Yuuta Okkotsu Fem!reader

🔍︎ — yuuta okkotsu ✰ fem!reader

♯ — falling asleep on yuuta's back.

∎ — 0.5k ✰ fluff (pinch of intimacy offerings).

ⅲ — i love yuuta. please enjoy!

the frequent footsteps growing closer to you shook you out of your reading pace. you look behind you to see yuuta's pretty face gazing at you, with a smile plastering his face. you couldn't help but smile also, he looked so damn adorable. 

"good morning, dandelion." he said, giving you a kiss on the cheek as you hummed at the pet name. "what are you doing up so early?" 

your eyes widened as you looked at the clock placed directly to the left of you. a chuckle left your throat, "reading. couldn't sleep." yuuta's facial expression changed. he didn't like it when you couldn't get enough sleep. 

"want me to help you? we can snuggle while watching a movie. or . . ." as he paused on his sentence he moved his eye to wink twice. you covered your face up with the book, embarrassed at what stunt he just pulled. "yuuta, you horny bastard." he giggled at the title you gave him. 

"we could go to this flower field i found yesterday." he said, pulling out his phone and showing you pictures of the amazing view he saw yesterday. your eyes grew wide as you smiled at each and one of the photos. "wow, where were you yesterday?" you questioned, wondering how he came upon this creation by god. "just happened to stumble upon it." 

you stood up from the couch as you quickly rushed upstairs to get changed into some warm attire to go visit the creation. yuuta was surprised at how you got ready at such speed. 

"ready?" he questioned, intertwining his hand within yours. you nodded as you two began to walk to the destination where the field was located. 

it was a long walk—tiring at most—but yuuta's warm embrace kept you awake, aware that he was always there with you comforting you through the way. 

the sun was setting when you guys were nearly there. you complained about your feet—mostly your heels—so yuuta carried you the whole way. 

he felt you almost fall asleep on his back while attempting to keep yourself up. he felt you slither your hands farther across his neck for more support. he felt the kisses you would leave on his cheek here and there, and occasionally some left on his neck. until you slumped over, unconscious on his back. 

he looked back to see if you were okay, worried about the position and lack of response you were in. worried covered yuuta's face as he set you gently on the concrete. 

"hey," he said, gently brushing the excess hair out of your face and tapping your cheek to get a signal. "you still with me?" 

you murmured, brushing his hand away from your face in your sleepy state. yuuta smiled at your little action and lifted you back on his back. "well sleepy head, let's head back home. yeah?" he asked, not expecting an answer. instead, he received a gentle—slightly agitated—grumble from you. 

yuuta smiled at you. he smiled at everything you do. you just make him so happy. you make him fall in love with you again and again. you just make him so happy.

2022 © originally posted by @k-3nt0. please do not copy, translate, repost, or plagiarize. (reblogs are appreciated!)

the hallway was slightly dimmed by the low fluorescent light that decorated the room. a black telephone sat on the right side of the hallway, the wire swaying side and side for it was previously used. 

a six-foot-tall figure stood by the telephone table, his knees slightly bending as he gripped onto the table for some leverage. the dim lighting only added some mood to the moment that he himself was the victim of.

the man started to slowly buck his hips repeatedly begging for release as he whimpered desperately. “not here, honey. anywhere but here.” he pleaded as your head bobbed up and down his length.

your hand massaged the rest of his pale cock—giving the vein that ran on the underside of his cock some extra attention—that your throat couldn’t reach. no matter how hard you tried you couldn’t get your throat to open for those extra inches you desired.

“ri-right ‘ere, gotoh.” you managed to mumble out with his dick still in your mouth. “now.” you demanded, proceeding to suck on the erect, throbbing dick faster.

gotoh was caught off guard and started to entangle his fingers within your hair. his dick immediately hit the back of your throat as you let out a high squeal that sent shivers down his spine. “so, so good for me. aren’t you?” he praised as he continued to force his dick down your throat.

you could feel his cock getting larger and his thrusts getting needier and needier by the moment. “‘m almost there darling. stay with me, alright?” he said as his voice started to get more raspier and paced.

your jaw started to hurt once he started to get closer and closer to his orgasm, but you decided to ignore the pain because you're his good little girl. tiny hands began to hold onto his muscular thighs for some leverage and stability.

your gags could be heard from a million miles away, hoping that none of the zoldyck family members would come in at this moment. “cumming baby, ‘m cumming.” gotoh warned before a few more doing a few more thrusts and releasing into your mouth.

you choked and gagged on his length as he pulled out and took a few breaths. during those few breaths that he took, you swallowed his cum and looked at him with those pretty little eyes of yours. “so pretty baby. so fuckin’ pretty.” he praised as he kissed your forehead and lifted you up carrying you bridal style to his private bedroom that butler’s at the zoldyck mansion had just for themselves.

