#yuuta loves your pussy

[seraphdreams]

on your tummy with yuuta rolling his hips in languid circles - pressing alllllll along your back. you can feel his chest n his stomach n the weight of his thighs against the backs of yours. thick cock splitting your pussy open again n again in those slow hot drags in n out. he covers you completely. hunched over n hugging your body under him. he has an arm locked around your throat, his other hand shoved beneath your pelvis, fingers feeling where he has you split wide around him. his cheek is pressed against yours and you have nowhere to run or hide or even move - the sweat from your bodies sticking making the glide slick as he shifts over you - in and out in and out in and out in and out. its so stuffy and hot and it'd be uncomfortable if you weren't so fucking turned on by the notion of being held captive like this - pinned like a prey animal - forced to take yuuta’s cock inside your body. you're so wet even though he's not pulling all the way out your body still makes squishy shlick shlick shlick sounds with every sticky pat of his balls to your stuffed cunt. this is how he fucks you when he visits you from a mission. when he spent so many long nights without the wet clutch of your cunt sucking him in. he's sinking himself inside you, inside this feeling. you hear how much he needed this in his grunts, the gravel in his voice when he tells you - "you feel so good." and "missed this pussy." and one time, "baby - i love you -"

no notes. i have no notes. this was perfect and beyond beautiful and i need to savor in this moment before i can even think of responding. you are doing the lords work.

[rezitio]

Twitter links/visuals. jjk men

nsfw. gojo, getou, toji, nanami, sukuna n choso

'𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔, 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄...𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎!'

━━ "Such a needy little girl."

━━ Jumping on Gojo's dick

━━ In the back seat of the Bentley

━━ "That's how you do it. Now go on."

━━ Gojo Satoru. The King of teasing you

━━ Gojo laughing at and teasing your wet pussy.

━━ If you want a good grade, you're gonna have to work for it

━━ If he's willing to pause the game for you, better make it worth his time.

━━ See, you drank all of it... why waste the honored one's cum?

'𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎𝐔! 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐈'𝐋𝐋 𝐁𝐄𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄.'

━━ He finds peace inside you

━━ You, him and that fucking skirt.

━━ Getou is a man of many talents

━━ I believe getou would have a love seat in his cult

━━ At times, he doesn't even say anything. He just flips you over like this.

━━ When Getou says, Ride his face, this is what he means

━━ He himself is wondering why he's letting a monkey on him, but those moan and the fucking recoil

"𝐊𝐄𝐍'... 𝐈'𝐌 𝐒𝐎 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄! 𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈!"

━━ Morning sex before work

━━ After a long day, this is all he wants

━━ He usually stays professional at work... but that pen skirt was doing something to him.

━━ See that grip? He warned you to stop playing like that.

━━ Nanami desperately climbs on you after work

━━ Playing with Nanami like this is a dangerous game because of how the tables can turn.

━━ Again, with his grip

━━ All he's looking at are those pretty tits

'𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈! 𝐃𝐈𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐂𝐔𝐌 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄?"

━━ He's huge.

━━ In the back seat of the Honda

━━ Toji, making you do all the work

━━ Toji, releasing his load in your mouth

━━ You and the burglar after 10 minutes

━━ You and the Uber driver after 10 minutes

━━ How wrong is it to fuck a man you met at some horse race?

'𝐍𝐏𝐇𝐌... 𝐘𝐄𝐒 𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐀'

━━ Him compared to you

━━ Right on his throne.

━━ On your fucking knees

━━ Does he have to gag you next?

━━ Just open your fucking mouth slut.

━━ By the way, those are uruame's hands.

━━ Sukuna is absolutely gagging and suffocating you with his dick

━━ You thought you could get away with your disrespect in the beginning... but in the end, it's Sukuna. Triggerwaring on the second link!!

(^_^)

"𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐎, 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒 𝐌𝐄."

━━ Facesitting.

━━ Fingering Choso

━━ Choso cumming all over your face.

━━ Choso fucking shaking from your hands.

━━ We've got tiny shakes, too.

━━ First time in the strip club, why not go easy with a tit job

━━ Making him watch himself get jerked off while he can't even touch you has to be some kind of punishment.

rezito yeah, im back now. I've got like 3 stuff I need to edit out before I post them. It might take a while cuz I'm lazy. Next time I do this, it's probably gonna be like yuuta, shiu, todo (minors aged) like the other characters. Lemme know if you're up to that.

[mommypieck]

⌗︙・asking them to put on a condom ⸜⸜・

jjk & aot

this can't be happening to him, it's just a joke you're playing on him. he can feel his eye twitching at your words but he mouth says, "okay, no problem." why don't you want him to fuck you raw? do you not trust him? he almost cries when he sinks into your pussy with the rubber around his cock. he can't even enjoy this. the only reason he's staying hard is because he loves you. it's so much discomfort for him. but if you want it, he's not gonna say anything. he just hopes you will let him cum on your body and not into the condom. he won't let his cum go to waste. this is for you happiness and he's not happy. he quickly pulls out to cum on your stomach, but he has a trick up his sleeve.he gathers some of it on his fingers to push it right into you.

- yuuji, gojo, eren, jean, yuuta

"i wouldn't mind if something happened." and by that he means he doesn't mind if you got pregnant. are you saying he has to fuck you with condom just so you don't get pregnant? is that what you mean? he knew the risk ever since you started fucking and that's the thing that drove him to fuck you good and hard. he's trembling at the thought of you carrying his children. people fuck to reproduce and he's one of the people. he doesn't have the motivation to fuck you now that he's wearing a condom. you can't get pregnant now. he's trying so hard to think that he's sliding bare against your walls. that he's doing this he can plant his seed inside of you. he cums with a disgusted whine, all of the cum is in the condom and you're not getting pregnant. he's gonna make sure to cut off the top so he can cum inside the next time.

- reiner, geto, choso, armin, erwin

"okay." he says, it's not a problem. you feel good no matter how. and asking for condom only shows that you are not reckless and care about your heath.

