#jjk yuta x reader

[chosos-mascara]

prone bone with yuuta, using you like a fleshlight as his thighs cage around yours. a tight grip with large hands over hips, desperate thrusts as he chases his high. he gets faster, whines falling from kiss swollen lips before stopping for a second. he adjusts himself, leaning over your body to have his forearms plush to mattress either side of your head and legs locking you in much tighter.

the air is knocked out of you on that first deep thrust, but with his lips to your ear and an angelic moan filling the space, you know you don't want to stop. it doesn't take long for him to come undone, a loud grunt when the first wave hits him, stuttered breaths and whines to follow. when he pulls away, sitting back on his calves, he pushes his fingers into you. he smiles with a cute laugh, "can't let it go to waste".

[voonroo]

Yuta is the type to...

Yuta is the type where if you say your arms hurt, he will begin to massage them without a word.

Yuta is the type to have you pinned and follow you on every social media platform. Not in a stalker way but in an “I want to support you way.”

Yuta is the type to gently wake you up.

Yuta is the type to save everything you send him. Oh, you sent a picture of yourself? Saved. Oh, you like this candle that you saw at the store? Saved in an album titled “Gifts.”

Yuta is the type to call you when he has a question. And 9 times out of 10 its face time.

Yuta is the type to silently admire you when he zones out.

Yuta is the type to hold open a door, tie your shoes, hold out your jacket to slip on, and just overall do small acts of service.

Yuta is the type to hold your face when you kiss.

Yuta is the type to smile at you from across the room and give a little wave before walking over to you.

Yuta is the type who when it's cold outside, will warm up your hands with his by rubbing them together.

Yuta is the type who if you forget something at home, will bring it to you immediately.

Yuta is the type to never leave you on read. He will send the last message saying “I love you.”

Yuta is the type to quietly love you, being content to just sit in silence if it means he can be with you longer.

Yuta is the type to mess with your hair and fingers when he’s nervous.

Yuta is the type to be kind to everyone but generous to you.

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[i-just-like-goats]

Yuta x Reader Fluff (I think)

Summary: he will do anything to keep you safe, even offering up himself

Warnings: some violence kind of

WC: 0.3k

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“Hurt me all you want. Just don’t harm her. Please,”

Yuta slowly lowered his katana from the special grade curse’s head. Its smile was disgusting. He glared as the curse danced around gleefully with your unconscious form in its arms. Rigidly, he surveyed the curse.

“I won’t attack, so let her go,”

It shook its head but still kept that cursed smile on its vile face. Yuta grimaced. He could attack the curse, but your safety wouldn’t be guaranteed even if he tried his best to avoid hitting you. He could do whatever else the curse demanded but he had no way of predicting what they would be, besides it wouldn’t guarantee your safety either. What to do?

Unbeknownst to Yuta, the curse’s smile slowly dropped and its head dropped. Its body soon followed suit.

The loud thud and dust cloud awoke Yuta from his deep thinking. He surveyed the curse. Yuta took slow steps towards your body, still clasped tightly in its hand. He tentatively made a slash on it. No reaction.

“A little help would be nice,”

Your muffled voice startled Yuta. Despite his strength, he was still the same boy that you met last year. He hastily sliced the fingers of the curse to set you free. Your hand clasped in his, he pulled you up and into his arms. You gasped but buried your face into his chest.

“I was so scared,”

“I can take care of myself, you know. Good thing I have poison darts on me wherever I go, you don’t need to worry,”

“I know, but I don’t think you can help yourself while you’re unconscious,”

“That doesn’t mean you should offer yourself to curses. Besides, that stupid curse’s dancing woke me up,”

“I just didn’t want to see you hurt is all,”

“Well I’m alive aren’t I?”

“I suppose. Just please don’t do that again,”

You nodded and his arms tightened around you.

“I can’t lose you too,” he whispered into your hair.

“I’m not going anywhere,”

“You better not be,”

“I promise,”

A/N: Um, well it was an idea, I just went with it

[portfolio-of-dreams]

robin hood. || yuta okkotsu x gn! reader

warnings: kinda angsty. mentions of a funeral.

w/c: 1.2k

a/n: is this…. is this my come back?

The first few steps off the plane are surreal, never did you think you’d come back here, to this. It takes a few moments to regain your legs, and stop the tingling sensations in your toes as you walk through the airport to the cab ramp. The late autumn sky hovers above you in pieces reflected by the dark clouds and last remnants of evening light. It’s right in between the seasons, just barely the autumn and right before winter peaks. It’s cold, cold enough to see your breath in the morning but warms up in the afternoon sun enough to shed your layers of clothing and be comfortable. The crisp outside air comes in waves and flutters against your cheeks as you find an empty cab down the road. When the sun touches your skin- or more accurately, your eyes- it's a stinging sort of freshness that you welcome as it brings back those memories. The ones you thought you’d lost to the depths of your mind and boxed up in the crevices of your heart.

Your figure was cloaked in black as you rode under the tunnels and down the winding roads to the large plot of land. There was already a large number of people gathered around in the dismal atmosphere. Funerals were never your thing but when he calls you out of the blue to accompany him, your mouth says yes faster than your brain can say no. You step out of the cab and make your way towards the gravesite. Everything looked the same as shadows covered the crowd, except the one thing that stood out, him.

Your footsteps were light as your feet closed the distance between the two of you- only if your heart felt the same. You took delicate inhales as you breathed the same air as him again, like you always used to. You took a good look at his face before speaking, the way silent yet screaming tears rolled over the apple of his cheeks. His eyes, once a vast ocean blue that swallowed galaxies of stars, seemed to have lost their shine and now just devoured any light in their intensity; deep pools of ink that rippled as you dipped your quill. They were glossed over, rippling underneath a sadness you knew he’d experienced too many times.

