I Miss My Silly Lil Gojo :(

I miss my silly lil Gojo :(

Homewrecker

>Yan! Chrollo x Fem! Reader

>Word count: 4.6k

Warnings: drugging, accusation of cheating

A perfect relationship, a perfect home. A life built on lies can never be permanent, can it?

Thoughts

Chrollo doesn’t know why you’ve been acting this way. He had been away for two weeks - okay almost three weeks - but you were completely fine before he left. This time, there was no welcome hug when he arrived home, no questions of how the journey was and no joking declaration of how you were so lonely in the king sized bed at night.

What’s worse is that when he woke up, you were sleeping on the couch. You hadn’t even gone to bed with him, sitting on the table with a cup of coffee and your laptop open in front of you as you coldly shoo-ed him away while you worked in the middle of the night. 

Saying that he’s hurt would be an understatement. But despite all that, he makes his morning coffee as quietly as he can after he took your sleeping form from the couch and laid you on the bed. Perhaps his own courteousness would win you over and lead you to talk to him. 

A few hours pass and he’s proven wrong. The most he gets is a glare from you when you emerge from the bedroom.

It’s afternoon now, and while Chrollo showers, he wonders how he should go about the situation. Having used En just a few minutes ago, he knows that you’re using your laptop again and mindlessly scrolling some social media site. He sighs. This weekend was supposed to be one where the two of you caught up and went out on at least one date.

As the water goes down the drain, he can’t help but visualise his plans flowing away with it.

A towel around his neck and no shirt, he casually heads to the kitchen to get a glass of water and hopes that the teasing appearance he’s put on would make you at least sneak a look. Nothing. Your eyes remained glued to your laptop.

Well, if you won’t notice him, he’ll just make you notice him! He casually saunters over to where you’re seated and bends down. The action is to make his shirtless appearance visible, and when he asks you what you’re doing, he notices your eyes briefly glancing at his torso.

A small victory but a victory nonetheless.

However, the feeling is quickly squashed when you don’t give him a reply and instead continue scrolling through an array of cat videos. Chrollo is more surprised than annoyed. What did he do that made your attitude get this bad with him?

Pursing his lips, he gives up and moves away to the bedroom to dry his hair. If you’re not going to speak to him and make your displeasure so explicitly known, he’ll have to resort to… other tactics.

So, he fastens the apron's belt and gets to work. Even as the dishes clink and the tap water runs, you don't bother looking anywhere other than the screen in front of you.

When he leaves the potatoes to boil, he hears the chair dragging against the floor and turns around to see you standing up.

"I've had enough. There's no need to continue your act, Chrollo. I know what you're hiding and I have evidence."

The declaration suffices to make his heart stop beating for a moment. As you bring over your laptop to the kitchen counter, a million thoughts run in his head.

Did you somehow find out about the troupe? He never left any trails that could lead you to that. Perhaps Shalnark came to see him here in his absence. But he was also sworn to secrecy, so how? Just how deep did you dig to find the information?

For the first time in almost forever, Chrollo feels his heart thrum against his chest out of fear and apprehension. The price he'll have to pay if things go wrong is too much for him. He'll have to refute every single claim of yours and reject every single theory and fact that you may present him. Maybe even throw in some lies to make sure that you don't-

"I know everything, so don't even try to lie to me!"

All Chrollo does is look at you, eyes cautiously watching your fingers hovering over the touchpad. "You do…?"

Frustrated, you let out a groan. "Yes, I do! What's her name, huh? Does she know that you're engaged to someone? Or are you just messing around out of some stupid reason like being afraid of being committed to someone with marriage?"

Her name? Messing around? Engaged to someone?

Did you… did you think he was cheating on you?

You turn the laptop screen towards him, pointing to the display. "I have an entire powerpoint presentation ready, so don't you dare say that I'm overthinking things. I have a list of evidence piled up and I want answers."

Chrollo isn't sure whether he should be flattered over your commitment or intimidated by your ferocity.

"Before I start, is there anything you want to say to me, mister 'I hunt antiques and artefacts for a living'?"

Silence remains in the apartment, only the sound of the potatoes submerged in the boiling water persisting. The two of you engage in a short-lived staring contest, and Chrollo only looks away to turn off the stove. The engagement ring he had presented you briefly comes to his mind and everything makes sense.

You took his frequent absence and lack of communication for him cheating on you with another woman. Why didn't he realise sooner?

"Since you have nothing to say," you speak, voice cutting through the silence, "I can only assume that you're guilty. Well, should I start this presentation and reveal the dirty secrets you've been hiding?"

Honestly, Chrollo thinks that if you found out what the secrets really are, you would repent and pray that it actually was a woman that he was hiding. Nevertheless, since his fears aren't what reality is, he supposes he could humour you as he de-escalates the situation.

"What makes you think I'm cheating on you?" he asks. 

"I think the presentation would speak for me."

He takes a seat next to you, turning the laptop screen to face him. He notices the way you watch him as he silently goes through it, a smile cracking on his face. Your younger sister was right. The ability of a woman to gather and sort out information is quite impressive.

It's when he gets to the end of the presentation that a laugh spills from his throat. He has to put a hand over his mouth to compose himself, eyes crinkling shut as he laughs behind his hand.

"What's so funny? Do you really think this is something to laugh at?" Your voice gets louder, shakier. "Chrollo, this is serious! I can't believe you!"

He waves away your words, sighing as he calms down. One look at you and he feels himself grow even more perplexed. Is the thought of him cheating so horrible that you've started crying? Ah. Who knows what you might do if you find out the real secrets he's hiding.

When his thumb brushes away a tear, you're quick to voice your thoughts. "You're horrible… and mean."

Hm. Perhaps he is. But he's selfish too. Very selfish.

"E-explain yourself. I don't care for any excuses, and I already know everything. Explain yourself and we can talk this out like adults."

He should probably tell you that you don't look intimidating while weeping, but he figures he'll keep it to himself for now.

"There is no room for repudiation," Chrollo says. "You've been very thorough. I'm impressed."

"What, so you're admitting it?" A few more hot tears escape your eyes, running over his thumb before travelling down to your chin. "I should've realised. You were always too good to be true. It's always the men who are the nicest that turn out to be the worst."

Is that what you really think of him? How adorable.

"And if you are admitting it, just know that I already told my sister I'm coming back home tonight. I'll take all my stuff. I don't care what happens to the apartment."

Chrollo can't help but play along for a while. If he can understand your reaction to this, he might be able to predict your reaction to the truth. "And what about the ring?"

"You can give it to whoever you want. I don't want to see it or you ever again."

Hm. Maybe he should actually start de-escalating the situation before you actually up and leave.

"I don't think any of that's necessary," he points out. "You're misunderstanding things. Let me expla-"

"No! I don't want your excuses. You just admitted that what I said and wrote in this ppt is true. There's no more room for talk."

