back with a lust-drunk grin tugging at your lips as he filled you and made you feel good.

The tension in the air was suffocating, the mutual desire palpable as the train hurtled towards its destination. Yuuta's body was a battleground of conflicting desires, the internal struggle reflected in his trembling form.

“You know what I’m begging for,” he finally managed to respond, his voice a barely audible whimpered, strained with both need and restraint.

"I wanna hear it from you. Tell me," you pressed, your tone adding to the fevered pitch of the moment.

Yuuta's eyes widened for a fleeting moment, the weight of your request settling on his shoulders. He bit down on his lip, the taste of blood a reminder of the control he fought to maintain. Your words invaded his senses, clouding his thoughts and setting his pulse racing.

“Please, let me fill you up…” he whispered quietly.

"Oh? You think I'd let a pervert like you touch me, Yuta?" you muttered.

“Yes,” he whispered as his body shivered once more. Well, he did have a point.

Yuuta's body was a live wire, every nerve on edge as the seconds ticked by. The temptation was palpable, the desire intoxicating, pushing him further towards the edge of control.

He took a deep breath, attempting to steady himself, his heart thundering in his chest. The words hung in the air, a challenge and an invitation, daring him to give voice to his longing. The battle between restraint and surrender waged on, his mind a battlefield of lust and self-control.

"I… I want…" he stammered, the words catching in his throat as he struggled to articulate his desires. The confession hovered on the tip of his tongue, the weight of it almost suffocating.

“Use your words, sicko.”

“Please let me touch you, let me fill you with me. I wanna know what it feels like,” he moaned into your ear. The tremors in his body and the breaths that escaped him betrayed the intensity of the moment. "I wanna cum for you, make you feel good…" he finally whined, the admission hanging in the air.

"How close are you, baby?" you asked.

The desperation in his voice was palpable, his yearning nearly overwhelming.

“Ah, fuck…!” he moaned, the sound barely contained, his self-control slipping further away. “I’m… So close!" he confessed, the words barely more than a desperate breath.

The stakes were high, the pleasure almost within reach as Yuuta grappled with the overwhelming desire that threatened to consume him. Your laughter, a tantalising melody, danced around him, both a torment and an aphrodisiac.

"Hush, you could get into so much trouble if someone caught you," you whispered, the playfulness in your tone a reminder of the secrecy that heightened the forbidden allure.

His body trembled against you, a symphony of need and longing. “Hngh… Please… Please…” he begged, the words almost swallowed by the rising tide of pleasure. He was at the edge, the precipice of self-restraint crumbling beneath the force of his desire.

“Don’t care.. What they think… Oh, fuck me…” he whimpered, surrendering to the need that pulsed through him. In a breathless, shuddering voice, he finally managed to utter, “I can't… Hold on... Any longer…”

You held the reins, the architect of this moment, the temptation who had pushed him to this edge. In this fleeting, charged space, Yuuta was yours to command, the decision to surrender to the longing now undeniable. He could feel the heat radiating from you, the urgency of the situation heightening the sensations. Yuuta's mind was a blur, a tempest of lust and longing.

At this point, you could do anything you wanted with him. He was letting you control him, he wanted you this badly. He was close to losing it, he felt like he was ready to burst.

“Please, please, please…!”

Yuuta was on the edge, teetering on the precipice of ecstasy. Every fibre of his being trembled with anticipation, the rush of desire flooding his senses, blurring the boundaries of reality. His body sought solace in the pressure of your closeness, aching for release. The rhythm of the train seemed to synchronise with the pounding of his heart, a relentless reminder of the pleasure that beckoned.

"Go on, make a mess," you muttered, smirking.

Yuuta surrendered to the intoxicating wave of pleasure, a gasp breaking free as his body yielded to the desire that had been building. He bit down hard on his lip, desperately muffling the sounds of ecstasy that threatened to escape. His arms tightened around you, pulling you close as if seeking solace in the embrace of this final act of surrender. Pleasure surged through him, an electric current of release that left his body trembling and his mind blissfully hazy. Every nerve ending was ablaze with the intensity of the climax, his jaw slack as he groaned into the crook of your neck.

Cum slicked the inside of his boxers, dripping down the length of his cock and soaking the fabric. Even still, he imagined it was you—you who he was fucking his cum into, you who was taking him so well, you who was using him and seeing just how much he could take.

Yuuta's body convulsed with the aftershocks of pleasure, every muscle tingling with the remnants of the ecstasy he had experienced. It was a sensation unlike any he had felt before, leaving him in a state of both exhaustion and contentment. He gradually regained control over himself, the rush of pleasure subsiding to leave a sense of calm and satisfaction. Slumped against you, he was enveloped in a cocoon of quietude, the world outside reduced to the gentle hum of the train.

His breaths were slow and deliberate, finding a steady rhythm once more. The arms that had held you tightly now provided a comforting embrace, a source of solace after the storm. You felt him nuzzle into your neck, seeking comfort and closeness.

"Nice one, perv," you whispered playfully, a shared understanding and a sprinkle of laughter in the air.

Yuuta remained still for a moment, allowing his breath to return to a normal rhythm. His voice, slightly hoarse, broke the silence:

“T-that was the most embarrassing thing I’ve ever done,” he admitted in a hushed tone. “But it felt… S-so good.”

His dishevelled appearance hinted at the intensity of the experience. He kept himself slumped against you, finding comfort in this closeness. Despite the embarrassment, the pleasure outweighed it, leaving a desire for more lingering in the air.

Yuuta clung to the closeness, finding both solace and excitement in the aftermath of their shared experience. He held onto you tightly, you could feel him shake in embarrassment. He knew he just made a fool out of himself but he couldn’t say anything. He didn’t regret doing what he just did, all he felt was pleasure while it was happening and he was grateful to you.

