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darlingpwease · 2 years

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oh trans yuuta has me by the THROAT i need him to cockwarm SO bad

warm up

note: I wrote two options because I couldn't decide. also, trans guy yuuta, but since I don't know how to describe in a more explicit way, then like... yes.

content warnings: established relationship, pet names (dog-like names, good boy, lapboy, g.), mild crying + drooling + begging, mild unhealthy behaviour (obsessiveness) implied

penetration giving, dirty talk, sex addiction implied, unprotected sex implied, mild pet play (puppytalk with yuuta), riding position / bottom on top, masturbation (yuuta, solo), cock(?)warming (r.), oral warming / oral sex (r.), praise (g.), light hair pulling (g.), mild orgasm denial (g.)

writing style: yuuta's genitals are not named in any way (unfortunately), but it is very clearly implied that he has a vagina, precum; both parts are small (less than 1000 words)

darlings: yuuta okkotsu x reader; top!reader, dom!reader; reader has a few 'vocal' lines

It started innocently: rubbing cheek against your shoulder, wrapping arms around your body, airily gentle kisses on your neck to attract your attention. You have long been used to the fact that Yuuta is clingy, he has always been like that, so even when he almost began to wrap himself around you with all parts of his body, you just... continued to ignore him — until heard a dreary sound, something between a growl and a whine, and were practically forced to break away from business to let him know that you are listening to him and not ignoring at all.

Actually, you would never call Yuuta intrusive or "too needy", but sometimes he was definitely more sticky when felt that you were spending too little time together, especially if your work only got bigger with time, and cooing “I have a little more left, prince, give me more time” didn't help too much when you repeated it more than once in a few hours, making him even more sad — and out of control.

And although yes, Yuuta can help you in some way so that you do everything faster, but sometimes this help was pointless when only you can cope with things — or if he was too overexcited and could not really concentrate, constantly thinking about other things and losing touch with reality; in the end, he was looking for your intimacy, and even if he constantly brings himself to senses this is not too good for motivation, despite the desire for you to praise him. After all, Yuuta wants to be a good boy, even if his head is completely empty at such moments; but he really tries, asking you for clarification and doing everything possible, starting from massage and "bring-give-take away" and ending with direct intervention to do something monotonous or simple, if you can release earlier because of this and be less tired.

... But when you say that you know how he can help without putting too much effort mentally and without sticking to you in exhausting anguish, his desire to serve and a joyful gleam in eyes literally melts your heart — and Yuuta agrees even before you explain, almost wagging his tail with impatience.

In the end, he is always here to help you and fulfill your desires.

Hot as a stove when you gently touch his hair, lightly massaging to encourage for the absence of any distracting movements even when his mouth is wet and full — Yuuta makes no attempt to move away, allowing saliva to accumulate in the corners of his lips. After all, the order was "be a good boy and don't get in the way of work," but if he's already desperate to touch you, then you'll graciously let him warm you up, making sure that when you're done, you'll definitely be able to take care of him the same way he takes care of you.

It is in his interest to make sure that you will be wet enough and satisfied with his work, so simple and uncomplicated that it seems impossible to spoil it — at first.

When you gently comb his sticky because of the heat hair back, removing them from the forehead, watching an excitedly ruddy face unable to even whine something in response, you can't resist teasing affectionate concern about his condition and feelings — but only get a mute assurance that everything is fine, even when you feel a small tremor in his body; overflowing with sweet longing from impatience and misunderstanding when will you put pressure on the back of his head to use his mouth, and not leave him in this position.

Sweet, wet, hot — something inside you fervently responds to his tearful loving gaze, full of attention and longing, but you have a work, even when feel him twitching slightly, rustling, and his face takes on an expression of shy impatience, being left unattended for too long; but you do not react in any way, despite his quick worried glances in search of hints of your discontent. But even when the quiet noise is interrupted by wet sounds, you do not react in any way — Yuuta has always been so unrestrained and sensual, full of this immense thirst and need from the slightest touches and hints, but you are understanding enough that even through the force of restrained moans pass by your ears.

Yuuta doesn't move, even when saliva drips from his chin, and you only lower hand down to stroke him, gently encouraging to continue caressing himself when he stops, abruptly recovering from your touch. But you don't say anything out loud, glancing fleetingly at his face from below from time to time; blissfully dreamy, with slightly trembling eyelashes, not at all confused with the task even when his breathing is slightly off, and the sounds become a little louder, mixed with muffled moans and soft attempts to snuggle closer to you.

Like a drunk looking for even more pleasure, even when your fingers get tangled in Yuuta's wet hair, pulling slightly, giving him what he wants so much; you can't see, but can hear and feel how he responds when shivers harder, with breath knocked out, blindly looking for even more affection and touching the skin to the skin; when his hand lightly touches your leg during excited ignition, probably dirtying the floor, he has always been such a mess

“Stop.”

Hot as a stove; quiet whining, but obedience — nothing but trembling and heavy breathing when his hand slightly touches you, frozen in place. Puppy plaintive eyes, glistening from tears appearing due to heat and overexcitation, burning rosy cheeks, even more tempting you to let him continue, feeling excitedly full of pity for his pathetic-confused look.

You weren't sadistic, at all — you liked to go along with his sloppily desperate desires and needs, indulging in various little things,

if it didn't go against your desires.

“Good boy.”

