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Cella we need a piece of Yuuta’s dick getting sucked 😓😓😓

𐑺 ˖ ࣪࿐ྂ TAKE YOUR TURN OKKOTSU YŪTA

yūta has always been a giver when it comes to you and your pleasure, but you do think it’s about time that you repay the favour.

summary. fem reader. yandere yūta. male oral receiving. first blowjobs. obsession. jealousy. stalking mention. he’s probably pretty tame in this one considering the rest of the series (probably not.) aged up characters. touch on previous fem oral. wc, 2.1k.

note. ahhhh ngl anon i kind of hate this :,( but i hope atleast you enjoy it a little !!! ᰔ

the air is hot and sticky when yuuta pulls away from the space he’s made home between your thighs, your slick sheens against his cheeks and the lower half of his face but he looks as hungry as ever despite the meal you’ve just served up to him.

your thighs are covered in marks and bites, trembling as your pussy throbs in the remnants of your orgasm and as always, he leans up a few moments later — gazing at you before he’s leaning in for a kiss. to let you taste yourself on his tongue when you’re mixed with his spit — exactly how you should be. you taste best when you’re mixed with him.

you meet yuuta for a second only, lips pressing against his quickly before you’re pulling away a few moments later, not giving him nearly as much as he needs as you push at his chest and you swear you feel him tense significantly. he gives you a sharp, lidded look from the depth of his eyes that makes your next question purr as it’s spoken.

“do you want me to do you?” your question is shy, a dreamy sort of scratchy sound and he can’t help the way it makes his already leaking cock twitch, like it’s been led closer to you. he knows exactly what you mean when your next blink is longer, lingering down at his lower abdomen to focus on the noticeable bulge in his sweats as you lick at your lower lip and fuck, he wishes he could kiss you a little more.

“ah.. y-you don’t have to,” so yuuta tries to, he leans in again— to meet you, to taste you, to have you back wrapped up in his arms and mouth and surrounded by him.. like you should be, like you’re meant to be. he’s already twitching for the sweet hug of your walls, he needs you.

but this time you don’t meet him, you give him another wet, fucked out blink and it makes something in his chest squeeze, but something in his cock throb even harder. “yuuta, you always take care of me but never yourself.”

“yeah but i..” yuuta begins but his words almost catch in his throat when you blink up at him again, making him flush as his fingers squeeze in the space where they rest on your hips. they’re cold despite the stuffy space you’re in—he swallows as he stares at you, “i get to have all of you, so it’s fine.”

it’s true, that he never really bothers much about you giving him anything, you give him enough afterall — your love. your being. you’ve given yourself up to him completely, so he wouldn’t want to be greedy — he knows every part of you is his, so hes got everything he’ll ever need. he doesn’t care about whether you touch him at all before he sinks into you, he’s fine without, because he gets to look up at your pretty face as you ride his tongue or his fingers instead.

it’s because nothing else matters but you. it’s exactly everything yuuta’s been dreaming of all the months hes loved you, even before he had you, the yearning moments where he was learning your patterns before you even had an idea of who he was.

this, you are his reward for all the work hes put in to make you love him.

so he doesn’t want anything else other than your pleasure, but your eyes are almost pleading to the devoted, twisted little space in his heart that makes him nod shyly when you ask “can i take care of you, please?” because maybe it would be fine to feel you this once, to be greedy, to have you looking up at him with your sweet lips around his cock. so he’s pushing off his sweats and lying back to rest on the pillows, letting you take a pretty space between his thighs before he can even breathe next.

you’re smiling, still nude and glistening from your previous orgasm but yuuta thinks you’re beautiful like this, soul laid bare for him as you send him a lidded look through your lashes and push yourself to lie on your stomach between his spread legs.

“you’ve really never had one of these before?” you ask, a genuine curiosity in your words but it’s drowned out by the thick desire that coats them also. the question is breathed across the already sensitive skin of yuuta’s cock and even the soft pressure alone makes him twitch — lower lip between his teeth as he looks at you.

“n-no. i wanted to wait for the one i love, for you..” yuuta’s fingers reach to smooth along your cheek and it makes something in his chest burn when you lean into the touch.

“you’re cute, yuu~ i’ll make sure it was worth the wait.” you don’t think he’s being serious, that he’s being literal when he says he’s been waiting for you, you knew you were his first but it’s different — he’s been saving himself so that you could be his only.

you’re blinking up at yuuta as you shift onto your forearms and finally take a fistful of his cock and he watches you, adoringly— abdomen twitching as you lean into drool along the sensitive head and your hand pumps your spit along his cock with long, full strokes of your palm. you’re mesmerising, like an angel or a succubus as you press suckled, sweet kisses across the shaft— every touch of your lips makes him tremble.

“have.. you done this before? with somebody else?” he doesn’t know why he asks, his mind already feels thick with cotton but he can’t help the way the curiosity weighs down on him. like an ache in his chest, a knife through his heart. it makes something in his mind crack, knowing there’s probably other men who have had you like this— in this position, looking this pretty with their cock smearing across your lips. did you ever love any of them like you love yuuta, you wouldn’t.. right?

“is that really what you’re thinking about right now?” you giggle and he knows he shouldn’t but he can’t help it, can’t help the way the idea of you doing this with someone else makes something in his veins pulse. it’s knowing they could’ve touched you, felt you— what’s his, what he owns. how else is he supposed to react when you were supposed to be waiting for him? no other man would put in the work he has, the long nights following you home, learning your schedule, stalking your social media. he’s done everything for you. he knows your friends and families names— their birthdays. nobody else would love you like this, so nobody else should see you like this. your lips wrap around him best because they were made just for him.

yuuta shifts his hips at your answer as his mind spirals, something burning beneath his skin. he almost loses his mind entirely before it’s pulled back by you when he feels you lean down to finally stretch your lips around the blunt head — humming around the weight of him and the sound vibrates through his cock until he almost whines. he almost forgets his sense of self completely around you. his haunting gaze meets yours when you blink up at him through your lashes, suckling slowly around the sensitive glands of his cock.

“s-sorry,” he gasps as his palm rests over his lips gently, trying half-heartedly to hide how needy he sounds. how needy you make him. you’re not sure why he’s apologising, maybe for the question but you don’t pay any mind to it — you’re too busy with him. easing his pain, swallowing the guilt.

he’s already breathing hard when you relax the muscles of your jaw, pushing his cock down the tight hug of your throat until you feel yuuta twitch and throb on your tongue, the way his thighs quiver making you purr as you gag around him.

“i don’t think i’ll l-last long, sorry.. it feels too good,” he gasps, letting his hips follow another slow drag of your mouth but you knew that already, he was sensitive and completely devoted to you — just the slightest brush of your fingers along his thigh had him keening.

“i like when you look at m-me,” you feel yuuta shift restlessly when you pull off his cock with a wet pop, swirling your tongue along the swollen, sensitive head and you make sure to look at him before you’re pressing kisses along the sensitive glands again, across the sides as you bat your eyelashes up at him.

the sound you pull from him next is pretty and quiet, almost a breathlessly-needy whimper when you jaw slackens and you sink down on him again. but his gaze still holds yours— almost unsettlingly still despite the way his body trembles beneath you.

“please, baby. k-keep doing that.” yuuta’s teeth grit, letting his head drop back before his palm is resting on the back of your head — there’s no real weight to it, you can tell he’s holding back when his fingers twitch, but you can also tell he doesn’t want you to stop with how his chest is heaving with every breath he takes.

you hollow your cheeks as you stretch your lips deeper around him, the thick press of his cock along your airwaves giving you a delightful spin in your mind before you’re dragging your head back up. it’s messy and lewd as your spit catches on his silky skin, making the dark hairs around his pelvis damp enough to pool down his balls and soak into the fabric of the sheets beneath him.

“you’re so pretty, yuu.” you rasp, pulling back to slurp at the head as you blink away tears to admire him — his jaw is slack, his blue eyes are blown out and heavy and his hair is mused, messy from where his own hands have been raking through it as his bangs fall slightly over his forehead.

“hah.. really?” yuuta smiles, almost shyly and you think it’s adorable how awkward he still seems to get from your compliments— biting on his lower lip before his thoughts are lost behind another moan when you take his cock back between your lips. your tongue traces along the sensitive flesh and veins until his hips are twitching and he’s sinking himself deeper — mumbling out a curse followed by an apology as his palm cups around the back of your neck but still, he manages to douse you in praise all the same. “you’re r-really pretty, it feels so good.. it always does, because it’s you.”

you press closer until you feel his balls press underneath your chin, your nose against his pelvis and each time you bob your head you feel the spit drip down your chin. you hear yuuta groan before he’s wiping at the stray tear that falls down your cheeks and the soft pants falling from his lips make you tremble. the fucked out state of your boyfriend making you rub your thighs together before you suddenly swallow him down again.

“baby, l-look at me.” you feel his cock throb and thicken against your tongue, twitching inside the tight give of your throat with a trembling grunt and a soft, dreamy groan. but because he asked, you look up, and it’s almost in an instant— the way you need to pull back when you feel the first sudden rush of yuuta’s cum on your tastebuds, allowing your lips to slurp and swallow around his throbbing tip as your tongue swirls around his pulsing veins.

he’s fucked out, hips twitching in time with your movements as he pants out mantras of i love yous, pretty abdomen tightening while he groans and whines and squeezes at the back of your neck while you wring his cum out of him.

you only pull away when you hear him whimper, licking across your lower lip to clean yourself up before yuuta’s letting his head fall forward to meet your gaze. “s-sorry, can you give me a sec…” you giggle and he shoots you a gentle, kind sort of smile and despite his embarrassment he’s grabbing your jaw as you push up to your knees to pull you in for a kiss.

it’s messy, lewd the way you’ve barely swallowed him and he’s sucking on your tongue — moaning at the taste of himself mixed with you. he could get used to it, used to giving you more of him — it’s like he’s marking you, from the inside out, in more ways than one. he needs to have you labelled as his in every way. his next words are a slurred, a whispery drawl against your lips as his eyes flutter and he squeezes at your skin.

“baby, do you think i could have you again? please, just one more.”

