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yuta in gojo’s body has puppy dog eyes 🥹

I'm gonna cry

yello yello bestieee Von.Momo here i'm here for this.

"oh magestic Kiwi who will be my match from Bleach and Jujutsu kaizen?" *read in a dramatic tone*

i describe myself to be very anxious,kind,selfless,paranoid,stressed,sensitive and depressed?

i love both sex rough and gentle,but i do get shy when talking about it.i love cuddles,lots n lots of them,any kind of affection,hugs,cuddles kissed,holding hands and petnames.

on valentine day i dont want to do nothing fancy,just eating snacks or sweet that my other half likes with them,cuddles and just relaxing and maybe ...something more....passionate.

i use any kind of pronouns really but i prefer he/him.

i use safe words during lovemaking,but well as SHY i can be with lovemaking...i can be very VERY needy sometimes lol and starting having a breeding kink [i have no shame in admitting this....okay maybe a little] and that all i want is for my other half to be happy with me and cherish our beautiful and intimate moments until our final days :)

nothing have fun bestie

Kisuke will cherish everything about you while also uplifting your spirits with his cheesy humor. He'll whisper sweet nothings into your ear while cuddling, and even feed you sweets personally. This man will go all out to make you feel loved, especially in bed. Gentle kisses along your skin as he praises every single inch of your body. This special day is always over the top, but he does it for you. To show his love and fondness in having you by his side, forever.

Yuta will NEVER make you feel unloved. He will go above and beyond to show you that you're the one for him. He doesn't mind your neediness. In fact, this sweet boy craves it. He always gives in to you, not that he sees it as an issue, but he'll do his best to make this day incredibly special for you. Even if it means he takes a few pages from the books of others while adding his own spin to it. Just for you. Let him pamper you. Tell him what you want to do the most this Valentine's Day, and he'll do it.

now that jjk is coming to a close end, there’s something i have to admit. i hate yuta, despise even. quite frankly i never even cared for him, he’s borderline useless. i feel like if yuta wasn’t in the story it would all progress the same. and honestly he made the fight worse with sukuna by taking over gojo’s body. and he’s overall ugly tbh

I fucking love this image so much, because this is such a Yuta pose I fucking can’t 😭. It’s the little awkward lean into maki’s arm around the hands at his side tge slight angle. This is the definition I don’t know how to Pose in pictures pose and I love it so much

promoting my edit here cuz it flopped on tiktok🥹

promoting my edit here cuz it flopped on tiktok🥹

HELP thabk you sm for the tag 💟💟

(tried for Yuta 😈)

tagging some of my favs: @inmaki @just-jordie-things @pupkashi @innaillus @delzinrowe + every single one of my followers if they’d like to join <3

instagram dump w your fav <3 (any random photos, no aesthetic bounds) [inspired by zen's moodboard for saehue 😇😇 @saeyaki]

'toru and me 💞💞

no pressure tagging 🤗🤗🤗:

@avatarofstars, @aikatoru, @sukunasweetheart, @sukunasteeth, @javarium

@thefallofruins, @andysdrafts, @afortoru, @moonneiy, @strawberrystepmom

actual satoru crumbs i’m going to pass out, he is too adorable 😭

PUPPY LOVE.

summary — pretty boy wants to cheer you up for the new semester!

genre — fluff

“I fucking hate this,” you groaned, eyes wandered all over the calendar and notes you had displayed on your desk while you organized. January, the start of the new year and a new term for college— And here you were, already not pumped up for the tedious months headed your way.

Yuta looked over and briefly glanced at your crumbled posture in the chair. His phone was lazily situated within his grasp as he giggled in amusement.

“It won’t be that bad, it hasn’t even started yet,” he told you, trying to compromise the situation with a lighter heart. You, however, didn’t have that much positivity.

“That means another four months of stress, exams… Fuck man!” A burst of agony once again left your lips, breaking down more and you plopped your head on the table.

Yuta shook his head at your wailing, and placed his phone down as he leaned back in his chair. Seeing how you were and how he also had way more classes to take up for the term, it was no surprise that the year would automatically be tough for the both of you. He quickly glanced back to your head buried in your arms, and briefly cleared his throat.

“Say, you aren’t doing anything next week though, right?” he asked, shifting his position on the chair back and forth.

“Nope,” you replied softly, a deep sigh escaping not long after. “I was planning to lock myself in my room—“

“Let’s not do that,” he interjected amusingly, chuckling away at your pessimistic tone. “Wanna do something? Something fun, I mean. To lighten our moods for the semester.”

You immediately perked up, sitting straight in your chair and you turned to him with wide eyes.

“Like what?” you asked curiously, moving your body to face him.

Yuta looked up at the ceiling in thought, you could see the calculations run through his head. After a couple seconds, he turned to you as well and rested his elbows upon his knees.

“Remember that café you said you wanted to visit? It was the bunny one, right?” he suggested and looked for your sign of approval, to which you lightened up at his words. An obvious sign to him, of course.

“I’ll take that as a ‘yes’ and you wanna go,” he answered, a soft smile played on his lips. You nodded and finally relaxed, the tension in your shoulder unwinding.

“How did you remember? I mentioned the bunny café like… Two months ago?”

He let out a laugh before bashfully looking away, finding solace in the many fluffy pillows you had on your bed and the night stand. A tiny, porcelain bunny sat proud next to the alarm clock. A knowing expression came to his face and mumbled out:

“I just know you.”

—

AN; creds to mu_kmijj <3

CURSED SPIRIT — y.o

⛤ curse! yuuta okkotsu x fem! reader

yuuta okkotsu being your one and only curse.

cw. smut. unprotected sex. creampies. multiple orgasms. groping. dry humping. public sex-ish. fingering. slight oral (f. receiving). overstimulation. thigh fucking. somnophilia. possessiveness. yandere tendencies. mentions of violence. +18!

wc: 1.2k

a/n: inspired by @deviants-forest work! etc. (go check it out) also happy kinktober! :)

Curse!yuuta who creeps up your back, his hands finding your waist and his lips tickle your ear as he’s whispering how much he needs you on a subway train to home. “Not now…” you whisper over your shoulder to him trying not to be noticeable by others who crowded you and payed no mind, too busy on their phones. You bit your bottom lip when he presses himself against your ass in one movement already having your blood rush like crazy. You try to keep your composure like nothings bothering you but yuuta’s hard on humping into you desperately, whining in your ear and his cold hands reaching under your shirt to grope your boob. “need you ‘s bad” he was always touchy, could never keep his hands off you.

