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[part three] we weren't just friends - okkotsu yuuta

word count: 10.2k warnings: smut! oral (f!receiving), fingering, nipple play, unprotected sex, size kink (i think? yuuta's packin) praise kink, pet names (good girl, pretty girl, baby, slut is mentioned) overstimulation, soft sex summary: our two idiots may not know how to express their feelings through words, but they sure know how to find creative loopholes to solve that issue! more info: college!au so aged up characters!! roommates!au, childhood friends to lovers, the way i actuallly wrote smut for once and it's still mega softness

part three: "wish you'd let me stay, i'm ready now" ___

It wasn’t pleasant to wake up with a pounding skull.

Luckily what woke (y/n) up first was the rapping of knuckles on the door, hitting so hard it shook on it’s hinges.  It was a brutal awakening, and once conscious she could still feel Mai’s rampant knocking in her head.  With a groan, she burrowed her face into her pillow, attempting to block out all sound completely.  Unfortunately, feathers and cotton weren't enough to do this.

“Could you stop with the banging?” A deep voice behind her groaned.  She weakly made a noise of agreement.  

The bed dipped and rose as the boy who’d shared it with her dragged himself out of his own comfortable bubble to go answer to the heavy knocking.

As he approached the door he could hear a faint, “Yuuta make her say sorry” whine from the lump of covers on his bed.  He chuckled to himself as he swung the door open and hurried out of the room so he could close it behind him again.

Mai, still donned in the skin tight slip dress she’d worn to the bar last night, gave him a lopsided grin as he pulled the door shut.

“Wasn’t trying to intrude on your first morning after,” She teased, and gave Yuuta no time to defend himself before continuing, “But Maki’s outside, so I’m heading out” 

Yuuta’s brow furrowed as he frowned at her.

“You could’ve texted me that,” He grumbled while she laughed and carried her purse and heels in one hand while traipsing her way to the door.  “You didn’t have to wake up the whole building with your loudness” 

“Apologies!” Mai giggled.  “I just wanted to make sure you two would hear me in there!” 

As she swings open the front door and wiggles her fingers back at him in a playful goodbye, she’s still giggling.  Even when the door shuts again, he swears he can hear her cackling as she leaves the building.

He huffs, drags his hand over his face, and goes back into his room.

(y/n’s) curled up in a ball in the middle of the mattress.  With the covers tangled around her so snug it’s hard to make out what’s her and what’s blanket.  He chuckles, and there’s a little movement in the heap as she lifts her head.

“Did she say sorry?” (y/n) mumbles.

She’s turned towards him, but her eyes are closed, pinched shut to make sure no light penetrates them and sets her already frying headache on fire.

“She did,” Yuuta hums, sitting on the edge of the mattress and pushing her forehead gently back into the pillow.  The force of his palm is tender, but he’s firm in guiding her back down.  “She went home.  Go back to sleep” He tells her softly.

(y/n) lazily swats his hand off of her head after she’s already laid back down.

“D’n’t tell me what to do” She grumbles into the pillow, already drifting back to sleep.

He chuckles at her, fixing up the blanket and tugging it to her chin.  Despite her trying to suppress it, a soft smile tugs on her lips at the sweet act.

“You tuckin’ me into bed, Yuu?” She teases tiredly.  He rolls his eyes affectionately.  The giggle she lets out is muffled by the pillow.

“Yeah yeah, get some sleep and I’ll make you eggs when you’re up,” He tells her, smirking before she gags in reaction.  “Extra runny” He adds when he gets up from the bed, and this time he’s greeted with a louder gag.

“I’ll get sick in your bed!” (y/n) threatens when he leaves.

To both of their relief, that doesn’t happen.

It takes a few hours before she feels steady enough on her feet to even get out of the bed.  But at some point it’s too uncomfortable to keep trying to sleep off the hangover, and she prays a shower will soothe some of the aches and pains.

Yuuta bids her a cheeky good afternoon when she shuffles from his bedroom into the bathroom at well-past three o’clock.  He’d been working on the final touches for his Econ essay at the kitchen table and was pleasantly surprised to see her up at all.  She shoots him a glare but her lips deceive her and tilt into a small smile.

He’s more surprised to hear the shower running, seeing as she’d dragged her feet across the carpet and he wasn’t sure how long she’d be upright for, but he’s glad that she’s at least trying to push herself into feeling better.  He doesn’t think anything more of it as he goes back to his work.

Fifteen minutes pass and he vaguely registers that the water has been shut off.  And then a few minutes after that, the door creaked open.

“Hey, Yuuta?” 

“Hm?” He hums in response, his fingers still gliding across his keyboard as he continues to work on his revisions.

“Would you make me those eggs now?”

He laughs, wrapping up a run on sentence that he’d probably go back to delete again later, before turning his head to give her a nod.

But he freezes and the color drains from his face as his eyes land on her.  Almost instantly they begin to sting, burning with the need to blink, but they remain wide open and focused.

She’s standing there with nothing but a towel wrapped around her, water still dripping off the ends of her hair and sliding across her skin until they disappeared under the towel.  

It was like someone took the dial on Yuuta’s senses and cranked it up until the knob broke off.

He was so obviously staring at her, his face awestruck as he gaped and his eyes dragged over her figure so slowly his lashes twitched.

His throat felt dry.  His palms felt itchy.  And when he finally met her gaze, she was raising a brow at him, expectantly.

Oh, right, she asked him a question.

“Yeah,” He said, turning his attention back to his computer so he could actually speak.  “I’ll make you some eggs” 

He’s quick to save his file and shut the laptop before standing from the table and heading to the kitchen.

“Thank you!” (y/n) calls, and shortly after he hears her door shutting and he can’t help but let out a long exhale.

As he gathers the eggs from the fridge and the pan from the cupboard, Yuuta tries to push the image far from his mind.  But after their conversation last night and the incident from the night prior, he wonders if this is just his life now.

If he was the one destined to deal with having a hot roommate that he’d been falling for ever since they’d met in grade school.  Maybe this was his torture, only brought on by himself the longer he bottled up his true feelings and pushed them deep, deep down.  