“Let’s do it a-again…” he murmured, his voice a mix of anticipation and hope.

"If you're lucky," you murmured teasingly, "Then maybe on the train ride back."

“God, I hope I’m lucky,” he whispered back.

Yuuta nestled into your shoulder, relishing the lingering sensations of the exhilarating encounter. The world around him seemed to blur as he sought to prolong the euphoria, not yet ready to return to the mundane reality of their daily lives.

You smiled innocently at the other passengers who cast suspicious glances their way, a perfect disguise for the secret shared between you and Yuuta. In this moment, you were a master of subterfuge, a connoisseur of delightful secrets.

He spoke softly, his words a tender plea. “Please, if we’re able to do this again… Let’s go far away from anyone who could see us. I want to do it again… And again… And again.”

You couldn't help but snort at his eagerness. "Desperate, much?"

“For you? Always,” Yuuta retorted with a playful grin, embracing the honesty in his desire.

“You mean that?”

“Always.”

a/n: i tried to make this as nasty as i could while keeping it somewhat in the realms of what would be plausible for a public setting lolol. i hope it's okay?? idk. hmm. oh well, i can revisit this another time haha

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mysicklove · 8 months

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cw: sub! yuuta, afab! reader, strap sucking, face fucking, yuuta being able to deep throat bc he is a king, praise, mentions of pegging, making out with a dildo, yuuta refers to strap as a dick

wc: 1.7k

a/n: well. supposed to be writing for kinktober. here we are. back to face fucking. its always on the agenda

Yuuta kneels in front of you. His eyes are glassy, and he is obviously nervous, but trying his best. His hands lay on your thigh, and he looks up at you as he takes a long lick from bottom to top of the strap. Your hands rest on his hair, smiling at him, and nodding when he silently asks if what he is doing is right.

The pink strap drips with his saliva now, completely coated from how many times he has licked and sucked on the toy. His dedication was admirable, and he didn't give you a hint of complaint, even with his cock throbbing against his pants.

But still, he didn't know what he was doing. He blinked up at you for the next command, never have done this before. “There you go, good job!” You praise, and he flushes a shade of red, nodding at the sweet words. “Now, can you kiss it for me?”

He presses his mouth to the fake tip, and then pulls away quickly, looking up at you for the next order. You laugh at him, and he takes it as a sign that he didn't do good, so his hands creep up to cover his face from embarrassment. “Cmon, what was that, Yuuta? Kiss it like you mean it. It is going to go in you later, don't you want to give it some love?”

He jumps at this, eyes slightly widening. It made sense that you were going to peg him after this, but hearing it from your mouth made him buzz with excitement. He gulps, a look of determination crossing his face, as he stares at the silicon toy.

He grabs the back of the dildo, and presses it flat against the fronts of his fingers. Then he leans forward and presses his mouth to it. Your fingers run through his hair, pullin back his bangs to give you a full view of his actions. He first focuses on the tip, pressing his mouth to it, and lightly licking it. Then he starts peppering his lips onto the shaft, eyes falling shut as the top half grazes his nose, and taps onto his forehead.

He seems to get pretty into it, only occasionally pulling away for a breath, and then going right back to kissing every ich of it. His hands drags up and down the shaft, and he tiltes his head to the side to give himself easier access. He seemed to be worshipping it, and it made your head spin. “Huh, you seem to really like my strap,” You tease, heat rushing to your groin, and voice wavering.

He barely glances at you, focused completely at the task at hand. “Mhmmm, love your dick,” He chants, thoughts clouded of what its going to do to him later. “So much. So much.”

You giggle at him, and he whimpers slightly, but doesnt stop his actions. Suddenly, you grab his hair, and pull him backward. He winces, peering up at you, confused at your sudden harshness. Drool coats his mouth, and his eyes are cloudy.

“Can I fuck your throat?”

His hands travel up to his neck, a little nervously. You've done it for him multiple times, but it looked like it was uncomfortable, so he always tried to remain perfectly still. Fucking his throat was bound to be painful, or at least a little uncomfortable.

But another part of him screamed for him to let you do it. That will definitely show you how much he loves your cock. How greatful he is whenever you pull it out.

“O-Okay,” he agrees, pulling away and waiting for your next move. You ruffle up his hair affectionately, and he shuts his eyes and sighs. Then, you stand up from the bed and stand in front of him. The dildo slaps him in the face, and he flushes, slightly pulling away from embarrassment.

You press your thumb on his lip, and he opens his mouth almost automatically. “Relax your jaw and move your tongue till it rests over your bottom teeth. Like you have seen me do it,” You instruct and he nods determinedly. His jaw lays limp in your hand and his tongue lightly sticks out. His eyes appear to be nervous, but other than that, he looked pretty excited.

You grin at him, wishing you could take a picture of the pretty sight, but refrain to. “Just gotta relax okay, we won't go for long. Then I’ll fuck you, yeah?”

He nods frantically, eyes lightening up at the prospect. He squirms in front of you from excitement, and you laugh. “Hey, relax, in a bit okay?”

“Yeah. In a bit. I'll do good,” He mumbles to himself mostly, and then goes back to relaxing his jaw. You nod and then let go of his mouth, and grab onto his hair. Then, you press the tip to his tongue and slowly inch it in.

“Just tap my thigh when you need to breathe,” You instruct and Yuuta nods, staring at the pink dildo inching into his mouth.

He unitentionally gives you puppy dog eyes from below, and you coo at him, whispering about how pretty he looks. It seems to help, because he inches closer to you, letting you put more into his mouth.

