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Yubisaki to Renren: Itsuomi Nagi

request by: @alaskarya

Yubisaki to Renren: Yuki Itose

BEAST!AU

scans by @slugtranslation-bsd

I took 2 days off of studying Japanese and instantly forget half of the vocabulary 😔

𐑺 ˖ ࣪࿐ྂ WHAT LOVE TASTES LIKE, OKKOTSU YŪTA

yūta’s always desperate to find more ways to feel even closer to you, even if that means pushing his own limits.

summary. fem reader. yandere yūta. cum eating. multiple orgasms. fem receiving oral. creampies. multiple rounds. manipulation. possessiveness. overstimulation. he’s finds it a little difficult to get fully hard again but he doesn’t care. wc, 1k.

note. just a little short thirst because i couldnt get the idea of cum eating + yuuta fucking you through overstimulation out of my mind :)

the room feels hot as you lie dazed with your back against the bed, there’s a slight sheen of sweat on your skin and your thighs are trembling from the blissful feeling of the orgasms yuuta has already pulled from your pliant body.

“its so good, baby. i’m sorry— i need to feel you again, just g-give me a minute..” he breathes, trembles as he moves from his place over you. his lips are swollen and parted to match the fucked out expression on his flushed face when he blinks down at you, his hand pushing back his bangs as they frame his lidded gaze.

but you whimper, a dreamy, broken off sound when you feel yuuta finally pull out of your puffy cunt. his thick load follows the blunt head of his cock as it drips down your folds, pooling on the sheets underneath you to soak the space.

your walls flex, suddenly feeling empty after being so full and your mind is still hazy when you feel your boyfriends body shuffle from his place between your thighs. you’re only able to focus when you feel him push himself between your legs, the muscles of his back flex as he knocks your thighs wider with his shoulders, and his haunting eyes lock intensely on your stretch cunt before he whimpers breathlessly at the sight.

“baby, you’re still so wet.. c-can i—“ yuuta babbles and your hips twitch at the sudden jolt of pleasure when he slides his cold fingers between your messy folds. he’s coating the digits with a mixture of your juices and his cum before he groans, deep and languid when he slides them between his lips after, lewdly slurping them clean before pulling away with a pop.

“i wanna taste it,” his words are breathless and needy as he buries himself into you with his next breath and your back arches almost painfully at the sudden pleasure coursing through your veins before it rests back against the damp sheets.

it’s lewd, the way yuuta’s smacking and slurping at the mixture of slick and cum coating your cunt, dipping his tongue past your folds and curling it into your flexing walls as if he’s been starved of you for weeks.

the lower half of his face is already soaked, his fingers flexing almost painfully into the flesh of your thighs as he keeps you spread open for him, lapping at your clit as he groans. each low vibration goes straight to the sensitive bud, not even paying attention the the fact his cock is already throbbing and twitching against the sheets again.

your boyfriend has always been a munch to put it bluntly. he’d bury himself in you completely if you’d let him, eat his way all the way up to your heart before he takes that aswell because he loves you like this — at his mercy, stealing the sweet sounds born from the pleasure only he can give you. you need to know it’s him, all for him— only him.

“p-perfect, you’re perfect. we are, baby.” yuuta feels lightheaded at the arousal pooling in his stomach as he laps at you, alternating between sucking your clit between his lips and pushing his tongue into your stretched hole.

“i-i can’t stop.. i never wanna stop.” he’s so fucked out and drunk on the taste of you both, his movements are almost desperate and you feel pleasure racing through you with each messy movement he makes between suckling and slurping noises.

your hands grab at his mused dark roots, messy from your hands already and your fingers tighten when yuuta groans again, shaking his head messily between your thighs before he flattens his tongue against your clit. he’s grumbling almost inaudibly about how good you both taste together as he pants wildly. “i-it’s because you’re made for me, baby. only for me, all of you.”

it only takes a few more swipes of his tongue before your body slackens, another orgasm shooting aftershocks through your body as your hips jolt up to ride his mouth. you hear your boyfriends lewd slurping grow louder as you cream on his face before he pulls away, albeit only slightly as he begins to kiss his way up your figure again.

“i want you to taste us, baby.” yuuta breathes as he suckles a sharp kiss against your hip, one thatll be sure to leave a mark as you shake beneath him — it’ll match the others he’s left. it’s his proof that you’re his, for other people to see, he hopes you show them off.. it makes the possessive, obsessive parts of his heart bloom at the thought. “i can’t be with anybody else, not now that i’ve had you. i’ll be yours.. f-forever.”

another kiss to your stomach, followed by another mark against your skin and you shudder when you feel his cock leak another round of pre-cum along the mess between your thighs as you gasp. he’s still only half hard, overly sensitive and overstimulated but he doesn’t care when he’s got you beneath him — when he’s letting his cock roll through your slick folds anyway as his body trembles.

“s-sorry, almost there. ‘ts just, ah— it’s so sensitive.” yuuta’s a little embarrassed, flushed to his chest but he’s too driven by lust to care when his lips are finally grazing along your jawline— drooling against your cheeks until you give him a pretty look through your lashes.

but still, you feel the way that his still only half-hard cock presses between your walls— twitching and throbbing as he presses into you, stiffens gradually and you think it’s hot, adorable the way that despite the overstimulation hes still desperate to fuck you. he can’t even wait a few more moments, not when hes tasted the both of you as he finally leans in to let you try it for yourself, pressing his tongue between your lips for you to suck on as he humps his still slowly hardening cock into your messy pussy.

yuuta’s trembling on top of you as he buries himself into you, every clap of his hips with yours making something sharp burst and warm across his spine as his cock burns— throbs still from his orgasm. but he can’t wait, he’s never been patient when it comes to you. it’s like he’s begging, pleading with his poor spent body for another round, one more load— just so he can feel the way you take it… like you were made for it, made for him. only for him.