Curse!yuuta who doesn’t mind your sorcerer friends as long as they don’t get too close. Your friends can sense the heavy weight of cursed energy from you, even if they got close it was too much to bare sense yuuta was around, the air would fill thick and negative. You could barely go out with them to eat without his fingers buried in your cunt and playing your clit. They would ask you if you were okay when your head is down on the table but you just excuse it as you were not feeling well for a second but yuuta is grinning ear to ear, amused how your well your taking his slender fingers, curling them inside and you can’t help but squirm in your seat acting like your stomach is just hurting though you were about to orgasm. “Please yuuta..” you whisper to him “Come on you can cum on my fingers..” his raspy tone sending you shivers down your back.

Curse!yuuta who watches an “old friend” hug you, his hands in places that shouldn’t be. After you would praise yuuta for staying calm but yuuta would give shake his head only because you would be upset if he did anything and simply gave you a warning “Next time I’ll break his arm” “You can’t be serious” you sigh, you always knew he was.

Curse!yuuta who clenches his fist watching some prick try to flirt with you in front of him knowing he can’t be seen. Even the second time you reject him you can feel yuuta’s anger grow by the second that in any moment he would take action. “I-i have a boyfriend-“ praying yuuta doesn’t get violent “I don’t see him?” His hand coming up to touch your shoulder now he’s on the floor shouting in pain, blood from his broken nose all over his hands, shaken up that he didn’t see anyone hit him? Was he going crazy? “Pathetic” Yuuta mutters luckily he held back a lot, he could do so much worse and this wasn’t the first time.

Curse!yuuta who gets anxious that you might hate him when you get into arguments. He feels like he can’t exist without you, he’s nothing without you and the thought of you hating him makes his heart sink and scared that he’ll be all alone. He didn’t care about anyone else he just needed you. The amount of times you got tired of telling him not to hurt people and you could handle the situation yourself. He’ll plead you not to hate him and apologized excessively. “We can talk about this tomorrow” his stomach sinking by the tone of your voice that it will all end up to you hating him. He couldn’t stand the feeling.

Curse!yuuta who wants to let you know how much he loves you and how much he needs you, praying you don’t leave him or hate him. He glares at you in your sleeping state though he can’t wait til tomorrow he needed you to know now. “Please don’t hate me” “i love you so much” as he’s softly kissing your neck on each side, peeling your panties off. The cold air makes your cunt clench at his sight. He’s kissing the inner of your thighs sweetly and his lips makes contact with your pussy and a small whimper emits from your mouth. “Yuuta” you utter half sleep thinking it was only a sex dream, you were a heavy sleeper at that. he’s burying his lips between your folds trying to get more like he was so starved. If he can just make you feel good you won’t be mad at him and you can forgive him.

Curse!yuuta who can’t wait any longer, his dick pulsating through his pants even how much he gets drunk off your pussy, he loves the taste of it every time but he’s rutting against the mattress. Brings your thighs together to slip his cock between, throwing his head back letting out quiet moans as his cock is rubbing against your clit between your thighs. Your eyelids almost twitching open. He spreads your legs apart and sinks his dick into you watching your pretty lashes flutter at the sudden pleasure of you being spread apart. “Yu..?” You begin to stir awake, he kisses your lips before you start to fully take consciousness. “I don’t want you to hate me” “forgive me please” as he’s thrusting harsh inside you and swallowing your lips. By the time your walls were the shape of him every time he used you so it was easy for him to slide right in, you were made for him and he was made for you was the thought that brought him comfort. His fingers entwines with yours, his cock continuously rubbing hard in your insides. “Yuuta!” You moaned beautifully in his ear, your hand clawing at his back, yuuta loved it, it didn’t hurt him because you could never hurt him he didn’t mind it.

Curse!yuuta not wanting to stop, he’ll never get tired of cumming and filling up your pussy. You’ll be overstimulated begging him to stop it was awfully much to handle, you couldn’t cum anymore but you did as he’s plunging his cock in your abused cunt. The choke sobs and sounds of squelching filled the room “Need you-need you tell me you love me…please f-forgive me..ah!” Rubbing your clit increasing more nerves. “I-i love you yuuta! Ah-I really do! I could never be mad at you” Your words lifting weight off his chest still pounding into you. Holding you in a warm embrace to finish inside you. When he did filling up your womb one last time with his string of cum, your nails dig into his back letting your last orgasms crash into you. You let out a cry into his shoulder, your body trembles.

Curse!yuuta who needs constant reassurance you’ll never leave him, placing gentle kisses on each part of his face. Even though he’s nothing but a curse to you, being invisible to the outside world, Has a hard time showing remorse it’s just what he does to protect you, he somewhat doesn’t know that but knows he can be a bit possessive he just can’t help the urges of anyone getting close to you or worse even laying a finger.

Curse!yuuta bending you over the counter in the morning as you were trying to make yourself breakfast, last night was rough you were a bit sore but yuuta still misses your pussy. “Just a quick one I promise! I miss you so much! I’m just displaying my love for you—“ he pushes himself inside your worn out cunt from last night once again, you whimper at the feeling each time he rolls his hips when his balls slap against you. His hands reaching to your tit, massaging it in his palms. You don’t think you could ever break the curse from yuuta okkotsu.

OBSESSED: YUTA (PT. II)

A/N: Special grade lover boy finally has you, his dream girl, in his hands. Surely he’ll be able to handle it…right?

S/N: This one is for the anon(s), the Yuuta girlies. I hope this means I get to rush Yuta Phi Alpha next year!! 🤭 (you can read part I here )

C/W: Yandere themes, aged up characters (21+), Mature, 18+

Any minute now.

You should be calling, any minute now.

Yuuta rolls his favorite pair of your underwear into a cylinder.

Even. Perfect.

He tucks it next to the 14 other perfectly even cylinders he’s taken from you.

An impressive collection, considering that it’s been only 3 months since he’s been back from Morocco.

3 months since you eviscerated the barrier between fantasy and reality.

You touched him. You kissed him. His building blocks came crashing down at your feet.

And yet, you still don’t see him.

It’s been torture.

Purgatory.

Falling back into the platonic, easy insteps of friendship. Breathy giggles. Air tight hugs. Feather light kisses.

On his cheek.

Friendly gestures as thin as the air on the summit of Mount Everest.

Leaving Yuuta the same way, every time.

Desperately tugging his cock.

Filling your stolen lingerie with his seed. Marking you. Branding you as his over and over again. In the confines of his quiet, sterile apartment.

Sullied by his lewd coping mechanisms. Babbling your praises day in and day out. The paintings on his walls know you by name.

Because you’re his.

Yuuta has chosen to love you every minute between sunrise and sunset and sunrise again. Ever since his cold met your warmth.

From afar. In the dark. Meticulously crafting the blueprint of your future together. Where you love him, freely. Openly. Without input from your friends or exes.

You need him.

Why else would he be the first person you call after every date?

Agonizing about whether you said the right thing. Or wore the right thing. Leaving a long list of people Yuuta has to take care of.

