#i have been singlemindedly consumed by this image for days. inspired by the several recreations of the guy guzzling milk picture as yuuta

[cruel-hiraeth]

꒰ CARRIED AWAY ꒱ OKKOTSU YUUTA X READER

cw: mdni. piss kink. cunnilingus. slight dubcon. reader has a vagina but no gendered terms are used. wc: 680. a/n: i have no excuses.

It’s the blue velvet of evening—the last moments of dusky serenity before the world goes dark—when your boyfriend arrives at your shared apartment. He’s back from a mission, wearing the same outfit he was when he left (albeit now covered in sweat, grime, and blood).

Three days without you is three too many as far as Yuuta is concerned. He slips his shoes off and silently seeks you out: a homebound moth attracted to your brilliant flame. You’ve just stepped onto the cool bathroom tile when strong arms wind around your waist, lips hotly skating down the slope of your neck.

“Missed you,” he murmurs into your skin.

Gooseflesh tingles across your limbs as his molten breath seeps into your bones. Ten lithe fingers splay across your belly, quick to dip beneath the waistband of your pants and stroke your hips.

You reach backward to caress the jet hair at his nape with a chuckle. “Missed you more, Yuu. Do you mind if I use the bathroom first?”

Instead of answering, he spins you around and leans forward, forehead knocking against yours. His cobalt eyes are pools of fathomless ink. “Can’t,” he half-whines as he hastily tugs off your pants and underwear. “Think I’ll die if I don’t taste you now.” Desperation oozes from each syllable.

You believe him.

Dropping to his knees, Yuuta grips your soft thighs—blunt fingernails etching crescents into your flesh—and shoulders his lanky frame between your legs. He doesn’t have the patience to drag his nose through your pubic hair or chastely kiss your mons; he simply buries his face in your cunt with a groan, and proceeds to slurp fervently.

“Needed you,” he rasps. A strand of spider silk connecting his tongue to your hole snaps. You slouch against the wall to ground yourself, and he continues, “Thought about you every moment I was away.”

He tugs at your folds with a throaty hum before lapping up the expanse of your slit, finally settling where you need him most. You’re dizzy with desire as he sucks your clit between his wet lips. The eagerness with which he touches you is tinder to the fire kindling in your core, and you shudder as you feel the heady mixture of his spit and your slick trickling onto the floor.

But your legs tremble and you can’t focus because you have to relieve yourself. Now.

“Yuuta, I told you that I—please. Fucking move,” you hiss.

You yank his hair to get his attention, but he doesn’t budge. He proceeds to ease a finger inside you, stroking so deeply that your eyes cross; the added pressure puts an uncomfortable strain on your bladder, yet your pleasure mounts. Your fingernails dig into his scalp as a tear of exertion rolls down your cheek.

“Yuuta please. I—I’m,” you gasp, “I swear to God I’m going to fucking piss if you keep—”

He adds another digit, scissoring inside you as he moans around your clit. And you burst.

It happens so quickly that you can’t even attempt to hold it in. A steady stream of piss spurts out of you, directly onto Yuuta’s greedy tongue. He suctions his mouth to your cunt and guzzles everything you have to give him—like his life depends on it, like he hasn’t tasted water in days.

The continued stimulation pushes you over the edge; you climax with a pathetic warble.

When you regain your senses, you look down. Yuuta is beaming at you like you hung the stars in the sky. And he’s soaked: your fluids drip from his aquiline nose all the way down to his knees. The tent in his pants is unabashedly stained with his own cum. He smiles sheepishly, cheeks flushed, running a hand through his hair.

“Sorry. I got a little carried away.”

You snort, sliding down to the floor, sitting in the aftermath of one of the most intense orgasms of your life. “It was, uhm...nice,” you admit. “But I’m not cleaning this mess up. That’s on you.”

He grins, and presses a slippery kiss to your forehead. “On it.”