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Cella We Need A Piece Of Yuutas Dick Getting Sucked

Cella we need a piece of Yuuta’s dick getting sucked 😓😓😓

𐑺 ˖ ࣪࿐ྂ TAKE YOUR TURN OKKOTSU YŪTA

yūta has always been a giver when it comes to you and your pleasure, but you do think it’s about time that you repay the favour.

Cella We Need A Piece Of Yuutas Dick Getting Sucked

summary. fem reader. yandere yūta. male oral receiving. first blowjobs. obsession. jealousy. stalking mention. he’s probably pretty tame in this one considering the rest of the series (probably not.) aged up characters. touch on previous fem oral. wc, 2.1k.

note. ahhhh ngl anon i kind of hate this :,( but i hope atleast you enjoy it a little !!! ᰔ

the air is hot and sticky when yuuta pulls away from the space he’s made home between your thighs, your slick sheens against his cheeks and the lower half of his face but he looks as hungry as ever despite the meal you’ve just served up to him.

your thighs are covered in marks and bites, trembling as your pussy throbs in the remnants of your orgasm and as always, he leans up a few moments later — gazing at you before he’s leaning in for a kiss. to let you taste yourself on his tongue when you’re mixed with his spit — exactly how you should be. you taste best when you’re mixed with him.

you meet yuuta for a second only, lips pressing against his quickly before you’re pulling away a few moments later, not giving him nearly as much as he needs as you push at his chest and you swear you feel him tense significantly. he gives you a sharp, lidded look from the depth of his eyes that makes your next question purr as it’s spoken.

“do you want me to do you?” your question is shy, a dreamy sort of scratchy sound and he can’t help the way it makes his already leaking cock twitch, like it’s been led closer to you. he knows exactly what you mean when your next blink is longer, lingering down at his lower abdomen to focus on the noticeable bulge in his sweats as you lick at your lower lip and fuck, he wishes he could kiss you a little more.

“ah.. y-you don’t have to,” so yuuta tries to, he leans in again— to meet you, to taste you, to have you back wrapped up in his arms and mouth and surrounded by him.. like you should be, like you’re meant to be. he’s already twitching for the sweet hug of your walls, he needs you.

but this time you don’t meet him, you give him another wet, fucked out blink and it makes something in his chest squeeze, but something in his cock throb even harder. “yuuta, you always take care of me but never yourself.”

“yeah but i..” yuuta begins but his words almost catch in his throat when you blink up at him again, making him flush as his fingers squeeze in the space where they rest on your hips. they’re cold despite the stuffy space you’re in—he swallows as he stares at you, “i get to have all of you, so it’s fine.”

it’s true, that he never really bothers much about you giving him anything, you give him enough afterall — your love. your being. you’ve given yourself up to him completely, so he wouldn’t want to be greedy — he knows every part of you is his, so hes got everything he’ll ever need. he doesn’t care about whether you touch him at all before he sinks into you, he’s fine without, because he gets to look up at your pretty face as you ride his tongue or his fingers instead.

it’s because nothing else matters but you. it’s exactly everything yuuta’s been dreaming of all the months hes loved you, even before he had you, the yearning moments where he was learning your patterns before you even had an idea of who he was.

this, you are his reward for all the work hes put in to make you love him.

so he doesn’t want anything else other than your pleasure, but your eyes are almost pleading to the devoted, twisted little space in his heart that makes him nod shyly when you ask “can i take care of you, please?” because maybe it would be fine to feel you this once, to be greedy, to have you looking up at him with your sweet lips around his cock. so he’s pushing off his sweats and lying back to rest on the pillows, letting you take a pretty space between his thighs before he can even breathe next.

you’re smiling, still nude and glistening from your previous orgasm but yuuta thinks you’re beautiful like this, soul laid bare for him as you send him a lidded look through your lashes and push yourself to lie on your stomach between his spread legs.

“you’ve really never had one of these before?” you ask, a genuine curiosity in your words but it’s drowned out by the thick desire that coats them also. the question is breathed across the already sensitive skin of yuuta’s cock and even the soft pressure alone makes him twitch — lower lip between his teeth as he looks at you.

“n-no. i wanted to wait for the one i love, for you..” yuuta’s fingers reach to smooth along your cheek and it makes something in his chest burn when you lean into the touch.

“you’re cute, yuu~ i’ll make sure it was worth the wait.” you don’t think he’s being serious, that he’s being literal when he says he’s been waiting for you, you knew you were his first but it’s different — he’s been saving himself so that you could be his only.

you’re blinking up at yuuta as you shift onto your forearms and finally take a fistful of his cock and he watches you, adoringly— abdomen twitching as you lean into drool along the sensitive head and your hand pumps your spit along his cock with long, full strokes of your palm. you’re mesmerising, like an angel or a succubus as you press suckled, sweet kisses across the shaft— every touch of your lips makes him tremble.

“have.. you done this before? with somebody else?” he doesn’t know why he asks, his mind already feels thick with cotton but he can’t help the way the curiosity weighs down on him. like an ache in his chest, a knife through his heart. it makes something in his mind crack, knowing there’s probably other men who have had you like this— in this position, looking this pretty with their cock smearing across your lips. did you ever love any of them like you love yuuta, you wouldn’t.. right?