“im sorry, i don’t want to finish too soon again. not before i’ve had more of you.. your heart, your body— e-everything.”

© gojoath. do not copy, repost, modify or translate my works. please refrain from copying my layouts / themes.

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are you secretly a dinosaur?

who told you?

Gojo + Yuuta + Inumaki

the moon is loved no matter what phase she’s in... just as you are.

writing a letter like writing a kindergarten paper. today i went on a walk. i love flowers. i’ve been feeling bad sometimes. okay i love you forever bye <3

dropping by w some love for my sweetest ink <3 ⟡₊ ⊹ i hope ur week has treated u kindly so far !! mwah mwah !!

my loveeeee ;-; It has and I hope yours too! I'm like blushing rn I just came home and this is what i find ajsjd my energy is back up all over again🥺💕

geto suguru ☆ 夏油傑

happy birthday Elena! @ashiromina

smol yuuta okkotsu 🤍

𐑺 ˖ ࣪࿐ྂ YOUR NEXT STOP, OKKOTSU YŪTA

yūta has gotten used to incorporating you into his daily routine, although sometimes things are left up to fate when you both end up travelling home during rush hour.

summary. fem reader. yandere yūta. chikan [; taking advantage of a crowded situation in order to grope someone] -> noncon. v dubcon for a moment. stalking. exhibitonism. dry humping. yūta cums in his pants. frottage; fingering / no penetration: through your panties. nipple play. aged up characters. yandere themes. reader is returning home from work; wearing office attire + heels. wc, 3.2k.

note. hi guys :) please read the warnings before proceeding with this fic !!! thank you to the anons in my asks who have fed me the chikan thirsts + made me spit this up, enjoy !

yuuta knows you.

well, part of you — he knows your routine really, your face, your favourite colour palette and the time you clock out of work. he’s gotten into a habit of waiting for you, it’s almost like fate that you both happen to get the same train home, at the same time. like it’s a total coincidence that he happens to have wrapped up his mission early enough to be able to go home, drop off his things then meet you at the station after that.

not that you notice him, you don’t know him afterall…. yet.

but yuuta still makes sure to get on the same carriage as you, as a means to protect you maybe, yeah, that must be it. he just wants to make sure you get home safe, he’s drawn to you in a way, like two souls from the same star. he wonders if you’ve caught onto the fact that you both happen to be frequent passengers together— if you do, you have a good poker face. it’s a pretty one too.

he wonders if you’ve noticed him staring, admiring you.

you are pretty though, really pretty. you dress nice for work, cute button ups and tight pencil skirts. he wonders if you have a boyfriend, are you sleeping with a colleague? maybe that’s why you choose to dress up so nicely but he doesn’t like that. the idea of sharing you— he'll have to cut that off before you get together, before he makes you his.

or is it because you know you’ll bump into yuuta on the train home?

he’d waited a little longer for you at the station today, you’re running late, making him fidget where he stands — missing the first train and he almost goes looking for you despite his better judgement, incase you need him. but he assumes you must’ve been working overtime, caught up with something at your job because you stumble into the station a few moments later, just before he can move. you’re in your pretty heels, a little dishevelled and panting like you’ve just ran from your workplace to where you are now instead of taking the usual slow walk you normally would.

yuuta knows where you work ofcourse, it would be weird if he didn’t.. he knew mostly everything else. he’d rather find out the rest from you, he wants to hear you answer his questions in that sweet little voice — he’s not heard it much except from short phone calls that you normally finish before the train pulls in.. you were polite, perfect.

he almost wants to ask what kept you so long, to start up a kind-hearted, familiar conversation with a pretty stranger at the station — he’d wear his most polite smile and maybe you’d fall for him. the idea makes his heart race.

yuuta doesn’t carry his katana around when he’s going to meet you, not that he’s even allowed to in a place so public and he doesn’t want to scare you, to draw more attention to himself than he’d prefer. but he still finds himself reaching to fidget with where it would normally hug across his chest as a means to quell his own nerves.

it doesn’t take long though before the next train arrives and because of your timekeeping today, it’s a little busier than what you’re both used to, but he doesn’t mind. he’s still able to follow you into your desired carriage as you bring your handbag to rest infront of you, creating more space while pushing yourself into a corner amongst the crowds.

yuuta’s never thought he’d be thankful that it’s rush hour, a crowded space like this was usually his ideal image of hell but today— but he’s able to stand a little closer to you than he normally would, so close that he can smell the sweet scent of your perfume as he feels his body almost tug him closer.

he keeps himself steady as his hand squeezes the pole to your left and the doors close, he almost wants to reach out to pull you into him, to make sure you don’t get caught in them with the busy crowd and the tight squeeze of the bodies around you both. but you seem to pick up on it yourself as you take a small step back, a tiny step closer.

yuuta’s lidded gaze takes you in hungrily, he wonders if you can feel the way his eyes haunt you — like a curse over your shoulder, something that’s tied it’s soul to yours for eternity. but he’s never been able to see you so clearly, so close. from here, he can take in the way your cleavage just peeks out from underneath your shirt as he finds himself leaning forward subtly — burning hot as his cock twitches in his slacks and he feels himself flush despite the public setting.

he finds himself looking over his shoulder to make sure nobody is watching him, he’d be branded a creep — a pervert. but he goes unseen, having little presence when it comes to non-sorcerers is more of a blessing than a curse in these moments. his next sleepy, dark blink brings his eyes back to the press of your chest in your shirt as his exhale trembles.

the train begins to move and you’re not paying enough attention as you stumble back slightly, knocking into yuuta’s chest accidentally, although you didn’t realise he was standing so close to begin with. but you still rush to turn and offer him a quiet apology before you’re pushing yourself further into the corner in response.

the air inside the carriage is stuffy, but he feels even warmer now that you’ve spoken to him, touched him, you’ve met his gaze albeit only for a few moments but he feels his cock twitch as he sways. he’s let’s gravity pull him almost naturally towards you with every curve and bend the route takes the train around.

by the next stop, yuuta takes another step closer with the next surge of passengers that board on the opposite side — its like they’re deliberately pushing him closer until he can almost feel the heat of your body near his. if he were to look between you both, to take in the press of your figure in your tiny skirt — he’d surely see the bulge in his own pants that’s almost reaching out for you too.

the doors close and at that moment, someone seems to brush past yuuta just as the train jolts with its take off, urging him to accidentally close the distance as he rocks towards you. you tense at the sudden press of him against your back, gasping quietly as you try to cower into the corner even more. it’s like you’re trying to get away from him, but in turn, he only seems to crowd you into it even further.

the press of you against him is addictive albeit not enough. he wonders if you can feel the press of his hard cock against your ass — he half expects to scream, pervert! chikan! but you don’t.. so you must want it, right?