“Yuta..” his name rolled off your tongue languid, like it was the easiest thing to say, like it was the only word you knew.

He turned his head and offered you a small smile, his chapped lips barely curving up like they used to. “Hey. Sorry for calling you out for this. I just- needed someone..” his voice faltered towards the end, a feeling he didn’t want to admit out loud. 

It wasn’t that funerals were particularly hard- the act of allowing yourself to be free under the safety of the ground. To lie in the soft ground, resilient against any sounds as the grass waves above your head. Down below, you don’t have to worry about time- no yesterdays nor tomorrows, just being at peace in the dark silence. You ponder the thought for a moment- death must be so beautiful. For once, you get to forgive and forget the life you had as you dream eternally. 

But the act of dying? Awful. Scary. The thoughts that must run through your head as you feel yourself take that last inhale of oxygen, the sights and memories you see that flash to the forefront of your mind and the love in your heart- what happens to all the unused love? Does it fester into something ugly? Does it take on a form of hatred after it goes forgotten? Your breaths become staggered at the thoughts that cloud your mind, then everything stops. The world around you is frozen in time when his hand envelops your own. It’s clammy, wet from wiping unseen tears but you can feel every callous and scar that decorate his skin as his fingers find their home between yours again. 

Home.

What an odd idiom. But those few months ago, falling in love with Yuta Okkotsu, was like finding a home you never had to make a key for. The door was always open and welcomed you with a fresh baked pastry smell that wafted through his veins and intoxicated you from the lips to your insides. And here he was again, pulling you in like a grain of sand underneath high tide. It was easy and simple, but it eroded your thoughts to nothingness. 

He was your Robin Hood- stealing away everything you gave him. Your skin, your heart, your soul: and he kept it when you parted. You felt rich from his love, bathed in gold that turned out to be nothing but pyrite. The numbness you felt soon faded as you gave in to the feeling of being poor. Every reservation you had melted in his touch though, and you couldn’t let go. 

After the crowds had dispersed, the two of you were left under the weeping moss of an old oak tree. The service was a blur, though a beautiful obsidian blur, with the soundtrack being the soft hum of the crows and the grieving people that stood near the headstone. His back was leaning against the trunk as the last of the leaves fell in a whirlwind from the barren branches. His thumb runs over your knuckles as he watches the way your skin flinches. 

“I’m a different person now, because of you.” The words felt like hot iron on your tongue as you said them, only being deflated by the icy air that swallowed the steam.

“I know… we were never supposed to let each other go.”  His eyes finally met yours, his somber tone ringing through your ears. All you can do is shake your head as you try to pull your hand out of his grasp, but his hold is tight and unwavering. 

“Please… One more chance?” And that's when you see it- a small glisten of hope in his eyes as he says those words, colored in the ocean blue you remember. The same soft, but deep, blue that you fell in love with. 

Any words you try to speak fail every time you open your mouth. Fumbling around the endzone like a rookie learning to play a new sport. In your moment of weakness and parted lips, he leans down and kisses you. Kisses you like he always used to, and it’s muscle memory when your lips tilt and curve against his. You feel that familiar feeling, being bathed in the finest jewels- but it doesn’t feel wrong or like fool’s gold anymore. It's real. 

And when your hand reaches up to cup his cheek, new tears fall into your cuticles and roll over your knuckles, down to your wrist. In that moment, the world paused again, and everything you thought he’d stolen away, he was returning to you- in better condition. He kept it safe; he kept you safe without you even realizing it. Somber tears finally fall from your own eyes and you know you’re once again on your knees for the boy that is Yuta Okkotsu.

tags: @httphaitani @momoewn @blueparadis @tokyometronetwork @tokyo-ballroom @the-cosmos-network @planetonet

[ridingthatd]

is it just me that finds it hot asf to be gently fucked while you're sleeping by jjk man?

imagine it's a cold friday night, you came from work hours ago. tired, cold and exhausted you decide to turn on the fireplace that you had placed meters away from the king size bed that you share with your boyfriend- you were planning on waiting for him to come back. but the sound of the rain dropping heavily, the crackling sound of the wood burning by the fire place and the warmess of the blanket seems to drift you off to sleep.

you wake up to the feeling of wet sloppy heated kisses being place all over your neck, you sleeply groan acknowledging your boyfriend.

"is my baby sleepy?" he whispers huskily against your ear, slowly trailing his nose against the sensitive spot on your neck, before sliding down and freeing your tits. his mouth immediately envelope your hard nipples into his warm wet tongue. you whine pushing your ass against his fat hard cock.

"is my baby also needy? yea?" he mutters as he pulls away from your nipple leaving a string of spit before leaning in again, giving your other nipple the same treatment. you gently nod, arching against him. his deep groan was muffled by his nipple stuffed mouth as he pushing your panties to the side and shove his fat cock fully inside of you.

"shh go back to sleep" he growls into your ear as he rocks his hips slowly, his cock was swollen, twitching and boiling inside of your tight pussy. as your wetness drip down the bed sheets, the feeling of his warm cum begin shoot inside of you soon was followed, and the heatness of the room seem to cause you to fall asleep again as your boyfriend use your body as he please.