Right before you hit his gag reflex, you grip his hair and pull him slightly off and then quickly back down again. You continue to do this until your thrusts get harder, and your pull on his hair is harsher

Eventually you hit his gag reflex, and he begins to cough around the dildo, but you pay little attention to it, pulling him closer and then back until he only reaches the tip. Your hips start to move, and combined with your forceful movements on his head, it goes deeper down his throat.

The tears come quickly with the gags, and he shuts his eyes. He taps your thigh after around thirty seconds, and comes coughing off, tears falling down and onto the floor. He holds at his neck and tries to catch a breath. “You okay?” You quickly ask, leaning forward to check on him.

He nods, giving you a dorky thumbs up, and then finally turns around to you. “Gotta give you more credit. Its hard,” He complains, but then leans forward again till it presses against his lips.

You grin, mumbling out, “Yeah, and you're bigger than this.”

He looks up at you sheepishly, but does not argue with you. You play with his hair, while sliding back into his mouth. He gags a little bit, but lets you go deeper. “There ya go, doing so well,” You praise, grinning as you see the outline of the strap along his throat.

He cries some more, and grips his pants profusely, but he doesn't move. You grab his head and hold it still while you fuck his mouth. It makes a lewd sort of squelching noise from when it hits the bag of his throat. He continues to gag through it all, and the noise only spurs you on.

Eventually he pulls away for more air, but is back on seconds later. His jaw is sore, and his throat has to be bruised by now, but he tries not to think about it. Yuuta even has begun to move his head in time with your thrusts, shivering in glee when you coo at him.

He blinks up at you and you brush away his tears. His nose comes just inches from your lower stomach, and one of his hands rests on the base of your hip. You can see the way drool coats his chin, seconds from dripping onto the floor.

His knees begin to hurt from the time spent on the floor, but doesnt dare to complain. Only puling away for a breath, and then forces himself back onto you. He wouldn't dare to admit it, but he is enjoying the feeling of being used. Sure, you cant feel it, but the way you are fucking him makes him feel like you do.

An open hole is what he feels like, and he has to push away his kinky thoughts from getting out of hand. It's easier said than done though. His pants get uncomfortably tight and all he can think about it is when you are going to fuck him for real. Yuuta begins to squirm, but he tries to keep his head lax while you use it.

He's gotten to the point where he has taken the entire length now. Your thrusts are rusthless and the noises his throat makes are so lewd, it makes him blush and turns him on even more. One of his hands is rubbing his bulge and the other squeezes your hips.

Suddenly, you pin his head to your crotch, and he begins to squirm, shivering as the strap hits the back of his throat. He stares at you, trembling and unable to make a noise from how deep it is in him. He can't breathe in this position, and it both scares and turns him on.

“Do you want me to fuck you for real now?”

He tries to nod his head, but it only makes him gag, and then whine. You giggle at him, and finally pull him off of you, the strap hitting him in the face when he pulls away. He heaves, and coughs some more, but he is practically vibrating. Dark eyes look up at you, and he finally gets the chance to nod. He does so frantically, grabbing onto you and giving the strap one last kiss.

You wipe away some of the excess drool, while he stares at you with hearts in his eyes. “Well, then get onto the bed and take off your clothes.”

You have never seen your boyfriend move so quickly.

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lustychan · 30 days

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Pretty boy .・゜゜・

Warnings- fem. Reader, p in v, lil over stimulation, mentions of alcohol consumption, sub Yuta, Dom reader , cream pie, pussy drunk Yuta, dick drunk reader

Authors note - not proof read idk wrote it at 12 am posting at 1 , just living off horny.

You've known Yuta since high school and your relationship has only been a friendship nothing sexual. You're currently in college; living the college dream of going to parties, getting to know some guys and focusing on your major.

You just got home to your shared dorm with Yuta, and you were just on your phone relaxing, until Yuta stumbled in to the room noticeably drunk from his red face and slurred mumbles to himself.

"Yuta are you alright!" I yelled worridly at him.

He stumbled over and fell into my bed "Mm [reader's name] your home early " he managed to slur out.

You didn't answer but in your mind you were panicking because Yuta wasn't the type to drink and to see him like this made you wonder if something happened.

"What happened Yuta?"

"Hhng nothing I just wanted to have something to drink".

"But you're not the type to drink and especially not this much; but lets get you sobered up"

You put him on your bed fully and went to get him some water, after you got him some and he drank it you took off his jacket and shoes and put him to bed.

Feeling yourself getting tired too you fell asleep next to him.

It's 2am and Yuta woke up quickly, looking around wondering where he was but eventually calmed down when he realized.

Because of his panic it woke you up too and you tiredly ask him what happened.

"Oh- nothing sorry for waking you" he said embarrassingly but was blushing a little when he realized he was sleeping next to you.

You then start questioning why he came in so drunk and he eventually caved in and told you why.

"I.. the reason why I did it is because I was trying to drink away my problems" he said blushing from embarrassment.

You question more about what the problem was and he revealed that he had feelings for you and didn't know if you felt the same.

Hearing that you didn't say anything but instead you got on top of him starring down at him.

"W-what are you doing [reader's name]!" he said flustered.

You start grinding down until him and you can feel him getting harder underneath you.

"Nnhg ah- W..whats gotten into you"

You let out a breathy moan "ha just showing you what I wanted to do for years"

Yuta was suprised at what you said but his mind was getting too clouded to think straight anymore.

You paused your motion and got off him to start taking off your your clothes leaving yourself bare.

Yuta felt a lump in his throat and his face got even more red if possible, quietly staring at your body. Hesitantly he reached out to touch your breast, you grab his hand and made him mould your chest gently.

