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༉‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚. 18 | she/her mdni | working on my theme

[greedlvr]

GREEDLVR’S BLOG

“dazed, dazed, dazed, can’t control my body…”

༉‧₊˚. EVIE (E-V) - 18 years old, leo, ISFP, kpop stan

- blog might contain : spoilers, nsfw, dark content ⸝⸝ read at own risk !

༉‧₊˚. INDEX

⸝⸝ masterlist, requests, more about me, rules

[enfermizada]

Skipping the storyline and going straight into the fucking part..

[missnymph]

Something people don’t tell you is that sex in fanfiction is so amazing that when you finally get laid in real life it is one of the most underwhelming things you could ever experience. Even the best, most jaw-dropping irl sex won’t compare to the average fanfiction sex-scene written by some college student running on five coffees at 1:37 a.m.

[the-lazyyy-artist]

Does JJK have a Yuuta problem?

I came across a video on my FYP and the creator talks about how Yuuta was taking too much space in both the anime amd the manga and it could've been better if other characters were able to fill up those spaces.

I disagree with her statement.

Because while yes, I acknowledge that Yuuta has always been so present in the Culling Games and the Shinjuku Showdown arcs, I believe that his presence was very necessary. Let's look back a little, yeah?

In JJK 0, Yuuta was obviously not meant to be part of the Jujutsu Society. But because of his desperation, grief, and trauma, he accidentally cursed Rika to stay with him, thus, making her his ticket into the society. The first person who saved him was Gojo, who we know is his distant relative. Because of Gojo's guidance and faith in Yuuta, and also because of Yuuta's friends, Maki, Inumaki, and Panda, he became the kid we see at end of the volume: more mature, more confident, and knows his purpose. He learned to let go and move on from Rika, and from there, his arc has concluded.

The part of him being second to Gojo (and Gojo being his sensei) is one of Yuuta's core. I'd like to think that Yuuta is forever indebted to Gojo as his sensei was his first believer, and Gojo trusted him. In return, this caused Yuuta to follow his example. To protect those who are weak, to protect his friends, and to protect the youth, and add the fact that Yuuta is already so kind and empathetic, and is a peace loving person.

Because of Gojo disappearance during the Shibuya Incident arc, this made Yuuta his successor, taking on Gojo's role as the strongest. No one asked him to do it. All Gojo asked him was to look after his students, most especially Yuuji. But he took it upon himself to be the "shock absorber" like Gojo was (i know, kinda sour to call him like that, but he was like a shock absorber).

So yes, Yuuta's presence in these two arcs is necessary. Him using his sensei's body, him risking his life, it was all Yuuta's decision because he was selfless enough to do it all for the sake of everyone.... Just as Gojo did.

[lastseraphicsoul]

the new episodes of jujutsu kaisen came out and people are now switching up on yuta... proud to say i knew he's THE shyt since day one 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

[tarotoge]

since the sendai colony was animated ive seen an uprising in yuta fics or even just yuta being included in headcanons and stuff. i included a visual representation of this phenomenon. thank you yuta nation!

i am no artist but this might be my best work yet

[lastseraphicsoul]

when my kids are complaining about their undereye dark circles, dark blue eyes but mommy had a type.

[lmhavingaboibee]

Reblog to claim your medal if you were always a Yuta fan even before the switch up

To all my people out there, who loved Yuta ever since JJK 0 and stood tall despite his slander.

In Yuta Okkotsu we trust.

[leabeesworld]

every time someone writes my baby jean kirstein as a jerk fuck boy, cheater, toxic, disrespectful to women and extremely popular, an angel loses his wings; because he would literally be the og yearner, he's a big loser who thinks he's a popular guy, bro could never use women, he would be a hopeless romantic, a soft spoken man, nervous around the girl he likes, respectful, overprotective, he would always put the person he loves first, probably the best boyfriend/husband in this world.

[juwonsicle]

ENHYPEN'S FIRST PERFORMANCE WITHOUT HEESEUNG IS THIS SATURDAY.

the company, and the organizers of the melbourne festival had already confirmed that heeseung will not be attending— making this the first enhypen performance without heeseung.