This is what he deserved, he supposed.  After spending years tripping over his words and his feet when it came to her.  Years of struggling to keep his face from flushing when she looked at him, or trying to discreetly look at her when she didn’t notice.  Years of trying to forget about the lingering buzz in his chest and haze in his brain left by her, all for the sake of trying to cling onto a friendship which paled in comparison to the ways he truly felt about her- but could never admit to.

With a skilled hand he cracked an egg over the pan and tossed the shell blindly towards the sink.  It sizzled and popped as it began to cook, but even as Yuuta prodded it about the pan, his mind was far from focused on cooking.

Because now he wasn’t so sure if things were as one-sided as he previously thought.

Drunkenly making out with your best friend-slash-roommate is one thing.  Maybe most would have pointed in his face and laughed for excusing such behavior, but he’d justified it as simple curiosity anyways.

But then she’d admitted to him that there were more times she thought about him in less-than-innocent-and-platonic-ways.  She’d told him herself about those times- most of which Yuuta had never even thought twice about before.  And then she even told him he was a good kisser! 

Which begged the question in the back of his mind- was she still thinking about him? 

“Shit” He hissed under his breath when he realized the egg was about to overcook past (y/n’s) liking, and rushed to slide a spatula underneath it and plate it up.

He tried to clear his mind as he cracked a second egg in the pan, wanting this one to be perfectly to her standards- not that she’d ever complain.

Just as he’s adding the second, better, egg to the plate, (y/n) pads back into the kitchen, a grin on her face as she takes the plate from him.

“Perfect, I’m starving” She cuts into the lesser-looking of the two and doesn’t comment on why it’s crispier around the edges, only smiles as she slides the fork out of her mouth.

Yuuta chuckles.  All that anxiety over an egg, and she didn’t even seem to notice.  Maybe all of this stuff had wormed too deep in his head.  Maybe he should relax.

“I’m done with my essay,” He lies, knowing fully well that if he turned it in at it’s current state, it wouldn’t get a passing mark.  “Watch a movie with me?”

(y/n) smiles and nods, still picking at her eggs as she makes her way to the sofa, putting him in charge of the remote and deciding on what to watch.  Yuuta sits at what he deems a safe distance away from her.  Completely on a separate cushion, and when he rests his arm along the back of the couch, he’s careful not to rest it too close to her.

He might still be overthinking everything.

But as the movie starts and (y/n) finishes her four o’clock breakfast, he slowly finds himself relaxing.  His muscles feel less tense, his mind stops whirring, and for a good twenty minutes or so, he could almost pretend nothing had ever happened, and things were perfectly the same.

And then (y/n) pulls her legs up onto the couch and wiggles closer to him, until she’s tucked under his arm.  He must’ve made a face, because when she looks up at him, she gives him a sheepish smile.

“What? ‘m cold,” She says, shifting closer to him still.  “Does this bother you?” 

“N-no!” He laughs in embarrassment when he stammers out the answer, and (y/n) chuckles back at him, before turning her attention back to the screen.

“Okay, good,” She hums, leaning her head back against his bicep.  His entire arm tenses, and he’s overthinking again.  “I don’t want things to be weird forever” She admits quietly.

“Don’t worry, s’not weird” Yuuta mumbles back.

She turns her head against his arm, looking up at him with a small frown.  He winces, and feels guilty for lying to her.

“Yuuta, I’ve known you for a long time,” She says, her voice barely above a whisper.  “I think I can tell when you’re lying” 

His wince turns into a miniature smile before he huffs out a quiet laugh through his nose.  

“Touche,” He mumbles, and the corners of her lips quirk upwards.  “Is… is there something I can do to make it less weird?” 

Her brows pinch together, signifying that she didn’t think the solution was that easy.  It wasn’t a change in habits, or a lengthy conversation at the kitchen table.  It was messy, it was raw, and it was currently being held up by a lump in her throat and an irregular heartbeat in her chest.

“I don’t think so,” She murmurs with a sigh.  “What about me?” She turns the question onto him.  “Is there anything I can do?” 

He shakes his head in a small motion back at her, his eyes flickering between hers with enough attention that he catches the way they gloom with sadness.  Yuuta frowns, and before he can think about potentially making things worse, his palm cups her cheek, worry taking over his features.

“Don’t be hard on yourself,” He instructs, as though he were capable of reading her mind.  “You didn’t do anything wrong” 

“I know- I know, you keep saying that, but I…” Her voice is strained, her throat is burning, and she blames the lingering hangover for the swell in her emotions.  

But she knows that’s not the source.  She knows that the last few months- no- the last few years of gathering feelings for Yuuta are catching up to her, and their drunken little experiment on this very couch was just the tipping point she needed to solidify what those feelings really meant.

Yuuta’s thumb sweeps gently over her cheekbone, his touch was light but the warmth of his skin lingered there.  She found herself leaning further into it, despite her better judgment.

Reason tells her to get a grip.  It tells her to pack up the hormones and move on.  It tells her to go back to the bar until she finds someone to get under just to get over Yuuta, or maybe even text that stuck up asshole that Maki warned her about.  Anything it would take to move past this pebble in the grand scheme of her friendship with Yuuta.  Reason tells her it was one night, and she can’t let one night ruin years of a special bond.

Her heart begs to differ.  It cries, it pleads, it mourns the idea of not being truthful with him.  Her heart weeps with the outpour of love and desire, after spending so long wondering what something more with Yuuta would look like, only to have a small taste, a sample, really.  It was killing her, the thought of never having him fully, the thought that they’d go back to their friendship, more awkward than ever.

Currently, Yuuta wishes he could get a glimpse inside of her mind, because he could practically feel her inner turmoil happening before him.  Her lips were sealed shut, but her thoughts were screaming behind her eyes.  His brows draw together in obvious concern, and when she finally moves, it’s not to speak.

She’s pulled away from him and off the couch in a flurry of anxious movements.  Yuuta barely registers that she’s grabbed her empty plate and fork and is hurrying into the kitchen.  He blinks in a daze, before getting up and following her to the sink where she’s rinsing off the dirty dishes.

“I’m sorry, I-” She’s still stammering, despite trying to clear her mind and focus on communicating what felt the most important.  That she wasn’t upset, that he didn’t do anything wrong, and that she was the only one to blame for all of this.  