[xxsabitoxx]

Stay Quiet

Yuta x Fem! Reader Smut / characters are 18+

Warnings: semi-public sex, hotel sex, sex with someone else sleeping in the room, titty worship, raw sex, creampies, squirting

A/N: Baby boy is backkkkkk _:(´ཀ`」 ∠): since I feel like I’ve forgotten how to write smut… here is a smut imagine :D

Word count: 1.7k

“Y-yuta~”

Your back is arching into him, hand slapping over your mouth to try and suppress your whimpers. Your boyfriend isn’t listening to your quiet pleas, his head under your shirt, his lips wrapped around one of your nipples.

His only response is stopping his sucking to bite instead, earning a sharp cry from your lips that you quickly try and smother. Beside you, the bed is rustling as Inumaki tosses and turns in his sleep.

Not even a vacation with long time friends in a shared hotel room with two beds would stop Yuta from having his way with you. So long as you kept quiet…

“Yuta please…” you begging him, tone soft but labored as his hand tightened its grip on your side. Still, he didn’t respond, mouth far too preoccupied to speak.

You could only imagine the mess he was making, littering your skin in bruises and saliva to make you his. He’s always adored your breasts, both in the sexual and non-sexual sense. Sometimes he just needed to hold them, other times he needed to fuck them.

You never complained, not when he worshiped you the way he did… the way he was right now.

You could feel your eyes threatening to roll back, his tongue flicking at the sensitive bud as his thigh pressed further to your covered cunt. You were soaked, Yuta could feel the dampness through your night shorts as they pressed into his bare thigh.

Yuta left your breast alone, kissing the bruises he left before turning his head to the one he had been neglecting. It sent a whole new wave of pleasure through you, hand pressing to your mouth tighter as you couldn’t contain your whine.

He nipped at your skin, just hard enough to leave teeth indents that would turn into pretty bruises.

Your hips jerked as he bite down on your nipple, pain and pleasure making you clench around nothing. Your cunt dragged along his thigh, too many layers separating you to gain any real satisfaction from the friction.

“A-at least fuck me, Yuta.” You begged him, hand slotting back over your mouth as he sucked your neglected nipple. Still, you were left with no response, nothing but his hips jerking against your abdomen told you that he had heard your quiet plea.

You felt him, hard and heavy resting on your abdomen, straining in his briefs. If it weren’t for the sheer amount of body heat from being under the covers, you’d have been able to to feel the wet patch forming on the front of him.

Yuta indulged himself further, practically moaning as his hips rolled against you. “N-not fair.” You breathed, one of your hands coming down to rest on top of his head, not able to reach his hair since he was protected by your shirt. “So hot… Yuta I’m hot…”

You knew it was useless, he wasn’t going to stop anything he was doing until he was good and ready.

You could feel it though, your skin was starting to turn slick with sweat. So was Yuta’s, but that didn’t seem to phase him at all. Not when he was lathering your breast with his tongue and whining as he rut his hips against your abdomen.

So needy yet so controlling.

It was a dizzying mix, being completely at his mercy.

Your hips rolled against his thigh, trying to create some sort of relief since he was purposely ignoring you. Three rolls of your hips and Yuta’s grip was tightened, stopping you from moving all together as he released your nipple with a soft pop.

“So fucking needy.”

He practically seethed, pulling his head out from under your shirt to glare at you. “M-me?” You whisper yelled, face warm from anger and need. “Yes you.” Yuta shot back, the anger on his face didn’t concern you.

Not when you could feel his cock twitching.

“We’re both needy, you’re just mean, Yuta.” Your lip wobbled, head turning to look at the other hotel bed. Inumaki had seemed to settle into a deep sleep, back facing the two of you.

“Eyes on me.”

You shivered involuntarily, head turning back to face Yuta in record time. “If I fuck you, you need to keep quiet.” You nodded eagerly, but Yuta wasn’t satisfied.

“Promise me you’ll stay quiet.” You felt your breathing stop, taking a moment to start again as you quietly whispered “I promise.” Yuta still seemed skeptical.

“I still don’t believe you.” He mumbled as he began pulling down his briefs, just enough for his cock to spring free. “Yuta I mean it.” You whined, hands rushing to yank your sleep shorts and panties off for him.

“You’re never quiet, pretty girl.” Warmth flooded you, causing you to suck your lip between your teeth as your hips raised. Yuta helped you despite scolding you, tossing the two clothing items off to the side.

“If you can’t stay quiet, I’ll stop.”

You nodded, taking your vow to silence literally as his fist wrapped around his cock. Your legs spread further to accommodate him, cunt throbbing with the desire for him to be inside of you.

“Tell me you understand, pretty girl.”

He froze just as he positioned himself at your entrance, teasing you further by prolonging what you needed. “I understand, Yuta.” And he pressed in, watching your mouth fall open as your chest rose and froze.

You were good, holding in the moan that was threatening to burst your lungs as he sunk deep. Your cunt had no resistance, swallowing his cock whole as he bottomed out inside of your tight heat. “Good girl.” He groaned.

Your hands found their way to his biceps, nails digging into his muscles as your legs locked around his hips. You managed to exhale the breath you had been holding, barely making a noise louder than a pant.

Yuta wasted no time, hips drawing back and snapping forward. Your head fell back against the pillow, mouth open as a quiet gasp left you. He was focused, head dipping down to watch where he appeared and disappeared inside of you.

Never mind being mindful of the noises you were making, Yuta had to be mindful of the noises your bodies made. Anything louder than the squelching and bed creaking and he was certain Inumaki would be waking up.

But it was hard to be rational when your cunt was suctioning to him, velvety walls begging to milk him for all he was worth. He’d give it to you, no questions asked.

Every drag of his cock had you arching, scratching at his biceps as sweat dripped down your brow. You couldn’t think straight, breath catching in your lungs every few thrusts as you tried to ignore the urge to scream his name. “K-kiss me.” You managed to choke out.

