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hi dearie, just wanted to let you know how much i adore your writing. i read your sukuna fic like once a week, take care of yourself and i hope you’re doing well!
aaaawwwwwrrr stop this is so flattering and considering i've gone ONE sukuna fic?? ty ty ty
should i try to write for him more?? i loved writing that fic but i do feel like i had him hella ooc ... idk !! but i'm slowly writing more ty culling game arc !!
word count: 4.8k
warnings: none ?
summary: yuuta and (y/n) just can't seem to keep it platonic when they're together.
more info: aged up characters! tooth rotting fluff. yuuta is a lil ooc but idc he's precious to me. seriously the flirting here is ooey gooey you will be kicking your feet !!
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(y/n) and Yuuta were a pair known to be cutthroat and fearless when sent on an assignment together. Nothing would secure a quick exorcism quite like those two’s names being written in. Everything about their abilities stacked them up to be a formidable opponent. With (y/n’s) strong innate technique and Yuuta’s ability to copy, not to mention they were both well versed with a katana, they made exorcizing curses look easy. And their expertise working as a team would’ve made them the perfect example for the younger sorcerers to learn a thing or two about synchronicity.
The only problem? Unless there was a curse involved, the two of them couldn’t be in the same room together and function properly.
Why? Well, the incessant flirting might’ve had something to do with it.
Gojo had tried to have the pair stop in during a lesson with his three students who had some difficulty applying their skills in a team setting. All three were talented in their own ways, but for some reason, when put together, they flop around like fish out of water. Being the astute teacher he was, he asked his previous students to pop by for a quick lesson on the importance of teamwork.
It did not go as planned.
Nobara was slumped over her desk, her chin lazily propped up by her hand, and not even a flicker of interest on her face. Megumi wore a similar expression, already tired of Gojo’s antics for the day, knowing what was coming. He held a lot of respect for Okkotsu Yuuta- but if (y/n) was with him? All hope of learning something flew out the window.
Itadori was the only one who actually had a scrap of excitement to him. It wasn’t often that Yuuta was around, and he adored (y/n), so it was a treat to be talked to by two of his favorite upperclassmen. Unfortunately, he had been too new to Jujutsu Tech to know what he was really in for.
“It’s really important to get to know you partner on a personal level,”
That was the fateful line that really derailed the lesson- and only thirty seconds in made it a new record for how long it took them to get off track.
“So long as you know you can trust them with your very life, everything else will fall right into place” (y/n) continued, shooting Yuuta a sweet smile as she reached out to squeeze his arm affectionately. Yuuta mirrors the smile back at her.
Megumi rolls his eyes, slumping back a little further in his seat as the inevitable took place.
“Well, it helps when your partner’s already achieved perfection” He tells her, making her brighten as she swivels towards him, already forgetting the students in front of her and the purpose of her being there.
“Awe, Yuuta you softie, you’re the one that’s a Special Grade!” She muses back at him, and that’s about the time that Nobara and Yuji realize what’s happening.
Nobara’s leaned off her hand, more entertained by the back and forth her presenters had than she previously thought. Their body language had her love radar flying off the charts. From (y/n’s) hand squeezed around Yuuta’s bicep, to the way he craned his neck just the slightest bit to better meet her gaze. At this point, neither one of them were facing the classroom of three, already far too enamored with the presence of the other.
Itadori isn’t nearly as subtle. He’s gaping, jaw nearly hitting his desk as he watches the two completely forget where they were as they flirt away with abandon. His eyes darted between the both of them, eager to catch every little detail.
Much unlike Megumi, who was hiding his nauseated expression behind his hand. For some time he’d shut his eyes to avoid the embarrassing display, but it was like a train wreck. He couldn’t help but peek through his fingers to witness the pair blushing and fawning over each other.
“You’d be Special Grade too if they measured cuteness instead of cursed energy” Was the ridiculous line that Yuuta pulled that finally had Gojo intervening.
Not that the Six Eyes user wasn’t equally engaged in his very own personal rom-com playing out before him, but Megumi’s face had reached the shade of pale that he knew meant nothing good, and if he didn’t step in, this train wreck would face an explosion, too.
“Alright guys!” Gojo clapped his hands loudly, startling the pair making heart eyes at each other. It did the trick to tear their attention away from each other, both of them looking at their old mentor curiously. “Great pep talk. You two sure know how to… teamwork…”
Everyone gave Gojo a confused look at his awkward way of speaking, but to his luck no one calls him out on it.
“But I’m taking my favorite students outside for lessons today! And I think we’re wrapped up here aren’t we? Yes indeed, so, good seeing you two!”
He gives them no time to properly say goodbye to him or his students before the two are ushered out the door. (y/n) briefly gets in a wave- which only Itadori returns- and just like that the door is shut behind them both.
With furrowed brows and a quiet laugh she turns to Yuuta.
“Geez, he’s still got some things to learn about teaching, huh?” She teases without a shred of self reflection.
“Seriously. It was like he was in his own little world” Yuuta replied.
They were supposed to go meet up with Maki and Toge as soon as their little lesson was over so that the three of them could talk about a surprise party for Panda that was just a week away- but sure enough the two stayed put and got comfortable right in the hallway.
In a matter of seconds Yuuta’s leaning against the wall, (y/n) hovering close to him so her every hushed giggle could be heard after everything he said. She gets lost in the mirth in his eyes when he speaks to her, murmuring sweet things about how pretty of a teacher she’d be.
“Are you saying you have a thing for teachers?” She teases between girlish strings of giggles.
“Sweetheart, if I was lucky enough to have you as my teacher I never would have learned anything” He says, reducing her to shameless giggles again.
It’s dorky, and ridiculously cheesy, but there was something about Yuuta’s charm and the way he looked at her that had her knees weak and her heart a melted puddle.
“Well aren’t you lucky then?”
“Was even luckier that year you went with the miniskirt for your uniform- what happened to that skirt, anyways?” He asks, and when his eyes trail her figure up and down, her cheeks begin to burn beyond the point of no return.
“Yuuta!” Is all she can manage to squeak out before the lump in her throat betrays her. Just as she reaches out and swats a hand against his chest, their little bubble is bursted. (Again)
“Idiots!” The familiar bark of Maki as she stormed down the hall, having finally found them after searching the campus for the last five minutes. “Do you two mind getting your claws out of each other so we can talk about cake?”
It would’ve made them laugh, hearing Maki get pissed off over cake of all things, but the storm in her eyes was noticeable even from down the hall, and this wasn’t their… first offense… and had dealt with her fury too many times in the past. So swiftly and wordlessly, their focus shifted.
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Most efforts to split the pair up were futile. Occasionally, a situation came along where someone was able to wiggle between the two and pry them apart, but they were few and far between.
Very few. Very far between.
Usually Nobara only dragged Yuji and Megumi around with her when she felt the urge for a shopping spree. But when Maki piped up and said she needed new sneakers, then Toge was in for lunch with his friends, and soon that meant Yuuta wanted to go to hang out with his friends too.
Of course if Yuuta was going, (y/n) was going. And if (y/n) was going, those two weren’t going to get in all that much quality time with the others.
“They’re going to get lost” Nobara muttered to Maki, both girls casting glances back at the pair they were gossiping about.
As the group wandered the shopping district, they took turns pairing off in order to take up less space on the sidewalk. For the most part, it was just a considerate thing to do.
However, Yuuta and (y/n) were slowly trailing so far behind the group they were almost lost among the surrounding pedestrians. Completely clueless to how far ahead their friends were, too wrapped up in whatever they were giggling about.
“I hope we lose them” Maki gossips back with a smirk curling on her lips.
Unfortunately, they don’t.
Somehow no one gets separated when they settle in for lunch. Not so surprisingly, (y/n) and Yuuta sidle into a corner of the booth and completely miss the game of rock paper scissors that Toge loses when he has to sit directly next to them.
Yuuta’s arm is thrown over the back of the booth around (y/n’s) shoulders not two seconds into settling into the seat. While Nobara dives into a plan of action for what stores she wants to hit in which order, (y/n) not so subtly throws her menu up in front of her face, as if it was enough to hide the whispers and giggles that her and Yuuta share when he puts his up as well.
Even Megumi’s evil eye isn’t enough to draw them out of their exchange- even though so far they’d been wrapped up in each other all day. Except for when (y/n) accidentally stepped on Yuji’s shoe and apologized, they’d hardly separated from one another. Physically, and conversationally.
The others tried to talk over them, but it was nearly impossible to not hear the relentless flirts.
“Are you ordering a drink? I think just one with lunch might be fun” (y/n) suggested, pursing her lips at the selection of cocktails.
“I definitely will if you will, you’re a flirt when you drink” Yuuta smirked.
The way Maki shoves her finger towards her mouth in mock disgust is not subtle, the entire table erupts in laughter… but the giggles coming from (y/n) and Yuuta’s corner are of a different nature. It’s obvious they hadn’t noticed the maneuver at all.
It got worse when the drinks came and so did the feeding each other. Toge tried to put what distance he could between himself and Yuuta, but with Itadori on his other side, there wasn’t much extra space left for an escape.
Once the bill is squared away and the group gets going on Nobara’s plan of attack for the shopping portion, Yuuta and (y/n) nearly get left behind in the restaurant.
He still has her crowded into the corner of their booth, despite it being completely empty. It’s only when she reaches out to fix a crease in the collar of his shirt that she realizes their table is empty, and for a brief second, she’s brought back to reality.
“Yuuta?” She hums, peeking over his shoulder, only to catch their friends leaving the restaurant.
