#started reading the manga today if anybody is wondering where this came from lmao

[teddybeartoji]

彡 A NEEDY, NERVOUS BOY

☆. contains: 18+ MDNI; yuuta okkotsu x fem!reader; yuuta is aged up, yuuta is a virgin, he gets a hand job in a public place (oops), he calls the reader mommy in the end wc: 2.7k

thinking about giving virgin yuuta a handjob in the changing room.

the poor boy got so hard from you showing off your pretty little outfits to him. he just couldn't help it. he tried to hide it, feeling so embarassed and shameful, because it's so wrong:(( you're his best friend and yet he can't stop having all of these dirty thoughts about you. he even placed the one of your bags onto his lap in an attempt to hide the growing bulge but his red face and trembling hands still gave him away:((((

wanting to play with him a bit more after noticing his big problem, you decided to not close the curtain all the way when you started changing into your next outfit. he tried to not look, to be better but how could he? how could he, when you're bending over in a tiny skirt right in front of him, your lacy panties showing. his eyes grow twice in size and his face is now a deep red shade. his hands are sweating and he's clutching onto the bag on his lap so hard, he might break the thing. he thinks he might die. and it only gets worse when you suddenly raise your head and meet his gaze through the mirror, a smug grin playing on your pretty lips.

"come here."

his mouth falls open. huh?

"w-what?"

this is a dream, right?

and you laugh. laugh! yuuta glances around the room, trying to see if anyone heard that but luckily for him, the store is almost empty and there's nobody close by.

"come here, dummy." you push the curtain open and look down on the poor boy sitting in front of you.

you see him eyeing your body. going up from your feet to your plush thighs to your tummy peeking out between the waistband of your skirt and the tight low-cut top that you have on. he takes notice of the necklace you're wearing, the one that he gifted you for your birthday last year. he tries to swallow the lump in his throat. his eyes continue on to your neck to your jaw to your glossy lips, to your nose and up to your eyes. fuck, your eyes. the way you're looking at him right now is making his heart pound. it's almost triggering his flight or fight response. he feels like he should run, like he's a bit scared? of what, he doesn't really know.

of you?

well, maybe a bit. because right now, he wouldn't even dare to move a muscle unless you said so.

you raise your hand and curl your finger in a 'come here' motion and he stands immediately. like an obedient puppy. he places the bag aside and closes the distance between you two with a couple of uncertain steps.

the prominent tent in his pants catches your eye and you press your thighs together at the sight. taking his slightly sweaty hand into yours, you pull him into the stall, close the curtain behind you and make him face the mirror while you stand next to him and rest your head on his strong shoulder, keeping your eyes on his through the reflection.

in this light you can see how much his pupils have dilated and how red his cheeks really are. his lips are slightly parted and his chest is rising and falling at a fast pace.

you snake your arm around his waist and he tenses.

"is this okay?" you purr at him.

yuuta nods, knowing that if he were to even try to say anything, his voice would betray him.

your hand rests right atop his belt buckle and your other hand slides up his arm, over his bicep. his eyes fall shut and he lets out a loud sigh. your fingers gently grab his jaw and you pull him down just so you can ghost your lips over the shell of his ear. he shudders at the contact.

"do you want this, yuuta, hm? want me to touch you like this?"

he nods again. his painfully hard cock is leaking so much pre-cum already that he can clearly feel himself making a mess in his boxers. your touch is making his nervousness mix with excitement and relaxes into your side.

"yeah? i wanna hear you say it." you squish his cheeks and turn him back to the mirror.

he opens his eyes and he flutters his eyelashes at you, nodding again.

"i-i want it. wan' you to touch me. p-please." his shaky voice warms your lower stomach, a damp patch forming in your lacy panties. you send him a reassuring smile.

"good boy."

the hand resting on his waistband now drops a few inches and your fingers dance over the bulge in his pants. yuuta whimpers and he immediately lowers his head, as if embarrased of the sound he just let out.

"don't be shy, baby. it's just us here right now." you turn to really look at him, trying to make him more comfortable, to let him allow you to do this. your eyes meet and he holds your gaze. your free hand comes up to push the hairs falling in front of his eyes and you keep it there, resting on his hot cheek.

you apply more pressure to him and he closes his eyes again. you can't help but smile at how cute he is. so sensitive.

you trace the outline of his hard cock, drawing small circles on it and his hand finds the hem of your skirt and he bunches it up in his palm, desperately searching for something to keep him more grounded.