It certainly wasn’t a whisper, the rustling in the bed over confirmed that. Yuta dropped lower, practically draping his body over you, hips rolling slowly rather than thrusting as he slotted his lips over yours.

Still, he was listening, silently praying Inumaki wouldn’t wake up because dammit he was certain he wouldn’t be able to stop fucking you even if he did.

“Y-Yuta-“ it was muffled, swallowed whole by his tongue slipping past your lips. You gave in, nearly melting into the mattress from his weight settling on you, the close proximity causing his pubic bone to brush your clit.

You felt it then, molten hot arousal pooling in your gut as he offered to the slightest bit of relief.

Yuta pulled away, saliva keeping your lips connected. “You have to be quiet, pretty girl. He almost woke up.” You nodded, eyes so bleary and lips so swollen that he couldn’t bring himself to really scold you.

Yuta found his pace again, hips smacking into yours and creating a soft slap that was just barely muffled by the hotel comforter. He was struggling to contain his own noises as your cunt clenched around him, one of your hands falling away from his bicep to sneak between you.

“Rub your clit for me, pretty girl. Make yourself cum on my cock.” It was a whisper but it seemed to echo off the walls of your skull, rendering you completely speechless.

You did as he asked, hand slipped down to feel your soaked cunt, rubbing your clit in face circles as Yuta’s cock stroked your sweet spot. “Make yourself cum on my cock, please. You know how much I love that.”

You nodded, mouth hanging open as breathless pants slipped past. They were quiet enough to not wake Inumaki but if anyone were to enter the room, it would be painfully obvious what was happening.

Yuta watched you, eyes torn between watching your tits bounce with each thrust and watching where his cock kept disappearing inside of you. It was utterly entrancing, making him gasp as his cock twitched violently within your walls.

“I’m gonna cum, pretty girl. Cum with me please.”

His voice cracked, face sweaty and flushed as he begged you so sweetly. It sent electricity straight down your spine, clit throbbing as your orgasm built. The thrusts got harder, a little sloppier… and louder.

Not that Yuta could care in that moment, he seemed to forget everything he had been drilling in your head as he moaned your name. You whined, eyes widening at the volume of his voice as your walls clenched again.

You were close, fueled by the feeling of his cock twitching deep inside of you. “Cum with me, please.”

Breathless, you nodded, head falling back as you brought yourself over the edge just as Yuta did. His hips stuttering before burying deep, pushing against your cervix as he spilled his load in you.

You had barely registered the warm gush that flooded between your thighs, not until Yuta collapsed on top of you. “Fuck.” You offered weakly, feeling the dampness on the sheets below accompanied by your sweaty skin.

“We made a mess.” Yuta’s tone was sheepish, vibrating your neck as he spoke into it. “It definitely reeks of sex in here too…” you felt your face burning, realizing there wasn’t any windows open to allow ventilation.

“He’ll figure it out regardless.” Yuta sounded defeated but you could feel a smile on his face. “I’ll take the blame… since I’m the one who can’t resist your breasts.”

“You better.”

[cckaisen]

୨ৎ˙⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 just because you’re mad at me .

req ! jjk men reaching out after a nasty argument.

ಇ. summary. fem!reader, angst TvT, yandere!yuta again I’M SORRYY, some suggestive.

ಇ. including. gojo, nanami, toji, yuji, megumi, yuta, toge, sukuna.

[satoruluvies]

a long nap

their reactions when you take a long nap and don't reply to them

includes: gojo, geto, nanami, choso, toji, sukuna, yuji, megumi, yuta and toge

» requested !

[nanaslutt]

getting flowers from someone else & thinking it was from them

ʚ incl: gojo, geto, nanami, toji, choso, sukuna, ino, shoko, uraume, yuta, megumi, yuuji

ʚ cont: crack, fluff

MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DO NOT FOLLOW

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･°❀⋆.ೃ

[todorokies]

yuuta who likes his girlfriends a little mean. girls who will scoff and roll their pretty eyes at him for his attempts at keeping your attitude in check. girls who will spit venom and give him a challenge. girls who like to push his buttons to see how long it’ll take for their boyfriend, who has the patience of a saint, to finally snap.

but all yuuta can do for the moment is send a soft smile your way and gently press a chaste kiss on your forehead, “what am i ever gonna do with you?” he’ll ask rhetorically.

he likes when you push him around a bit just to ruff him up, y’know? his knees turn into jelly whenever you firmly grab onto his strong bicep and drag him in the direction you need him the most or when you tightly squeeze on the collar of his shirt just for him to trail behind you like a puppy with stumbling feet.

his sweet and calming nature has you almost regretting starting something you know you couldn’t finish, but yuuta isn’t one to mind, in fact, he encourages your behaviour just to get a kick out of it.

when an argument arises with another person and you’re clearly in the wrong, yuuta will be ten toes down to defend you whilst trying to defuse the situation at hand in a cordial manner. however, you can’t ignore the subtle pinches caused by him on your upper thigh meaning you’re in for an earful behind closed doors.

but just like any other human, yuuta has his limits. he can only tolerate your bratty attitude to a certain degree. once that line of patience finally withers away with your cheeks tightly squished together by his cold hand as he sends you a deathly glare that makes your heart skip a beat or two, you know you’ve ultimately worn him down.

reblogs & feedback is extremely appreciated !! <3

[chosos-mascara]

a piece of advice

𝙮𝙪𝙪𝙩𝙖 𝙤𝙠𝙠𝙤𝙩𝙨𝙪 𝙭 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 - after you offer condom advice to yuta, you put forward a second suggestion.

𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 - condom + lube use, fem reader, soft sex, yuta has a big p

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Yuuta wasn't a virgin. In the midst of his twenties, he'd had enough encounters and experiences, times in which protection had been of course used, though provided for him. There was one thing on his list of sexual endeavors that he hadn't done, and that had been purchasing his own condoms. 

With that in mind, he'd been standing with basket in hand, pacing the medicine isle within his local supermarket - an embarrassing buy he'd felt inclined to make. Toge had been encouraging him into the dating scene after strings of one night stands and situation-ships, a promise of setting the raven haired male up with his cute friend. There was only one hurdle until his scheduled date, and that had been within one of many boxes before him. He needed to prepare. 

One step over the other, an antsy stumble as an uncomfortable sheen of sweat coated his body. Yuuta sighed when looking up to the shelves, eyeing options and colourful packages decorated in awkward phrases; for her, ribbed for pleasure... the list continues. Each helpless reach toward a decision had been disrupted almost as soon as his clammy hand would lift, a person edging too close to the isle he'd been panicking within A swift withdraw and turn to opposing direction would be the result of his anxiety, and Yuuta would be left back at square one. 

Through this routine, Yuuta's stresses focused elsewhere, he hadn't noticed a recurring face passing every few minutes, the same pair of eyes watching as his brow furrowed over, as his fingers grazed shiny cardboard and gaze locked onto one package. 

At first, you'd watched the stranger through morbid curiosity; an attractive guy around your age looking at condoms? It had been that of human nature that had driven you to watch him make a decision, to fantasise over his fingers as he'd roll it over himself, positioning his ache to soothe yours. 

Would he buy ribbed, or focus on her pleasure? Or, with his anxious nature, you'd guess there'd be a chance he'd go for extra safe. When watching him finally reach out, you'd clenched your thighs in anticipation, a giddiness within you to witness his choice first hand, anticipation pooling with arousal within the pit of your stomach as his fingers had almost wrapped around a box - though he'd ripped them away much faster when another stranger had turned the corner. His black head of hair had blurred as he span into the other direction, raised arm flying to the back of his neck as his fingers scratched at the skin nervously. 

It had been the fourth failure that had finally driven you to take a step forward - to put him out of his misery and allow the situation to rest. At first, he'd watched your movements from the corner of his eye, though as you'd grown closer to his personal space than previous strangers had, he'd cautiously met your eye. The nervous look painted on his face had accompanied a thick swallow and sheepish smile as he stepped backward, hoping you'd simply pass by. 

"Are they for your girlfriend?" The question had been spoken with confidence as you'd turned to him, an arm crossing the other as he tensed up, forced smile dropping to a frown.  "W-what?" He'd stuttered in shock as he followed your raised finger with hesitancy. You had in fact pointing toward the rows of condom boxes shelved before him. "Well, there's a lot of choices, aren't there?" You'd spoken with ease, a light hearted tone to soothe his worries. "Have you used one before?"  The male's face relaxed with your friendly demeanour, though it had felt as if the ground was swallowing him whole. 

"Uh," He cleared his throat, hand returning to the back of his neck once again, meeting the spot you'd watched him rub raw over the course of his endeavour. "I've used them before - just never bought them." The statement had ended in a raise of your brow, and a churn in the pit of his stomach.  "Hm, can I offer advice?" You gestured toward the more elaborate forms of protection; ribbed, thin, dotted and heated. "You don't need things like this. If you care about her pleasure, just learn where the clitoris is." Your finger moved, pointing at flavoured condoms with a frown. "Personally, I don't get the appeal, unless you're planning on only having oral." 

Yuuta swallowed back a thick lump within his throat at that statement. 

Finally, you placed a palm over box, fingers wrapping around edges and lifting package out, facing it toward the attractive stranger. His dark blue eyes drifted over the writing, body slouched.  "These are fine for your first buy. They're standard, lubricated, and safe." You pushed the pack toward him, and finally, he held it between his fingers. He glossed over the back before clearing his throat and glancing back to the array of condoms before him, stray orbs finally slowing over bigger sizes, pointing toward a black box with gold writing, large written clearly on the front. 

"I think these might be better - they're normal too, right?" A pink tint had tickled his skin as he spoke, the smile over your face causing his breathing to pick up a pace, heart racing. You hadn't meant to let the giggle pass your lips, but it had, and Yuuta had appeared all the more uncomfortable.  "Size doesn't matter, you know? The normal ones will do fine." You'd tried to reassure him, though he'd opened his mouth, a quiet stuttering before he'd fought back.  "I don't think they'll fit." 

"Uh," Now, it had been your turn to shift uncomfortably, fingers finding the hem of jumper before contemplating your next question, and the appropriateness of asking a complete stranger for their dick size in the middle of your local supermarket. You'd wondered how to approach the inquiry, instead opting to take the box back from his grasp, fingers ghosting his. "It says on the back that they're 7 inches long. You should be okay."

Yuuta stirred, a dry cough pushed through throat as heat rose his body. What had already been an extremely embarrassing interaction had somehow grown worse as his brain had buffered, lips unmoving. When he'd watched the pretty girl pass his isle, he'd felt slightly uneasy; but when she had in fact stopped to approach him with advice he'd felt a thousand times more humiliated. And now, having you insist on a condomsize he'd known wouldn't fit both girth and size he'd endowed had left him with two options: the first had been to blindly accept the recommendation and buy the incorrect size, or the second; to tell you he'd been above average. 

For whatever reason, he'd decided on the second. 

