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A/N: I should be writing my two collab pieces but instead my brain got emptied into a vitamix and blended with yuuta-nii angst and feelings. dedicated to @undermattsun, the original yuuta fucker and the only person I’ll read angst for. all I wanted to do was wax poetic about his ring, but this wasn’t really the way I envisioned the direction of the wax. thank u to @hisoknen for reading and screaming to me about it, and @theygottheircages for holding my hand through it every step of the way. Happy Early Birthday present Miki Mouse, this is for you <33
dimanche
/dimɑ̃ʃ/
a day of the week regularly set aside for religious services and rest
Sunday, the final day of the week
It glistens under the sun, scrap metal soaking up the warm rays and reflecting fluorescence against the silk white curtains. It’s almost ethereal, reminiscent of a painting hung up in a museum barricaded off only to be admired from a distance, to be praised, worshipped, envied.
Hedone, Fushiguro, outside. Did I send the ask right?
it is, very vague but yes! you got it right! i hope you like it!!
“i can’t believe i let you talk me into this,” he tells you. his voice is quiet, stern, annoyed, but you know he won’t be feeling that way for long.
“live a little, megumi,” you reply, pulling him into the shadows that the trees offer you.
he’s sure that whoever invented that phrase wasn’t talking about fucking your significant other in an abandoned field on campus, but he lets you have it anyway. he’s startled slightly when your hand reaches for the front of his pants, soft cotton smooshed beneath your finger tips as you palm at the outline of his cock. you’re an impatient thing, going right in for the kill instead of asking nicely. he’s used to that, though; you’re a brat through and through and a spoiled one at that.
“just couldn’t wait, huh? always in a rush.”
you pout, lips brushing against his jaw. “i’ve been waitin’ all afternoon. i’ve been a good girl, don’tcha think i’ve earned it?”
it’s an exaggeration really. but megumi knows how agitated you get when he doesn’t dick you down exactly when you want him to. you’ll stomp your foot and whine like a toddler; daddy’s rotten, little princess.
“i don’t know,” he answers back, pushing his hips into the opening created with your wide stance. he watches the way your eyes glimmer when he reaches for one of your thighs, pulling it by the knee to hike it up onto his hip. “think you might need to work a little harder.”
“y-yeah?” you stutter out, hissing at the press of his cock against your heat when you remove your hand in order to wrap your arms around his neck. “i’ll do my best work.”
blue eyes glint back at you, and megumi shakes his head. you’re a trip, honestly. but still he moves his hips forward in a grind, grins down at you with pearly whites when you pant up at him. you might be a brat but even you can’t hold out when you think you’re going to be getting what you want.
“i know you will,” he coos, making you shudder. “because all you’re getting is this.”