- nanami, megumi, levi

no

- toji

[aajjks]

tw: èxplïcït, bèggïng, pâthètïc yándèrè mèn YÜMMMMM 18+

Men who have no idea just how sexy they are, men who have absolutely no idea just how insane they drive you from the lust you feel for them, men who are pathetic enough to beg on their knees for you to let them have just one taste. Men who have no idea how hot they sound when they’re finally inside you as they moan and cry. Men who have no idea who hot they are when they act so pathetic and desperate and they’ve got you pooling and pushing your legs together when you see the insatiable sexual hunger in their eyes. they have no idea how big they are how much their desperation makes you feel in control and how much you love that feeling.

“Y-Yn please just one taste! Please- Please PLEASE just one taste! I’ll die for this pussy- oh my goodness I need it- can’t you see how much I need you? I feel like I’m fucking dying- come on let me be between these legs! PLEASE!”

IZUKU, YUUJI, yuuta, geto, eren, denki, hawks, GOJO and KÖNIG

[bunnyyyuu]

includes: f! reader, aged up! yuuta, noncon/dubcon, rough sex, mean yuuta, dacryphilia

yuuta is kind of tired of being so sweet. he’s always been so nervous and almost too caring during your intimate nights, but he just craves more. especially when he knows how you get when he’s even a little rough.

so, of course, he’s just gonna test the waters. but, poor boy loses control and now he's in the deep end.

he’s got you folded up in the meanest mating press, his hipbones digging into your ass, but, more importantly, his cock bullying your poor cunt. he might've been a little rash—what kinda guy interrupts a relatively slow makout by practically ripping her clothes off? though, he is so obsessed with you like this that he just doesn't care.

you're sobbing. it's not a few tears of pleasure, it's fat blobs streaming down your cheeks, moans replaced with cries. it hurts. he’s slamming into your cervix relentlessly. he thinks you look absolutely beautiful—how’s he supposed to stop?

it's not his fault your salty tears make your pretty puffy cheeks glimmer in the dimness of his bedroom, that they compliment your skin so nicely. and it's certainly not his fault that, the harder you cry, the harder your pussy squeezes his aching dick.

“you're so pretty,” he mumbles.

“it feels so good, right?” he asks with a shaky smile, “so, so good, sweetie.” he’s talking to you like he’s not absolutely wrecking ur insides with an insane stamina.

you shake your head, sniffling. you’d be pushing him off you (or at least trying to get him to slow the fuck down) if he didn't have one hand digging around both your wrists.

“no?” he tilts his head in a faux innocence—now he’s just being a bitch, “your body says otherwise.”

he lets your legs fall on either side of his hips when he moves the hand he was holding them against you with the rub circles on your swollen clit. a moan, for the first time since he forced himself onto you tonight, slips from your mouth and cuts off a choked sob.

“feels awful, huh?” he almost laughs.

you’d never seen your yuuta like this. a sweet, respectful boy. maybe occasionally perverse, though it always seemed to be rooted in love and attraction to you, but this? he’s barely recognizable. he’s dirty and mean.

your clothes were all discarded sans your underwear. the cotton was rubbing against him uncomfortably. naturally he’s gotta get rid of it.

rrrrrriiiiiiiiiipppppppp! he breaks the dampened fabric with no effort at all.

“be quiet, hm?” he says it so sweetly, like yuuta. he shoves the panties into your open mouth with a grin that has to be evil. your cries and half-moans are muffled now, face scrunched up in discomfort at having to taste yourself.

“good,” he praises.

“yuuta, h-hurts,” you barely make out through the ball of fabric in your mouth.

his hips still for a moment, an expression of genuine pondering crossing his features. he knits his brows together and pinches his chin in thought. he lets his eyes wander over your form. face wet and flushed, body covered in his teeth marks and goosebumps, legs shaking like a leaf—he has his answer.

he starts up his movements again, pounding into you somehow harder. you cry out loudly, the broken sound barely even muffled. he smiles so sweetly, that smile thst you love.

“i don't care, pretty girl.”

[yanderenightmare]

TW: NSFW, yandere, stepcest

fem reader

Creep Step-bro – who steals the keys to your shared bathroom on account that you use too much time in there. He’ll barge in when you’re in the shower in the mornings to take a piss even though you squeal at him to get out. You’ll turn around to hide, still needing to wash out the shampoo from your hair, annoyed “ughs” and curse words leaving you – and he’ll sneak a snide look, watching the soapsuds and water run over the plump of your ass, glossy skin, perfect curve, down between your thighs and legs.

When you grab the towel, you sneer at him, “asshole,” before stomping out. He’ll shrug his shoulders, brushing his teeth with jaded eyes – casually pushing his hips forward against the sink, acting like he doesn’t have a boner he plans on rubbing out to the pretty picture of your wet naked body along with that cute scowl on your face.

You’re practically begging for it walking about the house in those little pajama shorts – so tiny he can see the crease of your cheek, so tight he can see the puffy outline of your cunt. Not to mention the loose tank top you wear with it. Sometimes without a bra on. The round of your soft titties going jump on every step you take.

Of course, he’s going to use any excuse to brush up against you. Coming behind you when you stand in the kitchen – prepping snacks for you and the gaggle of girlfriends held up in your room. He’ll push his crotch against the fat of your ass, pretending to reach for a bowl in the cupboard above you, and you’ll whine out something like “ew, gross, personal space-” but he’ll only savor the struggle even more – only raising his brow at you when you turn around with a strict pointer pressed up beneath his chin, telling him with a frown how he better not perv on any of your friends.

Shit- you’re so clueless…

Clueless as to how he robs your panties from the laundry bin and fucks the silky lace until they fray from his rough handlings – how he winds it so tight it strangles his cock, scrunching his face while imagining it’s your tight pussy before he blows his messy load into the dainty thing – loving the thought of you cluelessly walking around in them. 