First you say that you're willing to hear an explanation, yet now you refute his attempts? You must be more frazzled than he thought.

"What I admitted was your evidence. I didn't confirm your conclusion. I'm not cheating on you. I never was and never will."

Your tears turn into angry ones as you furrow your brows, voice getting louder. You were never someone who could express anger without crying, another facet of yourself that Chrollo holds great affection for. Though the first time it happened, he was quite confused.

"You're just sweet talking," you accuse. "That's the first thing a person does when called out on their crimes."

"I'm not. I swear on my life." Chrollo closes the laptop screen, making a mental note to close and cover the gaps in his behaviour that you had pointed out in the presentation. "I have an explanation for every single thing, but it can easily be made concise with this. I'm not a hunter and work directly under one. That's why I don't prefer to contact you during work. If anyone finds out, it might cause problems."

"What, so you're prone to making enemies?"

"I wouldn't say 'prone'. It just comes with the job. When you're hunting and tracking things that richer, more notorious people also covet, malice naturally accompanies. So far, being an orphan has led me to being able to do whatever I want."

You purse your lips, thinking over his words. Sure, he did admit being careless with work in the past but ever since he started courting you, he put work at a distance. If there is one thing Chrollo can easily take advantage of, it's your soft heart.

"So you… don't contact me much when on jobs because of safety…?"

"Yes," he blurts out. "I would never want anything to happen to you."

You ponder over his words for a moment, tears having stopped and cheeks wet. As Chrollo brushes away the wetness, he sees your accusatory glare directed towards him again.

"Call Shalnark and give me the phone."

He blinks. "What?"

"I said-"

"I heard you, but why?"

Gently pushing away his hands, you continue glaring. "I still want to confirm something."

Scepticism gnaws at Chrollo's brain. He's unable to understand why you want to talk to Shalnark, but he's in no position to refuse, so he grabs his phone and dials him.

The phone rings once, twice and Shalnark picks up at the third bell. Before Chrollo could utter a word, the phone was taken from his hands.

"Hey boss! What's up?" Shalnark's voice greets him from the phone, but you put the device to your ear.

"Boss?" You look perplexed and Chrollo mentally facepalms. "Hello Shalnark. It's me, [Name]."

"Oh hi there! Long time no see."

"Yeah. Um, can I ask you a few things? It's about Chrollo."

The man in question just knows that Shal is just as confused as he is, if not more. Maybe it's because you're talking to him through his phone, the phone that the boss of the Phantom Troupe uses. Or maybe it's because you're completely oblivious to the identity the both of them are hiding.

"About Chrollo? Yeah sure. Shoot em and I'll answer."

Chrollo makes a mental note to thank Shal for his cooperation.

"Okay," you drawl. "Why did you greet him with 'boss'?"

"Oh! Simple really. It's a nickname that stuck since we were kids. He was a good leader, so we nicknamed him boss." 

"Really? Alright. Okay okay. Next question." You briefly glance at Chrollo before looking away. "How long was the excavation job you guys just finished?"

"Um… almost three weeks? It was kind of long. Boring, really. Chrollo was sleeping half the time. The map we had was a fake, so it got pretty troublesome."

Chrollo listens intently, noting every single lie Shalnark makes up, so that he doesn't accidentally claim anything otherwise in the timeline he created.

"And he was with you and the others the entire time?"

"Yup! Is something the matter? Did he not come home?"

You chuckle, "If he didn't come home, how am I calling you with his phone?"

"Oh… right, haha."

"Alright, last question. What's the relationship between me and Chrollo?"

He can imagine the confusion on Shalnark's face right now.

"You both are engaged. Why? Did something happen? He didn't say anything to you, did he?"

"No no. I just wanted to make sure of some things."

"Are the two of you fighting?"

Chrollo mentally facepalms again. You do not ask a lady who is gathering information about her fiancé whether or not there's a fight. It's simply invasive.

You shake your head, tone slightly confused. "No? I mean… maybe I was the one who got carried away… but to be honest, he did give sufficient room to let that happen."

"Oh, I see. Chrollo can be a little distant sometimes, but I assure you, he talks a lot about you when he's away. Sometimes we get so annoyed we get tempted to call you and ask you to come pick him up."

Perhaps Shal deserves more than a thanks.

The statement throws you off guard, and Chrollo smiles when he sees you fluster. You turn your back to him, supposedly to hide your expression, and answer. "Okay okay. I get it. Thanks for the help, Shalnark. I'll make sure to make your favourite food whenever you next visit."

There's a laugh on the other side of the phone. "Well, I can't pass up on good food. I'm glad I could help."

The two of you exchange farewells and that's when you finally face Chrollo. Lips pressed into a thin line, you hand over his phone without looking him in the eyes.

"Are you satisfied?" Chrollo keeps his tone gentle and soft so that it doesn't feel demeaning. You, however, look apologetic.

"Yeah yeah. You win. I'm sorry for doubting you."

He simply sighs. "And I apologise for creating room for doubt. I'll try and message you more whenever I'm away."

The guilt that may have been bubbling inside you is evident on your face, and you insist on apologising. “I’m really sorry, Chrollo.” Hands together and fidgeting, you don’t look him in the eye. “The accusation was heavy. The word ‘cheating’ isn’t something to be easily thrown around. I promise to trust you more and I swear that I won’t ever-”

“It’s alright,” he interjects. “If nothing, it makes me a little happy that you’re possessive.” Chrollo smiles, eyeing how hesitantly you make eye contact. “Besides, I only have eyes for you, darling. If I could, I would kidnap you and have you all to myself.”

Maybe it’s because to you, he’s joked around like this countless times before that you don’t take his words seriously and simply laugh it off. Even now as Chrollo watches you smile and brush off his words, he wonders how you’ll react when you find out he was in no way telling a joke.

Perhaps you’ll actually scream that time.

-

Chrollo allowed himself three tries to finally take you away. As the questions of when he'll start planning the wedding persist and grow more frequent, he scolds himself to be swiftly done with it. However, as trivial the act of kidnapping and threatening is to him, the more bothersome it becomes when he counts you as the victim.

The first attempt fails horribly before it could even be attempted.

He initially planned to use the weekend your parents were out of town to quietly slip away from their radar. There would be no calls from your mother and no contact with your sister either, thus it being the perfect time to simply disappear.

Unfortunately, Chrollo is woken up by the sound of someone emptying their stomach contents and an hour later, you're sitting in the living room, legs crossed in your favourite swinging chair, and crying as you recount your symptoms to him.

The sun hasn't even risen yet, and you're wide awake, shaking from a fever and sniffling while Chrollo rummages through the medicine cabinet. He briefly considers using your weakened state to his advantage but ultimately decides against it. Something like that would simply upset you further.

He blames your condition on the leftovers you ate last night.