“s-sorry, it’s really cramped.” yuuta breathes and you don’t reply, you try to shrug him off to press yourself against the wall in the corner, but the movement only seems to brush you against the press of his cock and he’s over you like a shadow. both of you hidden behind the crowded bodies as he inhales more of your perfume with his next breath.

“i’m sorry.” he speaks again because he shouldn’t, but he can’t help it — not when you’re so close and it’s almost obscene the way the next bend the train takes rocks him into you, hips twitching into yours as it follows the throb in his cock. “you feel warm.”

yuuta tries to meet your gaze over your shoulder as he subtly humps himself into you, he doesn’t mean too — he can’t help it, it’s not his fault the train is so crowded this wouldn’t have happened if you weren’t late today afterall. you refuse to look at him, but youre not pulling away either as he curls over you, maybe it’s because there’s no space to, but he’s caging you into the corner as he takes another look at your pretty tits over your shoulder anyway.

“do you.. recognise me?” his voice is quiet as he breathes his words against the crook of your neck, making you shudder as his hand crawls up the curve of your waist. every movement he makes is subtle, subtly pressing his clothed cock into your ass, subtly raising his arm to feel you beneath his touch.

as a means not to draw attention to you both, as a means to make sure he doesn’t have to stop.. because you want it, right?

your head shakes at yuuta’s question and you flinch slightly when you feel his hands press beneath the push of your breasts — like you’re trying to run from his touch. but he’s surrounding you completely, you can’t go anywhere unless you want to draw the whole train to your situation. do you really want to cause a scene?

your answers stings him slightly still, he would’ve hoped you’d recognise him considering how often you frequented the same place. he walked you home almost every week, albeit from the rooftops or maybe a few steps behind you— you should really be more aware of your surroundings, but he guesses it’s not necessary now that you have him to protect you.

you’re trembling when yuuta’s palm finally rises to your chest, taking a slow handful of your breast before he’s swiping his thumb across the shape of your nipple through your shirt, and he seems to grow hungrier when it pulls a sweet sound from you. he wishes he could lean forward and kiss you but your hands are quick to clamp over your mouth, it’s not fair.

he wants to hear you, the sounds he’s pulling from you but.. maybe another time would be more fitting.. when you’re alone.

“i’m so happy.. i get to finally meet you.” yuuta knows what he’s doing isn’t right, he knows it’s perverted — wrong, but you’re still not pushing him away as he squeezes and palms at your breasts in his palms, tracing his fingers between the buttons before he’s popping one more. it makes you jolt slightly, shuddering when his cold fingers trace beneath your shirt. “you feel so soft, i… i knew you would.

you try to shy away from him, to cower away again but your skin feels like silk beneath his hands, pressing between the new, wider opening of your shirt to take in the first real feel and look of your chest. he feels like he’s in heaven as he places an almost sweet kiss against the dip of your shoulder, chilled fingertips pressing beneath the fabric of your bra to pinch and roll your nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

“i.. i think about you a lot. hah, do you think that’s weird?” you don’t answer him, not that he expects you to as he palms at your body — but he atleast hoped you’d acknowledge him when your nipples are hardening beneath his fingertips. you like this, don’t you? he feels you jolt, sensitively with every swipe of his palm but his hips are there to meet you when you do — still grinding softly into the swell of your ass from behind.

a whimper almost goes lost between the press of your fingertips as your eyes squeeze closed, “shh, baby. people will hear you, i dont w-want them to see you like this.”

you’re made aware of yuuta’s other hand when he lets it fall to squeeze at your hips, exploring the topography of your body while the other busies itself with your tits. “i want you all to myself.. all of you,”

he feels you try to move when his hand trails down to the hem of your skirt, it’s a little shorter than he’d prefer it to be but he doesn’t mind when it’s for him — especially when it’s easing his access as his lips trail hungrily down your neck. “because i’ve been waiting so.. s-so long.. i don’t want to have to stop.”

yuuta notices you look over your shoulder — like you’re trying to draw attention to yourself, to catch someone’s gaze but nobody looks at you — nobody in the entire crowded train cart as you feel his fingertips press beneath the front of your skirt.

“what’s wrong? doesn’t it feel good?” you try to shake your head but the train stills again at its next stop and his movements halt momentarily as he hugs you deeper into the corner. hes shielding you away from prying eyes, like you’re just a couple flaunting pda so innocently and he’s thankful that the station is on the other platform so he doesn’t have to pull away from you just yet.

another take off and yuuta’s hips are back to grinding against you as he feels lust burn in his chest, he hadn’t expected this ride to go like this. he’s so hard he wishes he could sink into you now, but even just humping his clothed cock against you has him like putty, drooling along your shoulder and dampening your shirt before his hand returns to its previous mission.

it doesn’t take him long to be able to feel the sweet press of your pussy through the little panties you’ve opted to wear, he can almost imagine how they look — what colour they might be. he wonders how the fabric would feel against his mouth, his tongue tracing through your clothed folds before he’s pulling them apart with his teeth. the idea makes his next thrust tremble as his eyes squeeze closed and you shake against him.