You soon started kissing him roughly, your tongues dancing together perfectly, it made Yuta's head dizzy and was moaning softly while it happened.

You pull away slowly, only a sting of saliva connecting you guys.

"Have you ever fingered someone?" You asked curiously and Yuta hearing this question quickly got flustered and shook his head slowly.

"Well.. let me teach you"

You slowly grabbed his hand and put it in your mouth to wet his fingers, once it was wet enough you took it out of your mouth and brought them down to your heat.

"Now slowly tease it and insert slowly" you smirked at his reactions to you teaching him.

He followed your instructions and slowly entered one finger and slowly pumped it in and out, you moaned out softly at this and that encouraged him to go faster and add in more fingers inside you.

"Ah ahh hnhg m-maybe your going too fast"

Yuta ignored you and continue his pace. He found a steady rhythm and it made your pussy gush with pleasure and you can feel yourself about to cum so shakingly stop his hand.

"Mm no I wanna finish on you"

Yuta pulls out slowly and watch as you slowly pull down his pants and underwear.

When you saw how pretty his dick was it made you drool and you start thinking about what it would be like to have it in your mouth and in you.

You slowly went down and start to lick his tip teasingly, pearls of white sticky pre cum started leaking out. Yuta was moaning above you, then you swallowed his dick whole, immediately his hands grabbed your hair but you continued to bob your head up on down it at a steady speed.

You look up to see Yuta with a euphoric look on his face, with drool running down his mouth while he's moaning loudly, you can feel him start to twitch in your mouth so you pull of suddenly while ignoring his fucked out whines for you to continue.

You went above him and slowly sank down on his cock and you can feel your brain turn to mush because of his girth and length.

You sat down on it fully and Yuta fully bottomed out, you start to ride him.

Yuta felt like he was going mad from how warm your insides felt and how it gripped him perfectly. His cock was hitting all the right spots and you were hungry for more of the sensation, you picked up the passed and started slamming your hips up and down roughly.

Both of you had a fucked out expression on your faces. Your face twisted in pleasure as you felt your self getting close.

"AH Yuta p-p-please cum inside me, fill me up ah- ah nhng" .

Through his hazy eyes Yuta saw your tongue sticking out so he dived in and kissed you.

Even though he was drunk on the pleasure he enjoyed the squelching wet sounds of your pussy.

Your hips started to get stutter and move sloppily so Yuta grabbed your waist firmly and slammed you up and down repeatedly in a more steady pace.

Your pleas for him to slow down fell on deaf ears and he continued to use you like a ragdoll.

"YUTA! mm ah- ahh I'm getting close, I'm sensitive-"

As you managed to spit that out you can feel yourself cum and coat his dick in your slick.

Soon after he came inside you as well only a little managing to slide down his cock.

Exhausted, you guys fell asleep together with his dick inside you.

When Yuta waked he jumped up and panicked wondering if what happened was a dream or not because he was clean and in new boxers. He went to the living room to see you on your phone.

You greeted him and asked him how he was feeling, he could bearly answer because of how red he was and how much he was stuttering, asking if what happened was real.

You teased him and asked him what he was talking about but when you saw his adorable puppy face tearing up you couldn't bring yourself to continue so you spent the rest of the day assuring and comforting him.

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sugar-petals · 1 year

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𝖘𝖚𝖇!NCT ; { 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚐𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚜𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚍 | 18+}

[ # 𝚝𝚊𝚐𝚜. ] domme/sub. oral sex. kinks. toys. breath play. semi-public sex.

⟨ AUTHOR’S NOTE. ❌ here’s to a 9-part hc, this time it’s the neos! 5k words total — at this point, i might just name my blog oral fixation central instead of pretty boy central. i picked members who i thought would suit the scenario best, from power bottoms to innocent subs: pick your preference from the little ‘feat’ list below ⬇︎ and if you like what i do: interact and/or reblog ♥︎ enjoy! x

[ + PAIRINGS.] crop top!mark, shy!taeyong, poly soft sub!shotaro, hard sub!yuta, experienced!jungwoo, tease!yangyang, trophy bf!xiaojun, service sub!johnny, pro!ten x femdom!reader respectively

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⇢ MARK 마크 - All about the eye contact while hugging your thighs. You’re comfortably reclined, playing with his soft flowy bangs. His shampoo smells so. Fricking. Good. He’s kneeling there, ass up, one hell of a sight. Why have one nice thing when you could have two at once? Mark eating your cake, you can check out his cake — and spank it later — it’s a win-win. Mark is the kind of guy who blurts out a thousand thoughts per minute, but when he eats you out, the laser focus he’s known for when rapping returns to its full glory. As if he could read your wants and wishes out of your gaze. If you want clit kisses, you get them. Still, Mark often confuses himself in typical style („Hold on, hold on! The towel goes here below, wait, I got it wrong!“), but! He is not confused by you. It’s more about figuring out his technique. Was more cautious at the beginning already, however not because he thought you were unapproachable or mysterious. Mark loves you very much and thinks you’re beyond hilarious. Which is why eating you out is constantly interrupted by mutual laughing fits, no surprise there. His tunnel vision can only last for so long! You make your boyfriend cry tears by making funny faces. He’s caught off guard. It’s good to lighten the mood. Being funnier than Mark is hard to pull off, which makes it even more rewarding to make his face glow from heat, thigh squeezing, and grinning. One hand on his cheek if you can reach, the other at the back of his neck. Mark has the softest peach fuzz on his nape, so satisfying to stroke. What starts out hasty or confused turns into comfy relaxation and trust, Mark knows how much it soothes you.