I understand that lots of engenes are upset over this, finding it hard to accept, but we can't let the other 6 members down.

this is JAKE'S first time performing in his home country, after being an idol for so many years. I urge all engenes to show enhypen the love they deserve, after working so hard, despite all the challenges they've faced, and the unfortunate string of events that have happened as of late.

WHAT YOU SHOULDN'T DO

7 minutes of silence: engenes have prepared a project for the melbourne performance, titled #MelbourneSilenceProject, and I strongly disagree with this for various reasons.

1. this will only discourage and upset the members for various reasons. 7 minutes is roughly about more than two enhypen songs performed. if you stay quiet during that time? it will only raise anxiety levels in the members performing. they would worry if they did something wrong, or if their performance is bad, if they receive silence from their own fans. this is very important because usually, as shown in concerts of enhypen, they can just breathe, and the fans would be screeching with cheers. it's a big contrast, no?

2. as enhypen members have said, there have been many changes in formation and choreography, meaning they had little time to adjust to the big change without heeseung. the only thing these 6 members need right now is support. silence won't show anything, and they can't be bothered to count that you were silent for exactly 7 minutes. meaning this project could easily lose its meaning and only be a negative bubble for the members. I urge you to be loud. cheer, scream, and show support when they need it most.

a black ocean: in case you are unaware of what a black ocean is, here's a description. 'a form of silent protest where audience members deliberately turn off their lightsticks during a specific artist's performance, creating a dark, silent atmosphere to show dislike or indifference' again, I believe this will only harm the members for similar reasons.

again, enhypen members have worked relentlessly up until now. giving them a black ocean? It will discourage them immediately, and once again, the reason of our protest will be lost on enhypen and will only create a bubble of negativity and harm the members.

WHAT YOU SHOULD DO

be loud: cheer loudly for enhypen! once they get on stage, while performing, and after!!!!

a heeseung chant: although he's not there on stage, he will always be on our minds. belift can NOT erase him, or take him away from us by distractions.

cheer for enhypen as a whole: yes, we are protesting for heeseung to come back, but at the same time this is a performance all members worked hard to show to their fans, don't forget to support them!

hold up banners to show support: jake banners, enhypen banners, and heeseung banners, anything. banners with "enhypen is 7"

hold up phones with "7" on the screen: could be perfect for media to capture, and gets the point across much more effectively.

WHY THIS IS IMPORTANT:

this is the first public event after heeseung's departure. it's a festival, it will be captured, filmed, live streamed, and hybe can NOT erase that. this will allow media to talk about it, to capture it in real time, putting even more pressure on hybe and belift.

please continue to show love for our SEVEN members.

[jjwoned]

TO ALL ENGENES!

please do not scroll, this is a very important message that ALL ENGENES must do if we want heeseung back.

as most of you might know, heeseung has "decided" to leave the group to focus on his solo career. BUT, this is not true.

heeseung DID NOT decide to leave the group, he was forced to. he was apparently seen crying and "crashing out" in a hybe hallway which CLEARLY shows it was not his decision. to add on, just a few days ago he was speaking about the world tour coming up, and participating in activities and events LIKE NORMAL. it was be so weird just for him to leave like that.

ENGENE, we are a team. we can bring heeseung back. for example, MARK FROM NCT. he left the group exactly like this but came back due to the FANS PROTESTS. WE CAN DO THIS FOR HEESEUNG ASWELL! PLEASE DO THIS SO OUR HEE CAN COME BACK.

THIS IS NOT FAIR! OTHER ARTISTS LIKE: YEJI FROM ITZY, TWICE MEMBERS, TXT MEMBERS, BTS MEMBERS AND MANY MORE ARTISTS ARE ALLOWED TO PURSUE THEIR SOLO CAREER WHILE BEING IN A GROUP. BUT NOT HEESEUNG??

we all call for heeseung's return while ALLOWING HIM THE FREEDOM TO PURSUE HIS SOLO CAREER.