“Yes…?” He practically purrs back at her, and normally her swooning heart would’ve taken control again and the two of them would sit in this huge booth until the place closes, but right now she feels too panicked seeing their friends leave to properly enjoy his shift in tone.
With a small pat against his shoulder before she points over it, Yuuta gives in and glances behind him.
Just as it had done to her, reality crashes down on him and his face falls when he sees their group had just left, and were currently walking down the sidewalk without them.
He’s scrambling out of the booth with a mumbled curse under his breath, before reaching his hand out to help her quickly slide out as well. Her hand stays in his as they jog to catch up with their quick moving friends.
“Does it feel like they’re trying to ditch us?” (y/n) whines as the group appears to pick up pace a few feet in front of them.
“They are!” Yuuta groans, glaring when Toge looks over his shoulder and catches eyes with the pair, only to speed up ahead of the rest of the group to lose them faster. “Why would they do that?”
(y/n) huffs before shrugging.
“I have no idea,” She mumbles, brows furrowed with confusion. “Maybe Nobara found a sale somewhere?”
“Oh,” Yuuta nods along in understanding. “Yeah, probably”
Dumbly, they both nod along and accept the theory as truth. But why else would all of their friends leave them behind at the restaurant? Neither one of them could come up with any ideas.
Eventually they’d catch up with their friends a few stores down, but not after some good old fashioned hand swinging and dilly dallying.
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It’s comical, how blind these two idiots could be. In fact, Toge was nearly laughing his ass off from across the room as he watched the pair. Much to Panda’s grievance, who was trying not to look at the non-couple getting comfortable in each other’s personal space.
Yuuta had a thing for crowding (y/n)- that was never a secret. If it was, it would have been the worst kept secret of all time, seeing as any chance he got, he made sure he was the only thing in her direct line of sight. So if she wanted to be a wallflower at this little- but noisy- end of the year party, that meant Yuuta was towering over her, all but caging her in with his arms.
It wasn’t necessarily caging if it was only one arm he had up against the wall in the space next to her head, it gave her the perfect escape if she was looking for one. However, with the bright smile she wore as she gazed up at him, he had every reason to believe she didn’t exactly want him to put any more space between them.
“I think our friends might miss us”
It didn’t even matter that she was trying to hide the curl in her lips behind that red plastic cup, her eyes were wide pools of truth, and Yuuta could read them in an instant.
He barely casts a glance across the room, not wanting to tear his eyes away from her for a second longer than necessary. It’s a quick sweep, sizing up the small crowd in one motion before every ounce of his attention is on her again. It sends a shiver down her spine, has her straightening against the wall just the slightest. It’s easy for Yuuta to notice when all of his senses are tuned in on her. He smirks.
“I’m not so sure,” He chuckles.
He hadn’t needed to double check in order to know that their friends are doing everything in their power not to look in their direction right now. That’s why he hadn’t picked the darkest corner of the room to cozy up to her in- wherever the two of them were together, the rest were bound to flock in the opposite direction. Yuuta might have found this to be a peculiar coincidence if he’d spent any time thinking about it- but his mind was a little too foggy at the moment to put the pieces together.
He’d blame that fogginess on the couple of drinks he’d sipped throughout the night. Even though he could feel the way his heart beat erratically in his chest when he stood close to her like this.
“I don’t think they’d notice if we left”
Does he know what he’s implying when he says this? It can’t be said for sure. Does he understand that when (y/n’s) eyes grow rounder and a little squeak of a laugh escapes through her breath that she’s taken his words to mean something else entirely? Yes… yes he does.
His cheeks burn but (y/n’s) nervous laughter turns sweet and she starts to lower her cup from her face. Yuuta desperately fights the urge to tug on the collar of his jacket- why did he even wear this damn jacket tonight?- as her gaze softens on him. It has his heart all aflutter, being gazed at so fondly by her eyes. He thinks nothing could ever amount to this, no finger could ever be cradled so tightly by the coil that is his heart as hers. And wrapped around it he was, because as soon as she tilted forward, he found himself also closing the small space between them.
Yuuta would like to say he wasn’t pursing his lips and closing his eyes, but it’s not until (y/n’s) speaking that his eyes are flying open and he’s trying to wear as neutral an expression as possible- because what? No he wasn’t about to kiss his best friend, haha! Definitely not…
“Should we leave, then?” A smile curls on her lips with her question, and with a nod of his head, she’s wrapping her hand around his wrist and tugging him out of the room.
The lump in Yuuta’s throat is too thick to swallow, but he does manage a small laugh at how quickly she rushes them into the large corridor of the Technical College. They’d already established that their friends wouldn’t notice their disappearance, but he goes along with her anyway, because that’s what he did best.
After a large swig of his drink, he finds the confidence to slide his wrist out of her hold just enough to snatch her hand. It’s a quick but gentle move, and he’s successful in getting her to halt in her tracks and turn all of her attention back towards him.
“I’m starting to think I’m your favorite” The corner of his lips curl into a suggestive smirk, but she just as quickly tilts her head at him and returns the favor.
“Am I that superficial? Playing favorites with my friends?” She teases, deliberately giving him a non-answer just to mess with him.
“Is that what we are?”
His flirtations get ahead of him a bit, the question slipping out in a murmur with ease before he even realizes the position he’s putting himself in by asking such a thing. It’s evident that he doesn’t mean to say it, at least not like that, from the way his playful smirk drops and there’s suddenly something very serious in his eyes.
He may not have meant to say that, but now that he has, he awaits her response with baited breath and concentrated eyes, flickering over her every feature to find some tell that will give him his relief before her words do.
(y/n’s) lips part, not moving at first, but they slowly stretch into a surprised little smile. He’s not sure if that means good news yet, but it does ease the clench on his heart just a little bit.
Everything she does seems to be too slow to him now. She’s silent for too long, and she holds her neutral expression for a surprising amount of time seeing as the drink in her hand was her third one of the night. The only thing that seems to be Yuuta’s immediate saving grace is the pinkish color warming up her cheeks as her eyes remain on his.
“You say that like you know something I don’t,” She whispers, so softly her voice is barely audible, but Yuuta’s fantastic at reading lips. “So…” She trails off, her eyes unwavering from his, too lost in the depths of the deep blue to articulate her words all that carefully. “What are we then, Yuuta?”
He sighs like he’s finally come up for air after being chained at the bottom of the ocean for all his life. As if her question has provided a lift to an invisible weight on his shoulders that she otherwise never would have known existed. Her features soften before he even replies- due to the way his shoulders drop. Not to mention she doesn’t think he’s ever looked at her with as much sincerity as he does now. It nearly knocks the wind out of her, how heavy his gaze feels now.
“Anything you want,” He tells her through another sigh, and a small shake of his head has his bangs falling astray while his eyes flicker across her features. “Whatever you say”
She blinks at him, lips parting before sealing shut again as she swallows the hot lump forming in her throat.
“That’s a lot of pressure” She murmurs, at a loss of what to say, at a loss of what to think. The tips of her fingers felt like they were buzzing, and the little hairs on her arms were starting to stand up. Was this still the game? Where they flirt and nothing happens? No… this doesn’t seem the same.
And he was still looking at her with those eyes.
“Sorry,” Yuuta breathes out, not sounding the least bit apologetic. The trail of his eyes moving down to her lips contained no discretion. “(y/n)?”
“Yeah?” She mumbles back.
“You haven’t said anything” He reminds her, but it’s useless.
His eyes are still locked on her lips, waiting for them to move again.
“I… don’t know what to say”
She’s so nervous, which is a new sensation around Yuuta. Sure, she’s used to the butterflies, the blushing and the giggling, none of that was new. But the weight of real nerves in her stomach has her brows pinching together as she looks up at him, hoping that he’ll have just the right thing to say to break the tension between them that has her suffocating.
She’d never held her tongue around him before. She’d never been afraid to say the wrong thing. But now it’s the only thing she can think about. If she says the wrong thing now, their friendship- or whatever this is- could be ruined. And she just couldn’t take responsibility for that.
Yuuta’s eyes are on hers again, and she tries to swallow the lump in her throat, but it burns. His hand reaches out, gently touching her shoulder as if to give her some comfort, before it slides around the side of her neck. His palm is warm, and if it weren’t for their close proximity, she would’ve been comforted by this. Instead she finds herself holding her breath.
“I need to know what you’re thinking, sweetheart” He tells her, the tips of his fingers pressing ever so slightly into the nape of her neck.
Her lips form into a pout, and her vision betrays her as it lowers from his eyes, mirroring him in the way her eyes lock onto his lips, parted and waiting. She wills herself to look up again and get a grip, but Yuuta’s reaction time is faster, and those lips are hovering over hers before she even sees him move. His hand is firm around the back of her neck, and his will is strong as he waits right there, a mere few centimeters away, sharing the same air as he waits for some sort of confirmation from her.
Unlike before, he knows exactly what he’s doing. He just has to wait.
Wide eyes locked onto his, for just a second, as if she needed to double check it really was him and she wasn’t lost in a vivid daydream. Once she confirms Okkotsu Yuuta really is standing there patiently awaiting her decision.
And it feels so right to kiss him. It feels right to have her hands around the collar of his jacket, it feels right to slant her lips over his and kiss him fast. Maybe it’s a little too rough for a first kiss- but the pace of it all feels right. They’re out breath all too quickly but neither of them make the time to slow down to catch it.
She’s ruined the shape of his collar, it’s crumpled and bent and curling on one side because of the iron grip she holds it in. This goes unnoticed by Yuuta as he’s too busy wrapping his arms around the small of her back so he can lift her off the ground just enough to move them both out of the middle of the hall. (y/n) doesn’t bother to look where he’s moving, she gets the idea when her back is against the wall and her feet are on the floor again. They’re hardly any more secluded, anyone who could walk into the corridor would see them just as easily, but neither one of them really cares about that little flaw.