The poor man has to endure two entire days of seeing you weak and sickly, not to mention trying to nurse you back to health just for you to simply cry and ask to see your mother. When the dreaded weekend is over, he drives you to your parents' house. Relief is written all over his face when you seem satisfied embracing your mother.

Chrollo receives a comforting pat on the back from your father in return. With the sight of you finally somewhat relieved, he thinks the trouble of dealing with a sick you was worth it.

The second attempt is thought over when Shalnark is in the city.

He's departing in a few days, so you've invited him over for dinner. Truthfully, you weren't supposed to find him out. Shalnark had come to Chrollo for 'business' and you just happened to ask too many questions about where Chrollo was going for lunch.

Which brings him here, sitting across from his troupe member while you finish preparing dinner. The awkward silence between the two of them is accompanied by your low humming, the two men settling on conversing about random topics when you give them a brief questioning look.

Chrollo almost feels jealous at the treatment you give Shalnark. You cooked the dishes he requested you to, even going as far as to let him taste test. He supposed being off the hook is enough as thanks to Shalnark for playing along during the phone call.

The previous events that transpired bring him here: in your arms while he pretends to read a book. The bedroom is dimly lit and you're humming some song he never heard. Your head rests on his thigh, arms wrapped around them as well while he remains seated. A few moments later, Chrollo decides the pointless reading isn't worth it and slips under the cover next to you.

Now you're the one in his arms.

A happy sigh leaves your lips as you nuzzle into him. No words are shared in the quiet bedroom. Only actions. A hand on your lower back, you breathing in his scent and his own vulnerability on brazen display in the form of his uncovered forehead.

It doesn't take long for you to fall asleep and when you do, Chrollo thinks over his plan. Tomorrow your world will shatter. The home you created so lovingly will be destroyed and a once abundant peace and comfort will become paltry. Things will change and your feelings for him may as well.

Chrollo wills away the thought. You'll come to love him again. It's inevitable. He will make sure of it.

-

The steering wheel is gripped tighter as Chrollo reverses the car out of the parking space. As the restaurant you both just had dinner at goes farther and farther away, Chrollo's resolve also fades. Perhaps today isn't the right day to do this. You look so happy, and he can't bring himself to take away the smile on your face.

Chrollo weighs his options. There's still one attempt left. He could just cancel the hotel reservation he made in the neighbouring city and try again.

But there's only one try left…

Screw it.

You continue rambling about something he was unable to hear, your voice fading into the background as he thinks over his plan. Ultimately, he decides against it. Being cognizant of the sleeping pills in his pocket doesn't make him feel any better.

Sometimes he wonders why he even let it get this far, why he bothered with all this. But when you gently call his name with that teasing smile asking if he's listening or not, he can't help but mirror the expression.

"Sorry. I was listening to your voice, not your words. Would you mind repeating that?"

The subtle flirtation brings easy forgiveness. Chrollo thinks he made the right decision by taking you home and not drugging you. He thinks he'll take that third try, and he must.

The condition he set on himself was that if he fails all three tries, he must break off the engagement and never see you again.

Another two weeks pass and Chrollo finds himself questioning whether being so deep in your family was a good idea. Sure, it made putting a ring on you easier, but it also brought their close involvement. That isn't necessarily a bad thing since he could use that against you in the future, but for now it does irk him to an extent.

Your younger sister sits in the passenger seat behind him as he drives her home. The highschooler doesn't talk too much, and he always finds himself content in her company. However, this time, he has to force himself to conceal his annoyance.

You had phoned Chrollo while he was out gathering information and asked him to drop her home. Had she not missed the bus home, he would have been home with you at this very moment. Perhaps her apologetic behaviour suffices to gain Chrollo's forgiveness.

She leaves the car with another apology and a thank you, prompting Chrollo to swiftly drive home to you. The hat covering his head and forehead is immediately taken off as soon as he steps foot inside, and he relaxes when he smells food on the stove. Is this really what he’s attracted to? Homeliness?

No wonder he's grown so attached to you. Even now as you hug him in greeting, Chrollo has to force himself to separate from you physically. 

Dinner is slow, comfortable and fulfilling. The two of you next watch a movie, one where you scowled whenever he let his hands wander and scolded him to 'watch the darn psychological thriller!' as you paid great attention to it. 

Nighttime brings rest, and Chrollo thinks over his options again while you remain in deep sleep next to him. He goes through several possibilities, numerous possible reactions and a plethora of ways he could subdue each and every one of them.

When he ultimately slips into slumber, he does so with a newfound determination to finally get done with what he wants to do.

-

The sound of giggles follow when what he assumes to be a shirt is thrown at him. In his line of sight, you stand near the doorframe of the bedroom, eyes crinkling as your laughter dies down. Chrollo finds himself wearing a similar expression. A few drops of water drip from the tips of his hair and onto his shoulder and the floor as he slowly steps your way.

He notices your eyes briefly resting on his bare chest before they make eye contact, but before he can tease you, you're already playfully shoving him away.

"Get dressed!" You turn on your heel, aiming to head to the living room. "Geez, I don't know why you like being shirtless so much."

Before he could stop himself, a reply had already left his mouth. "Perhaps it's because a special someone's eyes like the sight. Or am I mistaken?"

No response. He takes your back turned to him and your sigh as you being done with his jokes and chuckles before heading to dry his hair and getting dressed. 

It doesn't come as a surprise to him that you help do the former.

In all honesty, Chrollo finds this sort of everyday life with you calming. He feels at home, content even. With one hundred percent confidence he can declare that this kind of lifestyle is where he never will belong, but he knows deep down that he enjoys it.

Perhaps it's the irony that draws him to it.

Tonight, Chrollo asks to be allowed to prepare dinner. His culinary skills are, at first, questioned but you give your permission and somewhat begrudgingly seat yourself in the living room, back turned to whatever he's doing in the kitchen.

It takes some time but Chrollo ends up cooking a decent meal. Okay, so maybe the meat is a bit overcooked and maybe he ended up using a little more salt than necessary but it's edible and you don't seem to complain about the taste.

In fact, you complimented his attempts, claiming that he's gotten better now that he started following actual recipes instead of freestyling. The positive feedback makes Chrollo happy, but his smiling eyes turn into cautious ones when he sees you grab your drink to take a sip.

He watches the drink go down your throat, and how you immediately after lean forward with your face resting on your hands.

The sound of the TV turns into background noise when he later gets up to clear the table. He can feel your eyes on him but the gaze isn't malicious or watchful. It's rather affectionate. Chrollo tries not to dwell on that too long, but his attempt is of no use. You call his name, hands making grabbing motions to gesture to him to come to you.

The feeling of your warm palms on his cheeks causes him to blink at you in question, but you continue smiling. Your next words, however, throw Chrollo off.

"Your eyes are beautiful."

His replies are silenced, you seemingly not done with what you have to say.