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another day of me loving ink, HAPPY SUNDAY LOVE 🫶🏻 !!! ( look at my little moon :< )

hi gorgeous ajsjdj pls you’re being so sweet?!?😭and happy sunday to you too 🥺🫶🏻 (little moon so pretty just like u 🌕)

my sailor moon redraws from 2019~

Transparent detail: Full Worm Moon. Photo by rami-astro.

as a girl who is literally just a girl i am always yearning. always longing always missing always wearing my heart on my sleeve. always feeling like my heart is on the verge of exploding. the sight of the sun makes me cry. anyway

I really really wish I was a cat, I’m not built for this capatalist society but I am built for sleeping 19 hours a day and knocking things over

𐑺 ˖ ࣪࿐ྂ NEVER HAVE I EVER, OKKOTSU YŪTA

a party with your boyfriend isn’t something you expected to turn so sour. but maybe that’s because you didn’t expect your past relationships to start coming out.. or for one of them to be sitting in the room with you.

summary. fem reader. yandere yūta. jealousy. possessiveness. manipulation. alcohol / party scenes. obsession. exhibitionism. never have i ever. switching perspectives. creampie. alcohol consumed but nil effect. maki is drunk. all credits to this anon. previous relationship between reader and noritoshi kamo. violence mention (yandere themes). reference back to their school years. aged up characters. wc, 8.9k.

note. thank you so much to the anon linked in the summary for letting me write this :) i really hope i was able to do such a great idea justice for you ❤︎

the air is warm around you as you sway in the living room, surrounded by intoxicated friends and strangers with red plastic cups in their hands and loud music blasting through the halls of the house.

you’d sat your empty drink down a while ago and hadn’t had a moment to refill for yourself yet, so instead you stay empty handed— although you feel pretty much occupied in your company.

you’re here with your boyfriend, yuuta, and his friends as you stand around with a few of the other people you’re not sure you recognise from his class. but you listen politely, not really absorbing the information as you let your eyes wander the room. although you’re quickly brought back with the press of cold fingertips beneath the hem of your t-shirt, before it’s accompanied by a slow breath exhaled against your throat from behind.

your boyfriend was always particularly clingy in these sort of environments, attached to your side like an extra limb or at this moment, wrapped around you from behind— much like the blanket you’d tuck yourself under every night. the only difference being you’re not comfortable in your own bed and your boyfriend, yuuta, had a certain aura, an energy about him. it was the sort of chill that made goosebumps burst along someone’s skin whenever they’d lock eyes with him across the room, the kind that urged people to look away before that happened — to avoid looking at you before he caught them.

it was like a curse of sorts.

“are you okay?” yuuta asks gently as you feel the cool brush of his fingertips brush higher, smoothing along your waist, his touch is cold as always but it soothes the warm press of your own skin as he leans forward. you feel his lips smear across your cheek as he speaks, almost a kiss — like he’s asking, hoping for one.

“mhm, ‘m good,” you turn to meet him, shuddering beneath the heat of his gaze despite the way warm was never really a word that came to mind whenever you looked at him. haunting, chilling, even unsettling maybe— but the type of look that made you not want to look away. like when the naive, pretty girl in the slasher movie thinks it’s a better idea to go towards the source of a sound in her usually empty, dark apartment than leave entirely.. to safety.

if only you knew those seconds, half-seconds that the line of your gaze connected with his, were the only moments in the day that he felt anything at all.

“are you tired? we can leave if you want,” yuuta asks, almost expectantly, hoping you’d take him up on the offer to lock you back up in his apartment, all for him, away from prying eyes of drunken party goers— away from everyone else if you’d let him. he waits for your answer before he kisses you once and you always thought it was a little unexpected how touchy he could be in public, considering how apologetic and awkward he seemed when you first met.

as always, you feel yourself melt into the press of his lips, into the confidence he always kissed you with despite his demeanour and you’re suddenly warm beneath your collar as his fingers press higher— urging you closer as his tongue swipes along your lips. but before you can continue, to go further— you pull away, maybe a little too aware of the amount of eyes around you despite the way your boyfriend doesn’t seem to care at all,

“i’m okay, i’m having fun.” you feel his fingers squeeze tighter as you answer but he smiles,

“are you sure? we can—“

“sheesh, i haven’t seen you guys in forever. where the hell you been, hah?” your conversation is cut off by the slur of a familiar voice as it barrels towards you both through the crowds, urging their way between you so they can throw their arms across your shoulders, an arm for each as yuuta begrudgingly breaks away to stand at the other side.

“maki!” you giggle as your friend uses you to keep herself steady— both of you mostly held up by yuuta strength alone. “we’ve both been busy, yuuta’s especially—“

your words are meant innocently, more of a factual response rather than something somber but that alone seems to ignite the fiery spirit of your friend when she’s groaning as it slips off your tongue. suddenly she’s turning to your boyfriend with a tight frown on her features, an expression that he’d grown familiar to seeing— but it’s one he still manages to meet with a smile.

“oh yeah? i hope you’re taking care of my girl, yuuta.” maki growls and you watch the way he scratches at the back of his neck, the exchange reminds you of the stories she used to tell you about the first time they met in their second year. before he was able to stand on his own.

“huh?! i am, i am!” his voice is almost boyish as he responds and you find yourself smiling at the way yuuta seems to relax around people like maki and his other former classmates. you very rarely seen him interact with other people at all when you were together, it normally just being you two— by his choice, because he always said he didn’t like other people taking away his time with you. but you think it’s charming, the relationship he has with his friends and the way they playfully jab and tease him in a way that makes you giggle.

maki ruffles at his hair as she tsks and you think it’s amusing the way yuuta’s eyes are back on you when he notices the way you’re grinning. “you remember what you were like before i took you under my wing, i’m trustin’ you to protect her!” you’re pretty sure he could easily dodge her playful smacks against his chest, especially given the way the alcohol has probably impacted her precision. but you also think it’s nice that he chooses not to, watching him chuckle, maybe a little embarrassed at her words as he waves her off.

“come on, maki.. you know id kill anyone to protect the one i love,” yuuta’s blushing slightly but there’s no uncertainty in his words, instead it’s like you can hear the pure devotion that’s wrapped and woven itself around every syllable when it’s accompanied by the unwavering cut of his gaze.

but still, it doesn’t make maki falter the way it might anybody else— instead she shrugs as her arms unwind from you both to cross her chest. “yeah, yeah. i’ll leave you lovebirds, third wheeling ain’t my thing..” she groans again before she whips around to stumble backwards slightly— balanced again by your boyfriends quick reflexes as he steadies her with one hand. his free hand finds its place at your lower back as he takes a step closer to you again.

“you remember what i said, yuuta! take care of her or else,” you’re laughing, grateful to be able to have someone like maki in your life despite people who may find her to be a little rough around the edges. she was one of the best people you could have with you, you think. she offers you both a smug grin, thumb pointing against her chest as she backs into the crowd, “i’ll be the one to kill you if ya don’t!”

yuuta chuckles quietly as you both wave her off, watching her push her way through the wave of warm bodies that block her path so easily— with a power that was so uniquely maki.

another breath and he’s back on you, just the same as he was before as his body looms into you— draping over you like a shadow as his lips reach forward to smear along your cheeks again. just like before, you turn to meet him— twisting into another kiss that he meets so eagerly, greedily and you rasp softly as he traces across your skin with his finger. he was good at that sort of affection despite how binding it seemed.

“i..i mean it.” yuuta’s words are muffled slightly against your lips, almost drowned out by the music but they’re still so clear to you when they echo in his voice. although they urge you to pull away as you give him a naive blink,

“mean what?”

“what i said.” he answers quickly, like he’s desperate to get back to where you left off, “i’d kill for the one i love,” it’s almost misplaced, the kind smile on his features and the way his eyes soften slightly despite the way something cursed twists in his gaze— his words are spoken like a promise. it makes you feel suddenly cold despite the warm proximity and the stuffy room, too many bodies squeezed together but you catch a chill as you look up at your boyfriend over your shoulder.

“you say that but, isn’t that a little dramatic?” you turn in his hold, blinking up at him as your palms press flat into his chest and yuuta looks at you— intently, all adoring as his own hands loop around your waist to squeeze.

“no,” his voice sounds lower as he answers, chest pressed against yours and you wonder if he can feel the way his answer makes your heart jump slightly, maybe that’s why he clears his throat awkwardly as your gaze holds his. “n-no i don’t think so, because it’s for our love.” his tone feels unsteadier now, like when someone is quickly trying to explain a point, their views, before somebody can interrupt— he needs you to hear him justify his devotion.

“i don’t want you stolen from me, i dont want anyone else to take you away from me. so i’d kill them, so you’re happy with me.. forever.” yuuta’s arms squeeze tighter around you as he speaks, like he’s scared you’re going to break away, although something in your mind tells you that wouldn’t be possible even if you tried. still, he’s smiling— that same warm look that he’d greeted you with the first time you’d met in the supermarket. “that’s why, i’d kill them. i’d do it for you. for us.” the words roll from his lips so easily, like he’s convinced if they’re said in his soft, kind tone— meant with pure love, that it would take away the threatening effect,

despite the way it would make any normal person's blood run cold at the promise.

something tugs at the corner of your lips at the way you don’t take him seriously, your tone a resonant pull as your palms press into his chest through his shirt, “nobody is going to take me away from you, yuu.” he can feel the warmth of your hands on his skin despite the layer between you both.

“i know. i wouldnt let them.” yuuta leans in again, to steal another kiss— to take what’s rightfully his but you don’t twist and curl into him like you normally do. you pull away, and all he can feel is the coolness against his chest where your fingers had been before you tug him towards the couch, pushed into the corner of the room.

“let’s take a seat.”

the next few hours at the party pass by fairly quickly and your boyfriend is closer than ever to you as your thighs rest over his own, his fingers fidgeting and pressing into your skin between kisses and staggered breaths. it makes you feel like a teenager again, steamy makeout sessions on the couch at a party between giggles, but you feel more comfortable now— leaning into him, hidden away in the corner rather than stood in the middle of the room as his tongue binds with yours.

every kiss with yuuta felt messy but purposeful, his hold on you was strong and his mouth was hot— pressing into you, pushing his name between your lips as his cold fingers hook around the back of your neck to squeeze and you melt, everytime he does it, with every exhale he breathes into you.

you’re so lost in eachother you barely notice the way the seats surrounding you begin to fill up quickly, the drunken party-goers lured into the living room as panda and maki act as ring leaders. the booming sound of their voices draws back you and your boyfriends attention, although his eyes remain on you.

you listen intently, albeit a little kiss drunk and drowsy as you press into yuuta— you hear the never have i ever name being dropped and you know immediately what’s happening, finding a giddy smile pulling at your lips at the nostalgia that follows along with the title. you’re familiar with it ofcourse, familiar with the giggles and secrets that the game always seemed to spill— it reminded you of younger times, but you think it’ll be exciting now as maki gives you a wink before pushing the half-full beer in her hand in your direction.

“come on, you’re playing right? can’t do it empty-handed.” she falls down on the other side of the couch next to you as panda stays in his place in the middle of the floor. you feel yuuta nose at your cheek as he explains the rules, urging you for another kiss— to turn back now that he’s acquired an even bigger audience to claim you infront of. but you don’t budge, so he relents as his fingers squeeze at your waist.