Sure, it’s been washed since then, but still… 

♡ BNHA – Bakugou, Shoto, Denki, Kirishima, Shigaraki, Dabi, Hawks ♡ JJK – Sukuna, Mahito, Geto, Gojo, Toji, Yuuta, Choso ♡ HQ – Kageyama, Kuro, Miya twins, Suna, Tendou ♡ CSM – Denji ♡ BLLK – Reo ♡ AOT – Eren ♡ DS – Sanemi

♡ FEM x M INSERT masterlist ♡ GN x M INSERT masterlist

[tigerpeachs]

-`ღ´- a/n: thinking about possessive Yuuta ૮₍ ´ ꒳ `₎ა

-`ღ´- tags: 18+, mdni, fem reader, jealousy, afab reader, cream pie 

Yuuta would never admit to it. But he’s possessive. He likes having things to himself. He grew up as an only child and loved when Rika gave him all her attention. He likes it when Gojo trusts him enough to send him on solo missions and treats him as an individual. But don’t get him wrong, he loves being friends with everyone too. It’s the devoted attention that makes him feel good.

When he started dating you, he felt restless. He wanted your attention constantly. He wanted you to only spend time with him. He hated when you went out with others, even if it was just Maki and Nobara, because why wouldn’t you want to just stay with him.

Yuuta is possessive. When he has sex with you for the first time, he can’t help but claim what’s rightfully his. He cums deep inside of you. You whine feeling his warm cum coat your insides. He feels like he’s in a daze as he pulls out and sees your cute pussy gaping for him. Oh and you're doing so well holding his cum in too. Your body knows what’s right. It knows that he’s right for you.

And when he witnesses Itadori or Megumi or even Gojo flirt with you, he feels his jaw tense with anger. You belong to him. Not them. Him. So the next time you’re moaning against his sheets, he makes sure to leave marks. Bites, hickies, hand prints on your ass. He spared no expense. And fuck you’re such a good girl. You took everything, bouncing on his dick, saying you belong to him. You’re all his, forever. That line pouring from your sweet lips has him cumming over and over again inside of you.

He almost wants it to take. So then other people will finally stop flirting with what’s his.

Yuuta is possessive, but especially when it comes to you.

[moechies]

mean yuuta-nii with a crybaby reader, forcing her to do anal!! :3 (in honour of him showing up in the last episode of jjk for this season tee hee ;33)

tw dark content n0ncon, inct, anal, mention of parents

“y-yuuta nii.. please.. don’t..”

nii chan had your tummy pressed against the soft of your own bed, your panties and shorts pulled halfway down your thighs. his thumbs maliciously pulled open the fat of your ass, running this frigid finger down your slit and back up.

“nii chan..! s-stop! m-m gonna tell on you if you d-do this..”

“you’re gonna tell on me? what if i told otou-san and kaa-san how much you like it when i play with your pussy, hm? how much you like it when i put my fingers in y-“

“nii chan! s-stop..!”

you cried out yet again, feeling the soft of his thumb press into your ass. the pressure was overwhelming, the stretch unfamiliar.

your hands reach behind to press the man away, grabbing his wrists as a weak attempt to get him to stop.

“imouto chan, stop it and stay still. i know you don’t want to, but you’re not in any position to say no, mkay?”

before you have a chance to argue back, you feel a wet slick begin to rim the tight of your asshole, replacing his thumb. yuuta nii is generous enough to swipe the slick from your sticky cunt to your ass, just so it doesn’t hurt as much! your sullen cries of ‘stop,’ and ‘no,’ he loved it so much, you were just too cute!

he guides his swollen tip further and further inside, the pulsing pain searing through the lower part of your body. it burns, every inch that he continues to press in, it burns so much, but his whines and pants of arousal show that he feels differently.

“it’s okay imouto. i’ll make sure it feels good for you too,”

he reaches his hand down below, rolling your sweet clit in between his fingers, but never bothering to pay any attention to your needy hole.

“see, it feels good if i play with you like this right?”

you cry and thrash in his hold, a harsh hand slapping onto his wrists to remove his hand from your body at least. it was so frustrating, the painful and unfilling feeling from behind.

“it’s okay if you don’t like it imouto, but you’re gonna have to get used to it.”

[pseudowho]

Thinking about...

...long-term 'too comfortable' relationships with the JJK guys, when all the weird/gross/silly things creep in.

Pinning Gojo Satoru against a wall, having spotted an enormous pimple on his chin that you just have to get: "there's nothing wrong with m-- how dare you-- ow ow ow get off me--" "don't be such a melt, Satoru, keep still, that absolutely cannot stay on your face--"

Sitting on the toilet and chatting with Nanami Kento while he showers, and he wordlessly hands you a fresh toilet roll from the cabinet while he brushes his teeth; "thank you Kento" "mmmmmhm" and you continue chatting while you pee, leaving the bathroom door open. You forget to get off the toilet, so he brings you your tea there, while you continue to tell him about your day.

Laughing at Geto Suguru as he steps out of the bathroom after a bit of manscaping; "no no no-- go and get your razor, you're all patchy" "ah shit, really?" "yeah, you look like you've got a really bad gardener" "at least I try to trim the hedges..."

Plucking Fushiguro Toji's back hairs out one at a time; "OW-- dammit woman, stop doin' it like you hate me--" "--look, if you keep getting hairier, I'll just wax you instead, you're such a bear--" "--alright alright, I'll get your little witchy chin hair after--" "hey!"

Calling out to Okkotsu Yuuta while you're stuck on the toilet, blood over your hands and panties; "hey, Yuuta! Can you grab me some new underwear, and a pad?" "Sure!" Yuuta shuffles back to you, unfazed, as you hand him your bloodied panties to put in the laundry basket, "that bad, huh? You got enough stuff to last you?" "actually, I might need you to run to the shops..."