"They're big and innocent. I could stare into them all day and still want to look at them more."

Your thumbs brush his cheeks, and his eyes curiously stare back into yours.

"Such beautiful eyes but there's still a bit of… melancholy behind them. I… want to erase that sadness. I want… to see a day when this sadness behind them doesn't exist anymore."

Something changes in your eyes, and Chrollo can't pinpoint whether it's from the drink or your emotions.

"I want to make you happy again, erase whatever cruelties happened to you."

Your eyelids get heavy. The sight added with your words stirs a number of emotions in Chrollo's chest, but he remains quiet even as your words become confused and your hold on his face loosens.

"It's… I don't…"

Brows furrow as you try to understand what's happening but your words simply slur together.

"Cho… llo…"

The hands that were tenderly holding his face fall and he watches consciousness slowly slither away from you.

"Light… head…"

A loud thunk accompanies the fall of your head to the table. The static of the TV starts to make his ears ring, but it does grant him a moment of clarity to realise that his vision is blurry. The tears responsible are blinked away and as they run down his cheeks, Chrollo realises that his cheeks were already wet.

He stares at the wetness on your palms and then at your unconscious form. It's done.

The home has been destroyed.

I love dreamy girls who romanticise everything and can’t even throw away cardboard perfume boxes and makeup packaging

another day another jjk dilf

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𐑺 ˖ ࣪࿐ྂ ILL GIVE YOU MY HEART, OKKOTSU YŪTA

you think it’s going well with yūta— the new guy you just started dating despite the way you’ve only seen eachother a handful of times. that’s exactly what he wants you to believe though, this is all going according to his plan.

summary. fem reader. yandere yūta. you just started dating ﾉ before he became your ex. stalking. manipulation. obsession. first times together. aged up characters. biting ﾉ marking. panting stealing. love confessions. a little background into how long your ex has actually been crazy for. longer version of this. face sitting. wc, 7.2k.

note. thank u to my love @/anantaru for brainstorming with me on this. also this is my own piece for my eat your heart out collab, thank you guys for always indulging in yan!yūta with me ❤︎

he did everything right, everything he had to to make sure you ended up like this. to make sure you fell for him the same way he did you,

yuuta knew exactly the type of guy he had to be. he knew you’d think it was cute, a funny work of fate that he was always there— seeking you out in the mundane and wiggling his way into your everyday routine. what are the chances that you both do your grocery shopping on tuesday nights? what are the chances he’s walking down the same street as you are on a thursday morning, just one over from your apartment? the only answer must be you’re soulmates, you think that too, don’t you?

it would be rude for you to refuse his invitation to take you out when the universe is trying so hard to put you two together. when he’s trying so hard to get you both together.

he’s been perfect, so polite and loving— good morning texts and constant adoration, showering you in compliments, he’s everything you’ll ever need. yuuta can still remember the way you held his hand on the first date— the way your eyes widened slightly before you sent him a cute look that made his cheeks flush, you looked a little surprised but it only made him want to hold you tighter. to never let you go.

it’s your third date now and he’s more sure now than ever that you’re both made for eachother. he’s able to recite your usual order in your favourite little cafe like it’s second nature as you sit there now, you don’t even pick up the menu before it’s rolling off his tongue and he thinks the shocked look on your face is adorable. hes sure your heart must be racing right now. knowing it was his first time here.

you don’t say anything though, you don’t mention it or tell him how much you liked that or love him, instead suddenly you can’t meet his gaze and yuuta can’t help the way that makes him feel a little disappointed, after he’d taken such time to get to know you.

is it really that surprising that he knows what you like, isn’t that what you want? you may think you’ve just met but he’s known you for months— albeit from afar, from the rooftop opposite your apartment that stares perfectly into your window while you change and sleep, and from the aisles hes followed you through in the supermarket. he’s memorised your usual grocery list and which side of the bed you prefer to sleep on at this point— like a lover should.

but he does it because love is silly like that, don’t you feel it too?

it’s a little clumsy, with an unsettling sort of urgency that yuuta’s hand reaches across the table to wordlessly ask for yours as his palm opens up. you’re probably just shy, from what hes seen— you’ve probably never felt pure love quite like his before, hes sure true devotion is so new to you you’re not sure how to act.

your gaze lifts to meet his on the opposite side of the table and he notices the chill that seems to run through you under his gaze, it makes him swallow heavily when his vacant, haunting stare holds yours. why do you look like you’ve seen a ghost? his fingers twitch slightly as they remain empty and he’s glad you don’t pay any attention to the way his other hand is digging painfully into his thigh, won’t you put him out of his misery and take his hand?

another few seconds and he sucks his lower lip between his teeth as he continues to stare at you. until finally, your hand us warm when it finally rests in his from across the table. your touch is a stark opposite to the chill in his own fingertips but he’s sure you can see the way the simple touch makes his ears flush pink. his hand closes over yours and his unsettling, neutral expression melts into something softer, gentler with his next movement as he tilts his head at you to smile.

“um.. do you want to come back to my apartment?” or would you want to stay forever?

three dates in, is when yuuta finally has you.

you’re in front of him as he leans over you to unlock the door to his apartment, deliberately pressing his chest against your back as the lock clicks but he takes the opportunity and close proximity to reward himself with a deep inhale. you smell sweet, something citrine and silky that makes him want to wrap himself in you, in your scent.. in your skin.

it feels like it draws him in, but before yuuta can lean in a little closer, just enough to press his lips against the pulse point in your neck to suck, to mark and bite— the door to his apartment opens and you can’t seem to get in fast enough as you take your first few steps.

his apartment isn’t anything special, if anything it’s a little empty— it would barely looked lived in if it wasn’t for his spare pair of shoes by the door and the katana by his bed. he opted to leave it behind for your date, he was still more than capable of protecting you without it if need be.

but the silence feels uneasy as yuuta watches you eye-up his belongings, he was sure he put everything incriminating away— his little notes about your schedule, the folded up receipts that you’d dropped by accident or the pretty little pictures he’d taken of you, albeit the paper is a little sticky and ruined now. he doesn’t need them anymore though, he has you now.

“sorry, it’s not much hah..” the chuckle he lets out is a little awkward, followed by a loud swallow as his eyes cut through your back but you just.. stand there. but still, he can’t stay away so he approaches you with caution, you’re in his domain now afterall. under his roof, in his heart, why wouldn’t he reach out to touch you when he’s so close? why else would you come to his apartment unless you wanted that.

“it’s very you, i think. kinda how i expected it to look.” the sound of your voice is a low hum but it still makes yuuta’s heart squeeze, it’s funny how much he feels like he missed it— it’d only been a few seconds but he doesn’t think he can live without that sound anymore as it draws him closer, “it’s cute, y’know?”