Yuuta kisses her the same way he wields his katana. Like it comes completely natural to him. Like his life depends on it. And judging from the way he gasps for air between each one, she could assume he had waited all his life for this moment. When she’s parted from a kiss for just a second longer than his liking, his hand is returning to the nape of her neck to draw her back into him so his lips could be reunited with hers again. She can’t help but giggle a little bit into this kiss, but it doesn’t hinder her ability to kiss him back in the slightest.
For as heightened as their senses were trained to be as sorcerers, neither one of them had a single one tuned into anything but the other. So it goes completely missed when Inumaki Toge wanders into the hall. He quickly forgot that he was headed for the bathroom when he catches his friends just down the hall, in plain sight, making out. With a dropped jaw he expects them to break it up and freak out about getting caught, but the Cursed Speech user quickly realizes that they had no idea he was even there.
It only takes a few seconds for Toge’s shock to wear off enough that he realizes it’s awkward to keep standing there watching them- even though a part of him was wondering if Yuuta’s wandering hand on her hip was actually about to grab her butt or if he was too much of a coward to make that move- so he hurries back into the party.
Toge may have had a limited vocabulary, but it didn’t take much for him to signal to his friends that he’d just witnessed something exciting. With wide eyes and rapidly clapping his hands he got everyone’s attention at once. After that it’s a mess of hand gestures. The group had gotten pretty good at charades, so they quickly realize he’s talking about Yuuta and (y/n). Upon figuring this out, they seem to notice the pair's absence.
This is quickly explained with Toge’s rough sign language. If crude kissy faces with his hands counted as signing. Either way, it did the trick.
“No way!” Itadori shrieks, somewhere crossed between excitement and alarm.
Panda burst out into full belly laughter.
Megumi and Maki seemed frustrated more than anything. They realized quicker than the others that if those two finally figured their shit out, they were bound to become ten times more annoying now.
The entire group is rushing to the door then, pushing and shoving to get a glance for themselves. Toge wasn’t necessarily a liar, but it was no secret that he loved drama.
Yuuta and (y/n), hand in hand and walking back towards the party, both startle when all of their friends suddenly crowd them at the door. It’s obvious by the looks on their faces what they thought they were walking into, and their pair shared a quick nervous glance towards one another, each trying to assess what to say first.
(Admittedly, their heads were a little hazy, so their decision making skills weren’t at their sharpest)
“You finally hook up and you don’t even have the decency to let us see!?” Yuji’s the first to react, earning a quick kick to his heel from Megumi.
(y/n’s) free hand tries to cover her face, Yuuta tries to duck into his collar enough to hide his burning cheeks- only to finally realize it’s barely standing upright due to (y/n) roughing it up.
“Good. Now you can keep all your lovey dovey stuff to yourselves” Maki warns, pointing an accusatory finger between the both of them. They’re quick to nod in agreement, too embarrassed to argue or ask questions. However, she does catch eyes with (y/n) and gives her a discreet wink before she turns and walks back into the room, seemingly finished with her work.
Toge claps for them excitedly, Panda makes an awkward comment, and things seem to smooth over on their own after that.
Later on, when the party is back in full swing, and (y/n) and Yuuta slip out undetected once more, they make sure to get behind a door that closes.
hi jordie!!! how are you doing? i hope you’ve been good! 💗 i come here to satisfy my curiosity… do you have plans for any megumi fics in the future? i LOVE how you write him and since your spiderman fic i’ve been even more obsessed with megumi and your works. I would love to see more of your writing for him AND in general! much much love 🫶🫶
YESSS HIIIII i do game more plans for megumi pics!!!!!!!! i have some choso and yuuta (obvi) in the works now but i have SO MANY megumi thoughts and ideas that i NEEEEED to start writing !!!!!!!!
also thank you so so so so so much i also loved writing that spiderman fic (my favorite megumi fic ive ever written) and anytime i re-read it (yeah i re-read my own stuff is that narcissistic?? nah) and i want to write something for him that makes me feel that way again soon 🥰
trust me the next fix i write for him will be SCRUMPTIOUS and probably too long but i really can’t help it 😚
you ever have a half-thought for a fic but you start it anyways to get the creative juices flowing and suddenly you're hit with backstories/character traits/metaphors like a fucking TRAIN and you're like YEAH THIS IS GOOD IM ACTUALLY WRITING but also you have no idea where that came from like what possessed me to take this idea of "i just wanna write somethin for choso" and 15k words later you're like
a/n— (pls leave comments or tag/quote reblogs I love listening to opinions and talking back and forth ᴖ̈ ) also loll I got so carried away, lots of tangents.
there's no plot, you're ovulating, your bf is more than willing to help.
word count: 10.3k
❥ cw incl: choking, breeding kink, pwp, pillow talk, no condom, bathtub sex, fingering, nipple play, oral (fem recieving), a lot of pet names and a concerning amount of em dashes.
You're sitting with your legs crossed, feet rubbing together every now and then. Earlier Maki had asked you what got you all anxious, but how do you tell her it's not anxiety causing your fidgeting? It's not like you can admit to staying up late, with your blanket pulled up over your head, your moans muffled by your pillow…
Ugh, ovulation week is always such a bother, you didn't think it was supposed to be such a big deal, but the older you get the more heightened your hormones seem to get.
It's been getting ridiculous, zoning out in class, staying up late to get yourself off, even outside you can't help yourself- sitting with your legs crossed on the train to get just a hint of reprieve.
Out of the corner of your eye you notice a high schooler moving away as a salary man boards the train, probably cautious. But with the way your thoughts have been clouded, you wonder if you're the real pervert in this packed cabin. If that wasn't enough, on top of your body acting up, you missed him. Yuuta’s been stationed out of Tokyo for a mission, so you don't even have your boyfriend to ‘help’ you through it.
The train finally pulls up to the station with a soft ‘ting ting’ and the UI voice announcing your stop. You gather your things and get out with a sigh, walking to your college apartment. You're taking off your shoes at the entrance, mind wandering off to what you'd do with your free evening and that's when you notice it. A pair of white sneakers kept next to your brown flats..
Yuuta's back!
You grin to yourself, rushing to enter your apartment. You follow the black katana case, kept balanced by the umbrella stand, then the white jacket discarded over your sofa and finally your boyfriend, standing in the kitchen in a white tshirt and black sweatpants, gulping down water.
Your eyes trail over his face, smiling at his messy hair and closed eyes before dropping to his lips, a stray droplet sneaks past his mouth, dribbling down from his chin and down to his throat. Watching his adam's apple bob with each sip, you look away, your throat suddenly feeling dry as well.
He finally seems to catch sight of you, eyes widening the slightest bit before closing into crescents as he smiles, setting the glass aside as he walks over to wrap you in a hug.
“You didn't tell me you'd be back today!”, you complain into his shoulder but he just hums into your hair with a grin, “Wanted to surprise you, but you weren't home when I got back so I figured I'd wait.”
And you should probably ask about his mission or how he's been and you probably would've usually, but the smell of his shampoo so close to your face and the soft cotton of his shirt under your fists don't help your decision. fuck it— you'd explain later and you know yuuta wouldn't tell you no anyway.
Pulling away from the hug you pull him down by the collar to finally kiss him after a week of being apart, yuuta looks shocked by the sudden movement but quickly melts into it with a smile. But you don't stop there, tongue slipping out to tease his lower lip, nibbling lightly, your hands sneak down from his collar to grip at his back instead. yuuta makes a startled ‘mmph’ into the kiss, but you swallow it down, he finally manages to break away by slowly pulling you back by your shoulders as he huffs out amused, the tips of his ears coloring, “baby? i- what was that for?”
But what he wasn't expecting was your hands still gripping him, cheeks flushed, eyes dilated, brows scrunched with frustration as you tried to chase his lips again. If this was a webcomic he could've sworn your pupils would be heart-shaped right now, especially with the way they seemed to lave his form. you hush his questioning as you tug him down again, this time to mumble into his neck, “yuyu.. I want you.. c’monn, don't just stand there looking.”
Yuuta glances at your face one more time before swallowing a small groan, “oh.” before he nods, always so ready to help you out. He was such a devoted boyfriend after all, whether it be reminding you to drink water, bringing you back something from his trips, reaching for your hand without thinking or some nights it's making sure you're properly cared for. ..guess the hagino tsuki puffs waiting in a bag on the table would have to wait longer..
You on the other hand don't wait for further talk, already pulling him along by the wrist and to your room. You gently nudge him to sit at the foot of your bed, standing in front of him before you start stripping out of your day clothes, down to your underwear. Yuuta leans back watching you as you move, the pink sweater and black wool skirt giving way to smooth golden skin. You'd finished stripping before climbing onto his lap and kissing him again.
He lets out a sigh that's more of a shiver as he feels your lips against his, the kiss only serving to make him more desperate for you. His lips part against yours as he kisses you back—almost hungrily—before he manages to pull back breathlessly.
“You said you wanted me, angel?”
You just nod against his lips, already urging him back to you.
"…Then get on your back for me." He whispers, voice low. "I want to see you, baby.”
He helps you lower backwards, settling you carefully against the sheets—his hands still on your body, as if he can't quite bear to take them away.
He looks down at you for a moment, just admiring your body sprawled out below him—and the look in his eyes almost makes your heart race even faster in anticipation.
"Gods… you're gorgeous." *He murmurs, his voice soft, almost reverent. He leans in, trailing kisses down the soft curve of your neck—his hands roaming your chest, teasing gently.