One scenario became his and your definite favorite. Mark got his driving license, parked in front of your home, honked, and had the audacity to sit there behind the steering wheel with a purple crop top on such a fine evening. Horny and intrigued immediately, all you did was stare during your drive to the take-out spot you like so very much. His hair had gotten pretty long, it was so cute. But Mark’s body was just as inviting, you wanted to touch and ravage and wreck him so damn badly. Mark barely made it halfway through the city that you asked him to drive off the main street. Innocent mind he is, your baby assumed you knew a shortcut through the traffic. Mark winds up stopping the car incredulously somewhere close to an empty laundromat store, this area of the city was fast asleep and abandoned. When you whispered you wanted to fuck him, Mark’s jaw simply dropped. A perfect exercise for what was about to— come. Perfectly sat on his face, you were deepthroating a whiny Mark laying on the backseat seven minutes later, sucking him off in a proper rhythm, seamless, with Mark nipping and dipping his way into your heart from behind. Mark was ready to die fulfilled by getting crushed. He came down your throat so fast, you had to wait until you could ride him hard: A perfect opportunity to enjoy some more chaotic rapper tongue action before, and moaning out loud when you came on his face. Since you were only getting started but Mark was dizzy with love, you took matters into your own hands and went for the ride of your lives.

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⇢ TAEYONG 태용 - Insecure and shifty-eyed at first, both hands trembling in the pockets of his grey hoodie. Leader Taeyong mode: Disengage. Listening well is his guideline here, he relies on bits of praise and your instructions („More to the left — yes… feels good“) to know what works. Sub training is the word. Since he’s more of an intuitive lover who prefers not to jump right into it, Taeyong will build the scenario rather carefully with your orders in mind. Morning, noon, or night, doesn’t matter. The time spent gearing up, arranging his room with the right lights and a movie to watch first, the mood at the moment, that’s time well-spent. Impressionable Taeyong is a perfectionist of staging something in every sense of the word. His tendency for theatrics and hot as fuck eyebrow expressions extends to licking you up when his new mixtape plays. Even when he’s fucked-out from the day, he still reserves this energy for his one and only. Getting better and to the point as he progresses is always the bar. The hoodie stays on. The inhibitions come off. Once he gets going and the playlist switches to Baekhyun, Taeyong sucks your clit like it’s your birthday. You reach the point of no return in one minute flat no matter how slow or fast he goes. Your sweet sloppy sub is well aware where the most sensitive nerve endings are and caters to your every throbbing, pulsing, and twitching of the legs. And if you’re insatiable, horny at 7 in the morning again, Taeyong will drop everything he does and climbs back into your bed to play with your wetness at the tips of his fingers, sucking them rigorously like the true cumslut he is. The scent of his crisp aftershave will make you cum in no time, he smells so fucking good and masculine. This handsome man’s all yours.

Recently figured out how mommy cums as soon as he moans her name. So, he has to use it diligently, not too early, not excessively. You help him place his hands on the outer point of your hips, use his bubbling spit as lube, and show your boo how to angle his glorious jaw. Sooner or later, he almost looks like he’s posing in an expensive photoshoot, that’s how physical he is. Subspace is always just around the corner, so you make a habit of reassuring him that he sucks you off right, that you love this way of pleasure, that he’s good at it. Which is no lie. His tongue is flexible and versatile, to say the very least. And his room isn’t the only place where your little encounter goes down. Taeyong once drove you out to see his old school — you both just wanted to revisit the empty building for some memories. Taeyong got nostalgic, plus he loves to show you forgotten aspects of his life that few other people know. The sports facilities in particular. But eventually, you pressed Taeyong against a locker, heavily made out, and within a blink of his pretty doe eyes, his head was between your legs on an old bench. Your dirty talk was off the fucking charts. The pet names you were peppering him with, too. Three minutes after you hit the peak, Taeyong gladly heard the janitor’s keys click in a close-by room, so you just wound up hiding behind some trees of the school’s baseball field. Out of breath, the two of you. Jeez, did he dress you in record time, and jumped up, and showed you the door out. Those reflexes. While you wait for the janitor to leave, a very amused Taeyong shows you pictures of himself when he was enrolled on his phone… as if he didn’t swallow your every drop just minutes earlier. Yeah, he’s fascinating.

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⇢ SHOTARO 쇼타로 - Kissy lips, kissy face. Squeals with absolute joy when you offer him to have a go — don’t underestimate how much he worships your body. And how much he loves sex, long as it’s not too rough. Shotaro doesn’t like hard subbing, gentle femdom sounds more like it. He won’t risk anything… yet. Wait one or two years and he might as well be super freaky. Until then, no experiments, Yuta’s kinky influence has not corrupted him, but he won’t stop to take a breather either. The perfect mix of commitment and flirt, batting his puppy eyes at you constantly with a very careful mouth at work. Shotaro’s friendly impression is not going to be blown away all of a sudden, that’s not even reserved for moaning his soul out when you peg him. The only time the sweet smile wanes is when your baby feels like you’re not into it — before you even voice it to him. Shotaro is concerned concerned. „Wait! Should I do it differently?“ is the panicked response, and you cool him down for a solid minute with head pats. Making mistakes is what he fears most: Looking pathetic, degraded, embarrassed and unskilled. Needless to say, he’s not the type of submissive who likes humiliation, more points to soft subbing. You say, you’re Shotaro. How could you go wrong. You couldn’t look awful if you tried. Although `going with the flow´ is a washed-out phrase that’s far too simple as a motto, a little bit of calm and laissez-faire really works for him. Not interrupting himself, not checking if absolutely everything is done right, but going ahead and just working his tongue to get some feedback later.