But that’s not what comes out.

“I just didn’t really see any of this going this way, you know?” 

She’s speaking more clearly, but her voice is still a shaky whisper, afraid of not being able to take the words back.  Yuuta’s waiting patiently, leaning against the kitchen counter while accidentally staring daggers at her back.  She knows he’s just focused, but the heaviness of his gaze adds pounds of pressure to her shoulders.

“I know,” Yuuta tries to keep his voice calm, hoping to ease her anxiety by remaining collected.  Even though a fiery mess of words were clawing up his throat and threatening to come out in a humiliating act of word vomit.  “But, (y/n/n), I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable around me all the time” 

She looks at him then, her eyes glossy with tears that she was trying to keep from falling.

“Yuuta, I don’t feel uncomfortable around you,” She says softly.  Her hands tangle together nervously as she turns around to face him properly.  They still wring together as she leans back against the sink and tries to find the words to explain her messy thoughts.  “You didn’t do anything wrong” 

He tilts his head at her, brows pinching in concern.  “You didn’t do anything wrong, either” He reminds her for the second time today.

“I know, but-” 

“I’m serious, (y/n),” He steps forward and crosses his arms over his chest, silently begging her not to look away from him so that she’d know he meant every word of it.  “Whatever we- whatever I have to do to help you, just, forget what happened, you need to tell me,” He pleads.  “I don’t care what it is, I don’t care if it’s ridiculous,” He’s shaking his head as he speaks, a nasty feeling of guilt building up in his stomach that he decides to push past for the greater good of not losing her.  “I don’t care, okay?” He lowers his voice.  “If you want the place to yourself for a while-” 

“No!” 

She shoots forward then, her hands latching onto his forearm as if he were about to abandon her then and there, as if she alone was strong enough to hold him in place if he tried.  Her eyes are wide with panic, and in the heat of the moment a tear tracked down her cheek.  She’s just as quick to let him go and roughly wipe away the wet streak with the back of her hand.

“I don’t want that, don’t- don’t do that,” She mumbles after collecting herself a little better. 

Yuuta eyes her hands, no longer tangled together in a tight ball of white knuckles.  They’re still strained, stretched out in front of her like she had a fresh coat of polish on them.  If he looked close enough, he could see them trembling.  He starts to uncross his arms, wanting to take hold of them and talk her down from this stressful moment.  He wants to remind her that no matter what’s happened, he’s there for her because he cares about her.  But just as he’s about to reach for her, she’s speaking again.

“I think I just wanted that to happen for a really long time,” She sighs, one of her hands darting through her hair to pull the overstimulating loose strands away from her face.  “And I… I guess I wasn’t expecting it to be like- like that,” 

Yuuta’s completely frozen before her, not having expected that of all the admissions she could’ve made.  Mentally he’d been packing his things.  Now he felt like he had whiplash and needed a good five seconds to do a full reset on reality.

“And that’s not fair I know I- I initiated the whole thing and I should’ve never listened to the Zen’ins it was stupid but I just thought maybe if it was a fleeting thing I’d get over you and things would be normal but I’m not and things aren’t normal and I feel so-!” 

“You were trying to get over me?” 

Yuuta’s voice was quiet, barely above a whisper.  In fact the forgotten movie playing in the living room had a clearer volume than him.  But somehow (y/n’s) frantic rambling ceased, and a silence settled between them.

He’s waiting for her to confirm that he’d heard her correctly, even though her exact words were still spiraling around in his head on a vicious loop.  While she’s waiting for the floor to open up and swallow her whole for getting so worked up and letting her mouth run on autopilot.

“(y/n),” Yuuta calls to her when she doesn’t speak, or even move, to acknowledge that she’d heard him.  

He knows she had, he knows she’s aware of exactly what she’d said.  He raises his eyebrows at her, wordlessly trying to get her to say something, anything.  She gapes at him like a fish out of water- thrown into a completely new element that she’s not equipped for, lost and afraid that she’ll suffocate to death.

“(y/n)” He says her name again, this time stepping forward.  He finally finds the courage to grab her tensed hands, and he wraps them in his and squeezes until he feels them relax.  A method that he’d used countless times before to calm her down- whether she was ranting about work or having a panic attack, it always did the trick.

Even now, her eyes soften a little bit as she stares at him worriedly, trying to figure out what he was thinking before he had the chance to voice it himself.  Her hands fall limp in his, and slowly, she presses her fingers into his palms.

“Yeah,” Her voice is hoarse, and her eyes lower from his, at first out of embarrassment, but then they land on his lips, pink and soft and parted in surprise, and her mind wanders off to recall just how sweetly he’d kissed her.  

For that first kiss, timid and new and exciting, he’d been so gentle.  If she thought about it, she could still feel the tingle of eagerness in her lips, and the warmth of his hand against her thigh.  Her eyes linger a little longer than they should have as she brought herself completely back to that moment. She wants to be sure that if he’d kissed her like that- passionately, desperately- that there must have been more behind it than simple drunken curiosity, right? 

“I- I was trying to get over you,” The rest of her answer has long since been delayed, but Yuuta doesn’t seem perplexed when her eyes flicker back up to his.  “It wasn’t just a kiss,” She continues, her fingers curling around his hands to ensure he felt every ounce of authenticity in her words.  “Not for me,” She shakes her head.  “I know I said that it was but I… I was lying.  It wasn’t.  I just… wanted to kiss you.  At least once, or, at least to be sure.  About my… feelings… anyways”

Yuuta blinked.  His expression had been shockingly blank, and it was starting to unsettle her.  She didn’t want to have to apologize or take any of it back, but the longer he silently stared at her, the more unease stirred in her stomach.

“I lied, too,” He tells her suddenly, and her lips twitch into a nervous smile.  A chuckle escapes him before he clarifies.  “It wasn’t just a kiss for me either.  Not even a little bit” 

He watches in real time as she reacts to his admission.  First her expression softens as her heart begins to melt for him.  Then her eyes lit up, brightening before him so brilliantly he couldn’t help but grin, just as she was doing now.