“be prepared for round two.” he said as he laid you on the bed gently grabbing a gold object in the shape of a circle.

“o-oh god.” he moaned, burying his face into the crook of your neck. his thrusts were getting sloppier by the minute—he was so lost in the feeling of your warm cunt wrapped around him that his mind started to go hazy.

 both of his hands were placed at either side of your head, needily gripping on the sheets. you could clearly hear his moaning and panting—signs of him simply enjoying this moment. 

“you’re so fucking beautiful, love.” he panted, as he pulled you in for a kiss, still rocking his hips through the moment. he was needy. ever since you came home from work, he pounced on you like a cat pouncing on a feather toy. he marked your body up and down, suckling on your skin to give him satisfaction and pleasure. 

he gripped your hips tightly, that it might leave a bruise, as he continued to piston his cock through your walls at a slow and agonizing speed—relishing every single centimeter of you. 

he started to speed up his thrusts, using one hand to hold yours and the other on your waist. “g-god. oh god.” he moaned out, diving in for a kiss. 

all of his moans and pants drowned into your mouth. spit and drool were escaping from both of you as he continued his final assault on your pussy. 

his breath, so hot that it could melt ice alone, was fanning over your collarbone. he let out those final thrusts before shamelessly cumming inside of you. his cock plugged in all of the cum, not leaving an exit for it to leak through. 

“l-let . . . let me stay inside of you, pretty.” he requested, as he moved into a more comfortable position. “yeah?” you asked. he nodded his head as he rested it on your chest. 

he listened to the soft, calming heartbeat that kept you alive every single day for him. he loves you so much he can’t possibly put it into words. 

only actions will suffice his extreme admiration for you.

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🔍︎ | ceo!geto suguru & fem!reader

⟳ | rough sex, desk fucking, praise, (risk of getting caught?), pussy eating, overall smut.

π | was just thinking about this so i decided to put it into words. i hope you all enjoy!!!

ceo!geto who has you bent over his office desk absolutely ravaging your cunt to the point where it's beyond repair. he’s going at it at maximum speed, causing multiple items to fall off during the moment. 

ceo!geto who gives you little praises here and there during the moment and tells you why he’s so angry. he asks questions here and there also to make sure you’re listening. every time you don't answer, you get another orgasm denied. this went on for a very long time.

ceo!geto who tells you to be quiet so the other employees don’t hear how good you feel, but also tells you to be loud so they know who you belong to.

ceo!geto who has you in multiple positions around the room, scurrying to another side of the wall or just throwing you (softly?) on the ground to continue his assault on your poor pussy. 

ceo!geto who ties his tie around your wrists so you can’t attempt to push him off or do anything to stop his mininstatrations.

ceo!geto who eats you out on his desk, you getting a bit of cum on his desk and work papers. don’t worry, he’s a ceo after all, he can print new ones. overall, he still blames you for the mess of his ruined papers later.

ceo!geto who fucks you like crazy on his desk making your eyes roll to the back of your head. your fingernails digging deep down into his skin to hang on for dear life. 

ceo!geto who finally cums after multiple hours giving you both release and a moment of brief rest.

ceo!geto who plants little kisses on your forehead and cheeks and praises you for how good you were during the intense moment. whom you return the favor.

ceo!geto who looks around the room to see all the destruction you (both) have made. all the paintings he has to hang back up, all the ink in the printer he has to waste, all the dents in the desk he has to call a repairman to come and fix. 

ceo!geto who catches you trying to fall asleep on the desk and sets you down gently on the nice, cozy couch that’s on the left side of his room.

ceo!geto who tells you, “sweet dreams, sunshine.” before beginning to clean up the huge mess in his office.

🔍︎ — choso kamo ✰ fem!reader

♯ — choso spending too much time on his game.

∎ — 1k ✰ fluff & slight angst (mentions of intimacy & cursing).