Not that he minds. He loves helping you.

Beautiful, silly girl.

Can’t you see?

He’s already created a gorgeous life for you two. He’ll give you the stars. The moon. A whole galaxy if you want it.

True, mutual love.

He just has to make you see it.

See him.

“There you are.” Your ringtone is his personal call bell.

Yuuta was starting to think you were going to use your girlfriend’s shoulder to cry on instead of him.

You were supposed to be out on a third date tonight. But you’re not. When it comes to picking up the pieces after your frivolous little flings — Yuuta is always your go to.

“Hey you.”

His palm caresses the heavy bulge in his pants. Tone is steady. Unassuming.

“Yuuta?” Soft sobs intertwine with his name, and it’s decadent.

“Hey. Hey.” Yuuta’s fingers impatiently tug down his zipper. Adams Apple sliding down the column of his neck, swallowing a moan.

You sound so pretty like this.

“What’s wrong, beautiful?”

“Can I…can I just come over?”

“Yes..of course you can.” Each word rolls off his tongue carefully. A stark contrast to the storm winds rattling his heart around its cage.

Broken, teary whines kiss his ears and glide down his spine. Yuuta pulls his cock free. Smearing pearly beads of pre cum around his swollen head. His body is so well trained for you. Primed to your voice. Your touch. Your gaze.

“You’re the best, Yuu.”

A satisfied grin blooms across Yuuta’s face. He uncurls his long fingers from around his base.

No more self indulgence. Not yet.

Tonight is about you.

“See you soon.”

—-

Is this wrong?

This is wrong.

…right?

Your fingers plait together. Shifting weight between your feet.

Staring at Yuuta’s door, knowing your dark-haired, sleepy-eyed friend is probably watching the clock. Anticipating your arrival.

Maybe you shouldn’t vent to him about other guys.

Maybe you shouldn’t use him to soothe your broken heart.

But he’s so soft with you.

Patient. With open ears, open arms. His capacity for you seems limitless.

Always peering at you with those deep set, graphite eyes. Opaque, winter fog. Quick to muddle your sense of direction if you look into them long enough.

Kind, but so, so unsettling.

Before you can reason yourself away from his apartment, Yuuta pulls open his front door.

“Hey pretty,” his mellow greeting is a warm weighted blanket around your shoulders.

“Hi Yuu,” your arms snake around his neck. Because it’s comfortable. He’s comfortable.

His toned arms sink into your lower back. As if your waist was tailored to the contour of his muscle. A low sigh breezes against your neck.

“Come in.”

Yuuta is hushed. He always is. Perpetually whispering secrets for your ears only.

You follow the gentle sorcerer into his apartment. Low lit. Shadows from the candle wicks dancing along his walls. Beckoning you into his lair.

“I made you some tea, is that okay?”

Yuuta’s lithe fingers fidget against his thighs. Almost 4 years of friendship and he still hasn’t shaken his nervous ticks around you.

Sweet boy.

“Yes please,” your smile is already less gloomy.

Yuuta mirrors you with a lopsided smile of his own. Small dimples dusting a boyish charm over his otherwise haunting features. He shuffles to the kitchen. And you take in his broad shoulders. Lean, muscular physique.

He really is handsome.

Eerily beautiful.

Effervescent porcelain skin, deepened from the Moroccan sun. Acute, angular jaw line. High cheekbones. Thick, raven hair that’s always a little storm-tossed.

A crescent moon against a clear night sky. Watching over souls trapped in their own personal graveyards.

There’s something about him that always seems…heavy.

Constantly balancing the weight of the world on his back.

Or something.

You settle in the couch just as Yuuta materializes into the living room. Stealthy, quiet footsteps. If he wasn’t the one who let you in you could be convinced that you’re alone in his apartment.

“Be careful, it’s still hot.” Yuuta warns. His eyes linger on your lips. Memorizing each pucker.

He’s so close.

Sweet steam kisses his face with each blow. And he sits there. Perfectly opposite of your mug.

Unphased. Unblinking. Still.

Close enough to take a sip of his own.

“Thank you for letting me come over on short notice, Yuu.”

Your thighs startle beneath his wintry touch. Both palms, larger than you remember, knead the fleshiest part of your hips.

“Don’t thank me. I’m here for you.” His tone descends. A deep drawl laced with conviction.

“I’ll always be here for you.” Yuuta repeats, pads of his fingers indent into your skin.

Your eyes metronome between his.

Slowly evanescing into his firm, glacial touch. Hazy from his half lidded gaze. There’s no time space continuum between you two.

“Yuuta—“

“Tell me what happened.” Shards of glass rain down his dry windpipe. Willing with every cell in his body to remain neutral.

The gates open.

You’re so animated. It’s captivating. How you feel so many things.

The way your eyes flutter while telling him about how you were stood up. A call came out of the blue. A short, unsatisfying cancellation of your dinner date.

And Yuuta leans in. Nodding. Petting your mouth-fucking-watering thighs. Forcing himself to remember to move his eyebrows. And blink. And look away from Aphrodite every so often.

He knows the story.

He wrote the story.

And for the record, gorgeous. Your crush sounds pathetic when he’s begging for mercy.

Weak.

A man like that is beneath you.

Yuuta’s jaw loses tone.

Pretty crystals line your eyes. Your bottom lip is swollen. Red like Merlot stains on a bottle cork. Your mini skirt rides up a quarter inch higher by the second. Mostly from his fingers. Every time you gesticulate he caresses just a bit higher.

White noise fills the space between Yuuta’s ears. He’s inebriated. Incapacitated by the honey that seeps from your mouth every time you speak.

And he can’t keep ignoring the way his cock is thrashing against its barrier. Begging. Pleading for reprieve.

The Apple in the Garden of Eden.

And the consequences of his inevitable bite mean nothing to him.

“Please,” Yuuta interrupts. Barely above a whisper.

Your eyebrows crawl together at the center of your barbie doll face. So oblivious. Blissfully unaware of how you fuck his brain to nothing but smooth, empty, mush.

“I’m sorry I’m rambling—“

“No. No.”

Yuuta’s body moves before his mind can catch up. He slides off the couch to his knees. Nudging his hips between your legs. His muscular arms hook beneath your legs at lightening speed.

You have no time to gather words when he pulls you to the edge of the couch.

“Yuuta?” Delicate hands fly to his shoulders. Steadying yourself in this new, sudden position.

You’re heady. Shocked. Glassy eyed. Fully flushed from your button nose to ears.

You have no idea how addicting you are. Working sticky heat out of Yuuta’s needy length without even touching him.

He presses his lips into your inner thigh. Instinctively gripping your hips forward when you reflexively jump back.

“So perfect,” Goosebumps cascade along where his moist mouth traces.

“Y-yuuta, we...we’re friends.”