His lips trail lower, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses down your chest—lingering over each sensitive peak through your bra before moving further down, his hands guiding your thighs apart gently.
"…Tell me if you want me to stop," he murmurs against your skin, his breath warm and uneven. "But I don't think you will…" he lets out and an amused huff remembering your eagerness
His fingers trace slow, teasing circles along your inner thighs—just barely brushing against where you really want him to—before finally giving in and pressing against you properly, his touch firm and deliberate. your panties were slick from arousal by now and they stick to you obscenely as he prods his fingers against you.
"…You're so wet for me already," he whispers, voice rough with want. "Did you miss me that much, angel? I'd have finished up sooner if I knew you had dessert saved up, baby..”
He spread your thighs open a little further, the heat between you almost unbearably intense as his fingers stroke against you gently.
"…And so sensitive…" he mutters, his breath catching in his throat as he watches the way you shiver under him. "Let me give you what you need, baby… you've been so good for me…waiting for me to come back and take care of you, pretty girl.”
He leans down, pressing a slow, lingering kiss to your inner thigh—his lips soft and warm against your skin— sucking a few stray marks along the way before finally giving in to what you both want.
Pulling your panties to the side with one finger he leans back, pausing for a second just to watch the way your clit twitches and the way your hole seemed to clench around nothing. “cute..” he mutters, leaning forward to nudge his nose against your clit. Your face flames at the comment before jolting at the action and you fall silent again.
His mouth finds you, hot and insistent, and the first slow drag of his tongue against you makes your back arch off the bed—a soft, breathless cry escaping your lips.
"…That's it," he murmurs against you, his voice rough with need, "Just like that… let me hear you, missed you like this, angel."
His hands grip your hips tighter, holding you steady as he takes you apart—slowly, deliberately—his tongue swirling in slow, teasing circles, circling your entrance once before dipping inside, humming into you as he hears you whine.
"…You taste so good…" he murmurs, the sound vibrating against your skin. "So sweet, pretty.”
He keeps going, his mouth moving against you in perfect rhythm, like he can't get enough of you.
His fingers press into the soft flesh of your hips, leaving little dents just deep enough to show how much he's holding back. He knows you him to speed up, can feel it in the way you buck up into his mouth, but he's still being so careful—taking things slow, he did miss you after all, it's only fair he gets to enjoy his welcome home gift.
He looks up at you for a moment, his lips shiny and wet from his efforts, his eyes dark with desire. "…You like that, baby? You like being taken care of?”
One of your hands moves down to clutch his hair and the other is tangled in the blanket bundled up besides you. you nod once, chest heaving in sync with the tinkling of the windchime in your balcony, before your neck gives up, head falling back against the pillow again.
He groans at the way your fingers tighten in his hair—the sound muffled against you—and he presses closer, his tongue working continuing to work against you, nibbling your clit occasionally before wrapping his lips around it and alternating between slow sucks and kitten licks. All the while his eyes stay on your face, the way your eyes squeezed shut, hair splayed out on the pillow under your head, face turned to the side, lower lip bitten by your teeth. He always finds you beautiful, but he's found that having you like this— so lost in pleasure because of him, all because of him, might just be one of his favourite sights.
He can feel the way your body tenses—the way your thighs tremble around his head—and he knows you're close. His fingers dig into your hips just a little harder, holding you down as he murmurs against you,
"…Come for me, baby…" his voice is soft, wrecked, desperate. "Let me feel it…"
He flicks your nub with his tongue before swirling it around it. hands coming up to the undersides of your thighs, pulling you back to him, to stop you from squirming away. your legs cage in his head when he adds a finger to the mix, prodding your slick entrance before slipping in to feel the gummy walls engulfing him in.
“hmmm—what a pretty sight,”
he doesn't let up, working you until your toes curl, your hands fisting his hair as your back arches off the bed and you come with your mouth stretched into a silent ‘ah’ and a sharp gasp of his name.
he doesn't let up for a second—his tongue still working slow, lazy circles against you as you come down from your high, his hands gently massaging your trembling thighs.
tongue inching in to prod out each drop of your release, swallowing it down.
“mhm, wait— gotta get you cleaned up, baby..”
he shifts back to lick one slow stripe along your folds that has you whimpering into the pillow weakly, before he finally sits back on his heels.
"…beautiful," *he murmurs, pressing soft kisses along your inner thigh before finally lifting his head to look at you—his lips still glistening, his breathing uneven. "so fucking beautiful like this…"
He shifts slightly, crawling up your body to press a slow, lingering kiss to your lips—letting you taste yourself on his tongue.
"…still want me to finish too?" he asks, voice shaky with need. "or do you just want to lay here and rest for a while?”
and leave him to sort out his boner on his own? your brows scrunch at the thought as you murmur into the kiss, “that'll be unfair to you, baby..”
he lets out a soft, almost breathless laugh at that—his lips trailing down your neck, sucking lightly at the sensitive skin there.
"…when have I ever cared about fairness?" He mutters against your skin, "It only matters that you feel good. And you're so good for me…"
He presses another kiss to your shoulder, nipping at the skin softly.
"…But if you insist…" He pulls back just far enough to meet your gaze, his eyes dark and blown out, you're almost certain his pupils take up half of his eyes at this moment, "I'll let you… return the favor.”
He rolls onto his back, lying beside you now, his breathing still ragged—and the look on his face as he looks up at you is almost worshipful, his chest rising and falling with each shallow breath.
"…Come here," he says softly, his hand reaching out for you. "I want to feel you… touch me…”
you oblige, turning to slowly crawl over him, kissing him softly first, slotting your lips together before wrapping yours around his tongue and tugging lightly. you pull back, saliva linking your mouths before trailing down to his neck, sucking pretty red spots that are sure to bloom into beautiful splotches of purple by morning. and against his pale throat? you could say you were a bit of an artist yourself.
yuuta lets out a soft sigh, his head tipping back to give you more room as your lips trail along his neck, his body already shivering with need.
"…That feels good…" he murmurs, his hands moving to your waist as you begin to move lower, the heat in his eyes spilling over to his face, almost burning under your touch, "…Keep going, baby…"
His hands slide up your sides, tracing slow, teasing patterns along your ribs before cupping your breasts again, unhooking your bra, he slides it off—his thumbs brushing over your nipples in slow circles.
"…Take your time," he whispers, his voice wrecked, "I want to feel every second of this…”
His breath catches in his throat as you make your way lower, pressing kisses along his collarbone, down his chest, and the slow lick down his abs—each muscle tense beneath your lips. His hands slide up to cup your face gently, fingers gently tilting your head back so he can meet your eyes for a moment.
"I missed you, baby.." he mumbles, his voice rough, his eyes dark with something like awe. "So damn beautiful… all mine…"
His thumb brushes over your bottom lip—soft, reverent—before he pushes you back to him, his mouth coming down on yours in a slow, sloppy kiss, drool dribbling down from the side of your mouths but he catches it with his thumb. trailing down his—now, wet—thumb to tease over your nipples again.
His tongue slides against yours, the kiss desperate and messy as his hands move down, gripping your thighs—almost possessively. He tugs you closer, pulling you up so you're straddling him again, his hips bucking up involuntarily against yours—the feel of your skin so hot against his. your previous orgasm soaking through his sweats and leaving a damp print. he breaks the kiss just enough to mumble against your lips,
“Can you do something f’me, angel? Lift your hips, baby.”
His fingers dig into your hips as he lifts you slightly—just enough to position you over him—before slowly lowering you down, his breath hitching at the sensation.
"…Fuck—" he chokes out, his head falling back against the pillow as he grips your waist tighter. "You feel—shit— feel so good…"
His hips roll up instinctively, chasing the friction, the heat—his entire body trembling with the effort of holding back.
"…Move for me," he rasps, his hands sliding up to cup your breasts again, thumbs brushing over your nipples. "Please… let me feel you, pretty…”
Your head falls back, eyes squeezing shut for a second, one hand resting against his tensed abs and the other one clutching the bed besides you. before you lean forward to softly suck at his neck again as you slowly start to move, grinding down your heat against him, the sodden fabric of his sweatpants the only thing preventing him from sliding inside you.
"b-baby, don't—ah”
he groans low in his throat as you lean forward, your mouth on his skin, you grinding on his lap— it's all too much and he's certain if not for the context he'd look like he was in pain with the way his face scrunches up. His hands slide up your sides to your back, holding you steady as you start to move slowly— he's almost dizzy with how good it feels. He turns his head to press soft kisses along your neck, his breath hot on your skin as he whispers,
"…you're so perfect… so good f’me pretty girl…fuuckk— more, I need you to move faster, angel, ah—”
His hands roam your back, fingers tracing the curve of your spine as you move—each slow roll of your hips drawing another ragged breath from his lips. His mouth finds your shoulder, teeth grazing the skin lightly before soothing it with his tongue.
"…That's it, hah.." he murmurs, voice thick with pleasure, "Just like that… take what you need, baby…"
His grip tightens slightly as he feels his own control slipping—his hips lifting to meet yours in a slow, desperate rhythm.
"…I'm close—" he gasps, "So fucking close, don't stop…”
you whimper at the way the slicked up fabric of his pants feels rubbing against your folds, the friction is delicious and your eyes roll back from the pleasure. you lean forward to chase more, press more of you against every inch of him, face dropping to the crook of his neck, murmuring breathlessly, “hah—do you—mhmn- feel good, baby..?”
yuuta groans at the sound of your voice, his hands moving up to cup your face, tilting it back to look at him—his expression so needy it's bordering on feverish.