“are you playing? i thought you’d want to go home instead, it’s late.” he tries again, another last ditch effort to get you home as it goes over your head. he accompanies the question with the captivating pull of his hands as he squeezes at you from where you’re almost sat on his lap.

another press of his lips and you’re smiling, “yeah, i love this game! you’ve never played?” you reply like it’s obvious and you don’t see the flash of disappointment flash across yuuta’s features because he smiles too. he leans into you slightly,

“w-what are the rules?” suddenly he’s more than eager, albeit in his own awkward way. it’s only normal for your boyfriend to want to know everything about your other loves— apart from him ofcourse. his eyes are on you as you as he asks, gazing up at you like he’s mapping out your features. like he hasn’t memorised them already.

“listen, panda’s explaining them.” and yuuta does, he listens to the game rules while his hands squeeze into your skin, he misses the taste of your lips already— wishes he could have them again. the rules are simple to follow, but he thinks maybe it’ll be his chance to let everyone see the things you both have done together— all of the different ways he’s claimed you, taken you as his own over and over again.

“ah, i don’t have a drink.”

“we can share.” you say it so softly, without hesitation and it makes him feel warm— drawing him in until he’s kissing once at the corner of your lips and squeezing you even closer into his side as he knocks his forehead against your temple softly.

“okay.”

the game starts out innocently enough; never have i ever told a lie, snuck out of my house— but then as you expect, as always it morphs into something a little spicier; never have i ever fucked someone in my childhood bed, fucked on a boat, eaten whipped cream from someone else’s body and with every question, every press of your lips to the beer as you take a drink, you feel yuuta fidget uncomfortably at your side as his gaze cuts into you.

he doesn’t remember this, because it wasn’t him on the other side of these experiences— looking down at you as you lapped at the cream on his body or wrapped up in the comforter of your childhood bed. it should’ve been him, he should’ve been the only one to touch you, to feel you, it wasn’t fair that people have taken what’s his— that they’d taken advantage of you, knowing he wasn’t there to protect you. it wasn’t fair. it hurts. why won’t you look at him.

his hands ball so tightly you can see the tendons, even in the low light. the keen edge of his jealousy was like flint, a spark away from fire.

“baby? we didn’t do that.” the words were expressionless, they carried no hint of anything you could read. you know you hadn’t went over your past relationships with eachother. but he’s looking at you like you’ve burned him, betrayed him as his words hiss from between his teeth— just loud enough to be spoken to you only when you finally turn to meet him. his gaze feels empty, but he blinks up at you like he’s begging you to put him at ease— you’re lying, right?

to yuuta, you were his everything— his only, was it wrong for him to expect the same level of respect, of loyalty from you? hadnt you been waiting for him to find you, to love you. it’s cruel, that’s why he’d told you— he’d promised to kill anyone who’d try to break you apart, he should’ve warned you that the promise extends even more to the people who’ve seen, felt you before him. who’ve stolen what’s rightfully his.

“oh, never have i ever hooked up in gojo-sensei’s classroom?” you shift at that, yuuta feels it— picks up on the way it’s accompanied by the same reaction from the other side of the room and his low-lidded gaze, his instincts follow that movement until it locks on its owner.

kamo noritoshi, they were in the same year at school— albeit noritoshi attended the kyoto campus but they’d met a few times. normally at the good-will festival — yuuta had never found him to be too impressive, the years that he’d participated he remembers beating him, single-handedly— if you could call it that. maybe he should’ve hit him harder, had you already met before that day? because now he’s looking at you, looking at what’s his with such a heat in his gaze that makes something boil dangerously beneath his skin.

suddenly, there was an ache in him, like a rotted tooth. but this doesn’t mean anything not yet, so yuuta presses closer— his eyes are back on you and he watches you, like he’s waiting. like he’s hoping, you wouldn’t hurt him like that, right?

you feel your cheeks burn significantly when your hand twitches, almost in sync with noritoshi’s at the other end of the room as you go to knock back the remaining liquid at the bottom of your cup. it earns you a few hoots and whistles from the surrounding ex-students, your friends— but just as you feel the plastic cup press to your lips, your movement goes no further before it’s stopped by a cool, tight press of something that wraps around your wrist. almost like a plea.

“please, don’t.” your pulse jumps, for a reason that you don’t know when you turn to the source of the voice, the source of the vice grip that’s coiled it’s way around your hand. yuuta has looked at you a thousand times, but theres something different in his gaze, an intensity that you’re not familiar with. your mouth feels dry and you can hear the sound of your throat as you swallow.

“it’s not fair.” his voice was cool, but you see his jaw tighten, just a little. “you didn’t tell me.”

his face twists and almost, you think you see anger and your nerves seem like they sing with the danger of it. you almost reach for him, to soothe him, to reassure him before it can go further but your fingers rest in the air where they reach with his next look. instead, yuuta rises, giving the room a sorry smile before he’s excusing himself—

“ah, sorry— i gotta go to the bathroom.” something tugs at you with his words, just beneath your skin.

“hah? what the hell?” maki calls after him and noritoshi is looking at you both now despite the way your boyfriend pushes into the hallway suddenly. he can sense the shift in the atmosphere and you notice the uncomfortable shift in his form as he seems to sink deeper into the couch. you feel warm under your clothes suddenly, embarrassed— guilty? you’re not sure, but it’s almost immediate the way you find your body pushing up to follow.

you’re driven by the obedience, the love he’s knowingly buried into you.

“i’m gonna go check on him.” you echo a few seconds later, you’re deliberately avoiding the eyes at the other end of the room but you still manage to meet maki’s before you’re turning to leave. she gives you an almost knowing look despite the way her face stays neutral.

“hey!” panda calls but maki cuts him off as she groans, like she’s trying to save face.. for both your sake.

“agh, leave ‘em— get onto the next one, will ya!”

yuuta feels like he’s in a daze as he stalks down the hallway, he didn’t realise you’d known the kyoto students like that— known him like that without him even picking up on it. he’d let him live with those memories, he wonders if he still thinks about you? the press of your soft skin beneath his palms, how far had you gotten? what desk had you used? had he sat at it previously? studied at it? his chest rises and falls rapidly, like its trying to keep pace with his thoughts.

it’s like all of the work he’s done has been erased, your schedule he’s memorised— the people he’s steered from you, the relationships he’s ruined, not knowing that noritoshi was right there. knowing the face you make when your mind is thick with pleasure, was he able to satisfy you the way your boyfriend does? does he still remember how tight your walls squeeze as you cum?

the bathroom door closes behind him and yuuta breathes heavy as his forehead rests against the cool wood. he feels like he’s losing his mind, his progress, his facade. but he listens, he recognises the footsteps that sound a few seconds later and he smiles.

“yuuta?” your voice calls as you push yourself down the hallway, you hope he hasn’t left yet— the idea makes something pulse in your chest, something ache in the space between your ribs because you don’t see the signs, you’re blind to them when it comes to his love.

another step and you can still hear the party raging on in the room you just left, although the hallway is eerily quiet. the floorboards squeak as you go to pass the bathroom and suddenly— you’re moving, pulled forcefully into the room so quickly that you don’t even hear the door open and you go to scream, you almost do.

the movement is so fast it steals the air from you, takes it forcefully from your lungs and it’s almost instinctive the way your arms raise to push at his chest, to push him away. until you realise that the person stood across from you now, was the one you were looking for in the first place. but the door is slammed behind you and now it’s just you two in the stuffy party bathroom. you look at him, there’s something different looking back. you can barely speak.

“sorry, did that scare you?” there was something uneasy about the silence that settles between you both; like a held breath, like the rabbit beneath the hawks shadow and you can feel your pulse striking your skin. the deep blue of his eyes seem to seep into you, to fill your throat to choking. you couldn’t cry out even if you dared too.

“but you came. i knew you would” a tightness he hadn’t noticed was there in his chest— eased a little, he wouldn’t lose you yet. his voice is sweet despite the carnal look he’s giving you, his eyes seem darker in this lighting.

“i thought you left.” finally you speak and your voice rises warm and resonant, sweetly pure. would you have been upset if he did? you would’ve left with him though, wouldn’t you? not that he was ever too far away, not from you, not ever.

“not without you,” he steps forward and something burns hot in you, an impatience, a certainty. like he’s telling you he’s about to have exactly what he wants, you’re about to give it to him. but something in his demeanour makes you step back, to press yourself against the door until he’s over you— caging you there, claiming you like trapped prey. the heat rises up your neck, his fingers wrap over your face and you can smell nothing but him as he curls over you. the push of his lips seem only a second away from pressing into yours. “i’d never leave you.”

“yuuta, what was that back there?” your stomach trembles and a warm drop of pleasure spreads beneath your skin. why do you want more still? you press your palms against his chest.

“i beat him once.” you can’t move, watching. you almost don’t breathe. his face is calm and blank, not tensed with effort like the strain of his voice would suggest but then his words settle and the room grows quiet again despite the music through the door behind you. it feels stuffy, you’re trembling. are you scared? “at the good-will festival.”

he eyes you for a reaction, “did you love him?” the sudden swoop of your stomach, his unsettlingly quiet anger. you were like a fish eyeing the hook.

“yuuta ofcourse i didn’t.”

“baby, i didn’t like it,” your stomach rolls, awash with nerves and relief at once. you drink him in, there’s hurt in his gaze— his bangs fall slightly over his eyes when your own hold them. “i couldn’t think..” his teeth grit and he exhales before he continues, voice returning to something sweet. like his mask slipped, even if only for a moment. “i couldn’t think about you with him,”

“the way he was looking at you.” he goes on and you rasp softly as he draws his fingertips along your jaw before he squeezes, the press of the promise ring on his finger is cold,

“you’re mine. all of you. do you remember?” his voice was warm with desire, you feel it heat across your skin. the strength of your lust, the speed in which it flowers, shocks you. you can’t breathe now but you don’t struggle, any normal person would run— would be able to see the red flags, the warning signs that are so hard to miss but you don’t. not with yuuta, not when he’s staring at you— when he’s already caught you like a wolf with the rabbit's neck between his teeth. “that’s what you said. you promised.” he strokes you with his left hand and your hips lift to the touch, you pull him closer and you tremble.

“i’m yours,” your mouth opens underneath him and the warmth of his throat pours into yours. you couldn’t think, couldn’t do anything but drink him in, each breath as it came, the needy movements of his lips before his tongue follows.

it’s desperate, messy— yuuta’s claiming you like a dog. the kiss is full of teeth as he grabs at you, presses you even tighter into the door behind you as his body pushes flush against your own until your lungs quiver.

he’d normally much prefer to take you home into the comfort of your own bedroom, so he can take his time with you— pull out as many orgasms as he wants, the ones he owns without interruption. but now, he wants the whole party to know who you belong to, who’s name you moan when you cum and cream and he’ll make sure the walls remember it too. everything he does, he does for you. can’t you see that?