"Well-" He'd stammered, before specifying. "I'm eight and a half." Yuuta hadn't been aware that his protest had caused your thighs to clench, tight muscles causing friction as a startled hum left your lips. You hadn't been entirely sure if the outward sound had been that of pleasure or surprise. 

"Oh." A short response to voice your surprise and detract from the small sound you'd made a few seconds before had been the only thing you could muster, mostly relishing in awkwardness.  

In reality, the honesty he'd spoken had only led you to feel more attracted to him. His relaxed outfit and pretty hair had been the first thing to catch your eye, and then a cute face - but now, you'd felt your little crush morph into desire, a need to have him between your legs to help fill an ache he hadn't known existed.

The black box had been dropped into his basket, a readjustment of the other items to retain some modesty as he'd finished his shopping. You'd smiled as he thanked you for the help, and watched him walk to the other end of the store while you'd taken your, in comparison, sparse basket to the tills, paying up and leaving.

When outside, bag over arm, you'd contemplated two options. You had felt desperation to speak with him once more and to get his number in your phone, or maybe it had been to have his face between your thighs. In thought, you slumped back to the store's outer wall, a sigh leaving chest. Were you really going to embarrass yourself like this? To ask a man you were almost sure had been in some sort of relationship considering his purchase history - would you milk the slim chance of him being single?

Minutes had passed, and with time, rational thought had taken hold of you, gripping each shoulder to scream into your face. What were you doing out here? 

Pushing from the brick, shaking head, you took a step forward to make your way back home - most likely involving an evening of yourself and vibrator. Only, two steps forward with your head down had you close to lunging into another person - him. 

"Are you following me?" He had asked with small smile, another scratch to the back of his neck. Your expression of shock had seemingly concerned the raven haired male, his forced laughter dying out as he placed his hands into his pockets, a white plastic bag hanging from wrist. 

"Do you have a girlfriend?" The contents of his bag had been all you'd needed to spark the question, and he'd been goggling awkwardly once more.  "No - why?" The awkward laughter had returned at the end of his sentence, eyes trailing from yours to instead ghost over the pavement at your feet. 

"I-" You cleared your throat. "You were buying condoms, so I thought..." Trailing off, you'd mentally cursed yourself for the situation at hand.  "A friend of mine wanted to set me up with someone he knew." The stranger's explanation had been realistically unneeded, though you'd appreciated his specification - enough to prompt further questioning.  "So - do you have anyone to use those condoms with?" 

His gaze left the pavement and met yours before he'd replied.  "No." 

"Want me to help you with that?"

Yuuta followed you into your bedroom, white shopping bag still over hand as you turned to face him. The accessory was cute, but had served as a reminder of both his awkwardness and the fact you'd let a stranger into your home with only the promise of sex. 

You'd stepped forward, closing the gap between each of you with your palms first, laying them flat over his cheeks. In this light, you could see the true grey of his eyes, soft and harsh tones making up his vision. He looked at you through both nervousness and curiosity before your slow movement forward had connected your lips in his, a drawn out kiss to test the waters. 

His hands had immediately came to press over the small of your back, bringing you closer while displaying the largeness of his palms. His grasp had taken more space than than other men's had, while somehow much gentler, calmer. He'd been a good kisser too, locking of lips molding perfectly to your own, and when introducing a swipe of tongue, he'd responded with a slide over yours. He felt good, a divine play between each of you as he moved with you, a gentle push toward the bed before you'd laid on your back, his grasp over your hips and the bag landing beside. 

Yuuta pulled back first, hands sliding upward to lift your shirt and graze smooth skin beneath, scaling the length of stomach before pulling cotton over your head. You giggled, a warmth on your face as he dug through the bag beside you, retrieving the box needed before tossing the white plastic to one side. The oversized hoodie he'd been dressed within had soon been thrown to the floor beside your garment, and through languid movements and kisses, the remainder of garments had been discarded. 

"Do you have lube?" Yuuta's voice was low, mouth against neck as he'd asked. At first, your response had simply been a hum in appreciation to the vibrations against your skin, teeth over lip to suppress a louder sound, though when he'd drawn back entirely you'd been left to process the question. A quick glance toward your bedside table had been enough, Yuuta's vascular forearm reaching over to pull the top drawer, a small bottle with a pump pulled from the mess. 

The black box had been opened, a condom retrieved by long fingers, the foil resting between teeth as he tore it open. You'd giggled and he'd looked toward you in sheepishness, the small smile you'd seen throughout your limited time with him returning.  "Do you do that for all the girls?" Your question had caused his eyes to roll, his smile and laughter answer enough before an apology. But, you'd reassured him.  "Don't apologize, it was hot."

He pulled rubber downward, shaft covered in the thin layer before he'd pumped a few globs of the thick substance over two fingers, a draw over slit to make your back arch. Yuuta watched your expression soften when he'd inserted them, slow pumps and heavy breaths. When he'd added a third, you'd shifted and he'd paused, but your hand moving to envelop his wrist and pull it toward you had caused him to continue, the care in his actions making for an easier experience. 

When he'd finally pushed the head of himself inside your walls, he'd groaned, a relief to ache he'd felt within himself when using only his fingers. He pushed in further, your tightness hugging him while you'd moaned beneath, arms lowering to allow himself closer to you, chest to chest.  "This okay?" He'd whispered gently and you'd nodded, eyes half lidded watching as he moved again, hips plush to your spread thighs before he'd draw himself back. Lips agape, moans passed through involuntarily, the stretch of his cock buried deep within you and his skin brushing yours to share warmth intoxicating. Your legs had moved from the loose spread position to instead wrap themselves around his torso. 