ENHYPEN WILL ALWAYS BE SEVEN!

SEVEN OR NOTHING!

please reblog to spread awareness!!

by @jjwoned 🤍

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[sl4t4niki]

Reblog if you love heeseung and enhypen and if you believe that enhypen is seven we need our baby back now!

[greedlvr]

MASTERLIST

呪術廻戦

༉‧₊˚. gojo satoru

nerdjo

nerdjo eating you out

༉‧₊˚. choso kanami

first time

༉‧₊˚. yuta okkotsu

jealous

possessive yuta

more coming soon….

[greedlvr]

18+ | “mine to teach”

ap bio has been kicking my ass I need to graduate alrrrrrrr

synopsis: it’s your first time, and choso has a plan on how to please you while still being the sweet boyfriend you knew him as.

warnings: overstimulation (f!receiving), bondage, edging, fingering, oral (f!receiving), riding, dirty talk, praise + degradation, begging, corruption kink, multiple orgasms, p in v, breeding (wrap it up y’all) little bit of aftercare at the end. mdni.

you’re still trembling when choso doesn’t untie you.

your wrists are sore in the good way, arms stretched above your head, body heavy and loose from how thoroughly he just ruined you. your legs are shaky, thighs slick, heartbeat still racing.

you think it’s over.

choso doesn’t move to clean you up. doesn’t kiss your forehead. doesn’t whisper anything soft yet.

instead, he looks at you. really looks.

dark eyes tracing every inch of you, the way your chest rises and falls too fast, the way your thighs twitch when he shifts closer, the way your cunt is still swollen and sensitive, clenching around nothing.

“…hmm,” he murmurs. “not done.”

your breath stutters. “choso—”

“shh.” his thumb presses to your lips. “i told you i’d teach you. that means showing you how much your body can take.”

he trails that same thumb down your neck, between your breasts, over your stomach, painfully slow. you squirm instinctively.

“stay still,” he says quietly.

you try. you really do.

but the moment his fingers brush over your clit again—too light, barely there—you gasp, hips jerking.

he clicks his tongue.

“ah. sensitive still?” he hums. “i barely touched you and you’re shaking like a leaf.”

“please,” you whisper before you can stop yourself.

he simply smiles at that.

he spreads you open again, deliberately, holding you there so you can feel the air, so you can feel how exposed you are. two fingers slide inside slowly, stretching you, no rush, no mercy.

your whole body tightens, “fuck— choso— it’s too much—”

“no,” he corrects calmly. “it’s just new. breathe.” his fingers curl.

you cry out.

“good,” he murmurs. “there it is.”

he doesn’t move fast. that’s the worst part. he fucks you with his fingers in a slow, steady rhythm, hitting that spot every time, watching your face like it’s a textbook he’s memorizing.

“you feel how your body reacts?” he asks. “how it tightens when i do this?” another curl, “that’s you learning.”

you whimpered, hips pressing involuntarily against him. “ride my fingers,” he commanded, and you did, trembling, letting him guide you. every moan, every shiver, being noted mentally.

“that’s it, baby,” he murmured. “so wet for me… you like that, don’t you?”

“yes… yes, choso,” you breathed. “good girl,” he praised, slow and deliberate. “you take it so well.”

you moaned loudly as his fingers curled expertly inside, teasing that spot you didn’t know existed. his free hand gripped your hip, guiding your movements.

“that’s it, baby,” he whispered.

your legs tremble uncontrollably “i— i’m gonna—”

he stops.

completely.

you whimper, a broken sound tearing out of your throat. “choso— please—”

he leans over you, hand gripping your jaw, forcing you to look at him. “you don’t cum unless i tell you to,” he says softly. “understand?”

you nod frantically.

“say it.”

“i— i won’t cum unless you tell me to.”