“i-i’m sorry, i can’t wait.” yuuta groans, exhales warm against your lips and you grab at him, your hands are in his hair to pull and he drools into the kiss— sucking at your tongue and pressing his already hard cock against the intimate skin between your thighs. “i.. i need you, baby. please.. give me what’s mine.” his words are a hormone-drunken plea and you’re hooked, drinking them up intoxicatingly— you’d let him ruin you if he asked if that same kind tone. like he hasnt already, for anyone else that is.

“i want you, yuuta. c-cant wait either.” it’s a strong pull as he moves you, but not disorientating, yet you still feel your skin burn hot where his long fingers are pressing through the thin fabric of your clothes. the fabric feels like it moulds even closer to the shape of your figure—almost like there’s nothing between his palm and your skin. he turns you both, almost stumbling across the already small bathroom, but he keeps you upright, stepping back without breaking his lips from yours until you’re pressed against the ceramic sink on the counter in the corner.

“he needs to know,” yuuta pulls away to breath deep, his palms resting against your cheeks, drawing his fingertips along them as he looks at you. “i need to know. to know it’s love.”

“i love you, i love you more than anyone.” he hums and you gasp when he finally kisses you again, cutting off your sentence before it’s replaced with a breathless exhale and he takes the opportunity to dip his tongue past your lips, allowing it to glide along your own as he tastes you.

it’s almost desperate, the way you’re pulling him closer — giving into his thoughts, his own fogged mind, you found yuuta’s devotion to be charming especially when it was coated in pretty words and compliments. he had you bending to his will, playing the part of the perfect girlfriend that he knew you’d be. you only needed him to complete you, to push you in the right direction, to love you.

you feel a coiling pleasure that’s been building tighten delightfully and his hand squeezing your waist only makes it burn brighter. you whimper against his lips and the sound drives him closer, practically pinning you against the small countertop that holds the sink behind you both until it’s squeezing against the back of your thighs.

“you’re so pretty, so warm.” yuuta groans and the deep drone of his voice curls down your spine, you can’t pull yourself away from him—not that it was even a possibility, with the way his strong grip keeps you in your place against his chest. his palms explore the topography of your hips, down your waist and up your thighs from where he’s pinning you onto the surface beneath you. he’s grabbing at you, pulling at your bones like he’ll rip you from your skin— dig through to your heart to have you, to consume you, devour you entirely and bury his love in the deepest parts that remain.

“hurry, please—” you plead against his mouth, breathing heavy with him and he feels sticky at the words, spoken against his lips. he feels his cock twitch and thicken behind his pants, he’s leaking already— heart racing from your touch alone, the kisses aswell. his thumb squeezes into your skin before he’s licking into your mouth; burying soft groans into your throat like they’re honeyed secrets and he’s losing himself in the dizzy spin of the room.

“say it first, for me.” yuuta grunts, almost begs and the kiss breaks wet as he stands tall, taps on the back of your thighs to help hoist you up onto the counter top before you jump eagerly and he’s slotting himself between them. he presses into the heat between your thighs as he almost stutters deeper, he wants nothing more than to sink into you completely.

but his relaxed bangs fall messy over his eyes with his next exhale, low-lidded and convincing. the dark glint in his eyes almost has you in a trance. “i love you, yuuta. have all of me. take it.”

your fingers tangle in his hair once more and yuuta can’t help but continue kissing you when you give him what he wants, what he needs. the hem of your skirt slinks up with his wrists, slender digits squeezing at the fat and muscle it reveals as his hands stroke up your thighs, pushing your skirt up until your legs spread around him and his fingers are trailing closer to where he needs to be most.

it happens so fast, it’s so desperate when you feel him push your panties to the side messily and the first swipe of his finger between your folds is purposeful, but rushed. he drags the rough pad of his finger beneath the hood of your clit as he rolls the sensitive bud and you twitch, grabbing onto the fabric of his shirt before the wet disconnect of his lips from yours has you whimpering softly.

the pretty sounds you make for him still make him burn.

“you’re so wet. so soft. d-does it feel good?“ yuuta hums before he’s deliberately pressing down onto your puffy clit harder, eagerly, like he knows what you’re gonna say before you even do— he does, because he knows you best, every part of you, every response and twitch. but you nod cutely and he keeps up the same pace and pressure until you’re wet enough for him to push two fingers inside, almost whimpering when he’s not met with much resistance.

his fingers are long and you hiss at the stretch but you feel something blissful flutter in your tummy when you watch him fall onto his knees between your thighs hungrily. “did he make you feel this good?” he shifts one over his shoulder as he keeps you spread, you know who he means when he gazes up at you from under his lashes. you shake your head almost frantically, panting, you can’t risk him stopping.

“its okay, i forgive you,” yuuta whispers and the words pour over your folds, “because it’s mine now. the sooner you forget about everyone else, the better. they’re not good for you, i’ll give you lots of love, i promise.” he angles his fingers inside of you up with angled purpose, like he’s showing off his knowledge of your body, of the reactions he can pull out of you so easily. but there’s some truth to his words now, he’d intentionally broken you that way— now even the press of your own fingers long to be replaced with his own.

he brushes them against the spongy spot inside of you until you’re slapping your palm over your pouty lips in a sorry attempt to muffle how needy you sound. but that won’t do, not when he’s got a point to prove— what’s his to claim, he needs everyone to hear it. who owns you, who loves you, who’d kill for you.

“don’t do that. i need to hear you, please.” yuuta’s warm breath rolls over your slick folds, it’s a second his eyes break from your own, transfixed and low-lidded with hunger as he watches his digits sink into you. until his head lowers and his tongue is curling against your clit before he’s dragging it back up, he’s watching you again when your lips part to moan and it makes his cock twitch.

it’s languid the way he pumps his fingers in and out of your wet heat, but he licks at the space between your folds like he’s starving— his movements thick with hunger and lust as he gives you another look. one that makes something sharp nip at your spine. you’re not embarrassed at how loud you’re being now because he told you it’s fine, it’s his afterall— it’s what he wants, needs, so it would be rude of you to keep that from him, what’s his— when he’s being so good for you.

the pretty sounds from your lips curl against the small walls of the bathroom and you can still hear the deep bass, the giggles and laughs from the living room despite the lewd squelching from between your thighs, drowned out with yuuta’s slurps and smacks that are currently even louder. if someone were to pass by, they’d know what was going on— who it was considering the mantra of his name that you’re repeating like a prayer. like he’s your god despite the way he’s the one worshipping you.

he continues to sink his fingers into you, swirling tantalising circles into your clit with his tongue while his fingers drag more slick out, making a wet mess between your thighs as he laps it back up and buries his face into you with a loud swallow. every noise is so much messier than the one before, echoing from his chest while your hands grab and curl in the dark roots of his hair to pull. just how he likes, the pain makes his insides almost curl, tremble and shake. he needs more.

yuuta licks into your pussy and you almost choke on a babbled cry of his name as you shake against the counter top. you feel him flatten his tongue against your sensitive clit before he’s sucking it gently between his lips and suckling until butterflies pool in your stomach.

“who are you thinking of?” your pussy throbs around his fingers and he breathes a warm sigh across your skin. your eyes clench tight as your thighs quiver against the width of his shoulders and your head drops back as his dark gaze cuts up into you. you feel him drag his tongue in slow, thorough swirls over your clit as your hips rock side to side. like you’re chasing the friction, begging for him. your actions almost answer the question itself.

“you,” your head lolls forward, but your words don’t falter— your certainty makes something burst warm along the back of yuuta’s neck as he looks up at you. he couldn’t help it, he had to check— had to make sure that you weren’t thinking of someone else as your boyfriend fucked you. it should be only him, always.

“do you promise?” he asks again, just to be sure and you blink— head rolling back when he brushes his fingers against the gummy, sensitive spot inside of you and you squeeze, cry for him.

“yes! i p-promise,”

“that’s good. you’re close, i can feel it.” yuuta tells you, purrs against your folds as he works you with practiced precision. his eyes are still on you despite the way your hips twist under his touch but his body leaves you suddenly and he pulls away to break through the suddenly suffocating layers of his clothes.

“s-sorry, i need to feel you around me. i need it. all of it.” a ragged sound leaves you at his words, as he begs to feel you and it has you feeling drowsy and pliant despite the orgasm he’s ripped from you so cruelly. he quickly reveals the soft planes of his ivory skin, shoving his slacks down just enough for his cock to spring out and smear precum along the skin of your thighs as he draws closer.

yuuta really was gorgeous in his own way, dark hair messy where it falls over his face, his hand sweeping it back before he’s stepping forward and shooting you a lidded, almost sleepy look. it was like another side to him, one that he kept hidden away— like a body under the stairs or a secret. but he’s flushed to the tips of his ears despite the shadows that pool in the depth of his gaze, and you suddenly feel like you can’t get enough air with each breath.

his dark eyes pull like the tide, no matter how you swim against it.

“yuuta, i want to cum.” his smile grows, almost giddy and sweet with how much you want him— the way you rely on him to make you feel good. the way you purr his name and grab at his skin, is this how you act for him alone? but his whole body trembles when your fingers reach forward to wrap around the base of his cock, a plea— you’re begging for him and who is he to deny you of that.

he’s all you’ll ever need, this moment was proof enough. will you let him keep you all to himself? you’d make a pretty centrepiece in his bedroom— locked away in there forever.

“i know, baby. you need me for that, remember? i told you.” you won’t be able to love anyone but me. you feel yuuta grab you in a strong grip before he’s wrapping your thighs around his hips, but any other words are choked upon when the head of his cock finally finds your flexing cunt.

you both gasp as he sinks carefully up inside you, his hands squeezing and pulling your hips closer to his as your back arches. his cock sinks into you slowly despite the need in his movements, it’s like he’s savouring the sweet pull of your body and your cunt, like he’s being lured to his demise by a siren— a succubus. he’d follow you anywhere, he’d wait for you in hell. the length of him curves upwards and feels warm inside of you, gliding so sweetly past the spots along your walls that make your whole body twitch, your pussy tightening harder around him the deeper he goes.

“you’re always s-so tight.” yuuta’s cool fingers grope just a little too hard at your hips, dragging you along his cock as he forces your walls to spread open for him and he feels something ache deep in his stomach. his desire is heavy in each laboured breath he takes as he tries to keep a firm grip on his composure— albeit it seems to slip with every saccharine squeeze of your thighs and cunt around him. but his eyes remain on you. “always.” the squeeze is like his own little reminder that nobody has touched you since he did last either. he always liked to check. to be sure.

you can only reply with a sound that’s high pitched and needy when the weight of his hips finally rest against yours and he bottoms out. but you only seems to draw him closer, pulling him into you so he can drool and smear more kisses along your features— like the way a dog would appreciate its owner. mark you in his scent. cover you in it, he’d bury you between his ribs.

you’re both sweating hard but yuuta stills feels cold, his touch soothes your overheating skin and it lights a fuse that fizzles into something that feels even better. “yuuta, please move!” he feels his toes and fingers curl when you bear down on him eagerly, greedy for it, eager for more of his love. the love that he’s more than willing to pour into you, even if you choke on it.