Yuuta drags his drunken gaze to meet yours. Resting his head in your lap. Feathering his icy hands up your butter soft skin.

“You’re so pretty.” He murmurs. Purposefully evading your observations.

He has some observations of his own.

Yuuta doesn’t miss the way his praise affects you. How your breath hitches. And your nails dig into his shoulders. Pupils blown to a full moon.

And the slow growing damp spot at the apex of your pink cotton panties. Yuuta can’t bring himself to stare at your precious rose. Not yet. He’ll cum in his pants if he looks now.

His slender nose traces up your quivering leg. And you bloom. Thighs drifting further apart. Making space for him. Inviting him in. Rewarding him.

“I can make you feel better.”

You gift him a pitiful little whine in response. Timid fingers travel into his nape. Yuuta’s heavy eyelids curtain his vision.

The room is spinning.

And Yuuta is kneeling at the only alter he will worship at. The only alter that will ever receive his devotion.

Those years of waiting. Wanting. Watching. Unsent love letters. Saved texts. Practiced conversations in the mirror. Stolen trinkets. Pieces of you he’s kept along the way.

It was all worth it.

Because the love of his life is spread open for him. Vulnerable. Needy. Melting beneath his touch like your body knows it belongs to him.

Yuuta couldn’t hold back if he wanted to.

“D..do you know how perfect you are?” Yuuta asks the warm, sore flesh beneath his lips. Admiring the trail of bruises he’s left up your inner thigh.

“Yuu, you don’t mean that.” You mewl and squirm like a brand new kitten. Mousing his hair between your fingers.

“I mean it. Y..you’re so…” his voice trails off when his trembling, pale digits finally press into your wet heat.

“S-soft. You’re so soft.” Drool pooling in his mouth chips away at his coherence.

Yuuta’s stormy eyes find the meeting point of his hand and your sex. The sight alone bucks his diamond hard shaft off of his leg. The friction from his damp boxers and rigid jean blurs his vision.

“Oh pretty girl.”

“Mmghhhh Y-Yuu..ah god.”

Both of your husky musings collide. Yuuta drives his long two fingers into your accepting, driveling opening.

He immediately curls up into your pleasure point. Eliciting the most dreamy, listless curve to your back. Tossing your head into the pillows behind you. Gripping his roots into your hand.

“Y-yuu, I need…please.”

Whimpers wrap around Yuuta’s cock and jerks him out of his fucked out state.

He didn’t realize he was open-mouth staring at how your cunt squeezes and tugs on his fingers. Leaking your dew onto your thighs. His fingers. His couch. Saliva streams down the corner of his mouth like he’s a starved animal.

He blinks up at you. Debauched. Lusty. Filthy in the way your hips are undulating against him. Taking your pleasure right out of his hands.

“I need…I need to hear you say it baby.”

Yuuta swipes his tongue against your clothed pussy. And you nearly buck off the couch.

“Please, y-yuu,” diamonds line your eyes again. So much pleasure in the pain of being teased.

“Say it, baby.” His breath kisses your swollen clit. “T-tell me what you need.”

“Lick..please, suck…Yuu,” He’s never heard a more beautiful plea. And his restraint was already teetering on a hair string.

Yuuta’s other free hand rips your panties away from your dewy folds. And his spine is set on fire.

The dull ache in his pelvis crashes into him like he’s at the deadly meeting point of the Atlantic, Pacific and Southern oceans.

“So..so pre..god.” Nonsensical words. Unintelligible noises.

Then his tongue circles your bud and he is gifted a taste of your elixir.

Somewhere between his pathetic sobs into your pussy, your gorgeous melody filling the room and how you grind your pretty petals along the length of his tongue — Yuuta isn’t sure he’ll be able to survive this.

At some point he pulled his cock free from its restraint. Spearing high and heavy in the air. Constant needy dribbles of pre cum staining his shirt, rolling down the length of his shaft. One or two drops even escaping to the floor between his knees.

He hasn’t stroked his length once. And he is this close to release.

And it is infuriating.

Yuuta hates how closely he is riding his peak right now.

Because he is not nearly done with you yet.

He wants you on his tongue. On his cock. For hours. He needs to coax orgasm after orgasm out of his one true love.

“Y-yuuta,” your right hand pulls at his head with all your strength. Yuuta has to bite back a whine.

His murky gaze meets your darkened one.

“Inside.” A clear, high-pitched command.

And Yuuta couldn’t dream of denying you. Of saying no to you, ever.

“O-okay, yes baby.”

He stumbles to his feet. Shakily working his jeans and boxers into a pile around his feet.

Your wide eyes and oh shaped mouth stains his face cherry red.

Why are you looking at him like that?

Is he not enough?

Were your other lovers bigger?

He’ll get rid of them if—

“Yuuta…will it fit?”

You shatter his spiral to stardust. He can breathe again for the first time since you came over.

Yuuta eagerly chases you up the length of the couch. Until he’s nestled comfortably in your legs. Your heat kissing along his drenched rod. Mixing your arousal with his.

“It’ll fit, because you’re made for me”

Yuuta rasps through tight lips. Burying his head into the gentle slope of your neck.

How is everything going exactly right and completely wrong at the same time?

He is more disciplined than this.

He is supposed to be in control.

But your warm, sweet petals sheath his length.

And you begin to circle your hips underneath him. Rubbing your nectar along his cock like you are marking him as yours.

Yuuta loses his sense of reality.

Unrelenting waves of heat ram into his groin. His cock stutters and beats against your precious cunt. He can’t bring himself to look you in the eye. Because everything dampens.

“No…n—no no wait!”

Yuuta smears protests into your neck. Hips rutting against your opening. Pressing you deep within the cushions. Rabid, uncontrolled movements. Ascending in pace faster than you can keep up.

“Fuck, fuck..”

“Yuuta? Are you cu—“

You have your answer the moment his hips hover over yours. Cupping his thick, blushing tip.

He fails to contain his explosion. Yuuta is mortified when stark white globs contrast your black mini skirt.

Air settles thick between you.

Circulating breaths between his clipped and your shocked ones. Decades pass between you before silence is broken.

“Don’t worry, Yuu! This doesn’t change anything.” Your smile is light and playful. Kind in the way that makes him fall in love with you again.

But…what do you mean?

Of course this changes everything.

He can please you.

He knows that.

This was just…

This was just one time.

The first time.

Amidst the cyclone of thoughts decimating Yuuta's brain, you’ve managed to wiggle around him. Currently lacing up your strappy heels.

Yuuta’s mouth lolls open but words fail to materialize.

Once you’re satisfied with your appearance, you prance over to his side. Still frozen on the couch with a handful of his cum. In the messy remnants of his unwanted peak.

Your lips meet his cheek. And your next words run his blood subzero.