“really?” your back is still to him but he’s able to get close enough to press his chest against it as his arms wrap around your waist. you’re closer now than you’ve ever been,

he wishes he could chain you here, right by his side so you never had to leave again.

“mhm.” you smile and yuuta finds himself flushing again as he curls over you slightly, just enough for him to meet your gaze from over your shoulder before you pull him away from him entirely. he feels the brush of cold air from the space your body left as he twitches.

“yuuta?” you ask again, although the sound of his name is different now as he watches you spin on your heels to look at him.

“how did you know my order.. at the cafe i mean.” you’re looking at him so intently it’s making him nervous, you’re nervous he realises. you clasp your hands behind your back as you lean forward and yuuta wonders how long you’ve been thinking this question over in your mind.

did he slip up? did he really ruin his own perfect facade by being too perfect for you. his chest feels a little tighter now and he’s sure the expression on his face isn’t as sweet as he needs it to be, his lower lip is between his teeth and he’s pretty sure if he bites down a little more it’ll draw blood. he needs to think—

“you sent me a picture once,” he smiles gently, kindly as his eyes soften and his voice is such a shy lull as he answers you. he notices the way your shoulders seem to relax and he scratches at the back of his neck before he continues, “at lunch with maki.”

“i just thought it sounded similar to what you had that day, that’s all.” it’s not completely a lie, he did see you taking photos of your food the few times you’ve been to that cafe. but he never got them, he wonders who you sent them too.. there wouldn’t be someone else, right? you wouldn’t do that to him and his heart.

“sorry, is that weird?” yuuta feels hot under your stare but you must feel cold under his, there’s goosebumps along your skin and he finds it a little unnerving the way you draw back as he takes a step forward. maybe you’re just relieved.. is it because you love him that you asked? maybe you wanted his real answer.

“no, no! i must’ve forgot, it’s sweet you remembered.” you think he’s sweet, he smiles at that before he’s taking another careful step towards you and you let him this time. it’s like a relief when his hands are back on you, in their rightful place as he pulls you into him and he keeps you there— underneath his gaze as your face tilts to meet his.

“you’re really pretty.” yuuta whispers softly as he noses against your cheek, letting his cool fingertips tease along the hem of your shirt as they brush along your overheating skin. you shudder, pressing yourself into him and he doesn’t think you’re going to ask anymore questions when you bat your lashes up at him.

“can.. can i touch you?” the question is a drowsy murmur, smeared against the corner of your lips and you choose to answer it wordlessly as you turn to meet him, twisting into a kiss that’s deeper than the ones you’ve shared prior.

he’d kissed you before, but it was more like innocent pecks or kisses along your cheeks, he didn’t want to scare you off— to give you too much of him too soon, he had to make you fall for him first.. to want him. to love him.

but this one is different as yuuta’s nails dig into the bare skin of your waist, it’s sloppier than you’d expect from him as he nips on your lower lip— making you gasp as his tongue tentatively presses its way between them. your lashes kiss against the apples of your cheeks as your eyes close and he picks up on the way your breathing changes when his palm rests against your cheek to hold you there.

you must’ve been waiting for this aslong as he has been, it’s obvious with the way you’re pushing into him. have you been thinking about it as much as he has? he’s dreamed of the moment he’d finally have you here, pressed against him, your mouth on his as you feed into his hunger and he knows for sure now. he won’t ever be able to leave you alone.

“yuuta~” you murmur, delicate and pretty beneath the chill of yuuta’s fingertips and it makes his palms feel clammy against your skin as he moves you, pressing you back through the halls of his apartment until your back is against his bedroom door. he can barely reach for the handle, he’s too busy brushing his hands over your body now— swiping and smearing his spit messily against your lips until he’s breathless, buzzing beneath his skin before it’s you that reaches back to open it wilfully, eagerly.

“s-sorry,” he feels bad for keeping you waiting but now he’s addicted as he feels you grin against his lips, locking the apology with another sinful swipe of your tongue that has him swaying before you’re pulling away. he’s flushed to his chest, panting— but his grip on your body is still tight when you push him back until he rests on the mattress, starry-eyed and kiss drunk as you follow to climb on top.

“why’re you looking at me like that?” you ask playfully as you pull off your shirt and yuuta knows he’s staring, all adoring despite the way his gaze has always been somewhat empty, dark and void of emotion, but there’s always a dull glow when he looks at you. it’s what love does to a person afterall.

“because.. you’re really pretty.” his words have a trembling undercurrent to them as he exhales, reaching up to cup his cool fingertips around the back of your neck before he’s pulling you back in to kiss him again. his next murmur is barely audible, pressed between your tongue and lips, “i.. i can’t believe you’re finally mine.”

he’s not sure if you hear him, but he feels your movements slow— even if only for a second; like you’re thinking something over in your head, like you’re considering pulling away. but he won’t let you, he cant, not now that he’s finally had a taste— you wouldn’t want to leave him so empty after all this. after you made him fall for you.

but if he makes you uncomfortable, you don’t say anything else as he breathes into you— stripping you both of your layers until you’re just in your underwear and yuuta can’t bare to keep his eyes closed when you’re soul is laid bare infront of him like this.

“would you.. um, want to sit?” he asks but it’s spoken more like an insistent plea as his hips twitch into yours, the heat of your pussy so close to him making him feel so mindless beneath you. “please.”

the question urges you to pull away to sit upright on his lap despite the way yuuta finds himself chasing your mouth, blinking up at you through his lidded gaze as you bite cutely on your lower lip. it’s plump from his teeth and kisses, he already wants it back.

“i mean.. what if i’m heavy?” you say softly, uncertainty in the question but he answers almost too quickly as his hand grabs at your own, his brows furrowing slightly while he looks up at you.

“i don’t care. i want you to, i’ve thought about it a lot.” he’s talking too much, he should stop. but yuuta needs you there, he’s thought about suffocating between your thighs, between your folds so much his chest feels tight at the thought. wont you do this one thing for him after everything he’s done for you? you owe him after how much he’s loved you.

“really? you’ve thought about me. aren’t you lewd?” your reply is playful, perfectly so as your lips smile softly and he wants nothing more than to kiss the expression off of you. even if only to keep it for himself, he doesn’t want anyone else to see you like this ever again. he considers killing anyone who already has.

“heh—uh, i think about you alot. i just..” the pinpricks of arousal under yuuta’s skin are cracking away at his perfect little facade he’s created for you. but you’re urging him to keep going as your thighs squeeze around his waist from above,

“hm?”

“i wish.. i had all of you. the thought of you with someone else it… makes me,” he lets himself exhale as he looks up at you, something twisted swimming in his gaze that makes you look at him so softly. he hopes you can see the way that makes him feel, the thought of what’s his with somebody else, how cruel it would be on his heart— your smile falters, only slightly but he lets his hand trail down his face.

yuuta expects you to climb off of him, but instead— he feels your fingers push back the dark bangs that fall over his gaze, mused from your hands and the comforter beneath him. it’s such a soft little touch that feels so full of love it makes his heart squeeze.