“s-sorry,” he finally pulls his hips back, dragging his cock out of you and your pussy squeezes down tight on him in response, like it’s trying to lure him back inside, keep him forever. you’re tightening around each inch you lose as his fingers dig bruises into your hips and he rolls them back into you, beginning a steady pace with another slow withdrawal.

he wants you louder, messier— all his.

a whimper leaves you when you feel yuuta’s head dip towards yours, his body leaning over you to smear a few more kisses along your jawline. he’s working your hips to meet the encouraging pull of his hands from where they’re messaging, squeezing your skin with his bruising grip and you drink it up eagerly.

the pace he’s sent isn’t fast, albeit not helped by the cramped space and the way he doesn’t want to hurt you, but the drive behind each thrust still remains— he’ll make love to you anywhere. always. he can’t be close enough to you, something in his bones wills him closer and he can’t look away— he wants your eyes on him, your heart in his hands, all of you bare. your soul. your entirety.

your body claps against yuuta’s as he kisses over your skin, teeth nipping at your neck hungrily, but determined to leave marks before his lips are gliding along the sensitive spots that have you twitching.

“y-you’re squeezing me, it feels so good. so p-perfect.” he looks at you again, emphasising his words with a few sharp thrusts, before his pace inevitably speeds up, he’s gripping so tight into your skin that he’ll surely leave bruises— he hopes he does. your hips press almost painfully into the cool countertop behind you but he’s bending your body like you’re clay between his palms. he can’t stop, you won’t let him.

“yuu— fuck, faster.“ you finally manage to respond, whispery and choked off, but you can’t deny the physical reaction you have to yuuta’s compliments, as always. your tight cunt bares down tight around him and you both gasp before his breaks off into something dreamier, his pace stuttering as follows it with a few slow, deep thrusts into your doughy pussy.

“i’d do anything for you.” he whispers, like a reminder smeared along your skin— he’d write it in blood if it would make you remember. “only for you.” and you bask in it, want to give back all that you can as he kisses along your face. he inhales the sweet familiar scent of your perfume that’s now mixed with his own scent and he feels something carnal boil in his stomach. “do you know that? everything is for y-you.” every twisted little scenario made to bring you closer. it’s all with your best interests in mind, to keep you with him.

yuuta repositions his feet and takes up a pace that’s a little faster, rougher, pounding into you mercilessly as he marks your skin as his—leaving blooming marks between soft kisses along your neck and jawline.

it was always intoxicating to see him like this, to feel him so unfiltered and hungry, digging orgasms out of you like he’s starving— his sexual prowess still catches you off guard, no matter how many times you’ve had him like this. the positions he’s put you in— the places he’s taken you. a groan kicks out of his chest when the harsh slap of his hips makes your thighs tighten around him, and you feel your own hips tremble, as do your lungs like you’re looking over the edge of a cliff. you’re almost blind with pleasure.

“s-so pretty, so pretty.” yuuta tells you, his praise dripping through your rocking body and down your spine and it feels like he ignites something in you— something twisted and dark. he makes your insides curl and ache as your lips drop open to moan his name and his own ragged breathing cools the spit over your ignited nerves. you’re past caring now— but he hopes they hear you. “i won’t let him touch you again. it’s not f-fair. you’re mine. i’d beat him again…. and again, and a-again.” he’s grunting, babbling, words lost and hidden between huffs of your name— pants as he breathes deep. you can barely hear him.

your nails dig into his forearms, pressing as you arch your chest against his own— pushing closer, heart to heart, “g-gonna cum—“ you gasp, lips parting in a pretty o-shape as pleasured tears gather at the corners of your thick lashes. his gaze falters for a moment, from you to your creaming pussy then back to you, and he feels like the breath is punched from his lungs at how pretty you look lost in the pleasure he’s giving you. as always. he’ll never tire of the sight of you— the smell, your touch. he’d recognise you even in darkness.

“look at me, on me, b-baby. please” yuuta’s words slur, scratchy and growly, letting his fingers trace along your sweat slicken skin to roll your puffy clit as he continues to pound against the right spot inside of you. the ones he’s memorised, that only he knows. nobody else would have you like this, so fucked-out, so pliant. you listen, you blink up at him— gaze cloudy beneath your lashes but you’re looking at him and it makes his chest squeeze, burn.

you’re more than eager to give yourself up to him completely after a few more clapping thrusts, arching your back as you whine long and wordless for him. the hot rush of bliss and warmth settles over your skin when you cum, the fluttering press of your pussy throwing you into an orgasm so intense you see white behind your eyes.

“i love y-you, i love you.” yuuta purrs, his cock flexing and it doesn’t take him long before he’s giving in to the needy coax of your cunt and spilling thick and hot inside of you. a low whine rumbles low in his throat as his body curls over yours with a sharp groan—pinning you to the cool surface beneath you as the sink digs into your skin.

the room is now filled with nothing more than your ragged pants as you both try to catch breath, but his body blankets you, he’s still much too pre-occupied pressing kisses to your cheeks and mouth to notice the way you’re shaking beneath him.

“yuuta, come on.” you giggle a few seconds later as the haze in your mind clears, the sound of your laugh makes yuuta shudder— push even closer despite the way you’re wrestling to push him off. you finally separate, peel away from eachother— your faces puffy and half-bruised from kisses.

“are you ready to go home now?” your boyfriend calls soothingly as he massages at your skin, letting your feet dangle from the countertop as he kneads at the skin between your hip and thigh. his eyes are on you as he stares at you, a whisper of a kind smile on his lips.

“okay, yeah. i’m definitely tired now.” you laugh and yuuta’s eyes close with his next smile.

“i’ll stay over. so i know you’re safe.” he helps you to your feet as he brushes down your clothes before fixing his own, pulling your panties back over your pussy before his load can leak out. he likes knowing you’re holding him, full of him— although it makes something in his bones shake at the idea of people seeing him drip from between your thighs instead. maybe next time.

“yuuta you’ve stayed over every day this week.” your words jostle him slightly from his lewd thoughts, catching him off guard so much he almost can’t hide the pout your answer brings from him. you’re smiling, but your words almost feel like a rejection.

“is that bad? i miss you when you’re not there, i get worried.. incase something happens.” yuuta’s hand captures yours as he stares at you but you don’t say anything. “if i stayed forever.. it would be easier.. to protect you, then i’d never have to leave.” the expression you’re wearing is unreadable, not giving him the slightest hint of what you’re thinking and it makes him uneasy. are you leaving him? do you not want him by your side? after all of those times you’ve asked him to be with you forever? were those lies?

if only you knew you’d never been without him, even when he’s not there he is— always, watching, protecting. it’s not hard for him to get into your apartment. you make it so easy.

“i’m sorry, too much? i just don’t want to leave you yet.” yuuta exhales, the space in his chest hurts. put him at ease. for love.

“n-no, no it’s fine. it’s cute. you can stay over.” your hand squeezes his as you go to reach for the door and he moves to let you go first— smiling down at you before the door opens and your lips part to gasp.

“huh? noritoshi?” you’re unaware of how long he’s been standing there but the flush on his cheeks and the sudden restriction in his pants would serve as proof enough if you weren’t already embarrassed. but you feel yuuta lean over you again, like how he was at the start of the night except his attention leaves you this time— his haunting gaze is focused on someone else. he’s like an animal making a show of claiming it’s mate infront of another.

“um…. sorry, were you waiting?” your words are quiet, the encounter is awkward to say the least but noritoshi clears his throat despite the way he’s deliberately looking anywhere but at the two of you.

“ah, no..” he starts, “you text me. you told me to come. i thought you may be in danger.” his phone is in his hand as he turns it to you and you’re there, your number— asking him to do just that.

“i…. didnt.” it doesn’t make sense, you don’t remember the last time you even had your phone, had you left it in the living room? was this meant as some sort of prank? but who would want noritoshi to hear you and yuuta? what sort of twisted prank was that.

“she has me. i’d protect her myself. that’s what pure love is.” yuuta finally speaks after a few moments of silence, his voice is lower than normal— not the sweet tone it takes when he speaks to you. his arms squeeze tight around your waist to pull you closer and you’re still too lost in thought to pick up on the tension between the two men in the hallway. noritoshi swallows thick and yuuta leans forward to press a kiss against your cheeks before he speaks, his gaze doesn’t budge from infront of him as he does.

“baby. we should go.” the petname is soft, back to his usual gentle tone and accompanied by the pull of his hands as he guides you back through the hallway, “excuse us.”

“yeah..” you’re confused— you’re not sure what’s happening as yuuta untangles himself from you to lead you away and suddenly you really are tired, ready to tuck yourself into bed and cuddle against your boyfriends chest. you need a well deserved shower considering how sweaty you feel underneath your clothes. but still, you can’t stop your mind from retracing your steps, you’ve not seen your phone since you got here, you remember texting maki— letting her know you’d arrived… that was the last text you sent… you didn’t bring a bag, had it fallen out of your pocket? you remember you were getting annoyed about holding it… you remember… your boyfriend… offering to keep it in his pocket.

you blink up at yuuta, but goosebumps seem to rise along the back of your neck when you notice he’s already looking back. he smiles, kind, before he squeezes at your intertwined palms as he leads you.

his hand still feels cold where it holds yours.

doesn’t it feel nice to have someone care about you so much?