"…so good," he murmurs, his thumbs brushing over your cheeks tenderly. "You always make me feel good, baby… but like this, with you—it's even better…"
his eyes flick down to your lips for a moment, his tongue flicking out to wet his own.
"…Can I tell you something?”
you drop your head to whine against his neck in agreement, still moving above him, “Mhmm— what..?”
His breath hitches at the feel of your whine against his skin, his head tilting back to expose his neck to you, and his hands move back to your hips, holding you a bit more urgently as he urges you to move a little harder—a little faster.
"…I've been thinking about something lately…" he whispers, his voice thick and breathless, "About—ngh—something I want to do with you…”
His fingers tighten on your hips as he lifts you slightly—just enough to adjust the angle—before pulling you back down with a groan.
"…I want to take you somewhere," he gasps, his voice rough with need, "Somewhere quiet… just us… where I can have you like this for hours…"
His hips buck up against yours, chasing his own pleasure now—his breath coming in short, uneven gasps.
"…Would you let me?" he murmurs, his lips brushing against your ear. "Would you let me keep you all to myself like that…?”
It takes a second for your brain to catch the full meaning of his words in your pleasured haze. And when you do, your eyes blink open, glancing at him for confirmation and you can't help the way you clench against him involuntarily at the thought.
Inhaling sharply although your lungs remain breathless, your arms move up to wrap around him as you hide your face in his neck, kissing softly, “Mhn, you know I will.. but where- hah- are we gonna go yu—ah..!”
yuuta winces at the feel of you clenching around nothing, he can feel you throb even through his sweats and it doesn't help his already pulsating dick.
his hands slide down to grip your thighs, moving you against him in quick drags as you bury your face in his neck—his mind almost going blank with pleasure before he blinks to gather his thoughts.
he nuzzles your hair gently, his breath hot on your skin as he presses a soft kiss to the top of your head before answering.
"…The onsen," he murmurs against you, "That old, traditional one… out in the wilderness. It's hidden deep in the mountains…”
you grin against his skin, you'd expected as much from his earlier hint. your attempt at answering gets drowned out as he squeezes your tits once, but you manage to get it out the second time, “ngh—osaka or kyoto..?
he lets out a soft, breathless laugh—his fingers tracing slow circles on your thighs as he nods.
"Kyoto, deep in the mountains… far away from everything…"
his hands slide up your sides, fingers brushing against your ribs before cupping your breasts again—his thumbs circling your nipples lazily.
"…Just us," he whispers, "No one else around… no interruptions… just you and me, baby…"
His hips roll up against yours again—slow, deliberate—his breath hitching as he feels you twitch against him.
"…Would you like that?" he asks, voice thick with need. "Being alone with me like that…?”
you huff out a laugh against his neck, which quickly turns into a gasp when he continues moving. you nuzzle your cheek into his neck then move up to nuzzle his face as well, “I always love being with you.. I don't see how I wouldn't this time too”
He lets out a soft, shuddering sigh at your words—his hands moving to cup your face again, tilting it up so he can press a slow, lingering kiss to your lips.
"…I love you," he murmurs against your mouth, his voice rough with emotion, "So much…"
His hips roll up against yours again—dragging you against him now, almost like a fleshlight—his breath hitching as he feels you squirm above him, the trip forgotten for a bit.
"…I'm close," he whispers, his fingers tangling in your hair as he pulls you closer, "Come with me… please…”
His hands slide down to grip your hips tighter, pulling you flush against him as he chases his release—his breath ragged, his body trembling with the effort of holding on just a little longer.
"…Fuck—" he gasps, his forehead pressing against yours as he finally lets go—his hips stuttering against yours as he spills with a low, shuddering groan, the fabric between you now completely ruined by both your releases, it'll be a bother to clean it later- but yuuta can't care less about it now.
he holds you close, his arms wrapping around you tightly as he comes down from his high—his breathing slowly evening out as he presses soft kisses to wherever he can reach.
"…love you," he murmurs again, his voice soft, almost drowsy with satisfaction.
his hands stroke lazily up and down your back, his touch gentle, reverent—as if he can't quite believe you're real.
"…stay with me?" he mumbles, lips brushing against your ear, "Just like this… for a little while longer…”
he pulls you close, his arms tight around you as he gently rolls you so you're lying beside him, your head resting on his chest as he pulls a blanket over you both. He presses a soft kiss to your hair, his fingers gentle as they stroke your back, tracing slow, random patterns along your skin.
"…Feeling alright?" he asks softly, his voice almost tender as he looks down at you—taking in your flushed cheeks and heavy lids, and how well wrecked you look. "I didn't go too hard…?”
you nod once, still catching your breath as you mumble, “mhm, 'm fine..”
he lets out a soft sigh of relief, his arm wrapping loosely around your shoulders again as he relaxes back against the pillows, his fingers tracing slow, idle patterns over your skin—as if he can't quite bring himself to stop touching you.
"…We should probably get cleaned up," you murmur, voice soft and drowsy and just the slightest bit reluctant. "Can't stay like this forever, baby.”
"Mhm," he murmurs against your skin, nuzzling into your neck as he pulls you tighter against him. He presses soft kisses to your collarbone, along your shoulder, up your neck to your ear—and his voice is just the slightest bit petulant when he replies.
"…I'd rather stay like this—or take you again—" he pauses, nuzzling your cheek gently "…But I know you. You'll get all sleepy the second we get in the bathtub.”
you grin, nuzzling his cheek back affectionately as you close your eyes, “hmm true, you'd get more fluff than action”
he lets out a soft, breathless laugh at that,
"…fluff's good too," his voice is warm with affection. "I like sleepy you… all soft and clingy…"
His hands slide down to your waist, squeezing gently before he finally—reluctantly—pulls away.
"…Alright," he sighs, pressing one last kiss to your forehead before standing up. "Bath it is."
He reaches down to scoop you up into his arms—bridal-style—his grip firm but gentle as he carries you towards the bathroom.
"…But don't fall asleep on me yet," he adds, his lips brushing against your temple. "I still want to hold you for a while…”
your arms come up to loop around his neck to hold on, head tucking against his neck, as you settle comfortably into his hold. nuzzling him with your eyes closed before looking up at him, “hmm, ur not tired yuyu?”
he looks down at you—your head tucked against his neck, your eyes closed—and there's a soft, almost unbearably fond look in his eyes as he shakes his head.
"…A little," he admits softly, his voice almost drowsy. He nuzzles your hair gently, inhaling the familiar scent that's uniquely yours. "But I'm more worried you'll fall asleep and drown in the bath.”
You snort softly, “I’d have you as buffer in there”
"True," he concedes, his lips twitching into a small, teasing smile as he glances down at you. "But I'm still not taking any chances."
He shifts his grip slightly, one arm hooking under your knees, the other around your back as he walks into the bathroom—carefully setting you down on the counter before letting go, albeit reluctantly,
"..stay here," he tells you, "I'm gonna run the water.”
he leans over the tub, adjusting the faucet until the water is just the right temperature—steam already beginning to rise and curl in the air. He glances back at you over his shoulder, his navy eyes soft with affection as he watches you sit there, sleepy and content.
"…Almost ready," he murmurs, testing the water with his fingers before straightening up and turning to you.
without warning, he leans in, scooping you up again—this time lifting you effortlessly into his arms as he steps into the tub, lowering both of you into the warm water with a satisfied sigh.
"…There," he whispers, pulling you back against his chest, his arms wrapping securely around you. "Now you can't drown."
His lips press gently to the top of your head, lingering there as the heat of the water soothes your tired muscles.
"…Comfortable?" he asks, his voice low and rough with exhaustion—but still so, so tender.
you sigh in relief at the hot water engulfing your tense muscles, settling back against him.
you tip your head back to rest on his shoulder, looking at him upside down before grinning,
“..Hi.”
A soft huff of laughter escapes him at that, his eyes glittering with fond amusement as he looks down at you—your face upside down and so close, he can see the mole on your left cheek and the scar on your eyebrow- from a previous mission (you'd found it cool, he'd been worried.)
"Hey, angel.." he hums, pressing a slow, gentle kiss to the tip of your nose. "You're adorable.."
His hands slide gently down your stomach and up your sides again, tracing idle patterns against your skin under the water.
"…Just like a cat.”
He chuckles softly, his fingers continuing their lazy caresses as he leans down to press another kiss—this time to your forehead.
"…You're purring, too," he murmurs teasingly, "Or at least, you're making those little sleepy noises that sound like it."
His arms tighten around you slightly, pulling you even closer against his chest—the warmth of the water and the steady rise and fall of his breathing beneath you almost lulling you into drowsiness.
"…Don't fall asleep yet," he whispers, though his own voice is thick with exhaustion "Not until we're out of the water…”
You hum back in response, your head still tipped back, resting on his shoulder. Your eyes stay closed, your back to his chest as the hot water sloshes around you both, “hm.. talk to me then. this feels too nice to not feel sleepy”
He sighs softly at that, his hands continuing to trace and occasionally squeeze your sides —his touch gentle, almost tender on your skin
"…What do you want me to talk about?"
One of his hands moves up to your hair, fingers gently carding through the damp strands as he looks down at you—your face still upside down, eyes closed, cheeks flushed with heat.
"Anything specific, or do you want to hear me recite the latest cursed energy textbook I was given?”
You snort lightly, “That's supposed to keep me awake? hm no.. say something interesting..”
"I guess not," grinning at your response before his fingers thread through your hair, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips.
he's quiet for a long moment, seeming to be mulling over his response—and when he finally speaks, there's a hint of a smile in his weary voice, "…Did I tell you about the time Principal Yaga asked me to dog-sit for him?”