And then before he can tell her just exactly how it is he feels, she’s pulling her hands out of his, grabbing him by the shoulders and shooting up to the tips of her toes so she could reach him properly for a kiss.

He’s startled by the sudden act, but just as quickly has his hands wrapped around her waist and is reciprocating the kiss with fervor.

She’s instantly breathless, gasping for air between fast, heated kisses, but even when Yuuta tries to give her a minute to catch her breath, her lips are chasing his and she’s locking them together needily again.  Air could wait.

It only takes a miniscule shuffle backwards on her part for Yuuta’s hands to continue pushing her hips, guiding her to keep blindly tripping until her back hits the counter.  A small gasp at the sudden bump escaped her throat but she recovered in a moment's notice.

Just as Yuuta’s stooping lower to her height, his hands wandering down her waist and latching onto her thighs, her own grip tightens on his shoulders as she braces herself for him to lift her up.  A sweet, delighted little sound comes out of her when she’s placed on the counter and Yuuta’s slotting himself between her legs in one swift motion.  Their kisses barely cease as his hands are at the nape of her neck and in her hair as he skillfully tilts her head to deepen their kiss.

Her back arches and she leans forward off the counter until she’s pressed as close to him as she can get.  The bend of her knees are loosely hooked at his hips, and in small movements she tries to tighten their hold on him.  This proved to be difficult as the messier his kisses became, the weaker her knees grew.

Oxygen is gifted to her in abundance as Yuuta’s mouth trails along her jaw, swollen lips dragging over sensitive skin in between lazy kisses.  Her chest heaves as she pants, and Yuuta must have noticed because he chuckles into the junction of her jaw and neck.

“Why were you trying to get over me, pretty girl?” His lips tickle her neck as he speaks, punctuated with a sweet kiss followed by a filthier suckle of the alluring skin.  It has her hips squirming, which Yuuta notices as well, taking great haste to wrap his hands around the dips in her waist, keeping her still and firm against him.

“I-” She’s cut off by her own gasp as Yuuta returns to leaving a pretty mark on the side of her neck, just low enough that there was no hairstyle or collar that could possibly keep it hidden.  “I thought it was the right thing”

He lifts his head, finally meeting her gaze with hooded eyes and a lazy smirk that she can’t tear her eyes away from, even as he speaks.

“Right thing,” He repeats back with a chuckle that sets her body ablaze.  He leans towards her again, his nose prodding hers to the side until their lips brush as they speak.  “Baby, it’s an absolute shame that we weren’t doing this the whole time” 

Her hands are gripping at the material of his tee shirt so tight she’s convinced she could rip it right off his chest if she wanted to.  Her knuckles are white, and bound to start trembling soon, but she doesn’t care about looking foolishly desperate anymore.  Wanting him is the only thought occupying her mind.

Her lips are on his again in a heartbeat, and even though she’s kissing him and she’s the one trying to tug his shirt over his head, she whines in annoyance when Yuuta breaks the kiss to properly get the material out of the way.  He’s laughing again, mocking her for the pout on her lips before her hands are on him again and she’s sighing contentedly into his mouth.

And her hands are everywhere.  She’s touching him like she’s never felt human skin.  She touches him like she lost her sight and mapping out every inch of his body with her hands was the only way for her to know who it was before her.  Delicate fingertips trace along his collarbones, down his chest, along his abdomen, through the ridges of his abs, and then all over again.  At first it’s a precise dance, but it doesn’t take long for the movements to get sloppy, and the soft caresses turn into her grabbing and pawing at him.

“You c’n take mine off,” She tells him, voice low and strained against his lips.  His teeth sink into her bottom lip, only for a quick second out of pure impulsive desire, before his hands are sliding under her shirt and shoving the offending clothing up and over her head.  It’s dropped somewhere on the kitchen floor with his own forgotten shirt, and (y/n) grins at him as she loops her arms around his neck, fingers raking gently through the hair that hangs there.  “Eager, hm?” She giggles, and for a moment, she looks genuinely delighted, happy like she’d just been told good news.

The look softens and melts into something completely different when he responds.

“Well, ‘ve wanted you since high school” His voice growing huskier than she was used to, and when he catches her lips in a deep kiss, slower and more sensual than the ones before, desire pools in her stomach and she buries her hands further into his hair.

“H- high school?” She repeats back to him in a breathy moan.  Yuuta hums in confirmation, stealing another kiss.  “Why didn’t you-?” The question fails her while his hands roam over her hips, snaking their way up towards her bra.

“Didn’t think it was the right thing,” He chuckles as he uses her words against her.  She’d roll her eyes if they weren’t already in the back of her head from his fingers teasing her through the lacy cups of her bra.  “Pretty girl, getting all worked up over nothing,” He sighs, and she tilts her head forward to chase his lips, but he doesn’t grant her another kiss right away.  

One of his hands reaches for her face, cupping her cheek almost tenderly as he admires the dazed and needy look on her face.  Her blown pupils, swollen lips, heavy lashes- Yuuta always found her to be the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen, but having her in this state might take the cake.

“If only you’d known the way I thought about you then,” He admits.  Her eyes grow a little wider, curious, and excited.  “Fuck, I don’t think you’d’ve wanted to live with me” He mumbles, an amused smirk on his lips.

Tugging on the strands of his hair until his face is as close as she wanted him to be, (y/n’s) lips curl into an eager smile.

“Well, we’re here now,” She murmurs.  One of her hands travels down his neck and then the rest of his body, almost on it’s own accord, until her fingers prod and tuck into the waistband of his sweats.  Her eyes follow the bob of his adam’s apple when he swallows thickly, her smile only brightening.  “And this time there’s no one to interrupt us?” She tilts her head as she makes the quiet suggestion, and Yuuta’s smile begins to mirror her own.

“Oh, ‘s that so?” He asks, his hands scooping her up off the counter and lifting her into his chest with ease.  The quick movement makes her laugh, her arms winding around his neck, and her legs hooking over his hips.

She’s still grinning like an idiot when she leans down to kiss him again.  It’s messier than before, all teeth and breathless laughter, but the moment is so sweet, and it feels so good to kiss him properly- not on some silly whim, but for real- that she doesn’t care about it being sloppy.  His hands are secured tight under her legs, and when they part again, she raises an eyebrow at him.