Creeping up behind Zenin Maki while she washes her bras in the sink, dropping a few of your own ones in, pressing a sloppy kiss to her cheek; "hey, hey, I'm not your washer woman" "yeah you are, such a beautiful washer woman" "psh...you're doing them next time"

Takuma Ino smiling as you curl on the sofa beside him in slummy old pyjamas full of holes (an ancient t-shirt of his, joggers you've had for at least ten years...), and you let out a fart; "sorry, sorry..." "don't be, I know you can do better than that" and Takuma lets one rip himself, sighing with relief.

Dropping your toothbrush down the toilet at Higuruma Hiromi's house; "ah, shit!" "oh, damn...just use mine" "eurgh, I'm not doing that!" "darling, be reasonable, I eat your pussy, we share much more--" "that's different--" "well by all means then, my love, enjoy your toilet toothbrush..."

Catching Todo Aoi taking a swig of milk out of the carton; "get a glass, jesus!" "whatever babe, it's just me and you here" "that is disgusting, unsanitary" "oh? I'll show you disgusting and unsanitary...c'mere"

When Kugisaki Nobara steps out of the bedroom, wearing your panties; "hey, they're my favourite!" "well they're my favourite too..." "yeah, on me! Get them off-- get back here--" and you dart after her, Nobara laughing as you try to pull your underwear off her, "help, help, I'm being assaulted!"

Catching Itadori Yuuji giving himself a scratch and sniff; "you absolute goblin-- go wash your hands!" Yuuji darts after you, laughing, his hand outstretched as you screech, ducking and running past him; "what, this hand? Come back baby! Where you goin'?"

Telling Fushiguro Megumi every single time you need to poop; "pause the movie! Gotta go poop," and he absolutely returns the favour, sitting on the toilet while you're taking a bath , "I'd wait...but I can't" "alright alright, just don't stink the place out" "I don't make promises I can't keep"

[deathc-re]

your audiophile bf who just can't bear to be away from you this long. his heart has a hole and his cock is throbbing in his boxers. the way you so energetically answered the phone, a smile coming through in your voice. he couldn't bare it, pictures of you flashed through his mind and unconsciously his hand slipped into his pants.

thick fingers wrapped around the base of his dick as he listened to you rattle on about your day.

at first you didn't notice, just thinking his hums meant he was multi tasking. but when your speech slowed and you could clearly hear the shuttering of his voice, something inside you stirred.

your voice became more sultry as you sat back against the couch, legs folded, cunt twitching as you put the phone on speaker. he breathing was all over the place and you could've sworn you heard the rhythmic pull of his calluses hand up and down his shaft.

"my love," you cooed, " what are you up to?"

"hm?" he breathed, paying your words no mind and simply focusing on your voice. bringing up memories of when it cried his name.

"are you jerking off, baby?"

"fuck- i am, yeah."

you let out a giggle and uncrossed your legs, shifting positions and letting your hands slip past the hem of your sweats.

"yeah? are you missing my voice baby?"

he hummed and you clicked your teeth, "answer me, sweet heart."

"i am, i really fucking am. i- i miss your moans sweetheart."

you pussy clenched and you slowly circled your clit, letting out a sigh into the phone that was dropped right by your head.

"i miss yours too. let me hear them baby, i know you're keepin quiet."

"mhm," he whined, squeezing tighter "but it'll never feel as good as you baby."

"i know, i know, but you can still make yourself cum right? do it just how you like it."

he did as he was told, and shuddered at the increased pace. fuck did he miss you. the softness of your hands, the wetness of your mouth, the twitch of your cunt.

like the true lovers you were, your mind was in the area. the feel of his hands on you, the drag of his cock along your walls, his mouth on your nipples. fuck did you miss him.

your fingers moved quicker and as did his hand. you both moans into the mic of your phones, cursing and whining and "oh i wish you were here"s until your bodies felt alight with ecstasy. dots clouding your vision, toes curled and backs arching off different couches you both laid on.

"fuck- i love you so much." he breathed, simply looking at the white ropes that coated his hand and stomach.

"i love you too baby. hurry home yeah?"

YUUJI, gojo, yuuta, kirishima, deku, sero, bokuto, tendou, shinra + others

[emepe]

— Pairing: Yuuta x Reader, established relationship

— General info: 18+, one-shot, smut

— Summary: When it comes to Yuuta, “just the tip” is the start of a dangerous game.

— Content warnings: nsfw, unprotected vaginal sex, virginity loss, implied religious guilt, mild god complex if you squint, coercion, slight breeding kink.

— Notes: Honestly, I wrote this just to see if I could still write decent smut (and Yuuta fits the trope perfectly ugh, I can't lie). Likes and reblogs are appreciated! Happy reading! 

Links: Read on AO3 |  Masterlist

It wasn't supposed to happen like this. You promised each other you would wait. But an innocent kiss on the cheek while watching TV led to a sloppy makeout session on the sofa, with your legs on either side of Yuuta's lap and your clothed cunt grinding needily onto his crotch as his fingers crept under your shirt and dug into your waist. 

A whine escapes your lips when he involuntarily thrusts his hips upwards, meeting you halfway, desperate for further friction.

“My God, Yuu,” you moan into his mouth, as your combined drool trickles down your chin.

“‘M sorry,” he mumbles, yet makes no effort to hold back. Because little by little, with every movement of your hips, his erection has become downright painful. It's practically throbbing in the confines of his jeans, swollen and red, aching to be let out, begging for relief.

But he promised.

It's a mental game to come down to his senses and draw an end when things get too heated between you. God knows you haven't one ounce of willpower when you're spiraling down a lustful haze. But he'd rather be the stronger one than risk the loss of your virtue ending in remorse. 

He loves you too much to force you to carry such an immense guilt. You vowed to wait until you were married and instead settled for a few steamy moments here and there — always sure you never made it too far.

You could hump and whine and he'd swallow every sweet sigh you pour into his mouth — as long as you never fully undressed and as long as he didn't ruin you by pushing himself between your legs. Then he'll wrap his arms around you, assuring you that whatever you did was still innocent, that you have no reason to feel guilty because you're both still pure. 

The vicious cycle never ends. 

You're incredibly precious to him — you're everything — but man, it really pisses him off sometimes that he has to be the one to protect a promise you were the first to suggest.