When you stroke his hair, Yuuta squints, melting with pleasure, like a puppy, relaxing from the unexpected tension — but immediately whines when he is pushed away, interrupting, forcing him to look up. His cheeks are soft — when you press on them to give him an additional understanding of the importance of your words, Yuuta trembles slightly, but obediently does not move, allowing you to choose the most comfortable way to grasp his face.

“You're such a good dogboy, aren't you?”

His eyes shine like lanterns covered with fog, and when he slightly sticks out the tip of tongue, showing understanding of what you are talking about — his breath freezes from the movement of your hand lower, to his chin, making him to follow the slow movements in impatient anticipation of your new touch to his bare skin.

Good boys don't cum without permission.

“Of course you are.”

Your fingers rub gently, making him to blissfully cover his eyes with pleasure, almost purring, not reacting even when you gradually raise hand up on his head — only to remove it when you stop caressing his hair, which causes Yuut to quietly sniff with hints of discontent,

“I'll be done soon, I promise,”

but instead of words or actions, just get more comfortable between your legs, showing no signs of disagreement, leaving a few soft, light, almost apologetic kisses on your thighs and groin — a quiet, affectionate purr reaches your ears, probably some words he said to himself under breath, but clearly addressed to someone. However, these thoughts are replaced by a hot wave when Yuuta touches you in love timidly �� but immediately becomes more greedy, sticking even tighter.

Good boy.

Yuuta is purring something, but you can only hear the vibration coming from his mouth, even when his face regains that eager ruddy hue,

a very good boy,

and he himself listens intently to your every movement and sound, tightly squeezing and rubbing his hips against each other.

After all, he wants to help you.

Yuuta squeezes restlessly, nervously, as if trying to absorb you and make you stay with him forever, — or, more precisely, inside him — and you would love to go with it, giving him his favorite strokes while firmly holding his still thin wrists, making him drool with every thrust, or making him clinging to your clothes uncertainly, panting pitifully, swaying on your hips in these shyly timid movements, with this wet expression of overexcitation and embarrassment from understanding that you are looking at him, even if he likes it,

but instead you have things that cannot be postponed even if you desperately want, and the quietly whining Yuuta, comfortably settled on your hips for a long time, even if you haven't looked at the clock for the last few hours.

... Yuuta is slender, with thin features, and when you put hand on his thigh, — which fits perfectly into your palm, — you can squeeze him tightly almost without any problems, as if his body was a toy in your hands, even if it was rather caused by his thin features — but "fit into him" and "fit him" were two different things, and even when you can hold him to you, not even letting him move away from your body for a fleeting moment, Yuuta still remained too hot and tight, squeezing almost painfully tightly, as if trying to express some growing burning dissatisfaction, but then gently relaxing as much as he can, slightly trembling; wrapping his arms around you, almost noiselessly whining into your neck at first in an attempt to attract your attention — but the longer you hugged him, letting him listen to your heartbeat and softly kissing your shoulders and neck, the more lazily sleepy Yuuta became, as if trapped in a sweet resin, unable to resist or fight in any way, but only gently wrapping around you in a warm drowsiness.

But his quiet breathing was rather soothing, involuntarily forcing you to relax, feeling so enveloped in the heat of his body, wet, overexcited even when you don't move, shuddering from the most fleeting touches to his sensitive body, squeezing you even tighter in a soft pulsation that makes your thighs dirty; especially when your hand goes lower, drawing an invisible path over his hot skin, making him moan indistinctly when fingers touch his groin, teasing, feeling him freeze inside, as if holding his breath — and exhales with a loud moan when you lubricate fingers in his precum.

Apologies that you will soon finish and take care of him are interrupted when he clings even more tightly to your clothes, leaning back, hiding the space in front of you, impatiently pushing his wet soaked thighs towards your fingers, whining pitifully satisfied when you start rubbing harder, trying to match his excited trembling, even if his impatient fidgeting and the hot pulsation inside rather hinders you, forcing you to constantly be distracted and stop only to hear whining about more; when precum starts to dirty everything even more, leaving traces whenever he jerks up slightly, trying to get even a fleeting touch of your fingers, almost causing you pain due to tight pressing — but even when Yuuta kisses you desperately sweetly, leaving a barely perceptible taste of peaches, you can only continue to rub him, allowing him to finish and start kissing on his own in a painful thirst for more.

Maybe it was all about his ruddy wet face, full of this nervous blissful pleasure when he couldn't take his eyes off your fingers, watching you play with him, forcing him to soak thighs even more; or when he wetly kissed you, almost choking in blind thirst from the thought that he would get what wants; or when he squeezed you, needy and hot, wanting something more than just warming you while you're busy, even if that was what he agreed to — when you finally pay attention to him, giving him just a little, it doesn't matter.

“Lapboy, please—”

When he squeezes his hips even tighter around you, forcing you to gently hold him during the kiss — then only to hug him tighter with your hands, and if someone else were here, they would ask you to stop and relax the embrace, but Yuuta almost purrs, melting, snuggling even tighter even when this is impossible, even when he can't breathe,

looking for more.

“A couple more minutes...”

Yuuta rubs his cheek against your shoulder gently, as if half asleep, but you can feel his heart beating hard after hearing these words — although touching his back makes him relax from the sudden tension.

“Everything okay? Do you need the lubricant before start?”

“Okay; no.”

Yuuta is hot — like a stove; you don't even need to cover yourself with anything to stay warm when you can snuggle up to him, or make sure he's pressed close to you. But when your fingers gently slide down his side, Yuuta stops snuffling, freezes — and almost immediately turns his face to you.

“... Don't look at me with those dead fishy eyes.”

“Finish it.”

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