[Yokai Harem] Yuugiri's Fictional Foes

content: gender neutral reader, NSFW, double peepee, fictional smut inception?

Your beloved naga boyfriend is particularly jealous, not only when it comes to real threats and palpable suitors, but also – as you’ve now learned – when fiction is involved.

“What the hell is that,” he huffs with a theatric grimace, as if he’s holding down the avalanching need to gag. His thin, soft brows are furrowed, giving his elegant face an uncharacteristic mean twist.

“This?” You lift the framed photo, glancing back at him in confusion. “It’s my favorite character from a show I’m watching. I thought I’d use their picture, maybe as a keychain.”

He takes a moment to observe your newfound interest, a faint smile now forming on his lips. You involuntarily shudder; you’re much too familiar with that expression. He’s envious, and most likely scheming his revenge. Whether you’ll be on the receiving end of his wrath is yet to be determined, but you’re nonetheless expecting something to happen.

To your great shock and disbelief, Yuugiri is acting perfectly, splendidly normal in the following days. He’s clinging to you, pouting when you’re not giving him enough attention – the usual antics he pulls when he’s in a good mood. Perhaps you just imagined everything. Of course, even he wouldn’t be upset by a fictional crush. It’s a nonexistent issue, a hand-drawn muppet who somehow caught your superficial affections.

The little hiccup is completely forgotten by the time you give in to the serpent’s charms, allowing him to pin you down with his slender, yet muscular arms. His forked tongue swirls masterfully across your bare skin, causing you to squirm in anticipation. Your knees gradually weaken, his hot body pressed into your back, hovering above your smaller form. Yuugiri always knows exactly where to touch and what to say in order to have you a flushed, begging mess within minutes.

Your whines provide him with the answer he needs as he unceremoniously thrusts both his members inside. Suddenly stretched to the brim, you stuff your head further into the pillow, biting the silk and holding back a sloppy moan. His clawed hand grabs a fistful of your hair, however, and he forces your head sideways. You stare.

It's the framed photo of your favorite character, neatly propped up a couple of inches away.

"Look at it," he demands, "wouldn't it be rude to leave them out of it?"

Another unforgiving thrust. Your eyes nearly roll back in bliss.

"My oh my, I haven't even properly started yet. You're going to show them how good I am at taking care of you, won't you?"

His sharp pupils inspect you, clearly awaiting an answer. In your current state, you can only fervently nod, pushing your hips back for more. You can hear him chuckling behind you.

Real or not, he can't have you fawning over anyone else. You have the Yuugiri at your feet, what more could you possibly desire? It's alright, you haven't learned yet. Nothing a little discipline can't fix, and he teaches best when he's buried inside you.