“i-i’m sorry, i’m sorry.” he really is, yuuta didn’t mean for it to end up like this. he would’ve loved to have done this the right way, to take you out on a date before he’s taking you back to his apartment to make love to you, but it wasn’t his fault afterall. he rolls the sensitive skin on your throat between his teeth before he reaches down to rub your clothed clit with two fingers. the muffled sound it pulls from you is so sweet as you try to close your thighs, to knock him off and deny yourself of the saccharine pleasure he’s giving you.

he wishes he could give you more, but he doesn’t want to draw the attention of other passengers so he’ll keep his movements gentle and light despite the way he can feel you growing warmer, stickier under the press of his hands even through your panties. his voice is pressing into your skin and your thighs twitch with every flick of his wrist, you’re almost arching into his movements, pressing your hips back into his own as he toys with your tits and pussy while he humps you — your body is winning over your mind right now.

yuuta’s dreamed of how soft you’d feel, but he could never have imagined you’d feel like this, like heaven beneath his fingertips and he can’t help but want to claim you even more now. hes so close and you’re so warm, hes panting against your neck and pushing you both tighter into the corner.

his breath ignites the spit soaked nerves along your skin as he suckles another mark into your neck, another pinch of his fingers against your nipple while the other presses harder on your clit and your legs buckle slightly. your hand is pressing so hard against your mouth he can see the marks your fingertips are making on your cheeks.

“open a l-little wider, baby. i’m so close. please—“ it doesn’t take long before yuuta’s leaking against his slacks, not when hes surrounded by your perfume and the press of your skin between his fingertips. his cock strains as his hips stutter into yours, grinding at the swell of your ass and he swears you’re pushing back to meet him, like you’re asking for it as his hand continues to rub sticky circles into your clit through your panties.

“can you.. can you look at me?” he knows it’s a long shot, his voice is tight albeit still whispered as the busy train continues to sway and he feels trapped in a loop, still a little shocked that he’s being so bold as he toys with you like this. his fingers keep you in place and he feels sticky beneath his clothes where his chest is pressing into your back, his hand knocking your thighs wider as he almost struggles to hide his next whine in your throat. he waits for you to answer as he tries to meet your gaze over your shoulder but you remain still, stubborn as you deliberately look away from him and he feels himself burn a little awkwardly “hah— it’s okay.. maybe next time. s-sorry.”

another twitch of yuuta’s hips and he’s smiling against your skin with the next palmful of your breast he squeezes, “it’s okkotsu, um.. o-okkotsu yuuta, that’s my name.. i mean.” you shudder into him and he’s sure he sees your eyes widen over your shoulder despite the way your lashes seem wetter now, he pets through your folds as he feels his own orgasm inch closer along with your incoming stop at your usual station.

“i already know yours. it’s p-pretty.” it’s filthy, the break in his voice as he circles your clit — the way the back and forth stutter of his hips grows faster despite the way he’s barely moving, his movements remain discreet. he feels so warm under his clothes, he’s sweating hard but it only makes him press down on your sensitive bud harder as he rubs at you with two fingers.

“i’m so sorry, but i cant stop.” yuuta’s fingers squeeze around your nipple again and it must’ve been almost impossible for you to hide the sweet moan your hands try to muffle but he hears it. that’s what gets him, the sound that has him sinking his teeth into your neck so hard he almost draws blood as he cums. he’s twitching, spilling hot into his slacks as he humps you into the train carriage corner and he hadn’t noticed you were so close until he feels you arch and shake against his chest.

had you just cum beneath his touch? your pussy feels hot and sticky beneath his fingers now, and it seems the tears you were trying so hard to keep at bay have finally trailed down your cheeks as he prolongs your orgasms. he’s still grinding into your trembling figure as you nudge at him once more. a little stronger now.

yuuta’s too lost in his own post-orgasm haze to realise it’s your stop until you manage to stumble out of the platform doors as they finally open at your side, peeling yourself away from him as your legs almost buckle beneath you. you shoot him a wet, terrified look from over your shoulder as you fix your clothes and he follows you out, trying to ignore the stickiness in his slacks as his haunting gaze scans the platform for you as you run up the stairs.

“w-wait, please.” he calls for you, but you’re already out of earshot as your pretty heels carry you faster than he’s ever seen you walk before.

you probably think you’ve made it away from him, you were probably embarrassed incase anyone seen you both. but he’s made a name for himself tracking curses, so a pretty thing like you won’t be too hard for a special grade sorcerer. anyway, he knows it’s polite to walk a girl home after a date, just so he can make sure you’re safe — you don’t have to worry about getting a head start though,

he already knows the way back to your apartment afterall.

© gojoath. do not copy, repost, modify or translate my works. please refrain from copying my layouts ﾉ themes.

Are you Italian?

No😭haha

Do u have ig?

yes yes I do anon! I'm not very active there though :<

mwah mwah mwah !!!! some smooches this monday for you beloved ink — have a great week hehe (running in here to gaze at your yūta art again) ❤️‍🔥

AKSJDDJ cella love🫶🏻smooches landed and HAPPILY received! 💕 (everytime you send something I started purring thank you🥹

have a great week too cella I'm sending my best energy your way🤍

smol yuuta okkotsu 🤍

How do u think i can move on from my insecurity stage and start to be confident? I keep deleting my art post😔

ajsjdjfjf wrong people to ask butttt yes I think you can but it takes a lot to over come, I struggle with that as well and advice I can give is NOT base your confidence on the amount of likes you get on a page!

do you take art commissions?

hello love 💕 I’m not feeling confident opening commission atm because I’m at the state where I want to improve more and change the things I’m unsatisfied with, aaand I don’t want to use these time to work on a commission because I’m afraid that the illustration made will have inconsistency,,,plus might take longer to finish!

