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It’s a nice spring day as you and Yuta sit on a throw blanket at the park and have your weekly-mandated smoke session. You are sitting at a far corner of the vast green area so as not to disturb anyone, passing a joint back and forth as your minds grow slower and your laughs become giggles.
You watch each time as Yuta takes another drag of the joint, his lips closing in on it, before exhaling the smoke. God, he looks so hot when he’s smoking, you think. Keep it in your pants, girl, we are in public.
It’s hard to think of anything else rather than your horniness and how you just want to cuddle up with your long-time friend and more-recent fuck buddy, and all you can do is scoot closer to him, leaning your head on Yuta’s shoulder and sighing in delight at his body warmth.
A body warmth that rises to a slight fever when you are that close to him—which is dumb since you have fucked many times before, but you still have an effect on him that he doesn’t know how to explain or name.
Instead of dwelling on his feelings about you and your proximity, he takes another drag of the joint while reaching up with his free hand and patting your head in an endearing way that makes you hum.
“Want more, y/n?” he asks, passing you the joint.
“No, I’m good,” you look up slightly at him, your eyes slightly red, the same as his. It doesn’t make either of you break eye contact, though. “I’m really good.”
You lean in further, catching his lips in a slow, tender kiss. It’s only a peck, given that neither of you is into PDA, but it still leaves Yuta blushing.
“We should go back to my place,” you whisper against his lips. “Do you want to go back to my place, Yuta?”
Gulping, he nods. He wants to go back to your place. He wants that very much.
“Let’s go, then,” you smile, baked out of your mind.
You pick up all of your stuff with some difficulty, your brains foggy from smoking. After putting the throw blanket and your other trinkets into your tote bag, you walk side by side to your house.
It’s all fine and dandy until yours and Yuta’s hands brush against one another, and then Yuta’s brain is imploding again because he wants—nay, needs—to hold your hand but isn’t sure if you are at that level yet. Sure, you have been friends for years, and you fuck sometimes, but hand-holding… Hand-holding seems romantic, out of the scope of your fuck-buddy relationship.
You are proud to say you can read Yuta like a book after being his friend for so long. You notice his hesitation immediately, taking matters into your own hands—literally—and grabbing his hand, intertwining your fingers.
Yuta blushes and smiles slightly at you, holding your hand with a tight grip, and you smile at him, too.
The two of you arrive at your place not too long after and make your way into your bedroom, getting into your bed—well, it’s more of a nest than a bed, with all the blankets, pillows, and plushies you have accumulated over the years.
You get under the thousands of blankets and cuddle up, feeling particularly touchy from being that high, just needing the contact and the closeness to someone. And if that someone is Yuta, you are more than happy to cuddle to his side.
Pretty soon, though, the closeness isn’t enough, and you tilt her head up to look at Yuta, only to find out he had been staring at you all along. You smile at him before pulling him by his hair into a kiss. It’s nothing like the peck you shared at the park, quick and shy. This time, it is fiery and passionate, taking both your breaths away.
Your tongue swipes Yuta’s bottom lip before meeting his in an electrifying embrace, and soon enough, you are sitting up on the bed, tugging Yuta by his hair to follow you. You take off his shirt, sweatpants, and underwear, and he takes off your sweatshirt, followed by the jumpsuit you are wearing and your underwear, leaving you both naked in bed, your clothes all tossed around the bed and the floor.
You kiss again at an intense pace, needing more—more contact, more of this, more of each other.
The weed makes everything slower, but your passion overwrites it as Yuta leads you to lie on your back. His voice is husky as he says against your lips, “Need to taste you so bad, y/n.”
He stands between your legs, scooting down on the bed until he can kiss and bite your inner thighs all the way down to your cunt, already wet with anticipation. He flattens his tongue and licks you from the bottom to the top, curling his tongue right below your clit and flicking it.
You moan lowly as he repeats his ministrations, and as you start to moan louder and your legs start to squeeze his head, he increases his speed and pressure to please you. Your hand goes to his hair then, bitten-off whimpers leaving your lips as he eats you out.
He slides a finger inside you, curling it up slightly to press against your g-spot, matching the movements of his hand to those of his tongue and head.
“Fuck, Yuta, more,” you moan.
Yuta adds another finger then, speeding up his movements and intensifying the pressure, his fingers getting coated in your arousal—so much so that it dripped down from your cunt and onto your ass. He curls his fingers each time he goes in, he curls his tongue to flick your clit, and he closes his mouth around your nub to suck on it.
It’s all sending you into overdrive, and soon enough, you cum, your thighs threatening to close and smash Yuta’s head between them as you let out a choked-out gasp and your hands claw at the bedsheets.
Yuta stops his movements but leaves his fingers inside you to feel you contract and relax around them, delighting himself in the pleasure he gave you. When your cunt stops convulsing and you start breathing again, he takes his fingers off you, licking them clean.
Between the weed and your orgasm, it takes a few moments for you to gather your surroundings again, but Yuta is already climbing on top of you and kissing you once more. You hum as you taste herself on his tongue, and you reach down until you can grab his already hard cock, pumping it slowly and making him grunt against your mouth.
“Aw, you got that hard just from sucking me off, baby?” you coo at him.