“good girl.”

he goes back to your cunt like nothing happened, fingers sliding back in, slower than before, teasing, dragging it out until you’re shaking, sweat gathering at your temples.

your moans turn desperate. messy. “please— choso— i can’t—”

“you can,” he says easily. “you’re doing so well.”

he lowers his body down to between your thighs, and then he lowers his mouth to you, tongue flicking once, twice—just enough to make you sob. “oh my god— please— please let me—”

he pulls away.

you let out a broken cry.

“you taste so good..” he says softly before he goes back in.

his tongue flicked against your clit. his tongue presses flat against you, slow and firm, licking you like he’s savoring every reaction. his fingers return, adding pressure, keeping you right on the edge. your thighs clamp around his head.

“don’t,” he warns quietly. you force them open again, shaking. “that’s it. stay open. let me see you.”

he eats you out like it’s his job, relentless but controlled, tongue circling, sucking, flicking, never letting you tip over. all you can hear is his sucking as he tastes you.

after a bit when he finally lets you cum, it’s with his fingers pressed deep and his mouth sealed to you, voice vibrating against your cunt. your thighs shake violently, toes curling, breath gone.

he doesn’t stop.

he rides you through it, keeps licking, keeps touching, overstimulating you until your sobs turn high-pitched and frantic.

“choso— choso— i can’t—”

“you can,” he repeats calmly. “just a little more.”

“please— please—”

finally, finally, he pulls away. you collapse against the bed, chest heaving, body still twitching. he unties your wrists slowly, rubbing gentle circles into your skin immediately. “there,” he murmurs. “good girl.”

you’re still catching your breath when he shifts, sitting back against the headboard. “come here,” he says. you crawl to him instinctively, still dazed.

“straddle me.”

you do, movements slow and shaky, settling over his lap. his cock is hard, thick and heavy against your stomach. he guides you down onto him slowly, letting you feel every inch, holding your hips steady when you tense.

“that’s it,” he murmurs breathlessly. “take me. just like that. fuck, baby… you feel so good.”

you sink fully onto him, whimpering at how full you feel. he doesn’t thrust. he lets you do all the work, guiding your hips with his hands, teaching you the rhythm, the roll, the way your body responds.

“there,” he says softly. “feel that? that’s it.” his hands roamed, teasing your breasts, gripping your ass.

your movements get more confident, desperate even, chasing the pleasure despite how sensitive you still are. “choso— i’m close again—”

he grips your hips tighter. “already?” he murmurs.

your head drops forward against his shoulder, moaning into his neck. “please— let me—”

“yeah?” he whispers. “want me to cum inside you? show me you do.”

you do just that. you’ve never been more sure honestly, shaking in his arms, crying out as another orgasm tears through you, even more overwhelming than the last.

this time, he doesn’t hold back.

his thrusts turn sharp, controlled, driving up into you until his breath breaks, teeth biting into your shoulder as he cums hard, groaning your name like it’s carved into his chest.

he stays there for a moment, breathing hard, arms wrapped around you, holding you steady while you come down.

“you did so well,” he murmurs, brushing your hair back. “i’m proud of you.”

you blink up at him, exhausted, body buzzing.

and as you held each other, tangled and spent, you knew… you’d never been so thoroughly, completely his.

[greedlvr]

18+ | “jealousy, jealousy”

synopsis: you’ve always been yuta’s. you’ve known it. but lately, you’ve been spending more time with maki, laughing at her jokes, confiding in her more than him. yuta is usually gentle, kind, and patient… but jealousy is not something he’s familiar with. and he’s about to learn how badly it affects him.

warnings: afab!reader, dom!yuta, oral (f!receiving), smut, multiple orgasms, praise kink, dirty talk, pet names, fluff, light angst, cursing. aged-up characters.

you didn’t notice him at first.

he always waited patiently, smiling faintly, gentle hands brushing your hair back, warm and careful. but recently… something had shifted.

it started innocently enough, you and maki had been hanging out more, going to cafes, studying together, laughing at jokes that made yuta slightly… tight in the chest.

he never liked feeling like this. jealousy wasn’t him. he was calm. patient. always kind. the yuta you knew, soft, sweet, gentle, was patient enough to let you have your friends.

but seeing you laughing at maki’s stupid jokes, your fingers brushing hers over textbooks or coffee cups, seeing the way your lips curled when she teased you, he felt it.

that raw, gnawing burn.

it started small, a twitch of his jaw, a tightening of his grip on the steering wheel when he drove you home, a quiet tension in his shoulders that you didn’t notice.

until it became impossible to ignore.