Where he clearly excels is a polyamorous dynamic, romantic and/or sexual: Hear me out. Naturally, he needs no experience with it. He fits right into the mix, acting as a mediator and mood-maker between three parties. Three is good, although four or five is too much for Shotaro to handle, even if the pairs kind of split into couple units within one room. Like two here, three there, or something like that. It’s better to focus and galvanize all the attention on you without distractions or further chaos that would just make the situation uncomfortable. So, three it is. Not a gangbang, just a triad, and if it’s two girls he’ll pleasure at once, he’s right at home. Shotaro is so amicable, his winning smile could put anyone at ease. As I said, despite his lack of experience, he’s a natural. One girl gets to relish his gentle fingers circling and rubbing, the other girl will see his mouth do wonders at the same time. Actually, Shotaro is more confident with a third party around, it’s puzzling. Until you remember he’s part of frickin’ NCT: Their collective buzzing hive mind has likely programmed every member to be good at poly should they choose to try it — don’t ask why, just enjoy. Being around so many people made Shotaro a little awkward in a one-on-one setting, which doesn’t diminish his affection for his main partner, mind you. But you can definitely tell he thrives on poly dynamics, it feels like protection to him. Shotaro’s number one prowess of being able to please will come through immediately, and he’ll do anything to set up the room as romantically as possible. Scented candles, warm blankets, music. Everyone feels secure, and it’s a night you’ll ask to repeat soon. He’s the absolute sweetest, I know.

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⇢ YUTA 유타 - Enjoys you spitting on him beforehand. Properly. Degradingly, with no hesitation, anywhere across his face. Wastes no time submitting to your sadistic, tormenting deeds. Any viable spot in your living space will serve as a theatre for a great scene. Even the cold basement: You, facing any wall standing, Yuta chained and squatted between your legs to eat his meal from behind-below, begging to be crushed, suffocated. Rest assured you’ll feel warmed up in just two minutes. Nastiest groans between loud slurping noises ever. Moves his head side to side a whole lot. Other people around? „Don’t care“ — Yuta wants everyone to know he pleasures your clit superbly well. Likes, wants, craves the aid of ultra-fancy battery toys. Where’s the excitement, the literal buzz? He’s not happy if you don’t get one hell of a show, whipped cream included (yes, his secret weapon). And, you know… him wearing a red rope harness, even thin heels, hard to balance on as the extra challenge. Dressed for the occasion. Always knows, observes, notices when you love it and when you don’t, or if you think some technique is just eh, mediocre, maybe „time for an upgrade“. The upgrade is more tongue-flicking, by the way. Mister Quick & Sloppy knows what’s good. Yuta shows up carrying a little vibrator collection 70% of the time, some very handy electrical friends that he’s gonna use one after the other while you can just relax. Why just one toy when you could have even more sensations? Alternating with his energetic tongue, it’s an interesting method mix, freaky and experimental. So much more intense, and new. They didn’t lie when they said Yuta had vibes. The things he’s smuggled through crowded hotel lobbies with a stone-cold face just to get you off. And: The toys he ordered online, where Taeyong picked up the package, so Yuta lied it was just another boring game he bought to pass the time.

Looks at you very intensely with his head between your legs, and you wink back by habit. It actually flusters him profusely. Don’t underestimate Yuta’s ability to become extremely shy, this man has such a soft spot for his domme. Especially after she destroyed him totally… he loves it, going past his limits all the time. A cane is all you need to break him, only to get all the head you want with Yuta crying. Hard and mischievous shell, soft and whimpery core. One of the best pleasers, knows you inside out. Yuta has his intricately detailed knowledge about the ladies down. Plus his power bottom tendencies equal the amounts of sheer masochism he possesses: Mercilessly smack him across the face between streaks of sucking, right after he catches a breath, and he will be yours. Yuta will plead you to do it again and again. Never cared about shallow orgasms, wants to make you cum for real, it’s the same with him wanting to scream. Wishes there was a way for you to choke him out while he’s doing down on you, but your hands would reach him awkwardly, preferring to pull on his hair anyway: So he just clamps down on his own neck with one hand, circling your nipples with his spit-covered fingers using the other hand, that fucking perv. That Yuta is crazy you already know, but that he likes to pile on several sex techniques at once is a revelation. That he has the skills to do it is not. Sex god. Your nasty boy deserves to be ruined.

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⇢ JUNGWOO 정우 - Prince of chapstick, he feels super smooth. The face, the same. So soft. The prettiest. Prettiest boy to ever pretty. Long as it’s a chill environment and it’s mostly vanilla, he’s down for anything, your goofy sweetheart. Don’t laugh, you could even put on a random Sunday soccer match on his laptop. If there’s no intense penalty shootout and it’s a little monotonous, both teams equally strong so nothing really happens, that’s perfect as a relaxing backdrop with all the occasional commentary and fan chants, volume turned down by 80%. It would sound weird with any other guy, but Jungwoo makes it work. It could be any sports event, in fact. Ice hockey, billiards, whatever. Or music. Or him wearing a silky jersey himself while he goes down on you, his sporty side is such a turn-on. But no stress, no edge, just being sweet together and flirting a lot. He’s cute and hot and kind at once — the amount of facial expressions you’ll see is astounding. Likes the occasional deeper dive if you know what I mean, though not as in, ambushing you with crazy tongue twisters and whatnot. Deliberate is the word. Is not content staying all too superficial or messy, it has to be rhythmical and make sense, making you comfortable. You thought he would be chaotic, but Jungwoo knows exactly what to do, how to dip, so you don’t worry. Except that you’re an immensely possessive domme behind a generous exterior — with eagle eyes, for that matter.