He brings a hand to collect your hair and nip at your neck, kissing it, tracing its slope with his tongue and sucking fervently at the supple skin. As if that's enough, as if it could compare to the glowing promise that being buried inside you represents. His cock twitches at the thought, the movement causing you to expel another string of holy affirmations.

His eyes land on the hand that grips at the fabric of his shirt as you whimper into his ear and the air thickens with the scent of spit, sweat, and desire.

The engagement ring on your finger has become a symbol of dread. So close to having you bound to him forever, and yet the time couldn't come fast enough.

His chest rises and falls dramatically with every shallow breath. It's all too much — the blood rushing south, the precum he can feel leaking from his tip and soiling his underwear, the line of sweat that transfers from your forehead to his as you squeeze your eyes shut and breathe against his mouth — it's all too good. 

But it's not enough.

He's tired of it, and you're not making things easier with your pathetic whimpers and your feverish body clinging to him. He can feel your pussy clenching around nothing through the layers of clothing dividing you. If he didn't know any better, he might’ve thought you wore a skirt on purpose to further drive him mad. He might be a patient man —loving, understanding, doting— but he's still a man.

“Just the tip,” he groans.

Your hips slow down as you struggle to comprehend what he just said, earning him a chance to will the cum threatening to spurt inside his jeans back.

“What?” you ask, tilting your head as you observe his blown pupils and his eyebrows upturned in desperate pleading.

“Just the tip, please.” 

Your lips part to draw a sharp breath as it dawns on you what he's asking for.

“But we promised,” you softly pronounce.

“It won't change anything if it's just the tip,” he promises. “It's barely anything. It'll be like the time you used your hand.”

He hopes your mind is too dizzy to comprehend that the two situations don't compare at all. 

Uncertainty casts over your features, but he can see a hint of consideration gleaming in your eyes at the idea. 

You'd be lying if you said you never considered loosening up on your convictions every now and then when you got so close to the act. But you didn't think you could handle disappointing Yuuta by breaking the promise you brought up in the first place. After all, he's so devoted to you and he promised to abide by your wishes no matter how long it took because the gratification when you finally joined in carnal pleasure would only make your commitment to each other all the more special. 

“As long as I get to be with you, the rest doesn't matter,” was what he said.

But now that he's looking up at you with such helpless eyes, like you're some sort of god he prays to, your morals take a toll.

His blue eyes stare adoringly into yours. 

“Please?” he asks again.

He presses a kiss to the corner of your mouth.

“Please,” he insists, tugging on your bottom lip with his teeth, biting down just hard enough to cause a whisper of pain before alleviating the feeling with his tongue.

“Please, please, please, it hurts,” he whines, tears lining his lashes and threatening to spill as he reaches between you to palm himself over his jeans. “I can't take it anymore. I'm begging you, I need you, I love you.”

How could you possibly say no when he asks so nicely? 

You'd have to be made of stone to deny him the pleasure. You'd have to be a monster to not relieve him of his throbbing pain. You'd have to be the cruelest god to impose him with such inhumane punishment.

“Yuu,” you whisper, his pain reflecting on your face upon witnessing his desperation. 

“Please,” he sniffles.

“Okay.”

The word falls over him like a fresh breeze.

“Really? You mean it?” 

His lips curve into an eager smile, with butterflies fluttering in his stomach in anticipation.

You nod, happy to see his teary eyes light up.

“Just the tip.”

“Just the tip, I promise.”

He brushes away at his tears with the heel of his palm.

“You're an angel,” he murmurs as he cradles your face with one hand and starts guiding your hips over his erection again with the other. 

Soon enough, you're back to panting into each other's mouths, feverish and dizzy at your new promise to fulfill. 

Your hands fumble to undo his jeans, clumsily pulling down the zipper in fragments.

“Just the tip,” you huff, as he moans upon feeling your clammy hands palm him through his underwear.

You pull on his briefs just enough for his erection to spring free.

“Oh, god,” you exhale, in awe of the intense red that consumes the head of his cock. Precum oozes from the tip, balls heavy as if he's seconds away from bursting. It's no wonder he looked so pained. 

“Just the tip,” he reminds you kindly as he pets your hair, heart rate spiking when he watches your thumb trace over his leaking tip.

He flips you over so that you're pressed onto the sofa while he hovers over you and hooks his fingers around your pink cotton panties, tugging them down your hips with ease and tossing them onto the floor, leaving you in your skirt.

The sight of your bare cunt — already a sopping wet mess from everything that now counts as foreplay — makes his cock twitch.

With his weight balanced on one forearm, he carefully drags himself between your folds, the most sinful sound reaching your ears as he coats his length in your juices. His free hand cradles your face as he bends down to capture your mouth in a heated kiss. His tongue pushes against yours, swallowing each of your moans as your hands lose themselves in his raven hair. 

With fingers trembling in excitement, he lets you go and starts lining himself to penetrate your insides.

“Yuu,” you gasp.

He watches in fascination as his reddened tip squeezes in and slowly disappears inside you, your cunt glistening with enough arousal that you barely feel any pain in the sudden stretch. In fact, Yuuta swears he can feel you suck him in the tiniest bit further as you flutter around the foreign member in your body. He can feel himself grow weaker as he's hit with the warmth and wetness of your insides. 

“Fuck,” he hisses, face dropping into the crook of your neck.

The overwhelming ecstasy of knowing he's connected to you burns at every inch of his skin as he scrambles to gather enough strength to pull out and push his tip back in again. 

You writhe under him, hands frantically pulling him in for a kiss. He complies. After all, you've gifted him with this — not that he wouldn't give in to your wishes otherwise. 

His brows furrow in concentration, eyes squeezed shut with the image of his tip swallowed by your insides flashing behind his eyelids. He pumps his head inside you — in and out, in and out — mesmerized by how good it feels even if it's barely a taste. 

It alleviates him… just a little.