ⅲ — i love choso so i decided to write this. please enjoy!

the sounds of your frustrated boyfriend emitted from your shared room. he was once—again—playing the same damn game for hours at a time. he's been lacking at giving you attention, and you're starting to feel distant from the relationship. 

a feeling deep inside of your heart is crumbling down to the bare bone to the point where you don't know what to feel anymore. as you stare away from afar—silently watching choso's fingers move against the various colored buttons on the controller—the pit in your heart starts getting colder and colder, breaking and breaking until there's nothing left but an empty, black void. 

he didn't even know that you were staring at him, nor did he notice your presence. his rgb headphones were placed over his head tightly, tight enough so he couldn't hear his surroundings. 

you watched as his digits moved quicker against the buttons, signaling that he was close to finishing the game. his fingers moving quickly reminded you of the previous, intimate moments the two of you had together during the times that he actually paid attention to you. now it's just "win this win that" all week long; all month long. 

"shit." that slur snapped you back into reality, finally hearing choso's voice after two hours of him focusing on the screen that was in front of him. he took his headphones off and hung them on the stand that was located on the desk. 

choso leaned back to the point where his back was on your shared mattress—it soaking up the scent of choso in remembrance. you shifted inside of your shared room as you looked at him with glossy eyes, those starting to dry. 

"hey baby," he said, as he got up from his previous position to look you in the eyes. those eyes, those damn eyes. eyes that have been burned a different shade of purple because of looking at that screen for hours at a day. those eyes who have all the emotions in them: sadness, happiness, lust, disgust, laughter. those eyes that have been ignoring your gaze for multiple weeks at end. those eyes; choso's eyes. 

"hey, what's the matter?" he asked, resting his elbows on his knees, not breaking eye contact with you. you snapped out of reality as you stared at his eyes. 

"n-nothing." you fiddled with your fingers attempting not to break down in tears right in front of him. choso huffed, "there is something wrong. you've been ignoring me ever since i bought this new setup." 

you thought to yourself, "no, you've been ignoring me ever since you got that new setup." you attempted to say a word, but it came out in broken syllables. it's come to a point where you can't even speak to your boyfriend without breaking down. cracks were building up in that dam you created in your heart, not wanting to tell choso the truth. 

"i-i have?" you questioned. "'m so sorry, choso."to be honest, it hurt when you said his name. it's come to the point where you don't even want to say his name anymore. 

suddenly, the feeling of warmth surrounded you. you felt like you were in hell, but more peacefully. it surrounded you, everywhere. every single atom in your body succumbed to the warmth that unreasonably came to you. 

"y/n, please, just tell me." choso gripped his arms around you tighter as you sobbed into his shirt. the same shirt that you used to wear to bed. the same shirt he fucked you in for multiple occasions. the same shirt that you washed and dried just for him (and you) to wear. "you, choso." you managed to mutter out into his shirt. "you are the matter." 

you started to fist his shirt—anger was taking control now. you felt choso's eyes widened as he looked at you. those eyes of his were now saddened, but slightly confused. 

"me?" he questioned himself, almost mockingly. "yes, you!" you exclaimed, punching him on his chest with intent to leave a bruise. "what have i done, sweetheart?" he asked, putting both of his large hands on your shoulders. 

you looked at him, those now dried eyes beginning to have a slight wetness to them. "ever since you bought that game, you've been ignoring me! you've been ignoring my cooking, my offerings, my love! everything!" you let all those feelings rush out at you all at once. choso took in what you said—like the good boyfriend he was aiming to be. 

"baby, why didn't you tell me sooner?" choso asked, caressing your cheek in his hand and rubbing the excess salty tears off your face. "y-you wouldn't listen to me sooner." choso sighed, "of course i would've. you could've just turned off my game and i would transfer all of my attention over to you." 

you gulped. 

you've seen how men (especially boys) act when their game gets turned off mid-round. you saw how angry they got and how their mood would change immediately. "it would be risky." you said. "risky?" he asked with a questionable expression. "how would that be risky, baby?" he asked yet again, looking at you with now confused eyes. 

you chuckled in your hand, "you would get all cranky 'n stuff." choso grinned, "cranky? me?" you two began laughing again, savoring the moment before his game automatically went to the title screen. 

"baby, i promise i won't make the same mistake again. if i do, i give you permission to slap me." you awed, "permission to slap the choso kamo?" you questioned. he nodded his head in confirmation as you giggled and ran away from his grasp. 