You peek an eye open, amused by this new information, “Yaga has a dog..?”
He chuckled softly, his hand moving to brush a stray lock of hair gently away from your face, fingers still trailing lazily through the rest.
"He does, yeah," he replies, his fingertips tracing slow patterns on your scalp. “A corgi.”
You hum back, “..short.”
He lets out a soft laugh—his fingers pausing in your hair for just a second—before continuing their slow, soothing motions.
"Very," he agrees, his voice warm with amusement. "And loud. It barked at me for, like, an hour straight when I first got there."
His thumb brushes gently against your temple, his touch feather-light.
"…I think it was judging me.”
You add, “Or, it just sensed rika and got anxious,”
He hums in acknowledgement, his fingers slipping from your hair to trail over your shoulder, slow circles against your skin under the water.*
"You're probably right," he concedes—though there's a hint of humor in his voice. "…She was a sweetheart after that, though. Let me give her belly rubs and everything.”
He presses a soft kiss to your shoulder, his grip on you tightening just slightly.
"…What about you?" he asks quietly, "Are you a cat person, or a dog person?”
“You already know that..”
He huffs, amused by your reply. He squeezes your waist gently, fingers tracing patterns against your hip under the water
"Of course I do," his voice taking on a slightly teasing tone. "But I like hearing you talk."
He takes a moment, just gazing down at you—your head still resting upside down on his shoulder—taking in the soft, sleepy look in your eyes, the steam from the hot bath coloring in your cheeks a pretty shade of red— cherry.
"…So come on. Indulge me.”
Your eyes watch him sleepily from this angle before closing again as you grin, “cats, obviously.”
He lets out a soft, breathless laugh at that—his fingers trailing up your side, brushing against your ribs lightly before settling back around your waist.
"Of course," he murmurs, his voice thick with amusement—and something else, soft and warm, blooming in his ribs, thrumming softly in his heart, "Should've known."
His thumb traces slow circles on your hip, his touch almost absentminded—as if he can't quite bring himself to stop touching you.
"…You'd be a cat, too," he muses quietly, "If you were an animal."
He leans down to press a kiss to your forehead—lingering there for a moment before pulling back with a sigh.
"…Alright," *he murmurs, "We should get out before you actually fall asleep.”
You protest the instant you feel him shift behind you, a loud 'mhmm' slipping past your lips
Your brows scrunch up— but your eyes remain closed, holding onto the edge of your blissed out state. Your lips on the other hand seem to resist more, pouting at the sudden interruption,
“Hmm, no,” you settle back against him, as if to keep him there, “we're talking, yuuta.”
He lets out a soft, breathless laugh at your protest—his fingers immediately moving to smooth over the scrunch between your brows, his touch gentle.
"…We were talking," he replies, his voice thick with amusement, "Until someone decided to turn into a sleepy little puddle in my arms."
His thumb brushes over your bottom lip—just barely—before he leans in to press a slow, lingering kiss there.
"…But fine," he sighs, his arms tightening around you slightly, "We can stay a little longer."
His fingers resume their idle tracing along your skin—slow, soothing circles on your hip, your waist, your stomach—as he settles back against the tub with a sigh.
"…What else do you want to talk about, baby?" he asks softly, "Before you actually doze off on me?”
“You'd be a border collie if you had an animagus.. or a wolf, depending on if it's dorm yuuta or mission yuuta..”
He barks out a short laugh at that, amused by the randomness of the statement,
"…A border collie, huh?"
The corners of his mouth quirk up in a small smile as he looks down at you—your hair wet and sticking to your face—eyes shut, still in the same position from earlier, with your head on his shoulder.
"And…mission Yuuta vs. dorm Yuuta?" he asks, an eyebrow raised.
He grins—wide and boyish—clearly enjoying this.
"Then what? Go on, expand," he presses, his fingers tracing slow circles on your stomach again, his touch teasing. "You can't just drop that and not explain."
He leans in, pressing a quick kiss to your shoulder before pulling back—his expression still playful.
"Come on," he murmurs, "Tell me.”
You tip your head back to settle comfortably against his shoulder, keeping your eyes open this time as you start, “I meant the loyalty part, plus they love their friends a lot, and they're protective, and affectionate, and smart— technically both species share those traits, so it's just intensity difference, softer version of those traits usually and a power scaled version during missions..”
yuuta chuckles softly, clearly enjoying the description.
"Power scaled, hm? You seem to have thought about this before..”
His hands slide up to your shoulders, squeezing gently, his thumbs rubbing slow, lazy circles into the taut muscles. He's quiet for a moment—just looking down at you as you rest against him—before asking,
"…Which one do you like better?", his voice low and almost quiet. “Border collie or wolf?”
His hands move down your hips again, pulling you closer—so you're pressed flush against his chest, your back to his front.
“Hm, I like them both, it's all just you after all.”
"You can't just say the same thing for both," he complains, his arms wrapping around you—one around your waist, the other against your stomach, "You gotta choose one."
He presses another kiss to the curve of your shoulder, slow and languid—his touch lazy.
"…So come on, baby. Choose.”
“..mhmm.. No, if you asked me to choose, I'd just be greedy and say both.”
He laughs at that, the sound low and deep and fond as he tightens his grip on you slightly.
"Of course you'd be greedy. You always are, aren't you, baby?"
His hands slide up your stomach, fingers moving lazily over your skin—tracing slow, languid circles—before he presses a kiss to your shoulder again, this time a little more lingering.
"Always, always, wanting more and more…" He murmurs against your damp skin, nipping lightly at the crook of your neck. He feels you shiver against him—and grins.
"…But that's okay," he continues, his breath hot on your neck. "I like that about you."
His hands slide up your sides again, his grip tightening around your waist as he pulls you closer—so that your back is flush against his chest— and he presses a slow, languid kiss to the side of your neck, just beneath your jawline, before his mouth moves up to your ear—the tip of his tongue tracing your earlobe lightly as he speaks.
"…And I don't mind giving you all you want,
I like spoiling you."
His hands continue tracing idle patterns on your skin under the water—just below your breasts, his touch teasing—and he lets out a soft chuckle against your ear.
"…My spoiled little thing.”
You squirm a little in his hold, your head is still resting back against his shoulder but it's clear the vibe has shifted now, the air is heavier, denser, curling between you, its tendrils reaching out from his mouth to yours and you shudder as you feel his breath hit the nape of your neck.
"…Already getting impatient, baby?" he murmurs, his hands pausing for a moment, just above where he knows you want them.
"Don't you want to be good? Good girls get to come. You know that, angel."
He nips softly at the spot just below your earlobe, his tongue tracing the sensitive skin there again—a light, languid touch that makes you shiver. "…But you need to be patient. That's how it works."
His hand slides up to wrap loosely around your throat—cold fingers stark against your want neck, and you almost hunch your shoulders. His thumb idly strokes over your pulse, he doesn't squeeze or tug, just lets it sit there—a choker of flesh, adorning your soft damp skin.
You tip back your head to meet his eyes again, for the seventh time during this bath but this time they're not lidded with sleep or affection, not bright with amusement— they've dimmed out into a daze, your pupils blowing wide until they consume the brown of your irises almost completely, “mhm.. stop getting us riled up, yu.. we're supposed to sleep after this, baby.”
He grins, the look in his own eyes dark and hungry as he holds your gaze—almost like a wolf that just spotted its prey.
"…But you're just so cute when you get like this, angel..," He tugs you back, pressing himself fully against you again—every inch of his body flush against yours. "And I'm just getting started, baby.”
His hands slide up your body again, his touch more insistent this time—moving from your hip up to your sides, tracing over the birthmark by your ribs, then stopping just below your breasts as his thumbs brush the underside.
You arch into his touch involuntarily, chest pushing up to push into his palms, the smooth fat spilling into his hands, inviting him to touch more of you.
He watches as you involuntarily press up, his grip on your throat reflexively tightening at the subtle movement. He holds you there for a moment, his breath hot against your neck as you squirm against him.
yuta presses warm, open-mouthed kisses down your throat, pausing to nip at the sensitive spot just beneath your collarbone.
"…You get desperate so fast, baby. You just can't help it, hmm? You need more, don't you?"
His hands continue their slow, teasing movements—palming your breasts, rolling your nipples between his fingers—as he presses another kiss to your shoulder.
"…You're so responsive," he breathes, his grip on your throat loosening just enough to let you gasp in air before tightening again—gentle, but firm. "Always so eager…"
His thumb flicks over your nipple again—harder this time—just to watch you squirm.
you can't help the way your thighs squeeze together involuntarily, your breathing getting heavier with each pinch and roll of his fingers. yuta did always have a preference for your chest, it's clear in the way your tits have gotten so sensitive with how often he's on them. your head tips back against his shoulder when he tugs one nipple between his index and middle finger, “yuu—hah..”
yuuta watches, his voice thick with arousal as he takes in your face—your lips parted, your breath coming in shallow gasps. "Already so worked up for me angel…"
you flush at the way his sounds behind you, so close to your ear, turning your head to bury in his neck, face burning from what you're about to mumble next
“yuyu… want you to- to..use me.”
"Oh?" he lets out a soft, breathless laugh at the words, you feel the way he stills for a second, and the blush that takes over his face but it's immediately replaced by a dazed eagerness. "Wanna be used, baby?" He murmurs against your neck, "…Wanna be my pretty little toy, and let me do whatever I want…?”
The description has you whining silently into his neck, one of your hands gripping his wrist as he continues teasing your nipples and the other gripping the bathtub to stabilize yourself. It always manages to catch you off guard, the way he can sound so soft while whispering the filthiest stuff to you but you manage to answer
“..yes..”