“lie down, yuuta.” you exhale in reverence and he does so easily when you press your palm into his chest, urging him down as you slide your way up his body. his eyes are on your thighs and his hands follow quickly after as your knees press into the mattress beside his cheeks— kneeling above him as he pants at the puffy, damp press of your pussy in your panties.

he feels too hot for his skin but yuuta’s fingers are still cold when he hooks them beneath the flimsy fabric to pull it to the side— finally allowing him the first real look at your pussy that isn’t through a pane of glass as his cock throbs in his boxers. his fingers return to their place on your skin before he squeezes, urging you down to finally straddle his cheeks as he breathes across your glistening folds.

he starts off tentatively as he parts your folds with his tongue, suckling softly on your clit as he slurps and swallows at whatever you give him. you rock into his mouth with so much want it makes his fingers squeeze, but his eyes are still on you as you ride his mouth, humping into every flick of his tongue as he rolls it along the sensitive petals of your cunt.

“more, yuu~ please,” yuuta knows you’re holding back, thighs trembling as you try not to put too much of your weight on him but your plea makes the last string of his sanity snap before he’s releasing the limit on his strength to pull you completely into him.

you’re scared he can barely breathe but he’s holding you so tight you can barely move, this was what he wanted— what he’s been fantasising about. he wants to breathe your pussy for the rest of his life as he buries himself into you, whimpering as he explores the plains of your intimate skin with his tongue and mouth.

yuuta’s lips close around your clit once more before he nips playfully at the bud, pulling a sound out of you that’s so saccharine sweet that he swears he almost cums in his pants as he stares up at you. your lips are parted, nibbles perked up on your pretty tits as you roll the nub between your fingers and he swears he feels lightheaded at how perfect you look. all his.

“it tastes so good,” you hear him groan from his place below you and you look down to meet his gaze, his face between your thighs as you grind yourself down on his tongue, hips twisting into his mouth as he takes a ragged exhale against your pussy. his cheeks and the lower half of his face are slick with your juices as they drip down onto the sheets below him, his fingers flexing into your flesh every time your thighs tighten around his head.

“i-is it all for me?” you hear yuuta mumble under his breath before he buries himself back into you, the low, desperate tone of his voice sending vibrations straight to your clit as your hips twitch from the sudden jolt of pleasure. your fingers fall into his hair to pull just as he presses his tongue against the twitching entrance to your walls, the warmth eagerly luring him inside as your hole clenches around the muscle. “please, only me, okay?”

it feels so good you don’t even care what he’s mumbling against you because every word is like honey along your nerves, making you twitch and bounce your clit into his eager mouth as he devours you entirely. you’re just nodding, murmuring out his name but you’re feeding into his sick little fantasy like you wouldn’t believe.

“nobody else.” yuuta’s greedy, carnivorous, like he’d eat through to your heart if you’d let him. then you’d truly belong to him, be with him forever.

“mhm, it feels so good, don’t stop—fuck.” oh he doesn’t think he’ll ever be able to, you feel so much better than he could’ve ever imagined when he pulls away momentarily to slide his slender fingers between your folds, spreading you so lewdly before he’s diving back in.

yuuta’s slurping and smacking at your essence as he drinks in the very taste of you that has his cock twitching between his thighs, beads of precum gathering at the tip while he pays no mind to it—only focused on the feeling of you creaming on his tongue. it may be your first time together but you’d never believe it with how well he’s working your body, like he’s studied you— memorised every sweet sound he’s heard you pull from yourself as you flicked your pretty little clit every night. he hopes you were thinking about him.

“so soft,” he feels lightheaded at the arousal pooling in his stomach, at the need as his cock aches for any sort of friction, but he’s just so lost in you instead. “and warm,” he wraps his lips around your clit before sucking it into his mouth, allowing his tongue to roll the sensitive bud so he can feel you jerk in his hold, his large palms rocking you against his mouth as he groans against you once more.

“use me—k-keep going, please.” yuuta almost growls, his words breathless and needy and you feel the coil in your stomach tighten when you look behind you to watch his own hips twitch at the idea of you cumming on his face, paired with the pressure of you grinding down on tongue.

he can tell you’re close by the pace your hips have taken up, twitching and stuttering into his movements as your slick increases in volume, smearing along his cheeks and making such a lewd mess beneath you. his lungs quake with his next inhale, he can’t get enough breath in with how deep he’s pressed into you but he doesn’t care— he’d die for your orgasm, for your pleasure, for your love.

yuuta’s movements are almost desperate and your skin feels on fire when the pleasure races through you. you hear his own quiet moans against your cunt, almost lost between smacks and suckling noises and your thighs tremble either side of him as your hips stutter. “fuck—yuu!” you babble, your clit knocking against his nose with every buck of your hips as you drag yourself along his mouth, every desperate grind of your cunt squelching loudly as he goes between pressing his tongue into your hole and tracing messy circles around your clit.

“give me all of you.” another twisted little plea buried into your folds but the way his lidded gaze cuts up into you makes you shudder in the best way, “everything,”

and so you jolt when you feel yuuta suck your clit between his teeth once more, nibbling on the sensitive bud before your orgasm finally washes over you, causing your thighs to tighten around him in response.

but instead of pulling away he only wraps his arms around your hips, pulling you even closer until you’re pretty sure he can’t breathe at all—lapping as you cream into his mouth, tongue dipping into feel your walls squeezing down around him as he slurps and drinks everything you have to offer him.

you feel your body slacken as you ride out your orgasm, your fingers in yuuta’s hair tightening painfully despite the way it only makes him hotter as it sears through his skin. he continues to bathe your clit in kitten licks, shooting tiny aftershocks through your body—his face sticky with your essence when you finally decide to inch yourself off of him to catch your breath.

“it’s been a while since i’ve came that hard, jeez.” your laugh seems to pull him into you despite the way he’s breathing deep, he still moves with such an ease that is almost inhumane as he reaches out to swipe his thumb against your cheek affectionately.

“you looked beautiful.” yuuta replies, so neutral and honest that it makes you feel shy suddenly, like you didn’t just cream all over his face. you think you’d hide yourself in your palms if he wasn’t tilting you up to meet him, to let him kiss you once more as he sucks languidly on your tongue.

it’s messy, filthy the way he eagerly lets you taste yourself— moaning at the way the mix of spit and cream makes you melt into him before he’s easing himself between your thighs to press you into the mattress with each kiss.