Since your lil’ pup acts like he has done it before a couple times, and Jungwoo confirms he has experience, you feel a bit jealous and even go on bantering. „Enjoyed it?“ Yes, even if you wish you weren’t, you’re jelly. Jungwoo reacts with a sheepish and embarrassed face, he doesn’t want to spill the beans. What’s done is done, he protects the privacy of his exes, evades questions. You eventually calm yourself to take it easy, it’s none of your biz, although saying his past is his past doesn’t really work as a catchphrase for you: You have to make it crystal clear, have him close in, make him say „I am“ when you ask „are you mine, then?“ Despite his seductive come-hither gaze being a masterclass and his humor being outrageous, Jungwoo is a surprisingly patient lover, hating to just rush it or be inaccurate with his plush tongue. You can feel his adoration. And he’s upbeat. A reassuring smile makes your day, it helps you rid yourself off the stress. Every word you say is appreciated. He hates when someone walks all over their partner, it just isn’t right to him. Listening is more important. Jungwoo hates you being pent up, hates you worried or preoccupied. At work, he can deal with himself. At home, he will vent quickly when there’s a bigger problem, but he’d rather tune into you first. He’d do anything to make you feel like you got rid of your problems, he’s your escapist fantasy turned real. Jungwoo has no problem being considered just that. In fact, he wants it, knowing you can take it out on him in gentle ways: Hands in his soft blonde hair, swaying your hips, cumming when he kisses you.

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⇢ YANGYANG 양양 - Eating you out as his signature move? Well, well. Yes and no. Because seemingly, he does anything but: At first. It’s 99% endless teasing everywhere else on your body. Until, completely on edge, you guide his shoulders and have him get to work. With permission, of course, knowing he enjoys it. You wouldn’t hurt this cutie at all costs, though he likes his head controlled by you like this to begin with. So don’t worry too much, he isn’t made of cotton candy, even if his hair color sometimes suggests that. Ironically, it’s the other way around. He wants to taste your cotton candy. With your hands around his temples, holding him in place. Which makes for a sexy POV from both of your positions. Yangyang is working hard, why is he still so immensely eager, how much energy does he even have? It’s admirable how he can tease your body for so long with ghosting kisses and suggestive eye contact. Yangyang being the master of stamina might come as a surprise, but you know how it goes with Libra men. Pleasers till the end of time. That’s exactly why he indulges you so much in prep. Edging is his thing, though you tend to take back control by cussing him out for licking your ankles like a maniac. „What are you, a deprived Victorian man? You sexy fucking sucker, you, God damn…“ Insults make him squeal and laugh, and soon he’s back to the main event, anyway.

Now seriously, why does the cutie trail off so much? Which, granted, makes you even hornier. Propped onto your couch, Yangyang is humming and licking your thighs with that seductive, way too infuriating grin. Even munching on them when he’s extra cocky, up until you say you’ll fucking spank his soul out if he keeps on smiling like a devil. You’ll mark him up at full capacity, slap his butt, pinch his nose, swear you’ll tickle him until he taps out. But kinky Yangyang is not stopped by any threat of punishment whatsoever. What are you gonna do, smack his ass and hope he stops nibbling on your legs for good? If anything, he gets even more riled up and ready to stimulate you even more. Shit, your body’s on fire from all the attention it gets. So, good luck with this sheer untamable brat. He kisses your belly, sucks on your chest at random. Your fingers, too. The neck. The entire palette. Even the fucking ears. Yuta would be proud of Yangyang’s utter depravity. Little did you know it’s all a tastemaker. In your world, he’s increasing the suspense. In his world, he’s courting you, paying attention to all body parts, showing off what he can do with his lips. Oral sex? Nope, kissing first! Holy fuck, he’s absolutely fucking peppering you. You thought Yangyang was too intimidated to go down on you and delayed it, turns out you misunderstood. Guy is just the king of foreplay. And out of all head squad members? Surprise! His oral fixation is the most unruly and developed.

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⇢ XIAOJUN 샤오쥔 - Okay, prepare yourselves. Xiaojun is a little extra with those kind of things, to say the least. Not kinky, just particular. In fact, he is the type to use his whole damn face. Yep. Very deliberately, slow-mo, so you can see and feel everything. Yes, chin and all. His entire technique would appear lazy, uncoordinated and weird to an outsider, but from your perspective, he’s just nasty, he’s giving it his all: Which is exactly what you like. Xiaojun knows that you’re obsessed with the beauty of his otherwordly features from outer space, and he’s always generous with it — „I’m yours, that’s why“. So why not give it a shot, his mouth can only do so much! Does Xiaojun look down on anyone who sticks to the basics? Probably not, he’s too busy in his own relationship. Being perfect, being hot, being all you need, he goes the extra mile for everything. And that happens to include cunnilingus. The cheekbones, the nose, the forehead, even… You get to feel it, too, not just the lips doing their thing. He’s brave, he’s naughty, he’s sensual all at once. Wants you all over him, after all. Slathered up in your wetness, is this Xiaojun’s new makeup routine? It sure looks like it. The man is glowing for all the right reasons.

There is a bit of vanity in his style. He’s your designated trophy boyfriend, after all. Gotta look and act the part, doesn’t he. Swipe his hair back while he licks you, put up mirrors for sexy time, doll himself up beforehand with soft and pretty clothes, even a few necklaces. No mediocre. Xiaojun is like Narcissus between your legs, but really, he’s just conscious of how he comes across: And who can blame him. That’s not a boyfriend. That’s a masterpiece. Xiaojun doesn’t need beauty standards, they need him! Few people can handle his awesomeness. Knowing you want his body, his fucking soul, he is all the more eager to satisfy your heated desires with no regard to form: Come as you are. Your PJs, work or uni clothes, naked, near-naked, whatever. He’s the one to look at. Xiaojun puts great emphasis in slow-paced presentation that matches some tender music in the background. It could go on for hours if you wanted. Dejun could do the juiciest and unusual things while a ballad is playing in the background, but you’re into it. Because it’s not torturously done, but well aware that you think he’s stunningly handsome, so he’ll indulge you. Looks good in any position, as one would expect. Enjoys it if you sit on him lots because he likes to be below, this overpowering angle. The same idea applies here: Torturously slow is the key. You’re a strict and controlled domme, that suits him the very best.