"please..." he whines.

"what do you want me to do, hm? tell me exactly what you want and i'll give it to you."

his breath hitches when you fully grab him through his pants.

"i-..." it's hard to focus with you touching him like this. "wan' you to touch me."

you laugh at him again. "i am touching you, aren't i?"

you trace down his jaw and down his neck, feeling his adam's apple bob. you let your hand roam around his chest, taking a mental note at how he shivers when you run your fingers over his hard nipples.

"n-no..."

"no?" you give him a strong squeeze and he lets out another needy whimper.

you're still resting your head against his arm, looking up at the sweet desperate boy with your big lust filled eyes. "i think i have to disagree, yuuta..."

he stares back at you and he looks like he's about to cry. how cute. the fist in your skirt tightens even more and his free hand wraps around your wrist, pressing your palm fully against him.

your teasing chuckle makes his cheeks flare up even more. he's ashamed of how dirty this is and yet he can't stop. nor does he want you to stop.

"want you to-- mmppfh, to make me feel good." he pleads.

"see, that's all i wanted to hear, sweetheart." you caress his cheek again while your other hand goes to unbuckle his belt. you mess around with it for a second too long and he rushes to do it himself with shaky hands. you watch him through the mirror and when he gets rid of the belt and undoes the button and the zipper of his pants, he looks up at you, awaiting for your next move or demand, ready to do whatever you ask of him. you simply offer him a smile.

the hand resting on his thigh slowly makes it way up to his crotch and yuuta sighs.

his big hand skims over your own, not knowing what to do with it. seeing this, you move your hand from his cheek and interlace your fingers with his and he visibly relaxes.

you drag your finger of the waistband of his pants and push them down, exposing the mess underneath.

"is this all for me, yuuta?" you ask in a teasing voice, although you know it's not half the mess in your own underwear.

"only for y-you." yuuta confirms with a sniffle. he squeezes your hand, thinking about how good it feels. holding your hand in his. he wonders if you'll do it again after this. he hopes that you will.

"oh, you're such a good boy, hm? did you like the outfits i was trying on?" you slide your fingers under the waistband of his boxers, nails scraping against his soft skin.

"mhmm. yes, i- i liked them a lot. you looked so pretty." he presses his eyes shut, your burning touch getting closer and closer to where he needs it most but the anticipation is killing him. "you always look so pretty."

your own cheeks flush at his genuine words. you know he means them too, you've seen the way he looks at you, how he tries to steal glances at you whenever you're in a room together. he's a sweet boy. and he's all yours now.

you drag his boxers down so they rest just below his balls and wow, he's big. and pretty. and oh, so hard. the tip is dark pink and oozing pre-cum. it leaks down to his full balls and he really is making a mess. you can't wait to help him clean it all up.

you wrap your fingers around him and you're completely mesmerized by how small your hand looks. you're tempted to put your other hand to use too but yuuta's clinging onto you so tightly, you don't wanna push him away.

he whines at how much softer and warmer your hand is compared to his rough one. how is he supposed to live after this? after feeling your touch, your skin on him. the countless nights he has spent on fisting his cock to the mere thought of you seems absurd now that you're really here.

you slide your thumb over his slit and his eyes shoot open.

"does that feel good, pretty boy?" you ask with a smile.

your words are making his head spin.

pretty boy.

"y-yes. so good." he stutters.

you trace around his tip before giving him a firm stroke and he instantly tenses, his abs flexing under his shirt. your own mouth falls agape at the sight of him, desperation looks good on him. he keeps his head low, messy hair covering his now glossy eyes.

you stroke him a few more times before letting your hand fall down to his balls and cupping them. at that yuuta lets out a very high pitched whine and you're suddenly brought back to reality, to the fact that you're not at home but still at the clothing store, in a random stall.

you think you hear a distant voice and realize you need to do something to shut him up. so you gently pry your hand from his hold, to which he responds with a small pout, and raise it up to his lips and press two of your fingers into his mouth. he keeps eye contact as he closes his lips around them and sucks and you feel your own slick run down your thigh.