𐑺 ˖ ࣪࿐ྂ LEARN TO PLAY NICE OKKOTSU YŪTA

you know that your boyfriend yūta could be a little bit… difficult, but as much as you love him, you can’t let him get away with it all the time.

summary. fem reader. yandere yūta. pervert yūta. obsession. manipulation. reader is a little mean but she has every right to be. jealousy. part one and the catalyst to the breakup. you try to bring up his behaviours. vouyerism. yūta creams his pants. teasing (from reader). masturbation. fingering. arguments. you make yūta watch. inspired by this anon. period mention. aged up characters. this happens the week after the noritoshi party incident in never have i ever. wc, 5.2k.

note. releasing this then part two later this week then the timeline will be all complete :) thank you guys for indulging in this series for me, i love you all so much ᰔ

it’s badly timed, the way yuuta’s been called away for a mission tomorrow, just days after your last party together— since the incident during the game. he knows you’re being different, you’re being distant and he doesn’t want to leave you — but can he trust you? he doesn’t know what’s changed but something has.

when you got home that night you could barely look at him. it was like you were accusing him of something — like he’d done something wrong but he’s not done anything, it was noritoshi who was teasing him with your history, who was trying to rile him up — like he was trying to take you, take what’s his, you’re his girlfriend. nobody will ever come between you, is it so bad for him to make sure everyone knows that?

but now yuuta leaves tomorrow — albeit it’s only for a few days until his mission is over and he’ll make sure it ends quickly. he’ll work hard if it means he’ll get back to you sooner rather than later. he’d do anything if it meant it got him back by your side. you know that, don’t you?

your apartment is quiet as your boyfriend opens the door, sliding off his shoes and pulling his katana from across his chest to rest it in the hallway. the space is mostly only illuminated by the natural light outside — it’s still only around 4pm but he still notices the dull lamp light that’s coming from the living room as he follows the inviting glow. he knows that’s where he’ll find you — he knows you best afterall. your routine, your preferences, your everything.

and he does, yuuta smiles as he pushes past the door in the living room to see you sitting on the couch. you look like you’ve been out already, you’re dressed in a shirt and a mini little skirt as you scroll through your phone. the image of you sitting there makes his cock twitch, like it’s pulling him towards you as his eyes flick across your figure, lingering slightly on the way the fabric of your clothes expose the plush of your thighs.

it does make something ache in him slightly — you never mentioned you were going out today, especially not with him. did you go out because you knew he’d be at work? because you’re trying to avoid him? you know he never liked you wearing clothes like that when he wasn’t there to protect you, to steer away any prying eyes that might think you’re ripe for the picking. not when you’re yuuta’s.

but he swallows it down as he approaches you, replacing the burn in his throat with that same kind-hearted smile he always wears.

“are you doing something today? i thought we could spend it together.” his voice is gentle when he speaks and his steps are careful, expecting you to move your feet from where they rest on the space in the sofa next to you so he can sit. but you don’t, you don’t even look at him as he stands there— a little awkwardly as his question rests in the air, shuffling from foot to foot before he’s biting on the inside of his cheek and choosing to rest in the seat opposite you, on the other side of the room instead.

yuuta doesn’t like how far away you feel right. in more ways than one. this isn’t you.

“no, i don’t have plans.” your answer makes your boyfriend fidget slightly, turning the promise ring in nervous circles on his finger as his haunting gaze cuts into you. but he still tries because maybe you don’t realise the way you’re making him feel, maybe you’re just a little emotional, are you on your period? he’s sure his tracker on his phone said you weren’t due for another week or so… did it come early?

“o-okay, um.. do you want to spend the day with me?” he swallows loudly as he asks and he’s not sure if he’s imagining it, if his disarrayed state of mind is just pretending he heard you sigh at the question but you answer anyway.

“well you’re here now.” cold, your answer is cold. it’s missing the usual warmth, the usual love that laces your words. you must be mad at him? is someone trying to steer you away from him?

“hah… right.” yuuta doesn’t realise he’s trembling until his hand raises to push his hair back, to grip at the roots and pull because this must just be a nightmare…. he hates this. why does it hurt so much, why does he feel like he’s losing you? he’ll just have to bring you back to him that’s it, to find out who it is who’s trying to take you away from him so he can kill them. yeah, that’s what he’ll do. it’ll be easy.. and then you’ll love him again, right?

the silence between you both settles heavily although you don’t look uncomfortable at all — you look like you don’t even care that he’s there, your boyfriend, your love. the space between you both in the middle of the room feels miles long despite the way he could cover it in only a few steps.

“i’ll miss you when i’m gone…” his voice scratches in his throat,

“it’s only for a few days, yuuta.” why are you saying it like that? anytime away from you is hell. you’re too pre-occupied with scrolling through your phone to even look at him, are you talking to someone else? is that who it is that’s coming between you both? who is it that has your attention if not him?

“i know but i always miss you when you’re not there.” yuuta’s stare is sharp as he holds you, haunting, chilling— he feels cold while he waits for your gaze to lift to touch his. why won’t you look at him? please look at him.

but again, you ignore him — you don’t say anything and he can feel the way it makes something tremble in his ribs, in his bones. he feels like his body is tearing away at the seams because you’re supposed to be in love — you said you’d marry him, that you’d be together forever.. has a curse gotten to you? should he have refused to leave you alone these past few days… maybe if he never left you alone again, you’d love him like you used to…

“it’s because i love you. aren’t you going to miss me?” yuuta’s voice is lower when he asks, he fidgets on his seat before he chooses to push himself to stand. he needs to be closer to you, he needs to feel the warmth of you beneath him, he can’t leave you like this. he needs you to remind him that you still love him. you can do that with your body, like all those times before — all the reassurance and confessions of pure love, where are they now?

your eyes finally rise from your phone with his movement but he’s not met with the usual warm, loving gaze you normally wear. it’s emptier now, it almost makes him flinch.