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⇢ JOHNNY 쟈니 - Sassy, sassy boy. Talks a lot at the beginning, 100k words friends to lovers. Is this Youtube? Johnny needs to know exactly what you want and how he can achieve it. Fair enough, he wants the juicy intel, all of your boundaries and soft limits, your ideas, your sweet spots, your no-gos and best ways to make you comfortable. And hey, that’s a smart and normal thing to do: He just does it all at once, like an essay. Wow. You can tell he thought about everything and wondered about everything. A caring boyfriend, if you think of it. The whole shebang is kind of cute. Johnny has no business being ignorant; nor does he like to disappoint his girlfriend. He already caught your attention with his tight shirt, in fact, he distracted you while you were going through your phone, so now he, um, takes responsibility for his banging body being so hot. „Do you want any snacks before, something to drink? Probably some water, right. Wait a minute, I’ll get it for you. Do you want warm water or cold water? Okay, cold, right. With a slice of lemon or without? Should we turn on the TV or some music? Which blanket do you prefer today, the lighter one or the heavy-duty?“

On it goes, it’s the service sub in him. This is like fucking Hotel Johnny Seo. He wants to be like a personal butler to you, except that said butler has some impressive dancer glutes and no suit on. Johnny really does leave nothing to chance and you appreciate it: Circumspect, as ever, and it’s important to be comfy before getting down to business. Johnny knows it always makes a difference when you’re warm and hydrated, so he keeps on asking questions to make sure it’s all set. But once he is engrossed, lips on your labia… the opposite is true. Why does he stop talking out of literal nowhere, what on earth is going on. Johnny’s dead silent, focused, in a different mindset. Unrecognizable. He barely even moves his body, even if there’s a lot to move indeed. God, is he fucking tall — a bit difficult to drape and position himself on the sheets, but he’ll manage. Kind of folding himself in half will do the trick. You already blew his literal back out with your strap the day before, so his spine’s like jelly anyway: Bending, not a problem. Once he kneels properly, it’s all tunnel vision. Although to be fair, he moans every now and then — which is very stimulating, to say the very least. Puts his spectacular lips to good use and, if he’s honest, wants to be „nothing but a sex toy“ (his words, verbatim!) that you can bend around to your delights. You were kind of confused by what he meant, so Johnny explained it. The point is that you can adjust him however you like and he’s there to give you a good time.

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⇢ ten 텐 - Red alert, the final boss is here. Let's make tonight your birthday. Ten’s piping hot sexual style puts any existing man, no matter how experienced, to a literal devastating shame. Because he has what? The flavor. It’s exceedingly difficult to put his energy into fitting words. Similar to Yuta, he flaunts some seriously rapid flicking tongue movements, but knows when to slow it down for a minute: Nuance! It’s exactly what does the trick. Despite his quick and accurate manner, he won’t overstimulate or overtake you. Overtaking in a sense of, being faster than the pleasure can arrive, which is a mistake he knows is frequently committed. Ten knows that going too hard doesn’t feel good, so he refrains from going on for a second round right away especially. „Fifteen minutes rest is due,“ is what he’ll say, laying down face to face on his side with you. Presenting his cute puffy lips, and also for a chance to look him in the eyes properly. Those cat eyes. They’re magnetic. After enough tension builds and you’re impatient, Ten dives off between your thighs again. Patience (with stamina) is a virtue and he has it. Paired with the most graphic dirty talk you’ve ever heard, Ten is fully in his element, hands in the right places, hair falling the right way, lips promptly sucking you up. If you know his Instagram, you know which bedroom eyes will await you. On the majority of days, Ten is the type who will crawl up to you from the edge of the bed like a feline. You don’t know what’s first to touch. Grab his ass? Cup his face? Pinch his waist? Fuck it, just do everything at once.

Not a fan of 69, he’ll dedicate himself fully to you. Twisting himself around is his job on stage, but he’s remarkably still once chest down in bed. Or the edge of the bathtub, whatever you fancy. Few angles are too awkward for ten. Talk about bathroom sex: He’s probably the only person on earth who mastered giving head in the shower. Even without a mat or towel under his knees, which is crazy. He stays stable as if by sheer magic, the floor being painfully hard and slippery doesn’t bother him, though you insist he use at least a small towel to kneel on when it’s not spontaneous oral. Ten is only focused on his task, nothing else fazes him. He trusts you with the temperature control, and if he’s getting waterboarded from above with the shower on? Then he’s getting waterboarded. Ten won’t care. He’s the goat, he knows he can breathe somehow, and he doesn’t want you getting cold — „just turn the valve, honey“. You often take precautions and turn on the bathroom heating way before, but Ten insists on his ways and can clearly see your goosebumps. Your right leg over your shoulder, your boyfriend eats you out from below with the water stream trailing right over his face. The divine baptism! You can squeeze, grind, and fuck his face stupid in the most erratic thrusts on the bathroom carpet ten minutes later for a solid round two. He wants to be completely at your mercy, laying there on his back, dripping wet long dark hair, getting you off hands-free. This guy lets you do anything. Any-fucking-thing. Ten is a legend.

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