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starlit letter ⟡ part 1

𐑺 ˖ ࣪࿐ྂ WHAT YOU NEED, GOJO SATORU

as much as your boyfriend gojo adores you, he never likes to give into you too easily especially when it means he can tease you a little longer.. atleast until he hears you beg for it.

summary. fem reader. creampie. a lot of teasing. a longer version of this post. edging. pet names; princess, baby. he calls you greedy affectionately. it’s still a little soft. wc, 2.1k.

note. this has been in my drafts since his birthday so i’m just clearing some stuff out. also, i miss him. i’m sorry this is barely proofread ᰔᩚ

your boyfriend gojo had always been some what of a tease, it was his own little way of loving you, always finding it somewhat rewarding when his efforts earn him one of your adorable pouts. whether it was little things like putting your belongings ridiculously high up so you couldn’t reach without him, or using his infinity to deny you of his kisses until you ask nicely.

but unfortunately, you weren’t immune to him, that’s why he was always so aware of the way a smile always threatened to pull at the corners of your lips and because of that, he always found himself smiling too.

sometimes gojo found himself thinking over his little schemes at work while his students were out training, mulling over ideas at his desk as he scrolled through your instagram feed. his free hand flicks at the edge of his blindfold before he lets it slap back along his pretty features— admiring you was one of his favourite little past times while he waits on you to reply to his text.

what will he do next to earn him one of those pretty little smiles that are reserved for only him? maybe even a few of those adorable little crystallised tears that clung to your lashes when his teasing was accompanied by the thick spread of his cock.

gojo groans at that, feeling the weight in his slacks rouse at the imagery of you beneath him— all pliant and pretty and begging for him, every tight, milking compression of your walls trying to lure out his load. you were always so greedy for it—

“oh?” the snowy haired sorcerer hums to himself as the realisation lingers, he offers himself a little relief with the press of his palm against his half-hard cock almost like a reward for his own genius thinking. he feels the weight twitch underneath his uniform slacks as his head drops back against his chair, and he sucks his lower lip between his teeth to huff when his palm squeezes along the clothed shaft.

lucky for him and his impressive brain, gojo’s just got the perfect idea to pull the exact reaction he needs out of you. even if it means he has to suffer through the remainder of the school day teaching half-hard with only you on his mind, he thinks it’ll all be worth it when he gets to return home to you to execute his little plan.

maybe not so lucky for you though, not at first atleast.

but you’re oh so tempting beneath gojo right now he almost forgets about his little mission entirely.

you’re spread out on your shared bed, soft thighs hugging around his hips and the way your lips part to pant, to moan and whine for him has his cock throbbing from where he’s letting it press into all the saccharine, sweet spots inside of you. your eyes are lidded and blown, almost rolling back with every languid rock of his hips and above all else you’re so wet and tight and close. 

but you’ve been close for the better part of about thirty minutes now and gojo knows that. that’s why whenever he feels you getting a little too close, when the flames of your orgasm begin to lick at the base of your spine and your thighs twitch— he makes sure to deliberately slow down, to pull back like he’ll leave you entirely and let you see one of his more pink-cheeked, handsome grins when you’re trying to pull him back in, thighs and pussy squeezing so hard like you’re scared he’ll pull out too soon.

he won’t, he never would… but he likes seeing you want, need him to stay.

so now you’re so needy for release you’re sweating hard, trembling beneath the huge hug of his greedy palms as they press and squeeze into your body. he’s pulling you closer until you’re flush against him, chest to chest as he smears kisses along your jawline and cheeks— like he’s trying to crawl into your skin and keep you there and he’s so big, in every sense, you can barely breathe with every rock of his hips with yours.

“s-satoru, please—“ you stutter begrudgingly, your voice breaks under the weight of your own arousal but the trembling undercurrent is only emphasised by the deliberately deep kiss of gojo’s cock with his next thrust. he likes hearing the way every wet squelch has your breath catching, lungs trembling along with your body beneath him.

“oh, you want somethin’ princess?” his reply is smug, he almost sings it along your cheek as he smears another kiss across the skin before he’s pulling back to smile again. but you can’t even be mad because the blue of his eyes glows softly when he looks at you and the next press of his hips into yours is loud and clapping as your toes curl almost painfully at his sides.

“please..” you try again and for a second gojo decides to humour you, to let his palm squeeze at your hips to pull you higher — angling you in a way that lets his cock graze sinfully along all of the right spots. for a second, you think he might let you cum but by the time you feel it, eyes rolling back as the cotton fills your mind— you feel cold as his hands leave you and you’re leaning up to grab at his shoulders, leaving crimson mark along his pale skin to pull him back over you before he can pull out and leave and he lets you so easily. so deliberately.

“gotta tell me what you need, baby.” his voice is soft as he looms over you again, tender despite the way he’s teasing you because the way he moves you, fucks you and loves you was still limitless. you feel his lips graze along your cheeks again before they press a sweet kiss to the corner of your own.

you can hear your heart in your ears, but you still manage to turn to meet his crystalline gaze as he gives you a real kiss, humming before you feel him smile against your lips. but he coaxes the answer out of you with his next languid thrust as his cock presses deep. “‘toru, ‘m so close. l-let me cum.”

“hm, what’s that? don’t know if you’re ready yet.” gojo grins as he looks over you but you recognise the way he pulls back as a good sign when his hands fall to your hips to squeeze.

“i.. i am—ah!” another slow rock into you and the lewd squelch your pussy makes has him smiling wider, letting his eyes leave yours in favour of admiring the way your slick folds spread around him. he presses his hips flush against yours with his next thrust, making you twitch— gasp at how deep it feels like he reaches before he’s watching his wet withdrawal. your slick clings to the snowy hair across his pelvis and the image makes him groan before he’s swiping his fingers through the mess you’ve made to chuckle, slender digits teasing close to your clit.

“oh, all ‘f me? such a greedy girl, aren’t ya?” you feel yourself burn when his eyes lift to touch yours again and the look alone has you reeling. your pussy squeezes tight around him and despite your foggy mind you still notice the way it makes his muscled abdomen tense, his hand on your hips squeezes almost too tight as he hisses through his teeth. he can’t keep this up forever.

“my greedy girl, hm?” gojo hums again but there’s a carnal drop in his tone this time as his lidded gaze holds yours. his snowy hair is framing his handsome, flushed features and the look of him alone makes you feel so close despite the way it’s accompanied by the trace of his hand along your stomach. you barely notice until the next press of his hands is between your thighs as he swipes at your clit. “and this pussy’s so greedy f’ me too, ‘s that it, princess?”

“s-satoru, yes! p-pleasepleaseplease!” you’re louder now, begging and panting and he fucking loves you like this as he takes up a pace that’s a little faster, heavier. it’s an improvement from the slow rock he’s kept you at majority of the night but it feels just as intimate as his fingers bare down eagerly between your folds.

“nice and loud, baby. i can’t hear you.” gojo teases despite the want that weighs heavy in his tone, words like his own plea as he lets his fingers roll your puffy clit in sticky circles. his movements pair 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 for the nth time tonight. he’ll never get tired of this feeling, of the way you’re looking at him so adoring and beautiful. “you want more of me, ‘s t-that it?”

he’s done holding back now because he’s gotten exactly what he wants, he’s got you where he needs you. the crystalline tears gathering at your lashes are killing him, you’re pretty and fucked out and he wants nothing more than to bury himself in you, to feel you squeeze and tremble beneath him as you cum.

“need you, ‘toru. i love y-you, all of you—please!” gojo repositions his knees as he begins 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.

“oh yeah? who am i to say no when you’re being s-so sweet f’ me.” he smirks but he makes sure to follow it up with an i love you as he gazes down at your fucked out features, leaning close to pepper you in more smeared, messy kisses.

“‘toru, gonna cum! fuck—“ you cry for him and gojo groans low as his hips press snug and tight against yours with the first, sudden, milking compression of your walls around his cock. he’s breathing hard as he coaxes and eases you through your eventual mind-numbing orgasm, the pleasure hitting you so hard and good after all of his teasing and edging that it almost hurts as you cream around him.

“wanted all of me, princess? yeah? s-so fuckin’ good f’ me.” he’s babbling but he doesn’t stop even when you’re panting and gasping with each shockwave of bliss he fucks through you, feeling his cock finally throb 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.

gojo pulls away to kiss you as he cums, whining long and low against the soft press of your lips as he cums thick and heavy inside of you, every heavy rock of his hips pushing out his load as he fills you. he shudders when he feels your tongue push against his, he’s pressing more i love yous and affirmations between your lips and he almost pins you completely underneath his huge body as he continues to fuck into your sensitive pussy.

he only stops when you’re both gasping, but instead of pulling away he lets himself drop on top of you as he continues your kiss— it’s lazier now, soft kisses and pecks as he twists into you, leaving you drowsy and pliant when he pulls away to look at you again. still, he’s smirking and suddenly you’re reminded of the torture he just put you through as you consider thwacking the pretty grin off of him.

“you’re so annoying, ‘toru,”

“is that right? you were saying somethin’ different a second ago, princess. you a liar now?” gojo still manages to gasp dramatically as he sends you a pointed look and his dramatics make you roll your eyes, considering it’s all you can do with the way his huge body blankets you.

you couldn’t roll away from him even if you tried, you’re not trying to either when you feel his fingers trace wobbly hearts into your waist.

“you’re evil,” another kiss and you know he’s won when his eyes seem to glimmer smugly as you give into him so easily. but still because you love him, you let your arms circle around his shoulders as he leaves your lips to send you a dramatic pout with his next crystalline, puppy dog blink. although he can still barely hide his smirk as his eyes narrow.

“mmm, so mean. i preferred the pretty sounds you were makin’ a second ago. you gonna let me hear them again, hm?”

“satoru!”

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Gojo!

Bill asked whether Korean is easy— no, no it’s not Bill-san and so is Japanese😔

Yuta my bbg <3

𐑺 ˖ ࣪࿐ྂ KNOW LOVE THY NEIGHBOUR, OKKOTSU YŪTA

you really think you got lucky when it came to your sweet, new neighbour yuuta. little do you know, luck had nothing to do with it.

summary. fem reader. yandere neighbour yūta. pervert yūta. mutual masturbation. non-con vouyerism. he listens to you get off from his apartment. stalking. obsession. reader is a little oblivious. aged up characters. yandere themes. switching perspectives. reader is tipsy when they first meet. inspired by this & this. manipulation. wc, 5.3k.

note. hiiii back with more yandere yūta although this is in a different world than the usual series :) same weird boy though. thank you anon for planting the seed for this ❤︎

you wonder if there’s such a thing as a perfect neighbour. atleast to the best of your knowledge and understanding.

you think if there was some sort of textbook definiton, you’re new neighbour, okkotsu yuuta, might slide into that category. you were nervous at first, as anybody would be at the concept of your sweet elderly neighbours leaving and being replaced with a twenty-something year old, single male who’d be living in the apartment directly attached to yours.

you half expected some alpha jock, irritating you with the sound of protein shakers and blenders at 5am and parties that went till 3 with hoots and hollers, women like a revolving door and you, poor you— basically having a front row seat to hearing them moan down the complex.

but instead, there was yuuta. he was quieter than you expected, a lot quieter and you’re pretty sure you went a few weeks at first without ever actually seeing him.

for a second, you thought maybe he didn’t move in at all— maybe something fell through and now the apartment next door is now just lying vacant, waiting for someone to inhibit the space.

that’s what you believed, until the one night that you’d maybe had a little more to drink than you’d planned after one of your best friends got dumped by their boyfriend. you had to make them feel better somehow. nothing a few shots couldn’t fix.

one unsteady step up your apartment stairs lead to another stumbled one, and despite the haze in your mind, you still remember cursing yourself for having to live on the third floor. but it was around 2am at that point, you felt warm from the alcohol but it was a nice buzz— one that made you want to strip yourself of your clothes and replace it with blankets and ice cold water instead.

you tripped, again as you approached your apartment door— following the emphasised movement with a long sigh before you grabbed at your bag to rummage around for your keys begrungingly. pushing past crumbled up receipts and pieces of gum until you finally found them.

but because you were still tipsy, you allowed yourself a silent little celebration at the idea of finally being home— so close to comfort of your mattress and freedom from your uncomfortable boots. you swayed as you went to push your keys into the door, fumbled slightly as you tried to catch yourself but your little feel good moment seemed to make you a bit dizzier than you expected as you stumbled.

that’s when it happened. you didn’t fall like you expected to, you’d even braced yourself for impact to smack against the concrete beneath you. instead, you remember the press of something hard behind you— like it appeared out of nowhere, out of nothing.