“yuuta. we need to talk.” yuuta knew this was coming, who have you been talking to about him because this isn’t of your own will, he knows it’s not. someone must be manipulating you, was it someone from the party? had noritoshi reached out to you after you left to try and rekindle old flames? but you’d never do that to yuuta, right? he hates fighting with you. he knows you can be emotional but you’re never like this. he misses you. the real you.

“o-okay.” your words urge your boyfriend to take his seat back at the opposite side of the room — as much as it pains him to feel so far still. he needs you in his arms before you speak to him, so he knows you’re not actually as far away as you feel right now.

but you put your phone aside as he watches you— as he waits, inspects the way you push yourself to sit straighter, like you’re at an interview or some important meeting. he doesn’t think you notice the way your skirt seems to bunch up even shorter, hugging around your hips — it’s hard for yuuta to focus on anything else when he can almost see the peek of your panties beneath the short fabric. he swallows, trying to quell the sudden burn of arousal in his lower abdomen… and the one between his thighs.

it feels like it’s been so long since you’ve let him have you. you must be teasing him.

“yuuta, it’s about the party…. and a bunch of other things i guess.” you squeeze at the space between your brows like you’ve got a headache.

“o-okay, what about it? is everything okay?” yuuta’s voice sounds quiet, like he’s about to be scolded — deliberately soft, like it’ll lessen his punishment. like it’ll manipulate you in his favour, to forget about this and go back to loving him like you’re supposed to.

“no, everything’s not okay.” you sigh and he fidgets on his seat slightly — you’re not looking at him again, but he steals another look at the place between your legs. he can still remember how soft you feel, how wet you can get beneath his touch. he shouldn’t be thinking about that right now but is he supposed to resist what’s his? especially when you’ve been holding out on him.

“it’s about everything that happened with noritoshi, we need to talk about it.”

“i don’t want to talk about him.” the low tone of yuuta’s voice catches you off guard — he picks up on the way your eyes jump to him quickly, widening at the way he’s staring at you. holding you there. like you’re a bunny wondering when the wolf is going to hunt, when it’s going to claim it’s prey. not yet…. but soon.

“but, yuuta— we have to talk about it, this is what i mean.” you lean forward but your thighs open slightly and your boyfriend feels a soft ringing in his ears that accompanies the throb in his cock with the new angle. it’s like you’re deliberately showing even more of your plush skin to him, your soft panties, he wonders if you’re already wet beneath the fabric. the image almost makes him whimper beneath his breath before you cut him off again.

“seriously, what is wrong with you?” your eyes narrow and yuuta’s barely looking at you now — he’s distracted, but that seems to only make you even more frustrated. “do you not think that there is anything wrong with how you handled it?”

“no, he was trying to take you from me. i did..” he swallows, his throat feels dry with want. he knows exactly the thing that would quench his thirst. “.. i did what i had to do.. to keep you.” he still answers your question despite the way his gaze is faltering, transfixed on the space between your thighs and his fingers twitch to squeeze into his own. it’s like it pains him to hold back, to not reach for you, to not have his hands palming at your figure.

“yuuta.” the first call of yuuta’s name is an exasperated sound, more of a sigh as you run your hands along your face. but then you notice… follow his line of sight until you realise what it is that’s holding his attention and you scoff.

“yuuta?” you’re louder now, almost snapping at his figure across the room, “are you fucking kidding me, right now?” that catches his attention — makes your boyfriend lidded, sleepy gaze snap back up to you before he’s flushing deep at the realisation that he’s been staring. the silence settles as you stare at him, noticing the almost pathetic bulge in his pants from a peek at your panties and you almost laugh, you’re too frustrated for it to hold any humour.

“fine. is this what you want?” your words cut through the silence in the room quickly and yuuta is hanging on your every word when it’s accompanied by the way you lean back to sink into the cushions behind you. your drool-worthy thighs spread with the movement, revealing the way the pretty fabric is hugging your folds tightly. there’s a damp spot in the light colour and it makes your boyfriends breathing catch because as annoyed as you are, you can’t deny the way having his attention still affects you.

“you’re such a fucking perv, yuu—“ your words are meant to sting as you pull back your feet to press them onto the edge of the couch, leaving yourself spread open for the dark-haired sorcerer at the other side of the room as he gives you a slow blink.

“h-hey. don’t say that, it’s not weird when it’s mine. you’re mine.” but the sight of you— like this, spread open so invitingly— it’s like you’re urging yuuta to come forward, to take what’s his. it’s like a parting gift before his mission and he almost does as he pushes himself onto his knees. he’s ready to crawl, drag his body to you.

“i don’t want to fight anymore, i don’t want to leave you. so can i—“ his tone is wavering, trembling beneath the weight of his arousal and even the slight friction of his slacks along his hard cock makes his hips twitch.

but your answer makes him freeze before he can close the distance, your words feel like they cut him. it’s like they carve his heart out of his chest and you leave him there to bleed. “no. you can stay there and you can watch, until i say everything i have to say.”

yuuta’s staring at you, watching the way your hand suddenly appears to press down between your thighs— teasing along the clothed folds of your pussy as he rests on his knees across from you. “if this is what it’ll take to get through to you then i’ll do it.” you bite on your lower lip with the first swipe of your fingers between the petals of your cunt. he bets you feel warm.. wet, this isn’t fair. this is cruel.

“baby, please— don’t, let me..” the tone his voice takes next is deliberately defeated, like he’s just received bad news — like he’s grieving and it feels like he is as his cold gaze watches the movement of your fingers. “i need to touch you before i go.” your fingers pet languidly along the fabric of your panties — dancing along the quickly dampening fabric before they’re pressing down on your puffy clit through the thin layer and yuuta feels something ache in his chest at the sweet sound it pulls from you.

“t-then you’ll watch… and you’ll listen.” the way you play with yourself is hypnotising and he studies every movement you make, every sound you pull from yourself as you bear down eagerly on the sensitive parts of your cunt.

it’s like yuuta knows what you’re going to do next, where you’re going to touch, he’s memorised these spots afterall— he knows them best. he’s panting like a dog from where he’s resting on his knees, pressing his palm into the leaking bulge in his pants, trying to quell the throb— the ache, as his whole body quakes and he’s moments away from begging until you begin to speak again.