Yuuta groaned softly, finally pressing his mouth to yours after watching your expression contort beneath him with each thrust. A whimper against his skin, he'd rocked himself closer to release, your walls fluttering over the length he'd endowed to milk his length into the latex cover. Part of you had wished you'd taken him bare, envisioning his release as you'd taken his load, though instead he'd groaned and stuttered to climax within bounds of protection. 

Yuta's forehead had pressed against your own, fingers clutching the pillow behind your head in one hand and your thigh in another, squeezing over both cotton cover and the thick of skin as he allowed himself to experience his euphoria. He'd pushed himself furthest into you while coming undone, your walls squeezing him as he fizzled back into the bedroom around him. 

When he'd finished, the latex taken to the small trash can within your bathroom. When you'd returned from a quick shower he'd been propped against the headboard of your bed, clothed and phone in hand. 

"You're still here?" You laughed, damp towel hung over the white bedroom door as you'd made your way back into your room. His sight had lifted from his phone as he'd stood, smile over face.  "I was thinking we could go and get dinner?" The request had caught you off guard, heart skipping a beat when your eyes had scanned his. He'd have to let Toge know he wouldn't be meeting his friend, after-all. 

[shmpxx]

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.

[i-just-like-goats]

Yuta Okkotsu x Reader

Summary: perhaps he is your type

Warnings: none that I can think of

WC: 0.4k

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“Rise and shine Y/N!”

“Gojo-sensei. Kindly, shut up,”

“Come on, I can’t have you sleeping at your desk before class even starts!”

“Why are you even here so early?”

“Showing the new student around,”

“Go do that then,”

“Don’t you want to meet him? He’s totally your type,”

“You don’t know my type. And I’ll meet him along with everyone else,”

“You’re no fun,”

Gojo pouted at you, hoping to convince you to reconsider. You paid no mind and settled your head back into your arms and didn’t move even when the other students filed in. They knew not to disturb you.

“Transfer student incoming! Let’s get the party. Started,” Gojo’s voice trailed off towards the end due to the lack of enthusiasm.

You felt goosebumps form on your skin. Not from the sudden change in noise, but from an ominous presence lurking. It grew stronger until it entered the room and that is when you finally lifted your head.

“Jeez. Soften your eyes will you Y/N? People tend to prefer nicer people,” Gojo reprimanded

The boy turned his eyes towards you briefly and your gaze softened from the sight of his tortured eyes. How could such evil cursed energy hang around a tormented boy? The others didn’t share the same sentiments and instead resorted to threatening him as you remained calmly in your seat.

“He won’t hurt you. His eyes are too haunted to attack you. I can’t say the same for that thing,”

They relaxed slightly but even after your statement, remained on edge in case the curse spontaneously attacked.

“Hey. You mind if I sit here?”

Lunch rolled around and the others left to get food, but store bought food could never live up to a home cooked meal, so you brought your packed lunch and asked to sit with Yuta.

“Not at all,”

“Cool,”

You pulled up a seat and began eating away, while Yuta fidgeted.

“You not going to eat?”

“Right! I will,”

“Is there something the matter? I can move if I’m making you uncomfortable,”

“No! No, I’m just not used to sitting with someone. And you did it willingly. I’m just surprised,”

“Like I said earlier, you won’t attack me and I’m confident I can fight your curse, Rika or whatever her name was,”

“How can you be so sure? Is that your technique?”

“I’ve just learnt to read people,”

The rest of lunch passed in silence but you noticed that Yuta no longer held despair in his eyes and the faintest of smiles decorated his face. How cute. Your cheeks felt a small rise in temperature but you kept a calm exterior. Perhaps Gojo was right. Perhaps Yuta was your type.

[angelltheninth]

JJK men getting a boner but denying that the girl they're crushing on caused it?

Lol, that's funny, I think some of them would do this though.

Pairing: Yuuji, Sukuna, Megumi, Gojo, Nanami, Yuta, Haruta x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, boner, getting embaressed, teasing, blushing, denial of being aroused, tsundere behavior, being shy

A/N: Some good teasing is what these guys need, you gotta flip the tables on them sometimes.

Yuuji is a bit of a pervert but he doesn't want you to know that so openly. He was your best friend before you started dating so he doesn't want to freak you out by being too horny around you. It's for the best if he takes care of this quietly and doesn't speak of it again.

Sukuna refuses to admit to himself, and to you too, that a human could cause such a state of arousal in him. You see, he has to be careful not to let you think you have any control over him and his actions. That includes his boner, you may help him with it but you're not that special.

Megumi doesn't want you to get the idea that he only got with you for your body or to sleep with you. Don't point out his erection like that, you're reaching for it and why, to keep it from going away? This is so fun for you, getting a rise out of the normally calm guy like him.

Gojo covers the front of his pants but not so quickly that you don't notice. Chuckling to himself he tells you he'll take care of it real fast in the bathroom and then you can watch the movie to the end. This happened cause he was imagining the two of you in the movie love scene.

Nanami knows this is a perfectly logical response to his girlfriend sitting in his lap and grinding against him. Yet he pushes you of instead of letting you help him with it. Doing that right now would be like admitting to himself he can no longer control himself.

Yuta blushes so hard when you tell him you can feel his cock pressing against your inner thigh. Just from a little cuddling and kissing, he's already that hard, ready to fuck. But not really, he insists that it's because he didn't jerk off that morning so his cock is giving him signals.

Haruta almost wants to say this is your fault, the poor guy wants to have sex with you so bad. Still he knows he doesn't have a lot of self control right now, he could hurt you really badly. Lies to you by telling you he was thinking of the last porn he saw, but don't worry, you're hotter.

