#i hope this is not the start of another yuta streak it burnt me out but anything for him 🫶🏽

[38riku]

╭ never a bother

ft yuta okkotsu

about — yuta and popular!reader, black coded female reader (she/her) pronouns

warnings — this post contains explicit content. minors and ageless blogs do not interact. sweet sex. use of pet names.

notes — been camping on this and deciding whether it should be loser or just average and I came to the conclusion my baby too cute to be a loser !

word count — 1k

yuta is aware of the difference in social standing between you both. how could he not? wherever you went ‘hey’s’ and ‘how are you’s’ along with other forms of causal greetings were thrown your way. small talk was inevitable. the homecoming game flyers were so tacky right? that absolute idiot of a frat president is throwing a party and you’re personally invited because you guys are such good friends.

he has no idea how you tolerate it. smiling kindly and engaging in others idiocy but you don’t see it that way, of course you don’t. that must be why you climbed the social hierarchy as quickly as you did while he stayed at the bottom. a passing face in the crowd with nothing to offer but normality. not that he had any issues with it. never that. seriously, he’d rather mop the ocean than receive the attention you did.

but, he’d be lying if he didn’t see a teensy tiny upside to your popularity: bragging rights.

‘sorry, I’m studying with yuta tonight. we can catch a movie next week!’

‘that sounds fun! I can bring yuta right?’

‘oh, yuta doesn’t like crowded places. maybe next time!’

that’s when they finally turn to look at him, stood close beside you as always with a knowing smile and nothing more. the other party smiles begrudgingly in his direction, keeping face and excusing themselves moments later.

the pride, the glory, the absolute privilege of being one of the many priorities of yours grants him a satisfaction like no other.

he has no reputation to his name other than being ‘that friend’ of yours. when he’s alone, he hears them more — people questioning why you even keep him around, that he’s an eyesore, you should spend your time with people that actually matter — and on a particularly bad day, he let it get to his head.

“why do you keep me around?” a question that seemingly came out of the blue in the middle of your weekly hangout at his place. he gauged your reaction, a mixture of shock, confusion, and faint traces of hurt that made him chuckle dryly at his stupidity.

“j-just forget it.” he tried to dismiss the conversation to come but he knew you wouldn’t drop it that easily.

“to be clear I don’t keep you around like you’re some kind of pest. you’re my friend, my best friend.” you clarified, leaning over to flick his forehead. he mumbled something along the lines you causing severe skull damage, but he choked on his words when he felt the soft sensation of your lips touch his cheek.

it was sweet. it was fleeting. it set his face on fire.

“I like being around you, probably more than I should, but —”

your words were cut off by him tackling you to the other end of the couch. your head laid against the plush armrest as yuta pinned you with his body, his flushed face inches from yours. “I- I like you. I have for awhile now.”

you giggled, your hand reaching up to thread your fingers through his hair. “just had to say it first didn’t you?”

he nodded, a lopsided but charming grin on his face as he began to pepper your own with kisses of glee. when your laughter died down he delivered a kiss to your lips, filled with longing and adoration with a hint of inexperience that made your heart flutter.

“you’re a good kisser.” you teased as he pulled away, face dusted pink and midnight irises lidded with the rawest form of affection. “playing the flute all those years paid off huh?”

yuta snorted at your heat, rolling his eyes as he laid on your chest with a satisfied sigh. “yeah, I’m pretty good with my mouth.” his tone was nonchalant, looking at the movie that was long forgotten and not fully registering what he had said.

he hadn’t meant anything by it, nothing dirty, not intentionally, but you couldn’t help to become flustered by his words. it had your mind wandering, body tingling, blood hot with a lustful curiosity that had the words tumbling out without a second thought.

“show me.”

yuta like to do things in their entirety. not only that but he is somewhat of a perfectionist, checking each detail and ensuring it heads the best result. it was a trait you found helpful, with no drawback whatsoever.

unless he is stretching you out agonizingly slow with his fingers that may be — if not are — just as skilled as his mouth that drew the purely blissful sounds from your lips whilst sucking your clit, is something of a drawback.

“you like that too, hm? what feels the best, you gotta let me know.”

a drawn out whine left your lips as his pace slowed, awaiting your answer with dilated pupils and a finger massaging your puffy clit. “not fair,” you managed to say, pouting as another noise of pleasure rang throughout his bedroom.

“come on baby, work with me here. ‘m doing this for you ya know.” he reaffirmed, hovering over your body to trail kisses along the exposed skin of your neck. he reinserted a finger, adding another and curling them within your heat. “that’s it pretty baby, you gonna cum for me?”

his kisses trailed down your chest and to your stomach until he replaced his thumb with his tongue once more, flattening it and feeling your thighs clench around his head at the sensation.

your hands found his hair needing to grab onto something to keep grounded in your euphoric state. his name repeatedly left your lips in a symphony of moans. the only thing you could focus on was him and how he made you feel, everything else deemed irrelevant. the tightening in your belly was foreign but welcomed. pulling tears from your eyes as you tugged on his dark strands, ultramarine irises glaring at you with greed.

yuta watched as your legs began to twitch and the grin you at on his fingers convulsed once more until you cried out in ecstasy, your orgasm washing over you and he was in awe as you coated the surrounding area with your release. his fingers, the sheets, hell even your own thighs were coated with the sheen substance. the satisfaction he felt bubbled over in chuckles as he cleaned you up but not before kissing your tired frame with glossy lips.

“I hope that demonstration was satisfactory for you, angel.”

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