"Good girl…" He murmurs against your ear, the sound of your words making his stomach tighten with need, "…Do you want a little game, pretty baby?”
“A game..?” you mumble back, partially curious but suspicious of the gleam in his eye.
He grins—slow and wicked—his fingers still teasing your nipples as he leans in to press a slow, open-mouthed kiss to your neck.
"Mmhmm," he murmurs against your skin, "A game."
"…You get to come, but only if you can stay quiet while I touch you." His thumb flicks over your nipples, both at once—just to hear the soft, choked sound you make in response. "Think you can do that, baby?”
“...For how long?”
"…Until I say so," he murmurs, his voice thick with amusement—and something darker. "Until I decide you've been good enough."
“You just need to stay quiet for me, okay?…Think you can do that f' me? Be my pretty little toy?”
"Mhm. That's my good girl…" he murmurs against your neck, pleased by your agreement, "…So pretty and good for me. How about no squirming, too? Can you do that? Can you stay nice and still while I touch you like this?”
“Yuutaaa… that's too much—” you whine in protest as he ups the stakes.
"…Too much?" he laughs softly but you don't miss the mischief beneath it, "But you're doing so well, baby. You're being so good for me."
His thumb flicks over your nipple again—pinching softly—just to hear the soft, choked sound you make in response.
"…Just a little longer," he breathes against your skin, "You can do it, can't you?”
His grip on your throat tightens just slightly—not enough to hurt, just enough to make your pulse flutter beneath his fingertips—as he continues,
"…Almost there." he murmurs, "Just hold on a little longer…”
His fingers tighten just slightly around your throat—not enough to cut off your air, just enough to make your pulse jump under his fingertips—as his other hand finally, finally slides lower, fingertips tracing slow circles over your stomach before dipping between your thighs.
"…There we go," he murmurs, voice rough with satisfaction as he feels how wet you already are for him. "Look at you—so desperate for me already."
His fingers press against your clit—just once, teasingly—before pulling away again, leaving you aching.
"…Still gonna be good?" he breathes against your ear, "Still gonna stay quiet for me?”
He had intended to tease longer but finds himself groaning softly at the sight of you—your head tipped back against his shoulder, your breath coming in shallow gasps—his fingers finally, finally pressing against your clit again, this time rubbing slow, deliberate circles.
"…Fuck, baby," he breathes, his voice rough with want, "You're so perfect like this—so good for me."
His fingers continue their slow, teasing movements—circling your clit, pinching, rolling the sensitive ball of nerves between his fingers, pressing just enough to make your thighs tremble—before he leans in, pressing a slow, open-mouthed kiss to your neck.
"…Come for me, baby," he breathes, "Let me feel you.”
His fingers immediately dipping lower with his words, pressing against your entrance teasingly before sliding inside, feeling along your gummy walls, biting back a whine as he watches as he feels your hole gape and suck him in readily.
"..fuck—," he murmurs, his voice thick with satisfaction as he feels how easily you take him, " ‘s that what you needed, baby?"
His fingers curl inside you—pressing against that sweet spot—as his thumb flicks over your clit again, torturing the puffy red spot.
"…Gonna come for me now?" he breathes against your ear, "Gonna let me feel you?”
“Yu- hah- faster, baby don't stop—” your head tips back unceremoniously against his shoulder, half lolling off to touch the ceramic tub behind you both, eyes squeezed shut as you near the edge.
"Faster?" he murmurs against your ear, his voice thick with amusement, "But I thought you wanted to stay quiet, pretty."
He presses a slow, open-mouthed kiss to your neck, his tongue dragging over your pulse point before he adds,
"…If I go faster, I'm gonna make you cry out, angel.”
you murmur impatiently into his neck, “Please baby- hah- you like listening to me anyways, don't you?”
He lets out an amused low laugh and his grip tightens just slightly around your neck
"…Maybe I do," he whispers against your skin, "Maybe I like listening to your pretty little moans, baby. But you're already so close, aren't you? You're making such pretty noises for me like this."
He kisses your neck again before murmuring,
"…Can you take it, hm? Can you take me a little harder, angel?”
“Mhmn, yeah- yu- faster, please…”
He groans softly at your words—his fingers immediately picking up their pace, thrusting into you faster now, curling just right—as his thumb presses harder against your clit, rubbing in tight, relentless circles.
"…Fuck," he breathes, his voice rough with want, "You feel so good, baby—so tight, so wet—"
His fingers curl inside you—relentless, perfect—as his thumb presses harder against your clit, rubbing in tight, unforgiving circles.
"That's it," he huffs against your neck—voice wrecked, breath hot on your skin— "Let go, angel. Come for me."
And you do—hard—back arching, thighs trembling as pleasure crashes over you in waves, his name a broken gasp against his shoulder.
He doesn't stop.
His fingers keep moving—slower now, gentler—drawing out every last shudder as he murmurs praises against your sweat-damp skin,
"…So good for me…so perfect, look at you…"
Only when you whimper—oversensitive—does he finally still, pressing a soft kiss to your shoulder as he pulls his hand away.
"…Told you you could do it," he breathes, voice smug—and so, so fond.
Coming down from your high, you finally take in your surroundings, flushing at the sight of murky water, “yuyu the bath water..”
Yuuta blinks—glancing down at the water—before letting out a soft, breathless laugh.
"…Oh," he murmurs, his voice thick with amusement, "Yeah. That's…definitely not just water anymore."
"…Guess we really should get out now, huh?”
You turn around to face him— still breathless from your high, but then again you can't leave him hanging, can you?
“Do you wanna take me from the back, yuyu…?”
He lets out a low, rough groan at that— thoughts immediately side tracking to images of you on all fours, your hands gripping the porcelain tub for support, as he gets behind you, driving himself into you—and he's definitely tempted.
"…Yeah? You’d like that, angel?”
You whisper back, gauging his running thoughts that have you biting back a smile,
“Not in the tub, that's risky.. I meant back in the room..”
He hums—hands trailing lazily down your body, stopping at the outside of your thighs as he considers.
"…You want me to pick you up and carry you back to the room then, baby?” His voice is low, playful, and full of amusement as it murmurs against your skin, his fingers squeezing gently at your thighs. "Cuz I'm not sure if you can walk back by yourself…you're trembling pretty bad right now.”
You consider it before speaking up again,
“I should be ok.. just help me out of the tub. That part is slippery, I don't wanna fall and break my jaw..”
His hands immediately move to your waist, steadying you as he helps you stand—his grip firm and secure.
"…Careful," he murmurs, his voice still rough with want, "Wouldn't want you hurting yourself before I get to ruin you properly."
You make your way back to the bedroom, towel dried and wearing a bathrobe each (you had convinced him to get you both a set off of amazon, in thoughts of making your day off more relaxing.. though you didn't exactly have this method of relaxation in mind at the time)
Eventually you settle into bed, scooting to sit against the headboard.
Your hair is still damp from the shower, the strands sticking to the back of your neck but you ignore them in favor of eying your boyfriend across the room,
maybe you shouldn't have pressed the bathrobe idea after all… it covers up his abs, leaving you to imagine the moisture still clinging to the ridges, or a drop sliding down to his happy trail—
He catches your wandering eyes, flushing a bit at the look on your face before he's mirroring your dazed look. His patience thins and in quick long strides he's closing the distance between you, crawling onto the bed and towards you, his eyes dark and hungry as he positions himself over you.
He braces himself on his hands on either side of your hips, his eyes roaming over your body, taking in the way the robe clings to your curves, or the hint of cleavage peeking out— god
“Wait yuu..”
Gently you push him back with a finger to his lips, and he resists the urge to take it in his mouth. Instead, he obediently watches you move to grab one of the pillows, turning away from him to slip off the bath robe revealing your soft skin. He's about to move but you're not done yet, shifting to lie on your stomach, arms lifting to hug the pillow and your face smushed into it.
He blinks—momentarily stunned—before letting out a soft, breathless laugh,
"…Oh?" he murmurs, his voice thick with amusement— and the hint of desire clear under it.
"…You want it like this, baby?" he breathes, his fingers tracing slow circles on your skin as he leans down, pressing a slow, open-mouthed kiss to the small of your back.
"…Fuck, angel.. you...”
He exhales sharply—his hands gripping your hips tighter as he presses another kiss to the base of your spine, this one lingering just enough to make you shiver.
You doubt you've even reached that section of skin yourself, and feeling it suddenly exposed to touch is surprisingly intimate.
"…You're so pretty like this," he murmurs, voice barely above a whisper, "All spread out for me..."
His fingers trail up your thighs, thumbs pressing into the soft flesh of your ass as he spreads you slightly—just enough to see the slick glistening between your legs.
"…Look at you," he breathes, "Already so wet f’me."
He leans down, pressing a slow, open-mouthed kiss to the inside of your thigh—nipping lightly,
"…Gonna take my time with you, baby.”
He kisses across your skin—slow, deliberate—mouth moving up the back of your thigh, across your hip, up the side of your spine, his hands following close behind, fingers spreading across and squeezing the expanse of your heated skin.
He pauses, his mouth stopping just behind your ear—teeth grazing the sensitive, delicate skin—as his hands slide up to your wrists, gently pinning them against the pillow as he presses himself against you, body flush against yours, his arousal unmistakable and you can feel his hard on pressing against your thighs.
"…Shit," he breathes, his voice choked, "You feel so good—so warm—"
His lips find the back of your neck—kissing, nipping—as he rocks his hips against you once, twice—just enough to tease,
"…Gonna make you feel so good."
His hands slide up your thighs, spreading you slightly—just enough—before he presses himself against you, his cock finally sliding between your slick folds,
"…There," he breathes, "That what you wanted, baby?”