“We’re still friends! We’ll always be friends, Yuu.”

Yuuta’s steely eyes laser into your retreating figure with sniper precision.

Beautiful, silly girl.

You two will never be just friends.

OBSESSED: YUTA (PT. II)

A/N: Special grade lover boy finally has you, his dream girl, in his hands. Surely he’ll be able to handle it…right?

S/N: This one is for the anon(s), the Yuuta girlies. I hope this means I get to rush Yuta Phi Alpha next year!! 🤭 (you can read part I here )

C/W: Yandere themes, aged up characters (21+), Mature, 18+

Any minute now.

You should be calling, any minute now.

Yuuta rolls his favorite pair of your underwear into a cylinder.

Even. Perfect.

He tucks it next to the 14 other perfectly even cylinders he’s taken from you.

An impressive collection, considering that it’s been only 3 months since he’s been back from Morocco.

3 months since you eviscerated the barrier between fantasy and reality.

You touched him. You kissed him. His building blocks came crashing down at your feet.

And yet, you still don’t see him.

It’s been torture.

Purgatory.

Falling back into the platonic, easy insteps of friendship. Breathy giggles. Air tight hugs. Feather light kisses.

On his cheek.

Friendly gestures as thin as the air on the summit of Mount Everest.

Leaving Yuuta the same way, every time.

Desperately tugging his cock.

Filling your stolen lingerie with his seed. Marking you. Branding you as his over and over again. In the confines of his quiet, sterile apartment.

Sullied by his lewd coping mechanisms. Babbling your praises day in and day out. The paintings on his walls know you by name.

Because you’re his.

Yuuta has chosen to love you every minute between sunrise and sunset and sunrise again. Ever since his cold met your warmth.

From afar. In the dark. Meticulously crafting the blueprint of your future together. Where you love him, freely. Openly. Without input from your friends or exes.

You need him.

Why else would he be the first person you call after every date?

Agonizing about whether you said the right thing. Or wore the right thing. Leaving a long list of people Yuuta has to take care of.

Not that he minds. He loves helping you.

Beautiful, silly girl.

Can’t you see?

He’s already created a gorgeous life for you two. He’ll give you the stars. The moon. A whole galaxy if you want it.

True, mutual love.

He just has to make you see it.

See him.

“There you are.” Your ringtone is his personal call bell.

Yuuta was starting to think you were going to use your girlfriend’s shoulder to cry on instead of him.

You were supposed to be out on a third date tonight. But you’re not. When it comes to picking up the pieces after your frivolous little flings — Yuuta is always your go to.

“Hey you.”

His palm caresses the heavy bulge in his pants. Tone is steady. Unassuming.

“Yuuta?” Soft sobs intertwine with his name, and it’s decadent.

“Hey. Hey.” Yuuta’s fingers impatiently tug down his zipper. Adams Apple sliding down the column of his neck, swallowing a moan.

You sound so pretty like this.

“What’s wrong, beautiful?”

“Can I…can I just come over?”

“Yes..of course you can.” Each word rolls off his tongue carefully. A stark contrast to the storm winds rattling his heart around its cage.

Broken, teary whines kiss his ears and glide down his spine. Yuuta pulls his cock free. Smearing pearly beads of pre cum around his swollen head. His body is so well trained for you. Primed to your voice. Your touch. Your gaze.

“You’re the best, Yuu.”

A satisfied grin blooms across Yuuta’s face. He uncurls his long fingers from around his base.

No more self indulgence. Not yet.

Tonight is about you.

“See you soon.”

—-

Is this wrong?

This is wrong.

…right?

Your fingers plait together. Shifting weight between your feet.

Staring at Yuuta’s door, knowing your dark-haired, sleepy-eyed friend is probably watching the clock. Anticipating your arrival.

Maybe you shouldn’t vent to him about other guys.

Maybe you shouldn’t use him to soothe your broken heart.

But he’s so soft with you.

Patient. With open ears, open arms. His capacity for you seems limitless.

Always peering at you with those deep set, graphite eyes. Opaque, winter fog. Quick to muddle your sense of direction if you look into them long enough.

Kind, but so, so unsettling.

Before you can reason yourself away from his apartment, Yuuta pulls open his front door.

“Hey pretty,” his mellow greeting is a warm weighted blanket around your shoulders.

“Hi Yuu,” your arms snake around his neck. Because it’s comfortable. He’s comfortable.

His toned arms sink into your lower back. As if your waist was tailored to the contour of his muscle. A low sigh breezes against your neck.

“Come in.”

Yuuta is hushed. He always is. Perpetually whispering secrets for your ears only.

You follow the gentle sorcerer into his apartment. Low lit. Shadows from the candle wicks dancing along his walls. Beckoning you into his lair.

“I made you some tea, is that okay?”

Yuuta’s lithe fingers fidget against his thighs. Almost 4 years of friendship and he still hasn’t shaken his nervous ticks around you.

Sweet boy.

“Yes please,” your smile is already less gloomy.

Yuuta mirrors you with a lopsided smile of his own. Small dimples dusting a boyish charm over his otherwise haunting features. He shuffles to the kitchen. And you take in his broad shoulders. Lean, muscular physique.

He really is handsome.

Eerily beautiful.

Effervescent porcelain skin, deepened from the Moroccan sun. Acute, angular jaw line. High cheekbones. Thick, raven hair that’s always a little storm-tossed.

A crescent moon against a clear night sky. Watching over souls trapped in their own personal graveyards.

There’s something about him that always seems…heavy.

Constantly balancing the weight of the world on his back.

Or something.

You settle in the couch just as Yuuta materializes into the living room. Stealthy, quiet footsteps. If he wasn’t the one who let you in you could be convinced that you’re alone in his apartment.

“Be careful, it’s still hot.” Yuuta warns. His eyes linger on your lips. Memorizing each pucker.

He’s so close.

Sweet steam kisses his face with each blow. And he sits there. Perfectly opposite of your mug.

Unphased. Unblinking. Still.

Close enough to take a sip of his own.

“Thank you for letting me come over on short notice, Yuu.”

Your thighs startle beneath his wintry touch. Both palms, larger than you remember, knead the fleshiest part of your hips.

“Don’t thank me. I’m here for you.” His tone descends. A deep drawl laced with conviction.

“I’ll always be here for you.” Yuuta repeats, pads of his fingers indent into your skin.

Your eyes metronome between his.

Slowly evanescing into his firm, glacial touch. Hazy from his half lidded gaze. There’s no time space continuum between you two.

“Yuuta—“

“Tell me what happened.” Shards of glass rain down his dry windpipe. Willing with every cell in his body to remain neutral.

The gates open.

You’re so animated. It’s captivating. How you feel so many things.

The way your eyes flutter while telling him about how you were stood up. A call came out of the blue. A short, unsatisfying cancellation of your dinner date.