“Would you like to take me right here or…?” She asks, her face undeniably flushing with pink at the forward question.  He chuckles, his eyes crinkling at their corners as he smiles back at her, giving her left leg a teasing squeeze.

“Take you, hm?” He mocks, before adjusting her against him, pulling her closer, holding her tighter, and her face grows hotter with embarrassment but she’s grinning from ear to ear nonetheless.

“Mhm” She nods, and is giggling quietly again as he begins to carry her with him out of the kitchen.

He wants to keep kissing her, but he can’t help but let his stare linger on her pretty features.  His heavy gaze has her flustering even more in his hold, only making him want to stare at her for longer.  It’s making him a bit clumsy, tripping over their shirts on the floor, knocking into the furniture on the way, tipping a chair over and wincing when it hits the ground, but not caring enough to go back and correct it.  They’re still laughing, noses brushing and quick kisses being stolen in between quiet giggles and hushed, teasing whispers.

“Don’t you dare drop me” 

“Before the chance to ‘take you’, pretty girl? Wouldn’t dream of it” 

She’s not sure of the room he’s brought them into until the door is kicked shut and she’s greeted with twinkly orange fairy lights and the lingering scent of incense and her favorite perfume.

Once the door is shut his lips are on hers again, so swollen they almost feel sore but he’d rather go numb than refrain from kissing her again.  He moves slowly, memorizing every dip and curve of her lips, every taste of her velvety mouth.

He’s even slow when he sets her down on the bed, and slow to let her go so she can shuffle back on the covers.  He pauses completely when she settles at her headboard, her thumbs sticking into the hem of the cotton shorts she’d been wearing, and pushing them down her legs.

She’s biting her lip to keep from smiling too hard when she drops them on the floor, her eyes never leaving his.

“Well are you getting in bed with me, or not?” 

He didn’t need to be asked twice, kneeling on the mattress and crawling over her until she was caged beneath him, hands settled at either side of her head to keep himself from putting too much weight on her.  Her eyes brighten from underneath him, and her hands wrap around the nape of his neck to pull him down to her lips.

“I’ve been wonderin’ about somethin’,” Yuuta hums, appreciating the purple love bite on her neck before deciding she could use some more.  His hands slide beneath her, unclasping her bra with ease before reaching for the straps on her shoulders and sliding them down her arms.  She hums in response, tilting her chin back as he continued to pepper kisses down her neck and across her chest.  “That night, when you hurried off to bed,” He reminds her, a large, calloused palm trailing from her side down to her hip, agonizingly slow.  His thumb stretches out to tease at the waistband of the baby blue panties she wore, admiring the lacy trim before flicking his gaze back up to hers.  “D’ya touch yourself?” 

A bashful giggle escapes her, her head tossing to the side in the hopes of hiding her embarrassment in her pillow.  Her reaction was answer enough, and enough to make the corner of Yuuta’s lips twitch in a lazy smirk, but he still wanted a better response than that.

“C’mon, pretty girl.  Gotta have an answer, I’m afraid,” There’s a teasing lilt in his voice that’s melting her like putty in his hands.  

He gives her the benefit of easing up on the heavy gaze, dropping his head to plant kisses down her chest, through the valley of her breasts, before exploring over to the perky nipple.  He rolls his tongue lazily over the hardened bud, before wrapping his teeth and lips around it and giving it a small tug, just as his hand groped at her other breast with a gentle, experimental squeeze.  She squirmed beneath him, longing for more.  He smirks as he releases her nipple with a pop of his lips, just as his fingers pinch the other one, tweaking it and watching as her face screws up and a long whine is evoked from her. His hands knead selfishly at her breasts a bit more as his lips travel down her chest excitedly, only slowing down once he’d crawled down enough to reach her navel.  

“You been worked up since then, baby?” He murmurs so sweetly that she whines.  He drags one of his hands down to rest across the lowest part of her tummy.  It splayed out far enough to grip at the plush of her thigh, and still trail his thumb over the lacy hem of the last of her garments.  She raises her hips for him, desperate to feel just a little more friction from his hands.

And then she nods, shaky and fast, and her hand wraps around his wrist, tugging needily, but he keeps his hold firm on her hip, squeezing a little tighter.

Yuuta grins as she whines in irritation, his eyes flickering down to the wet patch on her panties, and then back up to her pouting face.

“Y’look so pretty when you’re needy like this,” He sighs, before settling down on the mattress completely.  Using his hand on her hip he tossed her leg over his shoulder with ease, his other hand wrapped under her thigh, holding it just right so she’d keep them open for him.  “You don’t know how long I thought about this pretty girl, ‘bout you” 

With his free hand, he ghosted his thumb over her panties, just barely hovering over where she craved the friction the most.  This elicited another whine.

“Yuuta,” She huffed, one of her hands fisting the sheets beneath her tightly as a means to let out the pent up frustration he was putting her through.  “Please, touch me, please” 

He hums, and hooks his thumb through the crotch of her panties, tugging the material to the side to give him a better view of the sticky mess she was making.  He couldn’t help but groan as he dragged the fat pad of his thumb from her soaked hole up to the hood over her clit, dragging it back painfully slow.  Her breaths grew even more labored, and Yuuta gave into her pleas as soon as her puffy clit was exposed.

“I like when you say please” He murmurs, breath cool over her slick heat.

He didn’t give her a chance to say anything else before he wrapped his lips around the sensitive bud, giving it a languid roll of his tongue.  Her hips stuttered and he quickly found he’d have to hold on a little tighter to keep her legs nice and spread for him.  

A few more slow licks and she was moaning for him.  Her head tossed back into her pillows, her back arched and hips raised for him while she whimpered and whined sweet noises for him.  Every little sound spurred him on further, earning her an eager suck at her throbbing clit.

She got more vocal as his finger circled her needy hole, clenching around nothing as he ghosted around the outside, feeling more wetness spill out the longer he teased her.  Yuuta had to press his own hips hard into the mattress just to ease the mind-consuming hardness in his pants.

When he teases the tip of his finger inside, feeling her tight, warm walls practically suck him in, he groans into her pussy, and that was all the more she needed to get louder, and a little more confident about asking for what she wanted.