“you’ve been spending a lot of time with maki lately,” he said, finally, voice soft, almost too soft. you blinked. “oh… she just wanted to go grab coffee. nothing big.”

“hm.” he nodded, smiling faintly, but the corner of his mouth twitched.

his jaw was tight, he didn’t usually get jealous. not like this. but the way you leaned over, smiling at her in those photos you’d sent him later that night, the way she touched your arm while you laughed at her jokes, yuta could feel it, rising.

something dangerous.

that night, yuta didn’t sleep well.

he imagined your fingers brushing hers, your lips turning upward at her words, your scent lingering on her hoodie.

and every thought, every picture, every laugh made him ache. not the sweet, tender ache he usually felt.

a raw, burning need that he couldn’t ignore.

he texted you, pretending to be casual:

“hey, baby… dinner tomorrow?”

and when you texted back that you had plans with maki again, a shiver ran through him.

of fucking course.

he should’ve known better than to bother you.

the next day, he waited for you at your apartment. you weren’t suspicious, he’d never barged in like this before.

“yuta? what are you doing here?” you asked, cheerful.

“you’ve been seeing maki… a lot,” he murmured, voice low, calm… too calm.

“oh… we just—”

“no,” he cut you off gently. “enough with the excuses, baby.”

you froze, heart racing. something about his tone made your skin prickle. “what?”

he stepped closer, heat radiating from him. “i don’t like it when you choose her over me. i don’t like it when i see her laugh at your stupid jokes and you forget i exist.”

your throat went dry. he was usually sweet. gentle. kind. but now? his eyes were dark. hungry.

“I wasn’t trying to—”

he took your face in his hands, tilting it up to look into your eyes. “I don’t care.”

“you’re mine. and you’ll do good in remembering that, right?”

then he kissed you properly.

tongue, teeth, lips, claiming, dominating, marking.

you were pressed against the wall, hands on his shoulders as he pressed you flush. his hands roamed everywhere. your thighs, your ass, under your shirt.

“so soft,” he muttered, voice low. “so fucking perfect, baby. all mine.”

you shivered, hips pressing into him. “yuta… i—”

“shh,” he whispered. “no talking. just feel. just be mine.”

he knelt in front of you suddenly, lifting your skirt with swift pace. “you’ve been teasing me with her,” he growled, lips brushing your folds. “but now… now it’s me who gets to taste, baby. me.”

he spread you apart with his fingers, teasing, circling, making you whimper like a fool.

“look at you,” he murmured. “so wet for me already. how cute.”

and when he finally sank his mouth to you, slow and deliberate, teasing with tongue and teeth, you moaned helplessly.

“fuck—yuta—oh god!”

he fingered you, tongue fucking you in tandem, relentless, unyielding. you felt like you were floating, helpless, his hands gripping your hips, his teeth nipping gently at your thighs.

he didn’t stop until you were trembling, cumming hard around him. he pulled back just enough to smirk, lips glistening. “so fucking perfect, baby.”

then he didn’t let you recover.

he flipped you around, pressing you onto the bed, lifting your legs over his shoulders. he unbuckled his pants, not wasting any second until his cock slipped out, hard and flushed.

he smacked your cunt with his tip, forcing a whine out of you, before he entered you slowly, watching your face, the way you gasped, the way your walls clenched around him.

“so tight for me,” he panted. “so fucking good for me, honey.”

you clutched his shoulders, nails digging in. “yuta… oh god… don’t stop—please—”

he didn’t.

he didn’t until you came again, screaming his name, shaking beneath him, and he followed soon after, groaning your name as he filled you completely, leaving nothing behind.

he collapsed atop you, chest heaving. “you… understand now, don’t you?” he murmured, brushing hair from your face, gentle again.

you nodded, flushed, sticky, breathless.