He hums against your skin—his lips brushing the curve of your shoulder as he stills inside you, his breath hot and uneven.
His fingers trace idle patterns on your hip—gentle, teasing—as he waits for you to continue, his cock twitching inside you at the sound of your breathless gasp as you struggle to adapt to his size.
He's barely keeping his head clear enough to check on you, you're as tight as ever, eagerly swallowing him in. And when you clench around him on purpose, whining for him to move, he has to bite your shoulder to hold himself from ramming into you.
"Ah.. already, baby? Are you sure, you don't need to hurry- we can take it slow.. shit—”
You cut him off with muffled whine, burying your face deeper into the pillow
“ovulation week.. can't help it, need you, need ya ’sho badd yuu, right now— don't wanna wait-”
He huffs a soft, breathless laugh at that and he presses a kiss to the back of your neck, his hands gripping your hips a little tighter, as he rocks into you with slow, deep thrusts.
(you don't see the way his face flushes and his knuckles whiten at your needy rambles- you sound prettiest when you're under him, he thinks, or over him, he doesn't really care when he gets to have you like this)
"…I see…"
He murmurs, voice rough—amused.
"Guess I should be glad I've got stamina then," he teases. "To keep up with you.”
And despite his own heady mind, he can't quite keep the smirk from his lips at thought,
"Is that why you were so eager earlier?"
He asks, tone still amused—but there's a hint of perverted curiosity in his words as he keeps up the lazy, languid pace he'd set. "Needed me, baby?”
“Mhmm— it's so annoying- want it allll the time during this week..”
He hums—his lips pressing another kiss to the back of your shoulder before he murmurs mock sweetly,
"Poor baby…Can't help it, hm? Your body just wants it, needs it all the time? Needs me all the time, hm?”
He laughs softly again—his breath hot against your skin as he runs his hands across your back, slow, idle touches—his lips brushing your spine, kissing, nibbling.
It's overstimulating, he's everywhere, one hand snaking around to lazily tweak your pebbled nipples, the other pressing down your hip to hold you to the mattress as he gives it to you just the way you want it— slow, deep thrusts, making sure you feel every inch of him glide through your silky walls, the vein running down the side and his mushroom tip pressing into your cervix.
He pulls out completely, only to bottom out up to the base, a shaky laugh escapes when you gasp, lifting your ass to grind into him.
"…guess all I can be is diligent, then, huh?"
He murmurs, voice low, "Gotta help you take care of your needs. Ovulation week turns you into a needy little bunny in heat, baby.”
You flush at the comparison, sinking deeper into the pillow, “shut up..”
"But I'm right, aren't I?" He whispers right against your ear, one hand squeezing your tits while the other roams down to hike your thighs higher so he can reach deeper into you.
"You just get so needy this time of the month, don't you? Mmh.. all hot and desperate…”
"…and so so sensitive," he murmurs, voice thick with amusement, "Can't even take a little teasing without getting all flustered."
"…But you like it, don't you?" he adds breathlessly.
You vaguely question since when he got so talkative— only for all thoughts to leave you as soon as his pace picks up,
"You like when I talk to you like this—when I call you my needy little bunny—" His fingers dip between your thighs—just barely brushing over your clit—before pulling away again, leaving you to clench around him gapingly.
"…Don't you?”
He exhales sharply—his fingers tightening slightly on your hips as he presses you down to rut into you properly,
"Hah…Gonna take care of you, baby," he babbles, "Gonna- gonna give you little bunnies."
His pace quickens—just slightly—each thrust punctuated by the sharp slap of skin against skin, his fingers digging into your hips as he chases his own release.
"…That's right," he whispers, rough, low, breathless,
"Gonna fill you up. Give you everything you need. Just take it all f’me, baby—"
His hand sneaks around your front, finding your lips, his thumb traces across your bottom lip, gathering up the drool that's leaked out—cute, he thinks, everything about you is just so cute— before he’s slipping it inside, slowly teasing your tongue.
He lifts his head from your shoulder, his other hand gently tangling in your hair, pulling back just enough so your face is in sight, and he groans at sight of you messily sucking on his thumb. his eyes drop to the small puddle that's gathered on your pillow and he wonders if there's a similar puddle forming on the sheets down where he's still burried in you.
"Guess I better make the most of it, then. Can't have my bunny going unsatisfied, can I?”
He hums, as if agreeing to his own words, “Mhmm.. that'd just be cruel."
His fingers find your chin, turning your face towards him, before he leans in and presses a soft, deep kiss to your lips. It's gentle at first—and then his tongue is licking into your mouth, wrapping clumsily around your own as he gives it a slow, filthy suck—his hands grasping your hips tighter, pulling you back against him.
"…Don't worry, baby. I'll take good care of you. Just relax for me, hm?"
His head falls forward to rest against your shoulder blades, one hand holding both your wrists captive at the small of your back, the other gripping your hip as he finally gives in and fucks you properly,
"…There" he groans, "That’s it—take it—fuck—"
You're almost afraid your head will bump into the headboard from the impact, but your head’s too foggy to think ‘bout anything other than the way he's stretching you, he's so big and you feel so full, and oh—
“You feel me right here yeah, pretty girl? Tell me –hah– how you feel f’me? C’mon pretty speak.”
His breath comes ragged against your skin, his hips snapping forward with each thrust—deep, relentless—his fingers digging into your flesh hard enough to leave marks.
"Talk to me," he pants, "Tell me how good it feels—tell me how full you are—"
His hand slides around your hip, fingers pressing against your clit in rough, circling strokes—just enough to push you closer to the edge.
"Now, baby—say it—"
And you do—whimpering, shaking—words spilling out between gasps as he fucks you through it, "Feels- hah—feels so good yuu- oh my god..yuu-ta—”
He groans—low and wrecked—at the sound of your voice breaking around his name, his fingers tightening on your clit just as his hips snap forward one last time, burying himself deep as he shudders gasping against your back.
"Love you," Yuta whines against her mouth, "I love you, I love you, I love you—my angel— everything—ah- I'm going to—"
His rhythm stutters—his release crashing over him as he spills inside you, shooting spurts of white hot liquid into you with a ragged groan, eyes rolling back from sensitivity when you clench down on him as you finally cum too.
For a moment, all that fills the room is the sound of heavy breathing—his forehead pressed between your shoulder blades, his hands still gripping your hips—before he finally pulls back slightly, pressing a slow, lazy kiss to the nape of your neck. He pulls back slowly, biting back a curse at the creamy ring circling the base of his cock, the same white liquid spilling out of you.
Yuuta watches transfixed before slowly lifting a hand to softly nudge it back into you, ignoring the way you mewl in protest,
"…god," he murmurs, voice wrecked, "You’re gonna ruin me."
so yeah i read this first thing in the morning and it has been a brilliant start to the day and by that i mean i will not be getting any work done bc my brain rotted from the inside out from this yuuta content 🤪☺️
but god this is so good you wrote him SO GOOD bc he’s so sweet but he gets worked up and it’s so hot 😭😩 brb going for round 2 rn
hiyaa jordiee, it's been a while since I checked in. but I have a 10 k yuta fic (there's not much plot honestly, just domestic smut 😭) in the drafts, except 2k words of it need editing and i don't want to think about Tumblr's formatting after that 😭 but it's good and I do want to put it out eventually, so mainly this is asking for motivation 😃
Here's a sneak peakkk
"Of course you'd be greedy. You always are, aren't you, baby?"
His hands slide up your stomach, fingers moving lazily over your skin—tracing slow, languid circles—before he presses a kiss to your shoulder again, this time a little more lingering.
"Always, always, wanting more and more…" He murmurs against your damp skin, nipping lightly at the crook of your neck. He feels you shiver against him—and grins.
"…But that's okay," he continues, his breath hot on your neck. "I like that about you."
His hands slide up your sides again, his grip tightening around your waist as he pulls you closer—so that your back is flush against his chest— and he presses a slow, languid kiss to the side of your neck, just beneath your jawline, before his mouth moves up to your ear—the tip of his tongue tracing your earlobe lightly as he speaks.
"…And I don't mind giving you all you want,
I like spoiling you."
His hands continue tracing idle patterns on your skin under the water—just below your breasts, his touch teasing—and he lets out a soft chuckle against your ear.
"…My spoiled little thing.”
loll that's one of the parts that I think it's good but it doesn't give away any of my favorite bits
holy shit girl i read this too fast and needed more so i just reread it a couple more times ummmmmmmm yah i'm gonna need the whole 10k i need to eat this up all the way thru
THE MOTIVATION WILL COME !!! my go to is binging edits and kicking my feet until i can't take it anymore hehehe GOOD LUCK QUEEN I CANT WAIT TILL THIS DROPS !!!!
this is my first message thing(?) ever (i redownloaded tumblr for the first time since i was like 13. 😭) but i HADDD to let you know that i read all your megumi works and the spiderman au?? had a lump in my throat the whole time. i’ve been reading fics for over 10yrs and it’s genuinely one of my favs EVERRR. never been the type to read superhero au’s cause i prefer the cannon movies but hooolyyy shit. i fought my sleep to finish it and still fighting it to send you this. you’re a great writer and i wish you all the best, thank you for sharing your works. 🫶🏽
OMG AWWW TY TY TY !! that really means so much to me like wow my heart is so full i'm so glad you liked it, thank you for taking the time to send me this message nonnie, i appreciate it and i hope you get the best night of sleep ever <3
idrc if people hate titles that are songs or lyrics sometimes i'm uncreative !! and sometimes i've listened to one song on repeat while writing a fic so now i heavily relate the two