"good boy." you whisper to him, feeling him throb in your hand.

you continue pumping him, squeezing at the base of his cock and twisting your wrist when you get to the top. every time you slide your palm over his sensitive tip he groans around your fingers. drool begins to drip from his mouth and it runs down your forearm.

while with the other hand, you press your fingers right under the mushroomy tip and he almost folds over himself.

"here, hm?" you laugh darkly.

he tries to mumble something so you pull your fingers from his mouth, a string of saliva keeping you connected and you see how him staring at it.

"what did you say, sweetheart?"

"p-please... wanna cum. it h-hurts..." he cries out as you keep a steady pace on his cock. the slick sound fills the small stall, accompanied by his shallow breaths. you wish you could record it.

"you wanna cum for me? here in public? didn't know you were like that, yuuta." you giggle and he doesn't understand why he likes that. why is he seemingly getting only harder and harder every time you laugh at him.

"y-yes..." he grabs at your forearm and starts grinding his hips into your fist.

you hold your fist in a tight circle, the perfect little hole for him to fuck. his orgasm is approaching quickly and he feels his pre-cum dripping everywhere. it's all over your hand, his pants and even on the floor.

"please... m-mommy..." his voice comes out so quietly, you almost miss it.

mommy, huh?

suddenly his hips come to a stop and you see through the mirror how his eyes widen and he brings his hand over his face in another wave of embarrassment. cute. you wrap your fingers around him and start stroking him yourself again.

"look at me." you demand. "right now or i'll stop."

his hand drops in an instant and his hazy eyes find yours.

"say it again." you tighten your fist around him and he has to sink his teeth into his wobbly lip to keep the whimpers back. your sudden harsh tone making his eyes water.

"say it."

...

"m-mommy... i'm sorry! i- i didn't mean it, i'm sorry, please, please, don't stop." he starts babbling in desperation, truly afraid that you'll stop. "p-please, i'm s-sorry!"

poor boy.

you speed up and you feel him twitch in your hand. he starts to sway, as if his knees are threatening to buckle. he braces himself with a hand on the wall next to him, his whole body shaking.

"i'm not mad, baby." he looks at you with the most adorable puppy eyes. "i like it. keep saying it, ok? be good for mommy."

"mmppf, yes. i'll be good, i'll be so good for you, mommy. i- just.. s-so close." he can't help but start eagerly fucking into your hand again, his climax approaching fast.

you slap your free hand over his mouth when he starts letting out more whines and whimpers. and you just... admire him, he looks so pretty like this. so focused on his pleasure, eyes shut and eyebrows pinched together, face covered in sweat.

when you feel his hips starting to stutter, you remove your hand from his mouth and grab the collar of his shirt instead to bring him down and press your mouth to his. finally. it takes him a moment to understand what's happening before he's trying to kiss you back but everything is starting to overwhelm him. your hand on him, your mouth on him, you on him. fuck. it's all too much.

"ah! i'm gonna-- mmmhm, gonna cum, mommy. can i cum? please, can i cum for you mommy?" he slurs into your mouth as tears begin falling from his eyes, staining his and your cheeks.

suddenly you disappear from his grasp and he opens his eyes only to see you kneel down in front of him with your mouth wide open. his hands fly to your hair, but he doesn't push, no, he doesn't dare to do that. he just keeps them there, shakily pushing stray hairs back behind your ears. and the second you take him into your warm mouth, he fills it with his even warmer cum.

"t-thank you, mommy. ahh... f-feels so good."

your one hand continues pumping him while the other goes to massage his balls. your lips stay closed around his sensitive tip as you try to swallow everything he's giving you. but it's a lot. he's shaking above you, moans spilling from his swollen lips but his eyes are on you. he wants to remember this forever.

and he will remember this forever.

he will remember the way your eyes shine up at him. how beautiful you look down on your knees, mouth full of him. how it feels when you gag around him, when you moan around him. how your tits look from this angle. your thighs. he just might ask you to marry him after this.

you keep on sucking, milking him for all he has to offer you. some of his cum starts to spill from the corners of your mouth, down your chin and onto the necklace he got you.

...

is he getting hard again?