“y-yes… i’m yours, yuta.”

he smiled softly, wiping your tears with the back of his hand. “good girl,” he whispered.

later, he held you close, still flushed, hair sticking to his chest, fingers tracing your spine.

he was gentle now. soft. but underneath the calm, the possessive heat simmered, dangerous and delicious.

“you like her?” he asked quietly, voice low, teasing.

you shivered. “i… she’s my friend.”

“hm,” he hummed, lips brushing your temple. “but you like me more, don’t you?”

you nodded.

“always.”

“good girl,” he whispered.

“I’m sorry..I was too rough on you wasn’t I?”

[greedlvr]

18+ | “pay attention”

synopsis: your nerd of a boyfriend can calculate the entire universe but cannot figure out you’re horny.

warnings: sub!satoru, dom!reader, praise kink, needy!satoru, handjob (m), oral (m), riding, creampie, dirty talk (I think that’s all)

satoru looks… adorable.

that’s the first problem.

he’s sitting on your bed, glasses slipping down his nose, hair a fluffy white mess, pencil tapping rapidly against the open textbook as he mumbles formulas under his breath.

the second problem is that he has no idea you’re losing your mind, because he’s focused. hyperfocused. you swear this man could ignore the apocalypse if he was doing calculus.

you lean back on your elbows, staring at him, legs pressed together tightly. you’ve been dropping hints the last twenty minutes. shifting closer, touching his thigh, accidentally brushing your lips against his shoulder.

nothing.

you clear your throat softly. “’toru…”

he hums absently, still scribbling equations. “mm?”

“i’m bored,” you say, voice sweeter. needier.

“we can take a break once we finish this practice set,” he murmurs, pushing his glasses up with his knuckle. “it’s only seven more problems.”

seven more problems.

he says that like it’s not torture.

you shuffle closer, so your knee presses into his thigh. “satoru.”

“hm?”

“look at me.”

he does, finally, blinking those big baby-blue eyes at you like a confused puppy. “yeah? what’s wrong?”

you stare at him for a long moment.

then: “i’m horny.”

his eyes widen, and he stammers as he turns his head to look at you.

“w–what—” his voice cracks. “right now?? we’re— we’re studying!”

“i noticed.” you climb into his lap, straddling him, arms around his neck. “and you’re not paying attention to me.”

he freezes.

“b–baby,” he stammers, hands hovering because he doesn’t know where to put them. “i didn’t— i didn’t know you meant… that.”

“what else would i mean?” you whisper into his ear. he shivers violently. “i’ve been trying to get your attention.”

“…oh.” he swallows. “sorry.”

“don’t apologize,” you murmur, grinding down slowly on his lap. he lets out a strangled sound, hips jumping upward. “just let me help you.”

“i— i don’t— i’m not—”

“you’re hard,” you whisper.

he whimpers, your hand cups him through his sweatpants, thick, already twitching, and his head drops to your shoulder instantly, glasses skewing.

“oh—fuck—babe—” god, he’s so sensitive. so easy.

you rub him slowly, feeling him get even harder, his hands gripping your hips like he’s holding on for dear life. “you like that, satoru?”

he nods helplessly against your neck. “y–yes. yes. i really— i really like it.”

“good.” you tug his sweats down just enough to free him. his cock slaps against his stomach, embarrassingly hard and leaking. “because you’ve been neglecting me.”

his eyes widen, cheeks burning. “i didn’t mean to! i swear—”

“i know.” you kiss him softly.

you stroke him slowly, teasing, and his hips buck so pathetically you have to hold him down. “f-fuck, that feels— oh god—”

“it does doesn’t it?” you coo. you lower your mouth to him before he can protest, not that he would, and wrap your lips around the swollen tip.

satoru chokes. “b—baby— wait— that’s— holy shit—” you take him deeper, tongue swirling, hand stroking what your mouth can’t reach. his glasses are fogging, thighs trembling.