[yandere-daydreams]

tw - unhealthy relationships, obsessive behavior, somnophilia, implied non/con, mentions of knots.

Puppy!Yuuta, who catches your eye the second you step into the shelter, despite the fact that he’s not at all what you were looking for. You need a service animal, and as cruel as it feels to say, hybrids of undeterminable origins with less-than-stellar past homes aren’t known to be very consistent, let alone trainable when it comes to such a high-stakes job. You were supposed to meet a pure-bred, highly recommended husky hybrid whose previous owner was no longer able to take care of him, but it was over for you as soon as you saw those big, dark, watery eyes – nearly hidden entirely by overgrown hair and jet-black ears that seemed to droop even lower whenever you threatened to look away from him. You’re already a lost cause by the time you ask a shelter employee for his name, and the paperwork’s signed within the hour. He leaves with you the same day, eyes on the ground and tail wagging a mile a minute.

Puppy!Yuuta, who was always meant to be someone's spoiled pet. He's shy, at first, scared to talk too loudly or cling too tightly or do anything that'll get him sent back to the shelter (no matter how clear you make it that that's a non-option), but it only takes him a few days to warm up to you, a couple weeks to come out of his shell, just under a month to start sleeping in your bed and trailing you around your apartment. He almost trips over himself when you ask if he'd like to wear a collar, and soon enough, he's more akin to a second-shadow than a dog. He does have some aggression issues, particularly when it comes to human men, but he's an angel with other hybrids, and when he bows his head and pouts, you really can't help but forgive him. With a life like the one he must've had, you can't really blame him for being so quick to bear his teeth.

Puppy!Yuuta, who's more than ecstatic when you mention still needing a service animal. He might not be qualified on paper, sure, but he's already constantly at your side, constantly worrying about you - it'd just feel wrong to go out and get another hybrid for a job Yuuta is more than capable of. He says he likes that idea of being able to take care of you, too - like you take care of him. You want to ask him not to be so sappy, to think of a slightly less sentimental way to say it, but when he's so happy and so, so proud of himself, it's hard to be even that strict.

Puppy!Yuuta, who cums untouched the first time you comb your fingers through his hair. You don't seem to notice, and he does his best to hide his face in your lap, to bite back the little, pathetic whimpers that crawl up his throat whenever you scratch at the base of his ears. He doesn't want to scare you, to be so needy so suddenly when you've been so kind.

Puppy!Yuuta, whose one and only flaw is that he can't seem to stop riffling through your dirty laundry. He can't be left alone for more than an hour without stealing one of your oldest, most threadbare shirts or worse, claiming a pair of your underwear as his newest chew-toy. You really should chastise him for it, but it's such an awkward thing to talk about, and he has such a sweet face - it's hard to believe he could ever do anything deliberately wrong. You've resigned yourself to just trying to limit the damage and salvage the less damaged items, even if those mysterious stains are a little hard to get out.

Puppy!Yuuta, who wishes he didn't have such a big, bulky knot. It's too thick and too heavy and seems to swell up whenever he gets even a little hard. If he didn't have a knot, he'd be able to actually thrust into you, rather than just fucking his fist over your sleeping body and imagining how tight you'd be, how pretty you'd look, how nice it would be to make you feel as warm and as soft as he feels because of you. He does what he can with his tongue, but you don't seem to like waking up with his saliva soaking everything between your thighs, and he always gets too excited when he tastes you. If he has to rut against your thigh that desperately again, he's afraid you might wake up and scold him.

Puppy!Yuuta, who can't wait until he works up the courage to mate with you properly. He knows it's still too soon, that it'd scare you to do it so abruptly, that he doesn't deserve it yet, but soon, he'll be able to to step up and take care of you as something more than just a pet. He's not there right now, but one day, he just knows he'll be the perfect mate for you <3

[ridingthatd]

you always had a feeling your boyfriend was obsessed with kissing. or maybe it was just what you thought. because recently you discovered it wasn't about the kiss, it was about something else. it was something a lot more then the way your lips glided together... it was about the way your warm tongue sloppily touched his, the way it twirled around against his.

mixing your spit with his, tasting your warm spit slide into his mouth as he runs out of breath and he wouldn't stop..he wouldn't stop till you're drooling against his lips, sucking your tongue into his mouth like a baby who leached on a nipple. he wouldn't stop till he would be overflowing with your sloppy drool as you overflow with his.

your boyfriend had a heavy fluid kink. as he coated your nipples with his saliva. he would shove his thick fingers into your mouth, just to stroke his fat cock with the other one as his eyes roll back at the feeling of having your wet warm saliva dripping on his fingers. he would beg you to spit in his mouth whenever you're riding him and he would force you to open your mouth wide so he can spit on yours whenever he cream pie your sweet little pussy.

but it wasn't just that- his fluid kink went far more then that. he craved coating every inch of your body with his saliva, sucking your whole tits into his mouth sloppily. your bedroom is filled with wet sucking sounds. his warm tongue tracing your body, from your face to your plumpy ass. spit wasn't the only fluid kink he had- he would beg you sometimes to soak him with your wet pussy, to squirt all over his face, pleading you and telling how much close he's to cumming just thinking about you squirting. he would beg you to slide your pussy against his body, coat his face, his chest and his thick thighs as you grind your wet cunt against him.

he would place you on his perky chest, just to grab your ass on a lock hold with his huge hands and slowly force you rub your clit against his hard, sensitive nipples till your squirt all over them. he wasn't just obsessed with filling your little pussy with his cum, he was always obsessed with stroking his cock against your soft body till he painted every inch of it with his warm seeds.

just thoughts...