And Yuuta leans in. Nodding. Petting your mouth-fucking-watering thighs. Forcing himself to remember to move his eyebrows. And blink. And look away from Aphrodite every so often.

He knows the story.

He wrote the story.

And for the record, gorgeous. Your crush sounds pathetic when he’s begging for mercy.

Weak.

A man like that is beneath you.

Yuuta’s jaw loses tone.

Pretty crystals line your eyes. Your bottom lip is swollen. Red like Merlot stains on a bottle cork. Your mini skirt rides up a quarter inch higher by the second. Mostly from his fingers. Every time you gesticulate he caresses just a bit higher.

White noise fills the space between Yuuta’s ears. He’s inebriated. Incapacitated by the honey that seeps from your mouth every time you speak.

And he can’t keep ignoring the way his cock is thrashing against its barrier. Begging. Pleading for reprieve.

The Apple in the Garden of Eden.

And the consequences of his inevitable bite mean nothing to him.

“Please,” Yuuta interrupts. Barely above a whisper.

Your eyebrows crawl together at the center of your barbie doll face. So oblivious. Blissfully unaware of how you fuck his brain to nothing but smooth, empty, mush.

“I’m sorry I’m rambling—“

“No. No.”

Yuuta’s body moves before his mind can catch up. He slides off the couch to his knees. Nudging his hips between your legs. His muscular arms hook beneath your legs at lightening speed.

You have no time to gather words when he pulls you to the edge of the couch.

“Yuuta?” Delicate hands fly to his shoulders. Steadying yourself in this new, sudden position.

You’re heady. Shocked. Glassy eyed. Fully flushed from your button nose to ears.

You have no idea how addicting you are. Working sticky heat out of Yuuta’s needy length without even touching him.

He presses his lips into your inner thigh. Instinctively gripping your hips forward when you reflexively jump back.

“So perfect,” Goosebumps cascade along where his moist mouth traces.

“Y-yuuta, we...we’re friends.”

Yuuta drags his drunken gaze to meet yours. Resting his head in your lap. Feathering his icy hands up your butter soft skin.

“You’re so pretty.” He murmurs. Purposefully evading your observations.

He has some observations of his own.

Yuuta doesn’t miss the way his praise affects you. How your breath hitches. And your nails dig into his shoulders. Pupils blown to a full moon.

And the slow growing damp spot at the apex of your pink cotton panties. Yuuta can’t bring himself to stare at your precious rose. Not yet. He’ll cum in his pants if he looks now.

His slender nose traces up your quivering leg. And you bloom. Thighs drifting further apart. Making space for him. Inviting him in. Rewarding him.

“I can make you feel better.”

You gift him a pitiful little whine in response. Timid fingers travel into his nape. Yuuta’s heavy eyelids curtain his vision.

The room is spinning.

And Yuuta is kneeling at the only alter he will worship at. The only alter that will ever receive his devotion.

Those years of waiting. Wanting. Watching. Unsent love letters. Saved texts. Practiced conversations in the mirror. Stolen trinkets. Pieces of you he’s kept along the way.

It was all worth it.

Because the love of his life is spread open for him. Vulnerable. Needy. Melting beneath his touch like your body knows it belongs to him.

Yuuta couldn’t hold back if he wanted to.

“D..do you know how perfect you are?” Yuuta asks the warm, sore flesh beneath his lips. Admiring the trail of bruises he’s left up your inner thigh.

“Yuu, you don’t mean that.” You mewl and squirm like a brand new kitten. Mousing his hair between your fingers.

“I mean it. Y..you’re so…” his voice trails off when his trembling, pale digits finally press into your wet heat.

“S-soft. You’re so soft.” Drool pooling in his mouth chips away at his coherence.

Yuuta’s stormy eyes find the meeting point of his hand and your sex. The sight alone bucks his diamond hard shaft off of his leg. The friction from his damp boxers and rigid jean blurs his vision.

“Oh pretty girl.”

“Mmghhhh Y-Yuu..ah god.”

Both of your husky musings collide. Yuuta drives his long two fingers into your accepting, driveling opening.

He immediately curls up into your pleasure point. Eliciting the most dreamy, listless curve to your back. Tossing your head into the pillows behind you. Gripping his roots into your hand.

“Y-yuu, I need…please.”

Whimpers wrap around Yuuta’s cock and jerks him out of his fucked out state.

He didn’t realize he was open-mouth staring at how your cunt squeezes and tugs on his fingers. Leaking your dew onto your thighs. His fingers. His couch. Saliva streams down the corner of his mouth like he’s a starved animal.

He blinks up at you. Debauched. Lusty. Filthy in the way your hips are undulating against him. Taking your pleasure right out of his hands.

“I need…I need to hear you say it baby.”

Yuuta swipes his tongue against your clothed pussy. And you nearly buck off the couch.

“Please, y-yuu,” diamonds line your eyes again. So much pleasure in the pain of being teased.

“Say it, baby.” His breath kisses your swollen clit. “T-tell me what you need.”

“Lick..please, suck…Yuu,” He’s never heard a more beautiful plea. And his restraint was already teetering on a hair string.

Yuuta’s other free hand rips your panties away from your dewy folds. And his spine is set on fire.

The dull ache in his pelvis crashes into him like he’s at the deadly meeting point of the Atlantic, Pacific and Southern oceans.

“So..so pre..god.” Nonsensical words. Unintelligible noises.

Then his tongue circles your bud and he is gifted a taste of your elixir.

Somewhere between his pathetic sobs into your pussy, your gorgeous melody filling the room and how you grind your pretty petals along the length of his tongue — Yuuta isn’t sure he’ll be able to survive this.

At some point he pulled his cock free from its restraint. Spearing high and heavy in the air. Constant needy dribbles of pre cum staining his shirt, rolling down the length of his shaft. One or two drops even escaping to the floor between his knees.

He hasn’t stroked his length once. And he is this close to release.

And it is infuriating.

Yuuta hates how closely he is riding his peak right now.

Because he is not nearly done with you yet.

He wants you on his tongue. On his cock. For hours. He needs to coax orgasm after orgasm out of his one true love.

“Y-yuuta,” your right hand pulls at his head with all your strength. Yuuta has to bite back a whine.

His murky gaze meets your darkened one.

“Inside.” A clear, high-pitched command.

And Yuuta couldn’t dream of denying you. Of saying no to you, ever.

“O-okay, yes baby.”

He stumbles to his feet. Shakily working his jeans and boxers into a pile around his feet.

Your wide eyes and oh shaped mouth stains his face cherry red.

Why are you looking at him like that?

Is he not enough?

Were your other lovers bigger?

He’ll get rid of them if—

“Yuuta…will it fit?”

You shatter his spiral to stardust. He can breathe again for the first time since you came over.