“’m gonna— i’m— baby, i’m—” you pull off with a pop. he looks betrayed. absolutely devastated. “why’d you stop?” he says, breathless and shaking.

“because,” you smirk, climbing back into his lap, “i want you inside me.”

his brain freezes.

“i–inside— right now? n—no condom? no—”

“you’re plenty hard. and i’m plenty wet.” to prove it, you guide his hand between your thighs. satoru moans softly when he feels how soaked you are. “see?” you whisper. “you did that to me.”

he looks like he might pass out. you sink down onto him slowly, watching his eyes roll back, mouth falling open in a silent cry as he stretches you and your warmth swallows him whole.

“baby— baby wait— you feel— you feel too good—”

his hands fly to your hips immediately. you start riding him, slow and deep at first, then faster when he starts whining, cheeks flushed, hair falling into his eyes. “you’re so cute,” you pant into his ear. “so needy for me. my good boy.”

he whimpers — loud — clutching you tighter. “hngh— i— i’m— i’m trying not to cum—”

“why?” you smirk. “i want you to.”

“but i’ll— ngh— i’ll cum too fast—”

“satoru,” you whisper breathlessly against his lips, “cum inside me.” he shatters.

his hips buck wildly, his voice breaks, and he’s moaning into your mouth as he empties himself into you, warm and thick, gripping you like he’s terrified you’ll disappear. you slow your movements, letting him ride it out.

he looks so pretty like this. flushed. panting. glasses crooked. tears at the corners of his eyes. “baby…” he whispers, dazed. “you’re… wow.”

you kiss him, slow and deep, then push his glasses up properly. “i’m not done.”

his breath catches. “w–what?”

you push him back gently until he’s flat on the bed, still inside you.

“you’re smart. you can study later.” you roll your hips. he whines. “right now… you’re going to give me another one.”

satoru’s voice cracks again: “o—oh my god.”

[greedlvr]

18+ | “like always”

synopsis: yuta has always been there for you. he always will be.

warnings: possessive!yuta, smut (mdni), fingering, oral (f!receiving), p in v, creampie, slight breeding kink if you squint, praising (lmk if there’s more I missed!)

you don’t remember a day of your childhood without yuta in it.

even during elementary school, he was the boy who carried your backpack when it was too heavy, the one who walked you home when it rained, the one who pressed bandaids onto your scraped knees with trembling fingers like he’d been the one hurt.

and he never changed.

not really.

you did, though.

you grew up, tried to date, tried to get over your dumb crush on the boy who looked at you like you hung the moon. you tried to move on.

and every time, every time, it fell apart.

this time, it shattered.

megumi cheated. that part still feels surreal to you. megumi, who was so calm, so steady, who pressed little smiles into your hair and promised to be different. he wasn’t supposed to be like the others.

but he was.

you can’t even cry anymore. it’s just numbness as you sit curled up on your bed, staring at your trembling hands.

a soft knock. then another.

then your door opens without waiting.

only one person does that.

“…hey,” yuta whispers, stepping inside your room like he’s afraid to break something. “i heard.”

he sits beside you slowly, like approaching a wounded animal. his hand touches your back, warm, careful, too careful.

“i’m sorry,” he murmurs. “you don’t deserve that. you never did.”

you swallow, throat tight. “yuta… i don’t… i don’t understand what’s wrong with me. why does this keep happening? why—”

“shh.” his arms slide around you, pulling you into his chest, tucking your head under his chin like you’ve always belonged there. “there’s nothing wrong with you. they’re the ones who couldn’t handle someone like you.”

you sniff, and his arms tighten a little too much. “yuta… i just wanted someone to treat me right.”

“you have me.”

you freeze.

but yuta doesn’t. he keeps speaking, soft, soothing, like he’s rehearsed every syllable. “i’ve always treated you right. always taken care of you. isn’t that enough?”

you pull back slightly. “yuta… that’s not—”

“why do you keep choosing guys who break you?” his voice cracks. your stomach twists. “why do you keep giving pieces of yourself to people who don’t even deserve to look at you?”

