YomoxUta Smut oneshots

His Slut

Masochism, Bxb, Degrading/degradee, Rough, Dubious consent.

Uta sighed, sitting up. He had fallen asleep next to Yomo when the two of them were watching a movie. Seemed like he fell asleep too. He traced his finger along the sleeping man's jaw, watching him intently. Renji was always rather handsome to him. The platinum blond's eyes fluttered open and Uta jerked his hand away. 'You're awake.' Uta smiled.
'Yeah... thought I felt something on my face...' He muttered, barely staying awake. Uta shook his head.
'Nope, there was nothing there.' He lied. He was a brilliant liar.
'If you say so...' he mumbled. 'So... since I'm awake, want to watch another film?'
'Sure, your choice.'

They were halfway through the movie, and Uta was getting a little uncomfortable. He wanted to sit closer to Yomo, but didn't want to seem weird. He was too lost in thought, he hadn't realised Renji looking at him. 'Hey, Uta, can I do your hair?' He asked, out of the blue. Uta gave him a confused look.
'Why?'
'It's just bothering me...' He answered.
'Alright then...' He took out his hair band as Yomo patted the space between his legs, motioning for him to sit there. He sat there hesitantly. He wasn't going to get through this without having unwanted thoughts pop up into his head. Why? Well, having one of the hottest men he knew sat with his legs around him and tugging his hair (which always got him a little horny) was just a recipe for disaster.

They sat like that for a while, Yomo braiding small parts of his hair as Uta fought the urge to moan. Yomo noticed his friend was acting strange. 'You alright?' He asked, using Uta's hair to turn his head around the face him. The black-haired male's hands shot up to his mouth, stifling a moan that his friend had enticed.
'Y-yeah..' he lied, his cheeks red from embarrassment and heat.
'If you say so..'

Uta had been thinking up this plan for atleast twenty minutes. He was horny and knew how agitated he would be later on if he didn't get some, so he decided to make Yomo the same way. He 'relaxed' and leaned back into his best friend, 'accidentally' pushing his ass into his crotch. Yomo let out a quiet gasp. A smirk had presented its way into Uta's face, the Male knowing that Yomo wouldn't say anything about it. Things went exactly to plan, and soon, the both of them were asleep again.

The morning was pretty difficult for the both of them. Uta had the day off, which meant he had to help at the cafe as he had promised he would a few days prior. Great. Meanwhile, Yomo was struggling with the fact he had an erotic dream about his Best friend the night before. Uta was cleaning the sides before opening, purposely bending over a little more than necessary to put on a little show for his best friend, who was making the both of them some coffee. 'Here...' He grumbled, puffing the coffee cup infront of Uta.
'Thanks.' He smiled. He drank a little before going back to wiping the sides down of any dust they had collected over the night. Once he was sure they were clean, and cleaned them once more to make sure, he retreated into the staff room with his coffee.

Suddenly, a big hand grabbed a fistful of his hair. A load moan escaped from his lips. 'Renji, what the fuck?' He hissed, pulling his head forwards to get it from his grip. That didn't help, it just caused him to pull his hair roughly. No matter how hard Uta tried to release his hair, Yomo just pulled and pulled, until he was a moaning mess. His cheeks were red and his throat was starting to hurt. He looked up at his friend, only to see how he was enjoying it. 'Dick...' he muttered.

Before he knew it, Renji was on top of him, leaving bruising kisses on his neck. At this point, he couldn't bother fighting back, just giving in to the stronger man. Yomo's hands wandered up his shirt, touching him gently and roughly all at once. The two of them stayed that way for a while, until Uta regained his confidence, of course. He wrapped his legs around the other's waist, grinding up into him. 'Slut...' Yomo said through gritted teeth, forcing his hips back down onto the couch. A fake pout formed on the slightly taller male's lips.
'Aw, come on, you know that just a make out session isn't enough for you. We both know this.' He wrapped his legs around his friend once more. There was no arguing there, there was no point.
'Well, lets get this over with, shall we?' He practically tore the both of their clothes with impatience, glad he had an excuse to do so.

So, there they were, bare and naked without anything to cover them. Yomo's fingers traced over the tattoos of the taller Male, noticing his swollen lips and hooded eyes. Noticing how his lips parted and how the thin red veins from his eyes ran across his temple and cheeks. All of these thoughts sent blood to the lower half of his body.

(886 words and we've only just gotten to the good stuff, lol)

Yomo lifted up Uta's hips, lining himself up before shoving his entire length into his ass. Uta let out a gasp of pain, pleasure shooting through him aswell. Every jolt of pain he felt, he felt ten bolts of pleasure, and not just because of his masochism. A hand snaked it's way to the back of Uta's head, tugging his hair as another slapped his ass, leaving a violent red mark. Yomo continued to abuse Uta, causing the taller to scream out in bliss. He was being pounded into at a rate even he couldn't comprehend, being called names most people would call unnecessary or rude. 'You are such a slut... but you're my slut so that's okay.' Renji hissed, turning on Uta even further, if that was even possible.

Yomo lifted his friend's leg over his shoulder, gripping his hips strong enough to leave bruises as he fucked him mercilessly. This must've lasted for atleast thirty minutes, them swapping positions whether they chose to. Now, Uta was face down on the couch, his bruised red ass in the air as Yomo was bent over him, slamming into his prostate with as much strength as he could. Not that he would admit it, but Uta was close, a knot forming at the base of his stomach. He forced himself not to cum, which was proving difficult, but it wasn't like he had a cock ring on him, he left his in his jacket pocket. It didn't help when Yomo reached around and began to jerk him off. It was absolute torture, but he was too stubborn to give in.

Almost as if he could sense how close he was, Yomo began to quicken his pace, causing the Male beneath him to moan and scream in pleasure. They were both 100% sure that the people in the coffee shop could hear them, but they didn't care, they were in too much pleasure to give a shit about the outside world. The skinnier Male couldn't hold it any more, and he came, and Renji came shortly after too, filling him up to the brim.

Yomo pulled out, collapsing on top of Uta, who was also attempting to catch his breath. Uta laughed. 'Wow, of all of the people who I could've had sex with today, I was fucked by my best friend.' Yomo rolled his eyes.
'You started it last night. You could've just asked me to stop.' He stated, defending himself. 'Let's go upstairs, I think people might hear round two.'