The Moon Is Loved No Matter What Phase Shes In... Just As You Are.

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

"He's quieter and bluer than the sun, something like the moon"

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

Yubisaki to Renren: Yuki Itose

geto suguru ☆ 夏油傑

happy birthday Elena! @ashiromina

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.

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