“do i have your attention now, yuu?” you ask and yuuta’s nodding before you can even finish the sentence, his eyes are almost wet — it’s like he’s refusing to blink, refusing to miss even a second of you pressing your fingers between your folds. it’s like his own private show and it’s all for him, he wishes he could reach out to touch you, to feel you, but is this really a punishment when you look so pretty? when you’re playing with yourself while looking at him. it’s still all for him.

“baby,” he starts again, words whispery and choked off when his palm squeezes even harder against his clothed cock but you ignore him.

the pretty fabric of your panties have taken a darker colour beneath your movements now — you’re even wetter, needier. yuuta’s flushed down to his chest the moment you hook your fingers beneath the cotton to pull it to the side — to reveal the messy, glistening image of your puffy folds for your boyfriend like you’re serving a starving man a meal and telling him not to eat. “the party, yuuta. why did you storm out?”

your fingers return to your pussy quickly but your question hangs in the air. your boyfriends jaw is slack as he watches you — his eyes dark and lidded. he can barely breathe nevermind speak as the first swipe of your digits along your slick pussy catches on your skin to glisten. “you c-couldve spoken to me. i’d have told you, i haven’t spoken to noritoshi in years.. you didn’t even ask me. how are we supposed to fix things if you won’t talk to me?”

yuuta hates the way you say his name. why are you even thinking about him when your fingers are between your thighs? he hates the way you speak of him in that dreamy, whispery tone — he doesn’t want you to say it at all and it makes him hiss through his teeth with the next hard press of his palm against his twitching cock. he can barely hear you with the way the blood echoes in his ears. he feels lightheaded, like he might pass out.

“don’t you trust me?” your question jolts him slightly and despite his half-hormone drunken state he answers quickly, just as you sink one of your fingers into your twitching hole. the wet, tacky sound that sounds from your pussy makes yuuta’s whole body shake.

“y-yes. with all of me, baby. but.. it’s him, i was scared he was trying to take you away from me.” you don’t notice it, you’re too lost in bliss when you add another finger to see the way yuuta inches himself closer. he’s just trying to get a closer look, trying to see more of you. he wants to see the way every twist of your wrist sinks your fingers even deeper into your cunt — the way they glisten everytime they pull back and he moans. “you didn’t see.. how he was looking at you.”

his lips part with his next exhale and his cock feels uncomfortably hard in his slacks. you’re torturing him, he already feels so ridiculously close and you haven’t touched him at all — but you look so pretty like this. the way your chest is rising and falling, the thin sheen of sweat on your skin, the saccharine sight of your cunt. he’s close enough now for his hands to rest on either side of the couch at your sides as he breathes deep. “please, baby— let me..”

“but i don’t want him, yuuta.” your words cut off his attempt, his plea and the next look yuuta gives you is almost chilling. you can’t deny the way it makes your walls squeeze tight around your fingers, the way it makes your body yearn for him. he’d broken you that way and you’re hyperaware of the way your own fingers are no match for his, you can barely reach the spots your boyfriend taught you of in the first place.

“then who.. who do you want? tell me, baby. i need to hear you say it. it hurts.” his words almost growl as they’re spoken, he’s almost curling over you completely but he plays it safe — letting his hand rest softly on the inside of your thigh as he pushes you to spread wider.

“i want you, yuuta.“ you blame the pleasure for making you go a little easier on yuuta than you’d originally planned to. you’d planned to not let him touch you at all, but he’s looking at you like he’s starving— you’re almost scared to move incase he sinks his teeth into you instead.

“i listened, please.. please, l-let me touch you i— i need to touch you,” he’s pressing his hips into the edge of the couch but his knees still rest on the ground as he leans over you. he’s forcing you to meet his gaze, so intense you can’t look away — you need to listen to him, how are you supposed to say no when the dark blue in his eyes are almost telling you that’s not an option.

“yuuta,” you sink your fingers into your pussy again and the sweet little drawl your voice takes as it cracks is answer enough when yuuta leans even closer to you. his hands are cold when they pull back yours, making you whine with the loss of friction before you shudder at the sudden press of his fingers stretching against your walls.

you try to close your thighs around his wrist, even just as a way to try and keep your composure, but his free hand presses down on you to keep you spread. he moves you so easily, with such confidence, it makes you feel even hotter.

your lips part to cry at the way yuuta pushes into you, the weight of his body knocking your thighs to spread even wider as he leans up to press sweet kisses against your cheeks. they’re used as a means to soothe you as he scissors his fingers inside of your plush walls. he’s not even ashamed by the way his hips instinctively hump into the side of the sofa now that he’s finally got his hands on you again. now that you’ve given him exactly what he wants, like you always do.

your legs kick out, shake at the way his fingers work you so quickly — brushing against the spongy spots inside of you that you can’t reach, the ones that make your back arch into him as he feeds you another finger. you take it so greedily with how wet you are, walls stretching around the give of his hands and your boyfriend groans with the next thrust of his clothed cock against the plush fabric beneath you, lost in how needy your pussy is for him. he knew you were just feeling emotional, he hadn’t actually done anything wrong for you to be mad at him afterall.

your hips shake and your lips part to cry out yuuta’s name as you grab at the expanse of his broad shoulders — humping into his hand as he pushes his fingers in and out of you.

“shhhh, i know. i’ll help you, okay? i’ll take care of you because i know you need me, you know how good i can make you feel.” yuuta’s words are breathed against your cheek and he begins to swirl gentle circles into your clit with his thumb while his fingers drag more of your slick out. he’s making a sloppy mess between your thighs and he can’t help but feel a little smug about it. about how quickly your walls seem to crumble for him, your love for him is so obvious in your need.