“can i have you now?” he’s been ever so patient but he doesn’t think he can hold back any longer. yuuta’s need for you hurts, like an ache in his chest— he needs to have you so he knows you’re real as he eagerly pushes down the constraining fabric of his boxers, sighing with the first sting of sexual freedom as you spread your legs for him so eagerly. “i want to hurry and feel that you’re really mine, please.”

his lips smear along your cheeks as he pulls away, panting like he’s a dog in heat when you reach between your sweat slick bodies to wrap your fingers around the shaft of his cock. the press of your palm makes him shudder, drooling along the dip of your shoulder and he feels like he can’t get close enough to you as you let the blunt head roll through your sensitive folds.

“you can have me, i need you, yuu.. please.” you’re still so wet, needy despite the orgasm yuuta’s already taken for you and he knows it’s love with the way you’re grabbing at him— scratching at his shoulders just as his cock finally presses into the tight ring of your walls before he sinks into you.

the first squeeze of you around him is warm, so tight it feels like he can barely move as he sinks his teeth into the exposed skin of your shoulder until he draws blood. you shriek but he can feel the way the pain makes your pussy tremble around him, greedily luring more of him in as he pushes past the sweet spots that make your thighs twitch— beg for him. he knew you were perfect, your body feels moulded to his shape.

your back arches, urging your chest to press snug and tight against yuuta’s and he only pulls you closer— lapping at the teeth marks on your skin as he soothes the wound, hoping it leaves a mark so that your body will remember him. remember who it belongs to now.

“i waited for you..” the way he sinks into you is slow, agonisingly so but the sounds he’s pulling from you light a fuse that fizzles into something that feels even better as it bursts along his skin. it makes his toes and fingers curl when he feels your pussy squeeze down on him eagerly, rewarding the stretch of his cock the deeper he goes.

there’s still a chill to yuuta’s slender hands despite the way he’s sweating, groping just a little too hard into your waist, making him stutter out a low whimper as he drags you along his cock. he’s forcing your walls to spread open for him as he feels something ache deep in his stomach, desire heavy in each laboured breath as he takes everything you’ll give him, everything he can get.

he breathes, low and ragged, and you can only find it in yourself to reply with a sound that’s high pitched and needy when you finally feel the weight of his hips press tight against yours as he bottoms out.

“and it’s.. all mine now.” yuuta’s voice sounds needier than he expects and his eyes flutter closed when he finally pulls his hips back after a few moments, drawing his cock out of you as he feels the way your pussy squeezes down around him tight in response.

it’s like you’re trying to lure back in every inch you lose — begging him to stay and to never leave you, to press deeper into you before his fingers dig bruises into your hips and he’s doing just that, beginning a steady pace with another slow withdrawal and a staggered breath.

the first real, deep kiss of yuuta’s cock has your toes curling as he hugs you closer — his face rests just over the crook of your neck so you can hear the way he pants and growls softly between your moans, smearing kisses against your cheek everytime he turns to take in the sight of you beneath him.

you’re so pretty, too pretty that he can barely contain his thoughts— his love when your head turns to meet his gaze and it makes his pace stutter before he can even find his rhythm.“i.. i love you.” the confession slips, it’s hushed but it’s heavy, pressing you into the mattress as your eyes suddenly widen and you stiffen despite the way he remains lost in you with his next thrust, “it’s so good.”

“huh? uh..” your lips part to stop him but it breaks into a whine as the blunt head of his cock presses against the spots inside of you, making you twitch before you’re pushing into his chest to give him a confused look.

thankfully, yuuta picks up on the way your legs aren’t squeezing around him anymore— missing the red marks your nails were trailing against his skin in a way that makes him pull back, maybe slightly panic at the expression he’s met with that isn’t the pure adoration he expects. “are you okay? did i hurt you?” his hands are trying so hard to soothe you as they trail down your skin, but you’re not melting into him like you should. did he do something wrong?

“no it’s just..” you begin, albeit a little awkwardly considering the dude you’ve been on three dates with just told you he loves you while he was balls deep for the first time might you add. “um, isn’t it a bit soon for that?”

but still, because you like him— you suffer through the confrontation as you bite on your lower lip. “i’m not even your girlfriend yet.”

yuuta’s never thought about it like that. he never realised that you guys weren’t as serious as you must’ve wanted, all of this time he’d assumed you were his girlfriend but you must’ve wanted him to ask. that’s why you were so reluctant to accept his love, because you were scared it wasn’t there to begin with. but because he really does love you, he’s always going to be there to reassure you.

“i don’t think it’s too soon.. it’s how i feel.” his eyes are on you as he reaches forward, his fingers curling around yours before he pulls your hand to rest on his chest— so you can feel the way his heart is beating at his ribs, like it’s begging you to reach in and pull it out. “can you feel it. it’s my love.”

yuuta’s stare is searing as it burns through you and it makes your fingers curl against his chest slightly, like you’re ready to pull away but he’s strong— he keeps you there despite the way he feels you tense.

“yuuta..” you press your free hand between your brows, still a little confused— maybe a little aroused at what’s happening but you’d rather not sort through those feelings just yet, so you continue. “we’ve been on three dates.”

yuuta feels like he’s being scolded, was it really so bad for him to love you? why aren’t you so eager to accept him when he knows you feel it too, the way you look at him is with love, he knows you’re lying to him. “but.. but you said i could have all of you.” he tries to hush the hiss to his voice but his gaze on you doesn’t falter despite the way you wish you could look away, he holds you there.

“i’m sorry, are you going to leave?” he asks the question like you’ve got the choice but the grip on your fingers tightens like he wouldn’t let you go regardless.

“no, just.. i like you but maybe just slow down a little, okay?” it was an olive branch, a proposal that you feel like would work best for both of you. you watch the way he softens at that, like you’re watching a wild animal accept it’s first pet from a human hand.

“okay,” yuuta’s acceptance is a quiet lull but any disappointment he had is pushed back by his own desire when you lead him back between your legs. your mouth is saying one thing but your heart is calling for him, pussy luring him back in like it’ll die without him and he wonders if maybe you’re just protecting your heart. he wants to tell you there’s no need, he’ll never hurt you.. aslong as you love him that is.

but anything he wants to say is quickly overcome by the twist in his gut when he’s back in your walls, feeling them squeeze and tremble around him like it’s a skin to skin confession on its own.

another clap of yuuta’s hips with yours and your head tilts up to meet him for a kiss as your lips curl around his, tongue tracing the length of his own until you’re whining. if you didn’t love him, why is your hand so accepting to intertwine with his own, why does it feel like you’re making love rather than just fucking. your mouth slots against his perfectly and your pussy begs for every inch it loses. so why won’t you admit it’s love.

“i.. i just get scared i’ll lose you forever if i let you go.” he feels mindless when your hips grind up to meet every thrust, the pace hes set isn’t fast but it’s enough to have you both whining against each others lips as he drives into you. he’s spurred on by the sweet sounds that break from your throat, your voice taking a dreamier lull than hes used to — it’s more needy, more intoxicating. it makes his words even more true as he feels the jealousy simmer along his skin.