“that’s not fair,” you whisper.

yuta exhales, eyes softening, but they don’t lose the intensity simmering underneath. “i know. life isn’t fair to you.” he cups your cheek. “but i am.”

your heart stutters.

“you’re upset,” yuta murmurs. “you shouldn’t be alone tonight.”

“yuta—”

“stay with me,” he says, thumb stroking your bottom lip. “let me take care of you. like i always do.”

your breath catches. his hand slides down to your thigh, squeezing gently, warm through the fabric of your sleep shorts.

“i’ll make you forget him,” he whispers, leaning in. “i’ll make you forget all of them.”

you should pull away. you should.

but you don’t.

your lips meet his.

and yuta—

yuta makes a sound you’ve never heard before, broken and relieved all at once, like he’s been waiting his whole life for this exact moment.

his hands push you back onto the bed. “you don’t know how long i’ve wanted this,” he breathes, kissing down your neck, slow, claiming. “how long i’ve waited.”

“yuta—” your voice shakes. “i don’t know if this is a good idea.”

“it’s the best idea you’ve ever had.” he pulls your shorts off, kneeling between your thighs.

“look at you. fuck. you’re shaking.” yuta kisses the inside of your knee. then higher. then higher. until his mouth closes around your clit and you choke on a gasp, hands flying to his hair. “y-yuta—”

he moans into you, tongue flicking, sucking, slow and precise like he’s been practicing on phantom memories for years. “you taste better than i imagined,” he groans. “so sweet.”

your back arches. his fingers slide into you. two, long, fingers curling perfectly against your walls like he was made for you.

“fuck… yuta, slow—”

“so tight,” he says sweetly, kissing your thigh. “my baby.” his fingers pump deeper, harder, thumb circling your clit with devastating tenderness until your vision blurs and your legs tremble around his shoulders.

you cum with a broken sob, and yuta moans like he’s the one falling apart. “that’s it,” he whispers, kissing your inner thigh. “that’s my girl.” wiping his fluid filled chin with one hand, he moves up your body, kissing your stomach, your ribs, your throat, until his face hovers above yours, he leans in to kiss you, and you taste yourself on him.

he pushes his sweats down, positioning himself between your legs, cock thick and flushed and already leaking. he rubs the tip against your clip before—

he pushes in.

slow and deep.

a choked moan leaves your throat and yuta kisses your mouth again to swallow it, groaning when you tighten around him.

“fuck— you feel perfect. you’re perfect.”

his thrusts start slow, controlled, but his hands tremble where they grip your hips. “do you know how many nights i thought about this?” he gasps into your neck. “how many nights i touched myself thinking about fucking you full of me?”

your nails dig into his back. “yuta—!”

“i’d see you come home crying, running to someone else,” he growls, thrusts getting sharper, “when you should’ve been here. with me. always with me.”

your breath breaks. your legs shake.

“i’m the one who stayed,” yuta whispers against your lips. “the one who loves you. the only one who ever will.”

he pushes your knees to your chest, fucking you deeper, harder, until all you can do is cry and cling to him. “gonna cum inside you,” he pants. “is that what you want? to fill you up?”

“yes, yes—” you moan breathlessly, not thinking of anything but the pleasure you felt with every thrust he gave you, hitting that g-spot that made your eyes roll back.

his thrusts stutter, his breath shudders, and he cums deep, thick warmth spilling inside you as he moans your name like a prayer.

he doesn’t pull out. he stays there, chest pressed to yours, breathing hard. “i love you,” he whispers. “i always did.”

you swallow. “…yuta…”

his hand slides to your belly, tender and possessive all at once. “maybe this time,” he murmurs, “things will finally work out.”

there’s a strange flicker in his eyes.

you almost ask—

what does he mean ‘this time’?

but his arms wrap around you again, pulling you into the warmth of his chest.

just like always.