“see, baby. how good it feels?” he works your body with practiced precision, watching your hips twist under his touch when he pushes his fingers deeper, feeling your walls tighten around the digits as he speeds up his ministrations, pulling a surprised whine from your lips.

the reaction yuuta’s able to illicit from you so easily is nothing to do with how he’s studied you for the last few months — watched you play with your pussy so many times he can barely count. he’s even watched back the pretty videos he’s taken on his phone, maybe he’ll tell you about the next ones he takes so you can look at him as he does — make that pretty face for the camera.. quite like the expression you’re wearing for him now.

“mhm,” you moan, albeit a short reply to your boyfriends needy babbles but he barely hears you. he’s began his own pace now, humping his hips mindlessly into the side of the couch beneath you like he’s an untrained pet. but he doesn’t care enough to be embarrassed about it, not when you’re pulling him closer — walls squeezing around him so tight it makes his cock throb against the tight fabric of his slacks.

“it’s because it’s me… it’s because it’s love. pure, mutual love.” yuuta’s hips tremble and the couch knocks loudly against the wall behind you with his next thrust, gritting his teeth and you whimper, already feeling yourself edging towards your release.

“yuu— i’m so close.” your hips grinding eagerly into his touch, brushing your clit harder against his thumb as your warm cunt pulses around his digits, sucking him back in everytime he drags them out. you blink up at him, starry-eyed and already fucked out as your fingers tighten around the fabric stretched over his chest, pulling him closer as your chest heaves.

“i wish you c-could see how pretty you look, just for me. all m-mine. this is why i cant let anyone else have you… it’s not my fault.” yuuta groans and his dark blue gaze is blown and narrowed, heavy when he leans over you to kiss up the column of your neck in the way that has your thighs spreading wider.

the way you’re trembling only spurs him on, scissoring his fingers inside you and hammering them against the sweet spot that has your thighs twitching before he smashes his mouth against yours. he’s being greedy, it’s like he’s proving a point — drinking up your moans like he’s reminding you he’s the only one that’ll ever hear them —pushing his own name between your lips as his hips jolt and grind against the side of the sofa as he chases his own pathetic pleasure. he’s too focused on your own to even care.

“i don’t like when you’re mad at me. i was j-just protecting you.. he was going to take you from me. do you forgive me? d-do you still love me? i need to hear you say it.. please.” yuuta’s voice is desperate as he works you, but he knows you’ll give into him when you’re so close to release. that’s why he’s waited until he has you here, until you’re clawing and panting for him— walls squeezing so tight around his fingers he can barely move. until your mind is so thick with soft pleasure that you’d do anything he’d ask you for your release.. that’s how well he knows you. how well he’s trained you.

“y-yes, yuuta.. just don’t stop— ah!” its sudden, the way you feel your thighs shake and the blissful feeling of your orgasm rushes through your veins. your walls flex and pulse around his thick digits as he continues to sink them into you, drawing gentle circles into your clit to prolong your pleasure, while he swallows your needy moans and babbles of his name with his own. it’s your orgasm that sets him off, that has him curling over you — hips stuttering into the side of the couch as he creams and soaks the fabric of his slacks, and he’d be embarrassed if you weren’t still wrapped around him.

you’re still grabbing at yuuta’s shoulders, keeping him close — you must be scared he’s going to leave you, you must not want him to leave for that mission… was this all an act so that you could have him like this? that must be it. you were just pretending.. he should’ve never questioned your love for him. he’s done everything right afterall.

his fingers are slick as he pulls them back from you— he’s fucked out and flushed and despite the uncomfortable dampness in his pants, he stays in his place over you as he hugs you closer. “can we not fight anymore?” his voice has returned to his usual gentle tone, it’s like that twisted little switch in his head has flicked and he’s your sweet, kind boyfriend again— gazing up at you, massaging and drawing hearts into your skin.

you let your lidded gaze linger on yuuta’s momentarily before you look away again, something buzzes uncomfortably beneath your skin where he touches you.

“we can go again, i-is that okay? i haven’t had enough yet, baby. i need more.” you didn’t think it was possible but yuuta pulls you even closer— until youre flush against him, sweating hard beneath your clothes but you’re suddenly aware of how cold his hands still feel against you. why has it taken you so long to realise? have you always felt this way? you almost feel guilty for feeling like this when you’re supposed to…. when you do love him.

but there’s still so much left to say— you’re not sure you’re as satisfied with yuuta’s answer as your body feels. the conversation as a whole didnt go as planned at all, why is why you find something in your bones screaming at you to pull away. no, it’s not enough, it’s not what you wanted. but do you really think trying to talk to him again will bring you a better outcome? how many times have you tried already? is there really no getting through to him?

“i’ll miss you. will you miss me?” he asks but he thinks he already knows the answer as he leans in closer to smear his lips along your cheek— he can tell you’re deep in thought and he wonders if you’re thinking about him. he’s sure you’ll be sad to see him go for his mission but he thinks you’re cute when you’re upset about it. he’ll make sure you know he’s always thinking about you, he’ll call you morning and night — you’ll have your location on for him afterall… so will he really be as apart from you as you think?

“yes, yuuta.” your words don’t carry much emotion but yuuta’s sure it’s only because you don’t want to get upset. you’re trying to be strong for him because you know it’ll make leaving you harder if you weren’t. not that leaving you was ever easy, maybe he’ll have to take you with him on the next one.

his arms circle around your waist to squeeze as he nuzzles himself into you — basking in your warmth as he coats you in some more wet kisses, tracing them along your skin until you’re shuddering beneath him. “i’ll text you everyday. so you remember i’m always with you, forever.” another kiss and you’re still beneath him so he continues, maybe his words will soothe you.. make you a little happier. “but i’ll come back to you, i promise.. because i love you, okay?”

you don’t offer him much, only a sigh… but yuuta knows you’ll be waiting for him…. you love him, thats what you said afterall.

“yeah…. i’m sure that’s what it is, yuuta.”

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