Yuuta eagerly chases you up the length of the couch. Until he’s nestled comfortably in your legs. Your heat kissing along his drenched rod. Mixing your arousal with his.

“It’ll fit, because you’re made for me”

Yuuta rasps through tight lips. Burying his head into the gentle slope of your neck.

How is everything going exactly right and completely wrong at the same time?

He is more disciplined than this.

He is supposed to be in control.

But your warm, sweet petals sheath his length.

And you begin to circle your hips underneath him. Rubbing your nectar along his cock like you are marking him as yours.

Yuuta loses his sense of reality.

Unrelenting waves of heat ram into his groin. His cock stutters and beats against your precious cunt. He can’t bring himself to look you in the eye. Because everything dampens.

“No…n—no no wait!”

Yuuta smears protests into your neck. Hips rutting against your opening. Pressing you deep within the cushions. Rabid, uncontrolled movements. Ascending in pace faster than you can keep up.

“Fuck, fuck..”

“Yuuta? Are you cu—“

You have your answer the moment his hips hover over yours. Cupping his thick, blushing tip.

He fails to contain his explosion. Yuuta is mortified when stark white globs contrast your black mini skirt.

Air settles thick between you.

Circulating breaths between his clipped and your shocked ones. Decades pass between you before silence is broken.

“Don’t worry, Yuu! This doesn’t change anything.” Your smile is light and playful. Kind in the way that makes him fall in love with you again.

But…what do you mean?

Of course this changes everything.

He can please you.

He knows that.

This was just…

This was just one time.

The first time.

Amidst the cyclone of thoughts decimating Yuuta's brain, you’ve managed to wiggle around him. Currently lacing up your strappy heels.

Yuuta’s mouth lolls open but words fail to materialize.

Once you’re satisfied with your appearance, you prance over to his side. Still frozen on the couch with a handful of his cum. In the messy remnants of his unwanted peak.

Your lips meet his cheek. And your next words run his blood subzero.

“We’re still friends! We’ll always be friends, Yuu.”

Yuuta’s steely eyes laser into your retreating figure with sniper precision.

Beautiful, silly girl.

You two will never be just friends.

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more karmor okkotsu 🥋

✧.* 𝑱𝒖𝒋𝒖𝒕𝒔𝒖 𝑲𝒂𝒊𝒔𝒆𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝑾𝒂𝒚 𝒐𝒇 𝑲𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒀𝒐𝒖

ᴵᴺᶜᴸᵁᴰᴱˢ: ᴳᵒʲᵒ, ᴺᵃⁿᵃᵐⁱ, ᴳᵉᵗᵒ, ʸᵘʲⁱ, ᴹᵉᵍᵘᵐⁱ, ᵀᵒᵍᵉ, ʸᵘᵗᵃ

ᴿᴱᴬᴰᴱᴿ: ᴳⁿ (ᴺᵒ ᵖʳᵒⁿᵒᵘⁿˢ ᵘˢᵉᵈ)

ᴳᴱᴺᴿᴱ: ˢᵘᵍᵍᵉˢᵗⁱᵛᵉ

ᵂᴬᴿᴺᴵᴺᴳˢ: ᴹᵉⁿᵗⁱᵒⁿˢ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ʷᵒʳᵈ ⁱⁿᵗⁱᵐᵃᶜʸ (ᵇᵘᵗ ᶜᵒᵘˡᵈ ᵇᵉ ᵖʳᵉˢᶜʳⁱᵇᵉᵈ ⁱⁿ ᵇᵒᵗʰ ʷᵃʸˢ), ᵗᵉᵃˢⁱⁿᵍ, ᵏⁱⁿᵈᵃ ᵈᵒᵐ ᵃⁿᵈ ˢᵘᵇ?

ᵂᴼᴿᴰ ᶜᴼᵁᴺᵀ: ⁵⁰ ⁱˢʰ ᵖᵉʳ ᵉᵃᶜʰ (ᵀᵒᵗᵃˡ ⁰.³ᵏ)

¡Gojo’s! kisses would be soft, yet deep. Having you pinned against the wall, hand over your head as he innocently fills you up with all his passion, giving you a sense of intimacy. Teasing you with suggestive comments after you two part ways.

¡Nanami! doesn't tend to be intimate with his partner, but when he is, he makes you aware that you mean so much to him. He'd tend to enjoy more intense kisses with you, often ending up tangling in each other's embrace by the end of it. He'd be distant, but overall he's a soft lover.

¡Geto! teases you a lot, so you can expect his kisses to be the same, wet. He'd do it all for the sake of your reaction, however when you do the same that's when he'd make it more intense, no longer for the reason it had once been. Normally liking when you find a seat on his lap and feed him with your love from there.

¡Yuji! kissing you, he's nothing but innocent with it. For the simple reason that he missed your lips, perhaps your taste. Yuji doesn't hesitate to show you his love despite being in the company of his peers, though he'd normally avoid it; particularly saving it for whenever you both are in a private and more intimate setting.

¡Megumi! will always ensure your privacy when you both share lip-to-lip contact. Sometimes his arms are wrapped around your waist, while other times his hands are pressed up against whatever surface you happen to be on. He doesn't mind where it takes place, nor what position you happen to be in.

¡Toge! adores to be pinned against the wall, zipper down as you lightly curl your tongues together, passing your feelings to one another on your personal moment. Listening to you whisper the sweet things he finds himself unable to say. His hands would be pressed up against the wall, or sometimes wrapped around your waist.

¡Yuta! can be both, he can sometimes be the one to initiate your alone moments, while other times it'd be you. To him it doesn't matter which one it happens to be, all he cares about is having you close to him; each other's lips pressed up against each other as you slowly climb over him. He'd like you to be on the top, yet he'd be one in control.

Jjk men and women reacting to you being followed home p2

P1 with geto, satoru, toji, sukuna, nanami, shoko and choso here

Yuji

Megumi

Nobora

Todo

Inumaki

Yuta

ೀ ׅ ۫ . 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘 𝐏𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐉𝐈𝐙𝐙 𝐑𝐀𝐆 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐄'𝐒 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐂𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐘 ! (𝒪𝒦𝒦𝒪𝒯𝒮𝒰 𝒴𝒰𝒰𝒯𝒜)

pervy! okkotsu yūta x f!reader ﾉ 18+ content. ﾉ nsfw + masturbation ﾉ panty sniffing ﾉ panty licking ﾉ soiling your used panties ﾉ jerking off ﾉ yūta mentions he loves you, however a relationship isn't established - could potentially be seen as yandere content ﾉ edging ﾉ msub ﾉ not proofread ! ૮₍ °´ ˘ ` ° ₎ა

haalo ! happi june every1 ! i hope june brings u many many wonderful 'n beautiful surprises ! stay positive, fwends 🌷 ! art credits go to @/sso_s__ on twitter ♡ + ↻ are rlly appreciated ! !