"dinner is ready! don’t be late mr. choso." you said as you ran down the stairs giggling all the way down. 

he sighed into his palm that was collectively held up by his knee as he sat down. he turned off his set up and closed the door to your shared room. 

"typical y/n." he murmured to himself as he made his way down to eat your delicious cooking.

2022 © originally posted by @k-3nt0. please do not copy, translate, repost, or plagiarize. (reblogs are appreciated!)

🔍︎ — choso kamo ✰ fem!reader

♯ — cockwarming choso while he plays his video games.

∎ — 0.7k ✰ smut/fluff (sexual interaction, cockwarming, vaginal penetration, pet names, consensual).

ⅲ — its beginning to look a lot like christmas.

choso was a gamer. he played his video games on a regular basis, taking time off to spend with you and also to spend time with his friends virtually. 

choso was always really focused on his games before he met you. even though he’s still like that, he takes time off to spend time with his love—which would be you. 

it was nighttime during a nice saturday. you were sitting on the nice comforted sofa watching a thriller movie when you heard the sounds of frustrated groans coming from your boyfriend’s room. you continued to ignore it, because of how often he makes those sounds whilst losing a match, while you continue to watch your movie. 

approximately five minutes later, you get a text from choso. 

“come here” it read. you gulped, apparently he was not in a good mood. he would usually send you texts saying “love, would you please come here” or something of that sort. but right now, he was armed and dangerous. he was in a really sour mood. 

you turned off your phone and headed to the room where choso lurked. he glanced at you with his plum-colored eyes as he patted his thigh, signaling for you to come and sit. you obliged, sitting on choso’s lap while he fixated the controller in his hand and began to continue playing. 

his fingers continuously moved on the buttons, controlling the direction the character moves and what actions the character performed. you sat there, just looking at his fingers dance across the display of buttons. you unconsciously started to twiddle with your fingers: choso didn’t notice this since he was too focused on his game. 

once you finally caught onto what you were doing, the screen turned red. 

choso lost once again. 

he let out a thread of curse words left and right, bouncing off the walls and getting absorbed by the couch that sat directly behind him. “choso,” you whisper. “it’s okay, it’s just a game.” choso gazed as you—more like side-eyeing. you knew how serious he took his video games. 

“i know.” he managed to mumble out, wrapping his hands around your waist and burying his face into your neck. you giggled at his ministrations. 

“so, why did you tell me to come?” choso sighed, “missed you. plus this game is making me pretty pissed.” you giggled yet again at his statement, seeing your boyfriend make a slight frown. “what can i do to make you un-pissed?” you questioned while still in the midst of laughing. 

choso looked serious this time, but at that same time, his eyes were filled with lust. that sentence ignited a fire inside of his that needed to be put out immediately—but it stayed burning. “sit on it.” he commanded. it wasn’t a mere statement or question, it sounded like he wanted it to be done. “it?” you questioned. “sit on my cock. be a good girl f’me, yeah?” you gulped and began to shift over enough to pull choso’s pants and boxers down to his mid-thigh. he groaned at the action as his thumb slightly slid off of the base of the controller. his plum-like eyes were staring holes into you without even knowing. a grin started to plaster on his face as you watched his tip quickly meet his stomach. 

choso placed the controller down on the stand as he took two of his fingers and quickly swiped your folds. “mmm, wet for me already? i haven’t even started.” choso chuckled after the sentence as he slowly slid you down on his cock. “you aren’t wearing anything underneath either. you dirty, dirty girl.” choso cooed. you moaned as the sudden movement, but after awhile you were successfully planted on his dick. 

he kissed your temple to help distract you from the pain and began to run soothing circles around your thighs. “shh, it’s okay baby. you did amazing. now just sit here and stay quiet, m’kay?” he asked. you nodded your head, complying to his statement while he continued to play his game. 

you clenched here and there causing choso to make little grunts and groans here and there as well. you were uncomfortable so you shifted to a more decent position. choso unexpectedly let out a short loud groan. “y-you okay?” you stuttered saying, proof that you were being filled to the brim by choso’s cock. he shook his head and continued playing as you sat there in silence, slowly falling asleep on his dick. 

from there on, choso was winning matches left and right.

2022 © originally posted by @kentofication. please do not copy, translate, repost, or plagiarize. (reblogs are appreciated!)