He nods, and when you have the strength to do it, you flip the two of you around so Yuta has his back against the bed and you are straddling his hips. You tease him by grinding your hips against his, your labia parting as you slide your cunt through the length of his cock, coating it in your arousal. He breathes out shakily, his hands going to your hips to grab onto them.
“You wanna fuck me, Yuta? Want me to ride you?” you tease him further.
“Y-Yes,” he says. When you tilt your head with a sly smile on your lips, he adds, “Please, y/n.”
“Good boy,” you praise him with a low chuckle, sitting up on your knees to grab his cock by the base and angle it towards your cunt, pressing the tip of it against your entrance and lowering your hips slowly until it pops in.
You hum as you lower your hips more, growing used to the already familiar sensation of Yuta stretching your cunt. He’s huffing and puffing and breathing out shakily until your ass meets his hips, and then you sigh lowly, leaning your hands on his chest.
“Mm, feels so good, Yuta,” you say, rocking your hips against his. “You fill me up so good.”
You keep rocking your hips as you feel yourself stretch to accommodate him, and then you pick up some pace, going up until his cock is almost out of you and slowly descending back on it. You maintain your rhythm for some time, slowly fucking yourself on his cock, testing Yuta’s patience and control.
“Y/n… Faster, please,” he pleads.
You smirk, obliging to his wishes for once since he asked so nicely. You start bouncing faster and deeper on his cock, making him grunt and squeeze your hips, one of his hands going up to grope your tits and roll one of your nipples with his thumb.
You are a moaning mess as you go up and down, feeling him hit your g-spot repeatedly. You keep up the pace, the lewd sounds coming from the two of you filling up the bedroom. His own hips start shooting up as well to meet yours in a frenzy as his hand dips down from your tits to your clit, teasing it with his middle and ring finger in also frantic moves, making you moan loudly.
“Fuck, y/n, gonna cum,” he says, and much to his dismay, you immediately stop your movements, sitting down on his thighs with a sly smile.
“Not yet, you won’t.”
Yuta squeezes his eyes shut and lets out a shaky breath at the denial. He’s more than used to you doing this to him whenever you feel in the mood for it, but it doesn’t make it any less painful. He keeps rubbing your clit, thinking maybe you will have some mercy if he makes you cum.
You won’t.
Yuta feels his orgasm slip away as you start grinding your hips against his again, your movements slow and tempting, and you build back your pace in no time. Yuta is relentless against your clit, and with both the stimulation from his cock in and out of you and his fingers, you feel yourself near your own orgasm.
“You’re only allowed to cum—fuck—when I say so,” you tell him, the coil on your underbelly so close to snapping. “But, fuck, keep going.”
He obeys you, keeping his intense pace at your clit as you bounce on his cock quickly and repeatedly.
“Oh my God—“ your speech is interrupted by your orgasm that comes crashing over you, and your whole body tenses up, including your cunt, which makes it damn near impossible for Yuta to stop himself from coming then and there.
Your nails dig into his chest, your toes curl up, and your back arches as you are overtaken by pleasure. Your arms nearly stop supporting you, but you manage to keep your balance as you ride your orgasm, your cunt clenching around Yuta’s cock.
When you come back from your orgasm, you find Yuta nearly in tears from how hard he’s holding off to obey your command of not coming without your permission.
“Aw, baby. You want to cum?” you ask, grinding your hips against his, and he nods fervently. “Tell me how much you want to cum, and I might let you.”
He has no pride left, not when he has been denied an orgasm twice already, not when he knows damn well that you will not let him cum at all if he doesn’t beg for it. He’s been there before when he was too ashamed to plead, and he’s not doing it again.
“Please, please let me cum, y/n, I’ll do anything, please just let me cum, I need it so bad,” he breathes out. Taking a breath in, he adds, “Please, please, y/n.”
“Aw, my good boy,” you start going up and down again, taking no time to speed up your rhythm until you’re bouncing on his cock yet again.
You keep going at it, waiting for him to grow desperate again—even more than he is already. You see his muscles tense up and feel his cock twitch inside of you, and you smirk at him, your nails digging into his chest and scratching him.
“Cum for me, baby,” you tell him, and he immediately springs to action, his hips thrusting up to match your movements, his hands holding you by your hips and ass so tightly he might leave a mark.
It doesn’t take long at all for him to cum after you allow him to, and when he does, the pleasure is so intense that his vision grows white. The overwhelming feeling is mind-numbing, and he tosses his head back and lets out a loud grunt as he spills his seed inside you.
You smile at his fucked-out face before hopping off his cock and to his side on the bed. You’d have to replace the sheets later with how his cum is dripping out of you, but you can’t seem to care about it at that moment. Plus, Yuta seems to be too much in shock to move, even if you wanted him to.
You get up, go to the living room, grab another joint, and light it up. You make your way back into the bedroom and sit in the bed next to Yuta, who seems shocked that you’re back to smoking after all the emotional and sexual turmoil you put him through.
It makes you chuckle, and you extend one of your arms as an invitation for him to cuddle up to your side. He does it, and you pat his head tenderly as he did to you at the park.
“Here,” you offer him the joint. “Smoke and get ready for round two.”