“if someone took you from me, i’d kill them.” yuuta doesn’t know if he’s dreaming but he swears he feels your walls squeeze around him at that, your lips breaking away from his to gasp and he still doesn’t know why you won’t accept his love when you’re accepting of this. he’ll kill everyone who’s ever touched you if it’ll prove his heart is true.

you look at him, and he thinks it’s unfair they way you gaze at him so tenderly, it’s so cruel when you won’t just tell him the truth. “you won’t lose me. i’m here.” your words make his hand squeeze around yours as your body claps against his and he kisses over your skin, lips gliding along your heightened nerves so softly it has you twitching. you’re squeezing down around him until his breathing hitches and it’s almost like he feels the tight hug of your cunt in his fucking lungs.

“then stay forever.” yuuta’s words are emphasised by a particularly slow grind, grazing his pelvis against your swollen clit until you’re jolting at the small aftershock that races through you — still sensitive from your orgasm as his cock digs out the next.

he feels your nails grab at his shoulders, no doubt leaving more pretty crimson marks along the muscle there before his pace inevitably speeds up. you’re marking him as yours so eagerly, he can already imagine how pretty they look from behind.

but yuuta’s gripping so tight into your hips he’ll surely leave bruises of his own as you bask in the pleasure only he brings you. you give up all that you can as your hormone-hazed mind has you breathing out a regrettable “okay, forever.”

he buries himself back into the crook of your neck with the next sinful squeeze of your walls around him, dizzy from your words in a way that makes his hips stutter as he buries another ragged whimper into your skin. he repositions his knees to begin a pace that’s a little faster, needier until each smack of his hips is loud and clapping and every quick thrust leaves you breathless, beginning to lose his pace as he presses deep into your body.

“c-can you give him this part of you first? i need to feel it.” your orgasm he means as he gulps, words like his own plea as he lets his fingers on your hips trace between your bodies to roll your puffy clit in sticky circles. yuuta’s pairing it with the back and forth stutter of his hips as he digs your orgasm out of you — breathing hard when he feels your pussy throb around him.

“yes! can give you it, fuck! gonna cum again, yuu..” you cry for him and he fucking moans as his hips press snug and tight against yours with the first milking compression of your walls around his cock. he’s panting against your neck, biting and suckling hungrily at the skin as he coaxes and eases you through another mind-numbing orgasm, the pleasure hitting you so hard and good it almost hurts as you cream around him.

“b-baby, please. can i cum?” wont you let him give you his pleasure and his heart, yuuta asks so needily but he doesn’t stop even when you’re panting and gasping out yesyesyes with each shockwave of bliss he fucks through you. his cock finally throbs inside of your soaked pussy as he gives into the needy coax of your body — rewarding you with the orgasm you’ve earned from him, the one you own as he presses his load into you, burying it into you like he’s staking a claim.

he pulls away to kiss you as he does, whining long and low against the soft press of your lips as he cums thick and heavy inside of you, shuddering when he feels your tongue push against his and he almost pins you completely underneath him as he continues to fuck into your sensitive pussy.

yuuta offers you a few more shallow thrusts before he falls onto you, rolling into his side despite the way he keeps his hand intertwined with your own as he catches his breath. his gaze is still soft when he pulls away to meet your own drowsy one, squeezing affectionately at your skin when he watches the way your thighs tremble as his softening cock pulls out of you.

“are you okay?” he asks and the soft pull of his voice feels like honey when you’re in your post-orgasm state, letting him trail and massage his fingers down the length of your spine as he gazes over you affectionately. you nod softly, and he leans in to rest his lips against your forehead as your eyes flutter closed.

“do you want to stay here? i have clothes you can wear.” yuuta gives you a few seconds to respond, to think over the question and he’s pretty sure this isn’t what taking it slow meant. but you’re also his girlfriend now, right? that’s what you meant when you said that.

your relaxed expression is something soft as he looks over you, but the sudden furrow of your brows makes his soft smile falter when you open up your eyes again to send him a glare.

“no thanks, i’d rather not wear some random girls panties.” yuuta’s a little taken off guard by your response but you’re pouting; are you jealous? assuming that the clothes he’s talking about must belong to somebody else, maybe a woman before you? he can’t deny the way the thought makes something in his heart bloom, what’s jealousy if not love?

“no. you’re the only one i’ve ever had here.” he tries not to let the giddiness sound in his voice so he keeps his response neutral but honest, earning himself a look that urges him to continue.. to put you at ease as your new boyfriend.

“i bought them.. for you.” that’s half true. yuuta did leave his apartment to go get them but actually, he took them. from your apartment. he was thinking about your comfort afterall, he even picked up a few of your shirts for when you stay over, he’s sure you’ll be thanking him when you find out. although he’d much prefer you in his, that way people will know.

“oh.. you knew i was coming over?” was a question that he hadn’t exactly prepared for though as you tilt your head at him. he doesn’t want you to think he planned this. no, he only longed for it, but that doesn’t mean he had alterier motives.. he’d love you even if you hadn’t came back to his apartment today. but you would have been brought here eventually.

“it.. was maki’s idea. i think she meant it as a joke, hah— maybe i took it too seriously. sorry.” yuuta will need to make sure that alibi isn’t confirmed by you though. although he’s thankful that he’s always been able to rely on maki as a friend, maybe he should thank her for that later on.

“ofcourse it was, just wait until i get a hold of her.” it’s maybe a little too quickly, the way yuuta pulls away from you as you go off in your tangent about your friend. he’s sure if you’re phone wasn’t lying somewhere discarded amongst the clothes on the floor you’d be texting her right now.

it hurts to leave your warmth but he’s eager now, to see the pretty expression on your face when he hands over the panties he’s sure you’ve been missing. maybe you’ll finally admit your feelings for him after this. he gives you a reassuring, soft smile as he crosses his room, reaching into the drawers in the corner before he’s returning to hand you the panties as he rests them in your palm.

“oh! i have these ones already actually.” yuuta thinks it’s adorable the way you take them from him, fingers lingering on his a little longer before you’re fiddling curiously with the lace. but he doesn’t like the look that seems to cross your features a few moments later, albeit quickly before it’s gone again. “i’ve.. not been able to find them.. for a while though.”

he always thought you looked good in those ones, they’d caught his eyes on the nights you opted for only them and a shirt as your pyjamas. he thought you’d be happy to see them again, but you’re not meeting his gaze now and he doesn’t like that.

“really? do you want to try them on.. for me?” yuuta tries, attempts to lure you back to him as his arm outstretches, fingertips softly smoothing along your cheek and he hates the way you shiver ever so slightly at the touch this time. don’t you love him? why are you acting this way? like you’re going to leave him. you have the same expression on your face as you did back at the cafe.

do you really believe he’s going to let you out of his sight now that he finally has you?

“maybe.. after i shower.”

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