He grips your hips with bruising force, rolling his hips further into you all at once, leaving a mildly burning sensation in its wake. 

A whine escapes your lips and your eyes close as you feel a tickle of his pubic hair brushing against your lower tummy. Your arms hook under his, bringing him close, scratching his back over his shirt.

An animalistic power washes over him, pushing him to penetrate the deepest part of you,  over and over again. His hand squeezes your face, demanding your attention and forcing you to meet his crazed gaze. His pupils are blown with lust, the gentle blue of his irises nearly gone. With the help of his thumb, he pries your mouth open, aggressively pushing his tongue against yours, relishing in the muffled cries of pleasure you release. 

The kiss is so needy, so aggressive, it's borderline painful and your jaw hurts from the tight grip of his hand. But it's still so fucking good.

When he pulls back, your eyes are lined with tears, much like his when he was begging to let you use just his tip minutes ago.

The sound of slapping skin echoes around you. Sloppy, wet, sinful.

“Yuuta, this doesn’t feel like just the tip,” you heave, feeling an unfamiliar knot tangling in your lower stomach. 

“It is, baby. I swear.”

You both know he's lying but you're too caught up in each other to care.

Your legs wrap around him, barely granting him enough space to move, but he doesn't care. This is better, this is what he needs to relieve the mild guilt that stems from lying to you, because this means you're just as thrilled by him ruining you as he is. And if you're so unwilling to ease your hold on him, he might as well kill two birds with one stone tonight and fill you to the brim with his cum.

The possibility of knocking you up has him reeling. A breathless laugh pushes past his lips as he looks down at you.

You're such a pretty mess and he's so in love. Your pussy does such a good job at sucking him in and he's so fucking drunk on it. 

The image of you sprawled below him, sweating and whining out his name will be burned into his memory forever. And you do have forever promised, he remembers. That ring on your finger — the very finger on the very hand that's creeping between your bodies to toy with your clit — stands as proof.

You perverted little thing, he thinks, as he feels you bucking your hips upward to meet his thrusts halfway.

“Yuuta, my god, oh my god!” you whimper as his strokes grow even sloppier and he grows even heavier on your body.

“Feel good, angel?” he taunts, using the nickname he imposed on you back before you became such a needy disaster.

An airy chuckle bubbles up his throat when you fervently nod and caress his cheek. He hooks an arm under your leg, pressing it further into your chest in a semi-mating press position. 

He carelessly thrusts his hips a few more times before he's washed over with a glorious relief that he pours inside you, marveling at the way your insides flutter around him, milking him dry with every wanton squeeze.

It's like you want to get knocked up, he thinks.

His hold on your leg loosens and his weight tumbles down on top of you as you work your way to clarity. 

He moves around on the limited space of the sofa so that you can snuggle into his chest with his arms wrapped tightly around you as he presses soft kisses onto the crown of your head.

You can feel his cum leaking from your insides and seeping into the couch cushions, but it'll be a while before either of you care to clean up your mess.

His warm embrace coaxes you to sleep. As you're teetering the line of peaceful slumber, a familiar thought pops into your head.

“Yuuta,” you murmur.

“Hm?”

“What we just did wasn't wrong, was it?”

He looks down at you, fingers lifting your chin so he can see your face. Your eyes are wide with worry. The duality with which you're able to confront these matters will forever be a mystery to him. 

His gaze softens and a smile graces his lips.

“Don't worry, angel. This was innocent.” 

He presses a kiss to your forehead.

“It's pure love.”

Back to masterlist

[obsessiveimpulses]

Yuuta needy brainrot °♡

summary: needy yuuta interrupts your girls night

cw: slight breeding kink, phone sex, exhibitisiom ? , subboy!yuuta , porn w a lil plot

an: first submission here,,, im welcome to any ideas and feel free to leave some feed back !! thanks:^)

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You laid next to Nobara, both propped up by your elbows. Your jaws hung slack as the blue light shined from her laptop. You were watching the latest hit romcom that Nobara had been begging you to watch with her for ages. It took her so long to convince you - only about 50 rejections for you to finally say yes. You were always just too busy with Yuuta, truthfully he just never wanted to leave your side. And you never wanted to leave his

Yuuta was a bit of the overprotective, obsessive type. You had to practically beg him stay at Nobaras tonight. Nonetheless, you love him for it despite knowing it probably wasn't healthy.

~~~~~

"Please, Yuuta..." you said cupping his large pale hands with your own, "it's just one night I'll be back first thing tomorrow, I promise." You stood between his legs, his big tired eyes looking up into yours. He shook his heading before dropping it, his hair slightly covering his left eye.

"Fine" he mutters. His voice trembled a little before looking back up at me. But there was something in his eyes, they glistened darkly.

"Really?!"

He squeezes your hands tighter, "yes... but, that doesn't mean it won't be easy" he spoke softly. He rose taking his coat from the rack and gently placing it over your shoulders. He grabbed your bag from the floor, passing it to you.

"Don't worry you'll be fine Yuuta, it's only for one night" you reassured him.

"I never said for me" he mumbled his voice smooshed by his lips caressing your forehead. His hands grabbed the side of your head, holding you close as you shivered from the touch of his cold ring.

~~~~~~

Nobara reached over twisting your hair between her fingers mindlessly. Her bed was ever so soft but it wasn't us soft as Yuuta's.

Bzzz Bzzz Bzzz

Nobara and I jumped at the vibrations sent through the bed. "Who's that?" she questioned leaning over to try and peek.

"It's probably just Yuuta..." you sighed sitting up, "I should just see what he wants." Nobara sighed as well, not wanting to be interrupted on your only time together.

Answering the phone you spoke, "hello? Yuuta?" Silence answered back.

"Yuuta, what's up?" Asking again patiently waiting for an answer.

"Baby..." Yuuta choked out, followed by muffled sounds of the bed creaking and sheets rustling. "Yeah, is everything okay?" You inquired.

"No.. baby I need your help" he spoke softly his voice consistently broken up with small sharp breaths. He continued panting into the phone, pleading your name.