“Yes, yes, Yuuta, please, put it in, put it in” She’s babbling, carried away by her own building desire, and shamelessly rutting her hips to try and get him to press his thick finger in further.  

He hums, sending another jolt through her core as his lips are still wrapped around her clit, and she’s chanting again.

“Please, p- please, please~” Over and over like a mantra, each strained whimper more enticing to him than the last.  Until eventually he grants her wish, and curls his finger the rest of the way inside, moving at a slow pace.

It doesn’t take him long to find the spongy spot when he curls his finger just right inside of her that makes her chant his name with so much praise he worries he could cum in his pants just listening to her.

“Gonna-!” She’s cut off by a sharp breath, her chest rising and falling rapidly as his tongue rolls viciously over her overstimulated clit while he plunges a second finger to pump in and out of her.  “Yuu-ta-! I’m gonna-! You’re gonna make me-!” 

“C’mon pretty girl,” He mutters into her pussy, giving her clit a harsh suck in between.  “You can do it, cum for me baby” 

The hot, tightening cord in her core finally snaps, washing heat and pleasure over her body in waves so strong she’s tearing up as she cries out his name and clamps down on his fingers, still pumping in and out of her as more sticky cream coats them.  He’s grinning at the sight of her shaking legs and screwed up face that relaxes as the sudden climax wears off into a dazed high.  He sits up on his knees with a chuckle, sliding his fingers into his mouth and sucking them clean almost dramatically before her.

Her eyelids feel heavy as she gazes up at him in all of his glory.  His lips and chin are slick with her juices, his pupils are blown wide and his hair hangs in front of his face, a few strands getting stuck to his forehead.  But he quickly rakes a hand through his hair, pushing it out of his face before he’s lowering himself over her again, kissing either of her hips before working his way up her body.

“Did so good f’me, baby,” He praises as his lips reach the top of her breasts, mouthing at the soft flesh before continuing on to her marked up collarbones.  “So perfect, so sexy when you cum,” He continues to babble out praise while she whimpers and wiggles beneath him, already seeking out more friction.  “Wanna make you do it again” 

Her hands trail down his abdomen, fingernails dragging just slightly over his skin, until they reach the waistband of his sweatpants.

“Then take these off” The demand comes out as more of a whine than she means it to, and she pouts when he chuckles at her.

“Eager, hm?” He teases.

“Stop using my words against me” She huffs, and one of Yuuta’s hands is enough to replace both of hers, giving his pants and boxers a swift tug that pushes them to his thighs, before he peels them the rest of the way off.

“Make me” 

He grins at her, but her teasing mood melts away as soon as he’s completely naked on top of her and she watches his erect dick spring out from the confines of his clothes, tapping against his abs.  She knows she’s staring too hard, but she can’t help it.  It was her first time seeing her best friend’s dick.  And she had no idea he was so… big.

She’d never had much trouble with the couple of guys she’d slept with before, and they hadn’t exactly had small dicks, but looking at him now, she wasn’t sure he’d even fit in there.

“You never told me you had a big dick” She mumbles, shyly meeting his gaze.  Yuuta tries to stifle his laughter, but her eyes are so wide and full of wonder that he can’t help but chuckle a bit at her reaction.

“It’s not exactly something- fuck-” 

He’s cut off when her hand tentatively reaches between them, wrapping around the thick base and giving him an experimental pump before sliding her thumb over the swollen pink tip, gathering the precum leaking out of it and spreading it down the rest of his length.  Yuuta shudders out a breath, his eyes falling shut as he tries to compose himself, she’d barely touched him and his fist was clenched in the sheets.

“Not exactly something friends t- talk about” He stammers as she pumps him again, a small smile growing on her face as she watches his composure crumple as he gives into the pleasure.

“Well maybe you should’ve,” She murmurs, widening her legs as she guides him closer to her.  “We probably would’ve fucked a long, long time ago” 

It’s by far not the crudest thing said today, but it’s enough for him to take her hand and push it into the pillow beside her head.  During the action his eyes catch the silver chain daintily clasped around her wrist, little star and moon charms clinking together.  His eyes gloss over with an emotion (y/n’s) never noticed on him before, but she doesn’t get the chance to question him about it before his free hand taking his cock and rubbing the fat head through her wet folds.  They both whine at the pleasurable friction.

“Fuck, baby,” Yuuta sighs as he lets his hips roll over hers a few more times.  If she felt this good just like this he wasn’t sure he’d make it long once he was inside.  Nonetheless, he’s eager to line himself up at her entrance.  “Ready f’me?” He asks, his eyes meeting hers, and she nods up at him breathlessly.

She might be lying, because truthfully as soon as he pushes the tip in, she gasps and fights the urge to wince at the pain of being split open so wide.  This was certainly the biggest dick she's ever taken, and he wasn’t even halfway in yet.  But the more he pushes in, the more the sharp pain turns to pleasure of being so filled up.

“Aah- Yuu-” She cries out, her nails scratching up his back a little harder than she intended.  He hissed at the feeling but made no move to keep her from doing it.  “Too- ‘s too big,” She whines just as he bottoms out.  “Won’t fit- won’t-” 

“Shh, no, baby, look,” He coos, his hand cupping her face sweetly before he presses a kiss to her lips and nods down to where he’s completely sheathed inside of her.  “It’s all in, you’re takin’ me so well, see?” He muses, giving her a small rock of her hips that has her whining again.  “Can I keep goin’?” His thumb strokes over her cheekbone, wiping away a stray tear that had fallen there.

She gives him a shaky nod, before sighing loudly.

“Yes, please,” She hums, and when he pulls out most of the way and slowly sinks back in, her nails are dragging over his back again, clinging tight to his broad shoulders in between scratches.

He groans every time he buries himself inside of her, picking up more of a pace with every thrust, and making sure to praise her as soon as he catches his breath and is able to do so.

“Feel’so good, baby, takin’ it so good” He grunts as his hips slam into hers with a little more force than before, earning a high pitched moan of pleasure out of her, followed by a tighter grip on his shoulders.  Yuuta hums appreciatively and repeats the action until she’s letting out nonstop strings of breathy moans and broken syllables that don’t quite make words.