“are you okay? let me help you.” the voice that sounded from behind you was a low drawl that made you jolt significantly, but there was a sweet tone to it that made you settle and rock on your feet before it urged you to send a slow blink over your shoulder. that was the first time you’d met your neighbour.

you hadn’t heard a single footstep or felt another presence around you at all, it was probably the haze of your mind that didn’t pick up on it… something like that.

“oh, i’m sorry—“ you began as you both shared a look,

“it’s okay. don’t apologise.” but he cut you off, sending you a kind-hearted smile that made your suddenly tense figure relax a bit as he leaned over you gently. you didn’t notice his hand was on yours until it was pressing into the lock of your apartment door to twist, followed by the click of the lock before you’re looking at him again.

there was something about his presence, something that made goosebumps burst across your flesh in a way that made you jump away from him slightly as you pull your key back. you turned to look at him, back against the door and you think he picked up on how much he seemed to have startled you.

“sorry, did that scare you? im okkotsu yuuta. it’s nice to meet you.” it’s was almost shy, the way yuuta pushed a hand through his hair, letting it fall slightly over the next sleepy blink he gave you before he smiled again.

“oh, it’s nice to meet you.” despite the way he’d caught you more than a little off guard, you still owed him one for saving you from falling flat on your face and waking up your poor neighbours. so you continued the conversation as your apartment door creaked open slightly, letting you stand in the doorway to hold yourself upright this time. “do you live here?”

“i’m your neighbour.” the way yuuta replied to the question was charming, chuckling slightly as he fidgeted with his sleeves and you allowed yourself to give him a quick up and down look before the words registered and your mouth dropped open. ofcourse the first time you met him, you were a total mess.

“i’m sorry. this is such a bad first impression, i’m not usually like this.” you sighed, exasperatedly as you hid behind your palms and the momentary obstruction of your vision disguised the next step your neighbour took, pushing himself closer to you until he was almost in your doorway. you didn’t notice.

“it’s okay. i don’t mind at all.” another smile, he was a little too happy for some guy comforting his new neighbour at 2am but his demeanour made you smile as you peeked out from between your fingers. you didn’t think about it too much, you were too busy thinking that yuuta was a little more handsome than you expected — you remember wondering why you’d never met before. he was broad despite his character and nervous hands, dark-haired, pale skin. there was something about his set features, his eyes, almost expressionless and blank “do you need me to help you inside?”

you hadn’t realised you were staring until he’d asked, smooshed against the wall to the right of your doorway and despite the way his question was innocent you’re sure, there was something about it that made you feel suddenly cold.

“ah, don’t worry. i’ll be okay, i wouldn’t want to bother you anymore than i already have, i—“

“it wouldn’t be a bother. i promise.” you were suddenly aware of the silence of the hour when yuuta replied to your words again, echoing quickly and almost convincingly as his haunting gaze stayed locked on yours. it made you shudder, almost sober up significantly — you wonder if he picked up on the way he made you nervous. maybe it was the way he was looking at you, you felt both hot and cold under his stare at the same time and you wonder if he could hear the beat of your heart in the 2am silence.

“oh— its fine, really, i should probably get to bed, thank you again for helping me.” your voice shook when you answered but you hadn’t realised. still, your neighbour had respected your reply before he gave you another kind smile.

“y-yeah, im sorry. i’m just glad i got to finally meet you.”

the light from the moon through your window behind you caught and glinted in his eyes, making them strange, crazed, the luminous killer eyes that sometimes glow unexpectedly from a friend's face in a photograph. a trick of the alcohol that was still in your system maybe, your door began to close slowly as something heavy settled in your gut, and somehow you couldn’t look away as it did,

“yeah… you too, okkotsu.”

your ‘friendship’ had sort of bloomed from there and yuuta had fell into the sort of neighbour role a lot better than you expected. suddenly, since that night, you were seeing him everywhere— it turns out he tends to leave for work around the same time you do in the morning. but he was still always polite enough to carry out your trash when you happened to be doing it at the same time, he’d even take in your mail whenever you weren’t home, delivering it to you the same day with that same kind-hearted smile that he always wore.

there was even sweeter days when he’d drop you off a coffee from the shop down the road because he’d noticed your apartment light was still on late the night before. or sometimes even drop off leftovers or pastries that he didn’t want to go to waste, it was always a funny coincidence that they happened to be some of your favourite foods and sweets. he’d even accompanied you for groceries one day, given you both happened to be going to the same place anyway.

maybe it was some funny stroke of luck that you landed such a good guy next door. you think you could have it a lot worse.

—

it’s 6am when yuuta wakes up, albeit he doesn’t sleep much, not with you just next door.

it’s a saturday, so he knows unless you’ve got plans you’ll stay home today. on weekdays it’s different, he can normally hear you leave around 7am, he’s mapped your routine out that way, he’ll meet you in the hallway as he leaves for a ‘mission’ — even if he’s not expected until late that night. he doesn’t care when he gets to be the first face you see to begin your day. you always let him walk you out of the complex and he wonders if he’s become a part of your routine now.

he hopes you think about him as much as he does you.

but because yuuta’s still got a few hours before you wake up, he lets himself lie in, he knows your bedroom is just on the other side of his wall and he wonders if you’re awake yet— wrapped in your blankets and those pretty, lacy pyjamas you wear sometimes. he remembers catching a glimpse of them one morning when he’d dropped you off breakfast, he hopes you didn’t see the way his eyes lingered on where the fabric brushed along your thighs.

a few more hours and he hears the first soft creak of your floorboards as you rummage around on your bed. he hadn’t noticed he’d fallen asleep again until his eyes peek open and he hears you yawn exaggeratingly on the other end of the wall. but the sound makes him feel warm as he pushes closer to the cold concrete between you both, like it’s keeping two lovers separated as he brushes his hair back.

“good morning,” yuuta’s voice sounds, it’s low and sleepy but it still carries that same smooth drawl it always took when he spoke to you. “did you sleep well?” the question hangs in the air, unknowing to you but he still finds himself smiling like he can hear your voice reply.

he sighs as he stretches, rubbing at his eyes for a moment before he’s back to listening, you must’ve found what you were looking for on the other side but he knows you’re awake. he wishes he could be with you, drawing shapes on your skin with his hands, kissing you awake— he’d gladly wake you up with his face between your thighs, kissing and suckling softly at your pussy through your panties until you’re waking up with a soft moan of his name.

“i had a dream about you.” yuuta’s next statement is more strained, a little breathless as he leans onto his side. he gives the blank surface of his bedroom wall a slow blink before one of his hands reach out to brush the cold surface, “i.. i wish i could show you what we did.” his voice wavers, and his other hand trails it’s way down his abdomen to press into the ever increasing weight in his boxers. the slight friction makes his hips twitch into his palm as he sucks on his lower lip, eyes fluttering closed as he squeezes at his cock with a strained whine.

he wishes you could see the effect you have on him.

but still, he knows it’s filthy.. a little perverted the way he gets himself off to you in the morning. it’s just so easy for him to do it when you feel so close, when he knows you’re sinking into your soft mattress on the other side and he can’t help but imagine you helping him with the favour as he desperately pumps his cock.

yuuta’s moans are stuttered and long and sometimes he wonders if you hear him, the quiet calls of your name with every languid twist of his wrist— he can almost imagine you knocking on his door to offer him a helping hand. you were just so perfect like that, that’s exactly why he fell so in love with you.

it’s exactly why he moved here.

but having you so close makes it easier for him to get up in the morning when he hears you take your first step onto the floorboards just a few minutes after he cums, it’s like you wait for him to finish. he should probably clean himself up before you both start your morning routine anyway.

the rest of yuuta’s day goes quite like his morning does. he can tell exactly where you are in your apartment depending on the sound of your footsteps. he’s mapped it out from his previous visits, peering over your shoulder to make his own little blueprint in his mind. that way he knows which room you’re in given the distance, your steps or the sounds that follow. like if you’re in the kitchen cooking, if he goes in his own does that count as cooking together?

it’s 4pm when he decides to visit you first. he’s showered now, albeit his hair is still slightly messy but it always seems to be easily managed into the same sort of relaxed style he always wore it in. he’s not heard you leave today so he knows you’re home, in the living room — maybe you’re watching some tv or texting your friends. he’s sure you’ll be happy to see him.

yuuta stops just short of the door to his apartment as he sorts through the mail he keeps piled up there. they’re not his ofcourse, they’re yours — ones that he was fairly certain you wouldn’t notice if they didn’t arrive, spam mail or loyalty reminders at the local supermarket.

he was sure he probably needed them a lot more than you did, what other excuse would he have to visit you if he didn’t? not that he really needed one, it was for love afterall.

yuuta picks a few out from the pile before his eyes trace along the print of your name, letting his thumb smooth over the letters a few moments after before he’s smiling to himself. it doesn’t take him long to get to your apartment as soon as he leaves his own, four steps and he’s already there. his knuckles are wrapped and he feels suddenly nervous when they come down to knock on your door.

he’s missed you today.

the sound of your footsteps are distant but adorable as yuuta listens, he finds himself fidgeting with the hem of his shirt as he takes half of a step closer and his palms feel suddenly clammy with anticipation as he hears you near the door.

“oh, hi, okkotsu! is everything okay?” the lamplight he notices behind you is warm and the apartment seems still and snug. when he’s normally at home in bed, in his private abyss of longing, the scenes he dreams of always begin like this: a drowsy weekend, the two of you alone, scenarios in which you’d brush against him as if by chance, or lean conveniently close, fingers holding his to take the mail for a longing moment; opportunities which he would seize, gently but manfully, as exordium to more violent pleasures.

the smile you’re wearing is cute and bright, so pretty, he thinks helplessly. he loves you, he loves the very sight of you; you’re dressed in something comfortable and yuuta’s sure if he reached out you’d feel warm to touch. maybe just as warm as he feels right now, with the way love heats him from the inside out.

“ah, yeah, sorry. i forgot to give these to you yesterday.” it’s so gentle, the way he hands you the mail and you take it just as prettily. your fingers are soft when they brush against his own and he notices that you don’t shy away from the touch. it’s natural the way you pull away and his eyes are still on you when you sort through the letters.

he wonders if you feel the sparks, was the chemistry between you both so obvious?

