custard cake — y.o.
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—”
“God- baby, ‘m gonna cum. Can’t.. can’t hold it— lemme finish inside please, please, please—ah-”
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."