“is that really what you’re thinking about right now?” you giggle and he knows he shouldn’t but he can’t help it, can’t help the way the idea of you doing this with someone else makes something in his veins pulse. it’s knowing they could’ve touched you, felt you— what’s his, what he owns. how else is he supposed to react when you were supposed to be waiting for him? no other man would put in the work he has, the long nights following you home, learning your schedule, stalking your social media. he’s done everything for you. he knows your friends and families names— their birthdays. nobody else would love you like this, so nobody else should see you like this. your lips wrap around him best because they were made just for him.

yuuta shifts his hips at your answer as his mind spirals, something burning beneath his skin. he almost loses his mind entirely before it’s pulled back by you when he feels you lean down to finally stretch your lips around the blunt head — humming around the weight of him and the sound vibrates through his cock until he almost whines. he almost forgets his sense of self completely around you. his haunting gaze meets yours when you blink up at him through your lashes, suckling slowly around the sensitive glands of his cock.

“s-sorry,” he gasps as his palm rests over his lips gently, trying half-heartedly to hide how needy he sounds. how needy you make him. you’re not sure why he’s apologising, maybe for the question but you don’t pay any mind to it — you’re too busy with him. easing his pain, swallowing the guilt.

he’s already breathing hard when you relax the muscles of your jaw, pushing his cock down the tight hug of your throat until you feel yuuta twitch and throb on your tongue, the way his thighs quiver making you purr as you gag around him.

“i don’t think i’ll l-last long, sorry.. it feels too good,” he gasps, letting his hips follow another slow drag of your mouth but you knew that already, he was sensitive and completely devoted to you — just the slightest brush of your fingers along his thigh had him keening.

“i like when you look at m-me,” you feel yuuta shift restlessly when you pull off his cock with a wet pop, swirling your tongue along the swollen, sensitive head and you make sure to look at him before you’re pressing kisses along the sensitive glands again, across the sides as you bat your eyelashes up at him.

the sound you pull from him next is pretty and quiet, almost a breathlessly-needy whimper when you jaw slackens and you sink down on him again. but his gaze still holds yours— almost unsettlingly still despite the way his body trembles beneath you.

“please, baby. k-keep doing that.” yuuta’s teeth grit, letting his head drop back before his palm is resting on the back of your head — there’s no real weight to it, you can tell he’s holding back when his fingers twitch, but you can also tell he doesn’t want you to stop with how his chest is heaving with every breath he takes.

you hollow your cheeks as you stretch your lips deeper around him, the thick press of his cock along your airwaves giving you a delightful spin in your mind before you’re dragging your head back up. it’s messy and lewd as your spit catches on his silky skin, making the dark hairs around his pelvis damp enough to pool down his balls and soak into the fabric of the sheets beneath him.

“you’re so pretty, yuu.” you rasp, pulling back to slurp at the head as you blink away tears to admire him — his jaw is slack, his blue eyes are blown out and heavy and his hair is mused, messy from where his own hands have been raking through it as his bangs fall slightly over his forehead.

“hah.. really?” yuuta smiles, almost shyly and you think it’s adorable how awkward he still seems to get from your compliments— biting on his lower lip before his thoughts are lost behind another moan when you take his cock back between your lips. your tongue traces along the sensitive flesh and veins until his hips are twitching and he’s sinking himself deeper — mumbling out a curse followed by an apology as his palm cups around the back of your neck but still, he manages to douse you in praise all the same. “you’re r-really pretty, it feels so good.. it always does, because it’s you.”

you press closer until you feel his balls press underneath your chin, your nose against his pelvis and each time you bob your head you feel the spit drip down your chin. you hear yuuta groan before he’s wiping at the stray tear that falls down your cheeks and the soft pants falling from his lips make you tremble. the fucked out state of your boyfriend making you rub your thighs together before you suddenly swallow him down again.

“baby, l-look at me.” you feel his cock throb and thicken against your tongue, twitching inside the tight give of your throat with a trembling grunt and a soft, dreamy groan. but because he asked, you look up, and it’s almost in an instant— the way you need to pull back when you feel the first sudden rush of yuuta’s cum on your tastebuds, allowing your lips to slurp and swallow around his throbbing tip as your tongue swirls around his pulsing veins.

he’s fucked out, hips twitching in time with your movements as he pants out mantras of i love yous, pretty abdomen tightening while he groans and whines and squeezes at the back of your neck while you wring his cum out of him.

you only pull away when you hear him whimper, licking across your lower lip to clean yourself up before yuuta’s letting his head fall forward to meet your gaze. “s-sorry, can you give me a sec…” you giggle and he shoots you a gentle, kind sort of smile and despite his embarrassment he’s grabbing your jaw as you push up to your knees to pull you in for a kiss.

it’s messy, lewd the way you’ve barely swallowed him and he’s sucking on your tongue — moaning at the taste of himself mixed with you. he could get used to it, used to giving you more of him — it’s like he’s marking you, from the inside out, in more ways than one. he needs to have you labelled as his in every way. his next words are a slurred, a whispery drawl against your lips as his eyes flutter and he squeezes at your skin.

“baby, do you think i could have you again? please, just one more.”

Cella We Need A Piece Of Yuutas Dick Getting Sucked

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