Yuuta twisted the soft material around his fingers, a small whimper spilling from his lips, the silky fabric feeling wonderful against his skin. The little scrap of cloth was so delicate, so thin, the light pink lace contrasting with the creamy expanse of his skin. It was barely there, the material see-through, the pattern intricate, the flowers stitched into the delicate material, the sheer fabric hugging his slim digits, his fingers curling around the lacy fabric. It was so soft, almost too soft, the sensation almost ticklish. He held it to his nose, breathing in the scent, a low, rumbling moan leaving him. It smelled like you, the intoxicating fragrance filling his senses, the familiar sweetness making him tremble. He nuzzled the garment, the wispy panties feeling exquisite against his face. Arousal shot through him, his cock twitching in his pants, a dull throb in the pit of his abdomen, his length straining against the fabric, the tightness making him squirm.

His hands moved to the front of his pants, fumbling with the button, the piece refusing to cooperate, his fingers trembling. He hissed, a frustrated growl escaping him, the sound muffled by the flimsy cotton pressed against his face. After what seemed like an eternity, the button gave, the zipper following suit. He wasted no time, his fingers diving into his boxers, wrapping around his aching cock, the cool touch sending a shock of pleasure coursing through him. He let out a sigh, his eyes fluttering shut, the muscles in his jaw relaxing, a small smile tugging at his lips. His hand moved, stroking himself, the steady, repetitive motion giving him relief. He squeezed, his grip tightening, the tip leaking, precum making the shaft slick. He groaned, his hips bucking, his free hand tugging his pants down, the constricting fabric becoming too much for him. He kicked them off, discarding them to the floor of the laundry room, his fingers resuming their ministrations, a few whines and gasps escaping him.

His breathing became heavy, a thin layer of sweat covering his body, his pale skin flushed a pretty shade of pink, the blush spreading from his cheeks down to his neck, the heat of his arousal warming him. Yuuta's head lolled to the side, his tongue peaking out from between his lips, the wet muscle swiping over the middle of your panties. The material clung to the tip of his tongue as his lips closed around the fabric, the delicate thing caressing his lips, the texture tickling him. The scent of your arousal filled his nostrils, the faintest traces of your natural fragrance clinging to the flimsy piece, the taste of your slick making him shudder. His wrist flicked, his hand twisting around his length, his grip firm, the strokes making him squirm. He humped into his palm, a choked sob tumbling from him, the pleasure mounting, his mind going blank. The warmth in his abdomen spread, a familiar tingle making his toes curl, a wave of ecstasy washing over him, his whole body going numb, his cock pulsing with an ever present ache.

"A-ah, ah, ah, a-a-hhh.." His movements became frantic, hips jerking so wildly that his body trembled, his cock twitching, the slit oozing copious amounts of precum, the thick, sticky fluid dribbling down the shaft. "F-fuck, f-f-u-u-uck, ahhh-!" Yuuta's moans grew louder, his whimpers and mewls echoing in the otherwise quiet house, his body spasming as he stood, his legs shaking, knees almost giving out. His wet, sticky fingers left his length, the hand moving up, his palm cupping the tip, preventing his release. He gasped, his chest rising and falling rapidly, his other hand pulling your panties away from his face, a small thread of saliva connecting the cloth to his lips. His hand came up, his thumb brushing over his bottom lip, the digit breaking the thread, a few drops of spit dripping onto his knuckles.

Yuuta took a shaky breath, the hand holding your underwear moving down, his fingers folding the fabric in half, the tips pressing against the damp patch in the crotch, the slick and saliva staining the beautiful garment. He held the cloth against the tip of his cock, the saturated fabric caressing his length, the soft, sheer cotton enveloping him. "Nngh-aah-hh.. yes.." He bucked his hips, his cock sliding between the smooth, silky folds of the lace, every little bump and ridge catching on his sensitive flesh, the sensation exquisite. He let out a strangled gasp, his mouth falling open, his eyes fluttering shut. His hand wrapped around his shaft, his fingers holding the panties, squeezing the soft material, the flimsy fabric molding to his length, conforming to the shape. "O-oh.. f-fuck.." He breathed, a wave of euphoria washing over him, the blissful haze returning. His palm rubbed the tip, his thumb spreading the sticky, viscous fluid all over the head, his fingertips massaging the sensitive flesh. "S-so good.. oh.. oh, yes.. y-yes.." His words were broken up by his moans, his voice raising an octave, the sounds becoming needier, desperate, high pitched, his pitch fluctuating with every movement of his hands. He thrust into the makeshift sleeve, the wet noises filling his ears, the sloshing sounds adding to the erotic nature of the scene.

He felt the coil in his stomach wind tighter and tighter, the pressure building up, his cock feeling all too sensitive. "F-f-ffuck, 'm gonna-a-ah-!" He gasped, his free hand moving to cover his mouth, muffling the obscene noises pouring from him, his shame threatening to take over. "C-cumming.. i'm cum-cumming, angel.. m'c-cu-um-! H..ah..!!" He spoke as if you were there with him, the fantasy making him whine, his eyes rolling into the back of his head. "I'm cumming, baby, I'm cumming-a-ahh, oh god-d-d-d.." His hips bucked wildly, his ass clenching, his thighs quivering, a few tears slipping from the corners of his eyes. The pressure snapped, a burst of pure ecstasy flooding his system, a rush of endorphins making him go numb. He let out a choked sob, a loud, broken moan leaving him, his body jerking as he came, ropes of cum shooting out of him, splattering onto the inside of the panties, the creamy substance soaking the lace and dribbling onto his hand. His hips slowed, a few more spurts of his seed filling the fabric, the pearly goo mixing with the remnants of your arousal, the sticky substance clinging to the threads, sticking to the lace, the mixture of fluids creating a thick, cloudy, milky fluid.

Yuuta pulled his hand away from his mouth, gasping for air, his chest rising and falling rapidly, his breaths coming out in shallow pants. He looked down at the mess, a soft, content sigh escaping him, a small smile forming on his lips. He brought the panties up to his face, pressing the damp, soiled material against his cheek, the action causing the afterglow to hit him harder, a pleasant warmth settling in his core, despite the bashful shame creeping up on him, his mind catching up to his actions. He closed his eyes, his heart fluttering, a light, giddy feeling bubbling up in the pit of his stomach. The smile remained on his lips, the expression soft, serene. "Oh, angel.." He cooed, nuzzling the fabric, his hands clutching it tightly. "I love you.."

Yuta Okkotsu

i cant bear to lose him, he means so much to me, please.. my heart’s in tatters, i want my bby boy to live, yuta deserve so much more..

HES SO CUTE

WAHHHHH OMG 😭

I had enough