"Yuuta! Are you okay?!" Your voice raised as you grew anxious and impatient. Worrying you brought your hand to your mouth chewing along your nail. Your heart beat faster, it echoed through your mind like a drum.

"Darling ... I... ugh" he moaned into the phone.

Huuuuuh.... your mind went blank.

"nggh ... can't take it anymore, need your sweet pussy baby" he moaned breathlessly his sweet little whines ever so soft. A knot growing into your stomach.

"Yuuta... are you?" you sighed into the phone. A wave of relief washed over you before quickly being replaced by a swarm of butterflies fluttering in your stomach. He was right he wasn't going to make this easy, for you.

"m'mmm.. so close" he choked out. Followed by squelching and sniffles. Tears rolled down his cheeks, he couldn't help it. He fisted his cock, his back arching as he moaned into the phone echoing into your ear.

"so sorry baby, please forgive me but I just can't help it... need you... need your voice" he whined growing closer chasing the building feeling growing in his balls.

You pictured him sprawled across the bed. Seeing him vividly leaking from his slit, precum dripping down his length onto his balls and in-between his upper thighs. You could only imagine the mess he's making. A bead of sweat rolling down his forehead mixing in with his salty tears before dropping onto his lip.

"Yuuta, it's okay" you mumbled. "Don't stop baby I'm here for you." His moans pierced through your brain. In that moment you wanted nothing more than to see or at least hear him cum for you. To at least hear him cum from nothing but the simple sound of your voice.

Hearing your praise the feeling intensifies. His strokes become harder, faster and louder. The squelching sounds and his soft pleas for release growing louder. You almost forgot Nobara sat right next to you, her face contorted with confusion.

You shrug your shoulders and wave your hand with dismissal at her hoping she would just ignore you. Most importantly, you were praying she couldn't hear Yuuta's whines.

"ugh darling.. don't want to waste my cum," Yuuta barely gets out in between moans, "should be deep in you instead."

"It's okay Yuuta, just show me... after" you say but really you want to see it now. At this rate it wasn't going to be long before you soaked through your jeans.

With this Yuuta is determined to make a huge mess just to show you how much he needs you. His needy moans become more desperate filled with more fuuuucks than ever before.

"Fuck.. I'm gonna cum baby," Yuuta whines rocking his hips up into his hands. "Pleaseee, say I love you... need to hear you."

"I love you Yuuta" you say. Your pussy throbs for him just as his cock throbs for you. Before he can even tell he's cumming, his hands are covered with cum as he crys out for you. His hips buck up high picturing himself deep inside you.

He chuckles to himself, still breathless from his sweet release.

"Ugh so good.. I love you, goodnight" yuuta coos before abruptly hanging up. That bitch!

So, he's just going to tease me and beg for me like that and not even say thank you after! You sigh angrily taking your phone away from you ear.

"What was that about?" Nobara asks.

Before answering your phone dings. It's Yuuta he's sent you an image.

'As promised my love' it reads followed by a photo of his hand stretched cum coating everywhere. Its inbetween his fingers and all over his cock. Is this how much he usually cums in me?! You think to yourself in shock.

"Hello?" Nobara says as he snaps her fingers in front of your face.

"Fuck sorry, he just wanted to say goodnight" you say quickly. Liar may as well be written in thick black ink over your forehead with how red your face is.

Yuuta you fucking bastard. I'll get you back for that.

[tsukiran]

jujutsu kaisen fic recs

fushiguro megumi. breathe // thank you, yuuta

fushiguro toji. get you there // pheremoaned

geto suguru. bumpy ride // detention // adult store // needy greedy // broke the bed // arminsumi's masterlist

gojo satoru. pussycat primadonna // lovers victim // tangerine // rich boy gojo // camboy // 3:34pm A/B/O - part 2 // cause i'm saggitarius // happy bday // same blue eyes // girldad // marked mine // streamer gojo // can i eat now? // kiss my ass // going bald // mess it up // di☆mond boy

inumaki toge. mine

itadori yuuji. tummy mouth // vivid images // here with him // mean // nasty // all i want for christmas // alpha

kamo choso. untitled // big bro // pay attention to me // virgin // my love, mine all mine

nanami kento. driving instructor // his wife // million dolla baby // for you, i can be

okkotsu yuuta. thank you yuuta

ryomen sukuna. older brother's cuter // very close // tummy mouth // anti-NNN // not yet // yakuza au (crown) // do you wanna breed // su-kuna // big bro au // loverboy // beg // mess it up // mothers' day // i wanna be your endgame // your roommate sukuna // map of the soul (immortal!au) // twinsies (dad!au) // king!au - cute heir says next // glazed donuts // pussy fairy

tojinami. bed chem

yuutamaki. i want it, both of you

various. whose pussy this is // wanna put you in seven positions // beefy men // religion // riding him // he tells his mom about you // breaking the bed // riding his face // hoshigray's jjk masterlist // it girl // screampied's masterlist // ghostface x jjk masterlist

ran2023. updated 1/22/25

[aajjks]

warnings: 18+ thèmès, màstrübatïön, phöne s-x, dèspèrátè mèn, yándèrè men, hörny lêvẽl 100.

Yandere men who are insatiable, like being away from you is the worst thing ever, like it would’ve been just better if you killed them but you instead you chose to spend some time away from them. ITS PUNISHMENT.

Do you know how HARD IT IS FOR THEM TO BE AWAY FROM YOU? Or how needy you have left them? Yandere men who go insane from longing and arousal, you’re not there and their body and heart need you so badly, it’s all aching, it hurts so fucking bad. So they decide to call you, and as soon as they hear your voice? Their hands start to move lower and lower down their legs, touching themselves to your pretty voice.

And they’re so horny.

Yes they’re not ashamed, oh you’ve left them away to spend some time with your family or friends, but you’ve left them no choice but to jerk off to the sound of your voice.