“Does- ah! Feels- feels good,” She stammers out, rocking her hips in time with him and crying out when his tip hits that spot inside of her that makes a familiar knot twist in her stomach.  “So good, Yuuta, right- right there-!” 

“Here?” He rasps, his hands pulling her hips upwards for a better angle, and he’s rewarded with a yelp of surprise as her back arches further to meet his thrusts.

“Uh- uh-huh” (y/n) whines back at him as he picks up a faster pace.

Just as she’s about to warn him that she can feel her orgasm coming on, one of his hands slides across her hip until his thumb finds her clit, rubbing messy circles into it until she’s crying out his name like he’d show her mercy.

“Gettin’ so tight, baby, you gonna cum?” A fucked out grin takes over his face as he rubs harsher over the bundle of nerves.  (y/n’s) jaw trembles as she gasps and moans.  He groans as her walls flutter around him, getting tighter and wetter by the second.  She was about to snap, if it wasn’t obvious in the way she whimpered and cried out his name, he could feel it coming on.  “Be a good girl and cum all over my cock, hm?” 

The wave of her second orgasm is more powerful than the first, her entire bod shuddering as Yuuta continues to fuck her through it, watching a ring of cream form around his dick.  She’s still whimpering and babbling out nonsense while he’s fucking her, delighting in the hot wetness that of her post-orgasm pussy.  The praise falls from his lips before he can think about what he’s saying at all.

“Fuck, baby, you jus’ got so much wetter f’me” His head falls to the crook of her neck, kissing and sucking at any skin he can reach while his lips relentlessly pound into her.

“All f’you,” She mumbles back uselessly, feeling overstimulated in the most deliciously mind-numbing way.  “Jus’ f’you, only you” 

He nips teasingly at her throat before kissing the spot sweetly.

“That’s right, pretty girl, all mine now, yeah?” He groans, and she nods weakly back at him, teary eyes struggling to meet his as that coil in her core starts wrapping up tight again.

“Mhm” Is all she can manage for an answer.

“That’s it, baby,” Yuuta praises through a deep groan.  “Y’gonna cum again, aren’t you?” She can’t possibly work up the energy to respond, only whining and trembling beneath him like a slut.  His pretty n’ perfect little slut.  “Fuck, love your pussy s’much, wanna fuck y’like this all the time now, love f’cking you, love you s’much” 

With the mindless praise comes a confession that was less than meaningless, and suddenly (y/n’s) eyes are wide and his hips are stuttering and the heat of the room begins to make them sweat more than the strenuous cardio.

Yuuta opens his mouth, about to say something, maybe take it back, or explain that he didn’t mean it the way it sounded, but (y/n) beats him to it, and she cuts through the bullshit before he can even start.

“You meant that,” Her voice is soft and gentle as she stares up at him with wide eyes.  Her pupils are still taking up most of her pretty eyes, flickering over his shocked expression with a curious glint.  “Didn’t you?”

The rest of the question comes out in a barely-there whisper, but he watches the movement of her lips, perfectly catching what she was saying.

“(y/n/n), look, I-” 

“I love you,” She murmurs out before he can come up with a way to explain himself.  Her hands are shaky as she reaches for his face, sliding them around his jaw and pulling him down close to her, whimpering in the slightest when the movement has his cock sliding along her walls just right.

There’s tears in her eyes as she stares up at him with nothing but genuine emotion.  Her lips tremble as they curl into a small and her gaze flickers between his eyes adoringly.

“I do, I love you,” She says it again, smiling even wider as the sweet confession tumbles past her lips.  “I love you so much, Yuuta- I- I love you so much it’s been driving me crazy” She lets out a breathless laugh before pressing a quick peck to his lips.

His eyes are wide and so focused on her he barely registers her small kiss.

He blinks, trying to clear his mind, trying to focus properly on what she’s telling him.

“I did mean it,” He forces out, lips brushing hers as he mumbles the admission.  “I do, love you.  I love you- I’ve always loved you, it’s always been you, baby, always,” The block in his throat is quickly removed as the babbling resumes, as does the gentle rocking of his hips.

(y/n) can’t recall a time she’d ever had sweet sex with anyone- she can’t recall a time she’d ever craved sweet sex with someone.  But something about being underneath Yuuta, having him fuck her softly while he goes on about how much he loves her, has her breath getting caught in her throat and tears of joy and pleasure sliding down her cheeks.  He kisses them away between whispered confessions and promises.

“Loved you f’ so long,” He murmurs against her cheek, before leaning down to capture her lips in a sweet kiss, only to be cut off when she gasps, a third orgasm reaching it’s climax.  “Love you always, love you s’much, want you to cum f’me again, baby, m’kay?”

With a weak nod, she drops one of her hands to reach down and circle her clit.  It’s so sensitive she cries out right away, and Yuuta groans as her walls spasm around his cock.

“That’s it, baby, that’s it, good girl,” He praises, rutting into her a little harder.  “Want you to cum with me” He instructs, and she nods again, whimpering and crying in agreement.

“‘m gonna- oh, Yuuta, ‘m gonna-!” 

She can’t finish her words, but she clenches down around him and that’s the final straw Yuuta needed to cum, thick hot ropes coating her walls with a deep groan, simultaneously pushing her over the edge with him as she tightens around him and cums again, breathy moans leaving her in pants as all of her muscles spasm.

Yuuta drops his forearm to the mattress, his hand pushing some of her hair away from her face before tracing gently over her cheek.  Her eyes were still shut, lips parted as she came down from her high and tried to catch her breath.  They’re both hot and sticky with sweat and various other juices ruining the sheets, but right now neither of them care in the slightest.

He just wants to stay here for as long as possible and enjoy how pretty she looks underneath him.

“I can feel you staring” She mumbles, peeking an eye open to catch him in the act.  He chuckles at her, pressing his hand against her cheek, heart fluttering when she pushes her face further into the warmth, despite being hot and sweaty, his heat was comforting.

“Can’t help it,” He murmurs back, pecking his lips to the tip of her nose.  “You’re the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen,” He praises.  “Even prettier naked.  And under me.  Bonus points” 

Now she’s the one to giggle quietly, her eyes crinkling and her cheeks flushing with color.