“do you have plans today?” yuuta asks as he looks at you — oblivious, sorting through the spam mail with a pout, scarcely two feet away. he could lose himself forever in that singular little face, in the pessimism of your beautiful mouth. no i dont, do you want to come in? we can keep eachother company, he imagines those phrases cast in your voice, and they’re always intolerably sweet; now, standing right beside you, it was unthinkable that he should suggest the idea himself.

“oh no, nothing important. i’m just lazing around.” your voice is a dream-like call that draws him closer, like a siren calling him out to sea and he can’t help but want to stay here, to talk to you, to wrap himself around you. he wishes you’d invite him in so he’d have an excuse to look at you a little longer, but he knows he’ll have you forever eventually and love as pure as this takes time.

yuuta knows he should give you your freedom so you can find your way to him independently, but it hurts when he wants nothing more to keep you under lock and key for only him, especially when he knows whats best for you already. you’re going to spend the rest of your lives together.

“did you sleep well?” his next question is lower, like his longing is showing but the tone urges your gaze to lift and touch his as he feels himself flush under it.

“eh, it was fine. it was a little cold though so i couldn’t really get comfortable.” yuuta doesn’t know if he’s imagining things but he feels like your answer is suggestive, urging him to answer a little too quickly, a little awkwardly,

“my apartments warm,”

“really? i’m so jealous, mines is so cold.” you laugh,

your eyes are back on the mail again and he feels warmer than ever right now. surely you know what he’s implying, you looked happy when he hinted towards the idea. he wonders if you’d willingly come into his apartment if he asked, maybe you’ve been waiting on the invitation like he has been.

so yuuta looks at you before he takes another step closer and he’s not sure if you notice or if you choose to ignore it, if you want it and that’s why you let him. he’s close enough now that he’s just short of your doorway and if he were to take another step his chest would brush up against you and he’d be in your apartment.

he thinks it would be easy, quick to pin you against the wall behind you and kick the door closed. to taste you, feel the beat of your heart sync with his own when his lips and body are on yours. he’s the only one who’s allowed to touch you like that, you must be lonely — holding out for him and his love, he can almost feel the heat radiating from your body as he swallows and goes to close the distance.

“uh, if you want to, we can—“ yuuta begins, tone wavering under his nerves but also his want, need for you. although unfortunately, his idea is cut off by the shrill ring of your phone from the living room as you almost jump out of your skin. he thinks it’s cute when you jump, it makes him want to reach out to soothe you — to kiss you and assure you that you’ll never be scared again… if you would only give your heart to him that is.

“shit, is that my phone? i’m so sorry, okkotsu. thank you for the mail. your hair looks nice today, by the way.” it’s too fast, the short little wave you give him before he’s taking a step back as the door closes and he feels something heavy settle in his chest when he’s left alone and flushed to the tips of his ears.

the compliment catches him off guard and he can still hear the faint sound of your voice as you pick up the phone, albeit barely with the way his heart beat sounds loudly in his ears. he wonders who you’re talking to, do you tell your friends about everything he does for you? are you going to tell them about the compliment you just gave him? did they encourage you to finally make your move on him?

“t-thank you.” he eventually replies but yuuta knows he can’t hover outside of your apartment talking to himself forever, he wouldn’t want you to think he was weird but he can’t help that he already misses you. he wants to feel you beneath him, around him, to cover you in kisses and spit and him. he wonders what it’ll take for him to finally have you with him— he has a feeling you’re closer than ever right now. did you compliment him because you wanted to confess?

he’s still reeling from your words but he lets himself sigh as he falls down onto the sofa in his living room and he can still hear your voice slightly if he listens close enough, letting his mind spin itself in circles about who it could be calling you. it wouldn’t be another guy, would it? he knows you wouldn’t do something like that to him but he can’t help but worry. sometimes he’s still not convinced you’re even real— he just wants to feel that you’re his already.

he wouldn’t hesitate to kill anyone who might threaten to steal your love away from him before that.

by 9pm, he’s waiting. listening. sometimes he’ll be able to hear you singing while you make dinner, letting it lull him to sleep on the couch or sometimes he’ll make his own to consider it a shared sort of meal despite the way you’re both in separate apartments on seperate sofas. he hopes you can feel him there with you, like he always is.

but you’re not doing that tonight, you’re concerningly quiet despite the way yuuta knows you’re definitely home. he didn’t see or hear you leave afterall, maybe he should check on you? just to make sure you’re safe, just incase you need him.

he almost does, until he pushes himself up from his seat and by his first step he hears it, you. the sweet little whine that feels like it burns through him as he freezes where he stands. this is a first for you and your routine, are you really doing what he hopes you’re doing?

yuuta listens intently, his eyes are wide and his palms are clammy as he stands there but he has to be sure you weren’t just stretching, maybe you burned yourself on something but then he hears it again. it’s longer now, a soft moan that he follows through to his bedroom which means you’re in yours. are you thinking of him?

he follows the sounds like a bloodhound follows a scent before he’s crawling onto his mattress and straightening his back up slightly against the wall, letting his head fall back against the concrete as his fingers smooth under the waistband of his sweats.

another soft murmur from your lips and it’s louder now than ever, yuuta’s certain that your fingers are stuffed between your thighs. he wonders how many you can fit, what expression your face makes when it’s lost in pleasure, how snug and warm do your walls feel around your fingers? it’s instantaneous the way his cock throbs deep at the thought. he wishes he could see you up close, lower lip between your teeth, he finds himself listening to see if he can hear his name.

he sighs as he pushes down his sweats and boxers, allowing them to pool around his ankles as his cock springs free. he’s already sensitive as precum gathers at the blunt tip and he wraps his hand around the base to squeeze— giving it a few shallow pumps before he hisses through his teeth.

yuuta’s shoulder blades dig into the wall behind him as his thighs tremble, swiping his thumb along the beads of precum before smearing them along his shaft with a few lazy, languid pumps. he wishes he could hear more, hear the lewd squelch your fingers make when they sink into your walls— he wishes your clit was between his teeth as he replaced your digits with his own.

“i wish i could f-feel you.” his skin feels sticky as he continues his ministrations, thumping his head back against the wall behind him as his eyes gloss over and flutter closed.

its impossible not to think about you when you’re right there, fingering your pussy where he can hear you and he can’t help but think it’s for him. his hips buck, the fat head of his cock glistening and disappearing into his fist and the moan that pours from his lips sounds perfectly with the next one of your own. although he decides to muffle the next with his hand over his mouth, he wouldn’t want to ruin such an intimate moment between you both. but still his heart jumps at the sound of you.

“baby, does it feel good?“ yuuta grumbles against his palm, babbles as he clenches his jaw and he finds himself thinking about the way you said his name earlier. the way it was accompanied by the compliment you’d given him and the way your tone was dreamy and honeyed, lips wrapping around that sweet “okkotsu.” like it’s just for him and he can’t help but think about how much prettier it would sound through a moan. would you call him by his given name if he asked? he’d let you call him whatever you want.

it’s sloppy, the way he pumps his cock as he remembers the way you felt against him that night he helped you unlock your apartment, the way you relaxed like you trusted him, like you loved him. “you.. nghh—you sound so pretty. i knew you would.” another moan from your sweet lips and he feels himself throb against the tight press of his palm as he pushes his other hand tighter against his mouth to muffle himself, squeezing at his cheeks.

yuuta’s thought about this a lot, he wishes he were above you right now as he twists his hand around his cock at the thought. he can still remember how soft your fingers felt against his earlier — imagining them now, replacing his own as he forms a tight circle around the sensitive pink glands and squeezes. it’s accidental the way he lets a shakey, languid moan of your name fall from his lips, slipping through the gaps in his fingertips as his other hand grazes over the sensitive head of his cock.

but he wonders if you heard him when you follow it with your own louder one a few moments later, he can tell you’re close. your breathing is taking a more desperate, high pitched tone and he thinks he might pass out with how much he wants you.

the squelching noises only grow louder, echoing through yuuta’s dimly lit room as he loses himself in more thoughts of you— how you’d look underneath him, how warm your mouth would probably feel around him as you babble out how does it feel, yuuta? from your pouty lips as you drool spit along the length of him. he wants to feel you, see you. you’re his afterall, is it so bad for him to want to feel all of you? all that he owns, all that belongs to him.

“are you gonna cum, baby? p-please, i want to hear you.” his technique grows messier with each involuntary buck of his hips as he tries to keep up with the pace of your own soft sounds, but it only causes more hushed groans to fall from him in response as his tongue flicks out to drag along his lips. he’s given up trying to be quiet now, he feels too hot for his skin, like he’s melting entirely with the fever of his want.

this was such a twisted act of love, but the thought of you on your bed with your thighs spread and fingers sinking between your puffy folds has him like putty. another stroke of his palm and he hears your bed squeak before your voice follows, your next moan long and low and he can tell you’re creaming around your pretty fingers with the way it comes out in quick gasps.

yuuta grunts at that as he lets his eyes flutter closed, losing himself in the image of you pumping his cock before his orgasm suddenly rips through him as he chokes on another needy moan of your name. it’s a little louder than he would’ve anticipated it to be considering how hard and good he cums, but he doesn’t think he’s to blame for that.

the familiar rush of heat ignites his nerves as he trembles, flushing to his chest and digging his heels into the plush mattress beneath him to steady himself as he spills over his hand and abdomen. the thick ropes of cum drip down his fingers as he tries to swallow a deep but satisfied groan before he’s resting his head back against the wall, burying his face into his one clean palm when he realises what he’s done. what you’ve both done, together.

it must be love, right?

yuuta almost jumps when he hears the floorboards creek a few seconds later, he hadn’t realised you’d stood up until he feels your bring yourself to what seems like the opposite side of the wall. suddenly, he’s holding his breath as he sits there— he wonders if you heard him moan your name as he finished, is your ear pressing up against the wall to check if he’s there? part of him wants to let you know he is.

he almost does, but before he can— he hears you sigh before you’re leaving the room again, leaving him without you as your footsteps in the distance are followed by the sound of the shower switching on. maybe he was right about it all being a show, why else would you be checking to see if he was listening? you must’ve wanted him to be, right? that’s what all of this was. was this a confession or a tease?

the realisation makes yuuta burn even hotter as he pushes himself up to stand again, rushing to clean himself up as his own twisted scenarios race through his post-orgasm hazed mind. he can barely wait to tell you that your plan worked, that he’s been waiting for you to accept him and his love.

he’ll wait till the water shuts off to pay you a visit, maybe you’ll still be twitching from your orgasm — he wonders if you’ll still be draped in your towel, dew and beads of water trailing down the topography of your body. he wants to follow the droplets with his eyes, then his tongue as he trails it along your skin— would you let him mark you as his? so that everyone knows who you belong to?

afterall, you sound a little lonely.. he thinks you’ll love that.

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