“Oh mmm yeah, yeah keep talkin’ princess.. nghh oh yes yes…. Huh? O-Oh well you see ‘m just jerking off a little, I miss your pussy so much- nghh ah I miss you so much. Fuck- shit it’s torture- your voice is driving me insane, keep talkin’ my dick loved your voice.. nghh I’m gonna cum for you soon princess, literally.”

yuuta, gojo, bakugou, Toji, KONIG, EDDIE MUNSON, IZUKU, HAWKS, tamaki, GETO

[bunnyyyuu]

includes: f! reader, aged up! yuuta + maki, lesbian fetishizing, jerking it, car sex, spanking, strap on, cunnilingus, 69 (mentioned), pervy yuuta kinda

yuuta is really happy for you and maki! he really is.

he’s a huge sweetheart, extremely supportive. anytime you two post one another on your instagram stories with whatever romance song is currently trending, he’s the first to like and reply to it. he’s always saying something about how cute you two are. on your anniversaries—whether it be three months or your two years—he’s texting both of you at midnight a loving “happy anniversary! i'm so happy for u two :) the cutest couple ever”. and he really does mean all that stuff, really.

but yuuta would be lying to himself he said that he wasn't using his unrelenting support for your relationship as a way to soothe his guilt. because he does feel bad about it.

jerking off to his two best friends? how could shame not eat away at him, chomping at the very essence of his soul. he’s always prided himself on how much love and care he has for his friends, how could he do this?

unfortunately for him, though, the thought is just too addicting. so, he’s making up for it by being your number one fan.

his head is thrown back uncomfortably against the wood of his headboard, which would normally bother him if he wasn't so occupied with his leaking dick. he’s rubbing circles with his thumb over the slit, an impossible amount of pre just oozing out of the pretty pink tip.

yuuta’s always had such a vivid imagination and an almost photographic memory, tools that aided him greatly in these desperate nights.

he thinks about the goodbye kisses—though just fleeting pecks, really—you press against maki’s lips in his backseat when he’s dropping you off after a trio hang out. he insists that he’s not third wheeling, and he also insists that you and maki need to sit together in the back. he really doesn't mind sitting in the front alone, really. especially not when he can imagine you and maki in his backseat.

he thinks about you two making out: lewd moans slipping into each other's mouths, the gloss coating your puffy lips smearing across maki’s face, the way her hands crawl under your shirt and fondle your tits.

he thinks about maki’s mean hand slamming into your cunt as you soak the leather of his seats; not that he cares about those seats anyway. he thinks about the downright nasty sounds of your sopping pussy squelching around her fingers as she cruelly plunges them in and out and in and out.

he thinks about your squirt tainting his car, leaving a mess of the liquid all over. the smell of sex, of pussy, lingering in his vehicle for days.

he thinks about how maki hugs you from behind a lot. the way her calloused hands snake up from your ass to grab your hips with unnecessary force for a simple hug before wrapping her arms around your waist and pulling your back against her chest. though, even when you two think you're being sneaky, he notices—of course yuuta would notice that.

he thinks about her bending you over a counter or the edge of your bed. your skirt flipped up, panties no where to be found, as she leaves bright red hand prints all across your ass. she’d have some wicked grin on her face as you let out little ah! ah!’s everytime her palm made harsh contact with your butt, your legs behind you flailing. her free hand would be gripping your hip the same way she does in those hugs.

he thinks about that gleam in your eyes when you're watching maki train. it's not innocent, it's not admiration, it’s something much worse. the way you chew on ur bottom lip and cross your legs over one another, resting your elbow on your knee and chin on your fist. you're watching her like a hawk, pulling her into a hug once she’s all done and sweaty with a little “you did so good! you're so strong!” he sees you feel up her arms or her thighs after.

he thinks about how that strength translates into the bedroom. how she’d pin you down completely with no effort at all as she rams the strap in and out of your aching pussy. she’d have you crying out, begging for something, you’re not even sure what. she’d make you cum over and over until your cunt was sore, slapping you around and using you. he tightens his grip on his dick just a little, precum stickying his hand.

he thinks maybe it's the opposite. maybe all of maki’s brashness, the chip on her shoulder disappears once you're between her legs. lapping at her sex like it's your very last meal, spewing praises against her clit. she's moaning so softly, scarred legs shaking. she's on the verge of tears as you bring her to her upteenth orgasm. you pull away after far too long to mumble sweet nothings at her, your beautiful face absolutely soaked in her. god, yuuta would kill to see that.

he thinks about you two sixty-nining—

“shit,” he hisses out when his phone, placed carelessly in his mess of blankets dings. he scrambles with his free hand, the other still holding a vice grip on the base of his impossibly hard cock.

a text. from you.

“wanna come over? me and maki miss u”

pump! pump! pump! he stares at the text with bleary eyes before finally spilling his hot cum all over his hand, nodding frantically at your words on the screen.

he types back swiftly with his non cum soaked hand.

“ofc :)”

[satocidal]

Thinking about Shy Classmate! Yuuta…

Shy Classmate! Yuuta… who’s the biggest sweetheart ever, just with the dirtiest set of thoughts if ever found. Shy Classmate! Yuuta… who is all so nice to you, and everyone—but more so to you, because you always thank him by bouncing on his pretty dick like a little bitch in heat. Shy Classmate! Yuuta… who’s quiet usually but oh lords, it’s almost crazy, the way the filthiest words escape his mouth when he’s worshipping your pussy with his tongue like his life depends upon it. Shy Classmate! Yuuta… who cares a lot about you so he always and always puts your needs above his, particularly when he makes you cum for the 5th time in the locked classroom. Shy Classmate! Yuuta… who makes you wear a vibrator to class so he can watch you squirm—even often make jokes about you, only audible to you. Shy Classmate! Yuuta… who loves when you get in your knees for him and make his silly little moans turn into the biggest gasps and whines and moans—making him sound porn worthy. Shy Classmate! Yuuta… who teases you by punishing and calling you out in things that happened during class because he loves your blushing face. Shy Classmate! Yuuta… who is just the biggest mess outside classes.