“Be right back,” He hums, kissing her nose again before climbing off the bed, grabbing his sweats from the floor and pulling them on with tired movements before leaving the room.

He must not have been gone long, because when he’s back (y/n) feels like it still wasn’t enough time to catch her breath.  But she smiles when she sees he’s brought a glass of water and a damp rag.

He hands her the water before he slides her legs open to gently clean up the sticky mess they’d both made.  He does his best to be careful, knowing she was overly sensitive.  When he’s done he tosses the rag into his laundry bin and turns back to her with a smile.

“C’mon,” He hums, sliding his hands around her hips.  “Let’s get you into clean clothes, too” 

She sits up with his help, and he leaves the bed in search of clean panties and a cozy set of pajamas.  She gets dressed with his help too, although she insists she could’ve done it herself.

“Thank you,” She hums once she’s in clean clothes.  “I’ll have to wash my sheets-” 

“We can do it tomorrow,” Yuuta hums, scooping her up from the bed with a grin.  (y/n) smiles as she leans her head against his shoulder, not even bothering to tease him for needlessly carrying her from her room to his.  “I just want to spend the rest of tonight with you” 

“M’kay” She murmurs sleepily, and thanks him again when they’re in his room and he’s laying her down in his sheets.

As soon as he’s settled into his side she wiggles closer, pressing him onto his back so that she can lay on top of his warm chest, humming contentedly like a cat in a patch of sunshine once her leg is thrown over his and his hand cradles the back of her head.

Yuuta pressed a kiss to her forehead, lingering there for a few moments longer than necessary, hoping he could convey every last feeling he held for her through the simple affection.

“I love you, (y/n)” He murmurs softly.

Lazily, her hand reaches around until she finds his, fingers pushing his palm open and sliding across it until she slots them between his.  He curls his fingers over her hand, squeezing gently, before letting his thumb trace along hers mindlessly.

She tilts her head until her chin rests on his chest, just close enough to look at him properly without being uncomfortable.  A soft smile curls on her lips, which he quickly mirrors.

“I love you, Yuuta,” She whispers back, before sliding up closer to him, propping herself up on a shaky elbow, her fingers also trembling as they touch softly against his chin, and then his lips, tracing the curve of his smile, pressing into the plush of his bottom lip, all the while watching with eyes holding nothing short of pure adoration.  “A lot,” She adds almost as an afterthought, before leaning downwards, pausing just short of his lips.  “Thank you for not letting me slip away,” She tells him, staring so deep into the dark oceans of his eyes that she wonders if she could drown in them.  “Thank you for not letting me go” 

His smile softens, and the hand that he had tangled in her hair slides to the nape of her neck, before reaching for her cheek.

“Me? Let you go?” He chuckles warmly, the corners of his eyes wrinkling as he smiles at her.  He guides her face closer to his.  “Never,” He mumbles, before sealing their lips together in a long, gentle kiss.  When they part, he holds her close so their foreheads touch, gazing up at her fondly.  “You’re my moon and stars, pretty girl” 

A flash of recognition lights up in her eyes, and her heart melts just a little more for him.

“Is that so?” She teases, but her words are faint, whispered against his lips with barely any volume behind them.  He smiles, brushing his nose over hers playfully.

“Mhm,” He hums.  “Always have been” 

“Then I guess that makes you…” She trails off thoughtfully, before her eyes light up and she looks down at him again.  “The sun,” She murmurs.

Yuuta laughs, his brows furrowing together in disbelief and humor.

“Don’t laugh,” (y/n) pouts.  “I mean it.  You are the sun.  My sun” She adds the last part bashfully.

“I think that’s the afterglow talking” He teases with a chuckle, dropping his head back into his pillow.  (y/n) grins, wiggling closer until she slid her body overtop of his, straddling one of his legs and beaming down at him when he wrapped his hands around her hips, slipping them under the tee shirt she had on.

“Maybe,” She drawled, both of them giggling quietly to themselves.  “But it’s true.  You’re bright, and warm…” She trails off, sliding her hands up his chest and giggling before cupping his face and leaning over to smile right at him.  “You shine and make my every day… better because of it” 

His lips part, taken aback by the sudden sweet words.  (y/n’s) cheeks are pink, but she doesn’t shy away from his gaze, only leans closer to brush her lips over his.

“Who knew you were a softie?” He hums, hooking a finger under her chin to keep her close.

“Well, like you said,” She furrows her brow in mock seriousness.  “Afterglow” 

He chuckles, shaking his head before pulling her chin downward so he could slant his lips over hers properly.

She melts down into him, the simple kiss turning into a lazy makeout session that only got messier and lazier the more she sunk into him.  He chuckles when her tongue glides across his bottom lip, breaking the kiss.

“I can feel you fallin’ asleep, baby” He teases, cupping her cheek and tucking her down into him, before grabbing his blanket and pulling it over them both.  (y/n) pouts.

“Wasn’t fallin’ asleep” She mutters back.  He hums in disbelief.

“S’ok.  There’s plenty of time for that tomorrow, yeah?” He asks, sliding his hand over her hip and caressing soothing circles into her skin.  “And the next day… and the next day…” 

She giggles quietly at him before giving in and settling comfortably against him.  He kisses her forehead once, twice, and then a third time just because.

“Alright, alright.  Want to go get breakfast tomorrow?” She asks before yawning, and only sinking deeper into the cozy warmth that was him afterwards.

“Askin’ me on a date?” Yuuta muses, but nods his head right away.  “I’m in” 

“Okay, then, it’s official” She mumbles, smiling into his neck.

“Official” He murmurs back, smiling stupidly to himself even long after she’s gone to sleep on top of him. ___

bonus:

[maki] : for the record, i told you boning was the way to go.

[mai] : don’t be gross. just be happy for them. [mai] : but. ya.  glad u boned ur way to happily ever after you cute n sexy bunnies!!!

[maki] : but what I said was gross?? blegh :p

[(y/n)] : ur both gross but i <3 you anyways [(y/n)] : besides, the stuff toge said to yuuta was waaaay weirder o_O ___

xoxo ~ jordie