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Lesson Learnt - Yuushi/K/Reader

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Rating: E

Word Count: 22k

Warnings: Fluff, Smut, No Y/N, AFAB Reader, Gender Neutral otherwise, Soft Dom Yuushi, Porn without plot, Plot if you squint, Cunnilingus, Fingering, P in V, Brat taming, Blindfold, Bondage, Spanking, Blowjobs, Thighjobs, Bathtub sex, Edging, Praise kink, Light degradation, Let me know if I missed something, Reader is in a throuple but this fic focuses on Yuushi

Summary:

Yuushi's been waiting all week to teach your bratty ass a lesson.

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Yuushi’s stubble tickles as his lips brush against your ear. “You’ve been very bratty this week,” he murmurs, his hot breath fanning your skin. “And what do we do with disobedient brats?”

You suck in a breath. “They get punished,” you answer.

Yuushi licks the shell of your ear, chuckling when you shudder beneath him. “That’s right, Baby. They get punished.” His voice dips to a growl. “And you’ve been rackin’ ‘em up. I don’t think you know what you’ve gotten yourself into.” He notices your squirming thighs and breaks them apart with his knee.

Note:

While the reader is in a relationship with both Yuushi and K, this fic focuses mainly on Yuushi. I have an older fic if you want to read about all three of them getting it on here.

This is the biggest fic I've ever written. It all started with this ask, and I apologize to the sender because it took me 3 years of writing this on and off to get to this point. 💀

I hope it's not too noticeable that I dropped this fic at several points before picking it back up after long breaks. I'd like to think that if I were to rewrite this all now, I would do a much better job (a girl can dream 🥹)

Honestly, not all of this is brat taming, but it was a lot of me finishing up a scene and then adding more and more like a kid at a slushee machine, pouring all the different flavours into one cup.

I don't have much else to say other than I hope all the other people who still occasionally check for Lady K & The Sick Man fics have a field day with this one.

Please reblog to let me know you're all still out there!

Happy Reading! (｡･∀･)ﾉﾞ

“Do you have everything packed?” you ask, peeking underneath the cloth covering the contents in the basket K is holding. She gently smacks your hand away and nods with a smile. You raise your hands in surrender. “I only want to make sure you don’t panic later because you left something behind.”

She huffs a laugh and presses a kiss to your cheek, spreading the warmth blooming across your skin with a caress of her thumb.

“You’re too much of a damn worry wart,” Yuushi says, giving your hips a comforting squeeze.

“But it’s her first time going out! I want everything to be—“

“Perfect,” Yuushi interrupts, rolling his eyes. “Yeah, I remember from the first ten times you said it.” His hand wanders to the small of your back, tracing the contours of your spine. “She’ll be fine.” He turns to her. “You’ll be fine, right, K?”

“Mm!”

“Something’s missing, though.” Yuushi rubs his chin and narrows his eyes. He snaps his fingers and walks over to the coat hanger, snatching the big sun hat and placing it on K’s head.

The hat flops forward, and K whips her hand up to stop it from sliding further. Her wide eyes peek at you and Yuushi from beneath the brim. Paired with her long white dress, her outfit matches the warm breeze outside. You can picture her in a meadow of flowers as the wind ruffles her hair. You need to bring up that date idea later.

“Have fun, Sweetheart. Tell your mom and the kid we said hi,” Yuushi says. He cups her face in his hands and plants a tender kiss on her forehead. K has to hold the hat against her head to keep it from falling. She leans to whisper into his ear, the hat hiding the details of their exchange. “I’ll keep that in mind,” Yuushi chuckles, flicking his gaze toward you.

A flame in your belly ignites, and warmth flushes your skin. You’re familiar with that look—kneeled in front of Yuushi many times as he stared down at you with it. You rub your thighs together and maintain eye contact.

K comes up to you and gives a parting hug, squeezing your arm with a smile on her face. You’re so fucked if even K is wishing you good luck. You bite your lip and chance a look at Yuushi. His dark eyes burn holes into you. The arms of his muscles flex underneath his sweater as he crosses them and leans against the doorframe, watching you two.

“Be honest with me. How upset is he?” you whisper to K. She furrows her brows and shakes her head pitifully at you, patting your shoulder. You suck in a breath. Fuck. A thrill travels from the base of your spine to the nape of your neck. The heat between your thighs grows uncomfortable. K wiggles her eyebrows before pinching your sides to elicit a laugh from you. “I know, I know. I wanted this to happen.”

K withdraws her touch, giving Yuushi a stern look as she walks through the doorway. Yuushi huffs, “It’s cute when you’re protective, K. But you don’t get a say in the punishments.” He smacks her bottom as she passes him. K lets out a small squeal, her cheeks puffing as she glares at him. “Have fun,” and the sincerity is audible in his words. She deflates, all the hot air evaporating from her system. K shakes her head and walks out onto the street, where a little boy is waiting for her.

You move closer to watch them walk away together. The pair seemingly vanish as the sky clears and blinds you momentarily with the sun’s rays. Yuushi closes the door and traps you against it. His muscular arms form a cage. The faint scent of cigarette smoke mixes with his cologne. Notes of leather and almonds with a hint of vanilla fill your senses. Warm, sweet, and sexy. It fits him perfectly. You shudder when he leans in. He’s so close you can also catch a whiff of lavender.

Yuushi’s stubble tickles as his lips brush against your ear. “You’ve been very bratty this week,” he murmurs, his hot breath fanning your skin. “And what do we do with disobedient brats?”

You suck in a breath. “They get punished,” you answer.

Yuushi licks the shell of your ear, chuckling when you shudder beneath him. “That’s right, Baby. They get punished.” His voice dips to a growl. “And you’ve been rackin’ ‘em up. I don’t think you know what you’ve gotten yourself into.” He notices your squirming thighs and breaks them apart with his knee.

You whine at the loss of stimulation, your hands exploring beneath his shirt in hopes of buttering him up. Yuushi doesn’t falter. He wraps a hand around your throat and squeezes the sides gently. Your hands freeze. You think every blood cell in your body is rushing south.

“Trying to resist punishment? That’s another act of disobedience,” Yuushi says. The way his eyes roam hungrily across your figure? Fuuuuuckkkk. He licks his lips and rubs his thumb against the side of your neck.

You snort, “What are you, a cop?” The following mental image of Yuushi in a police uniform has you weak in the knees. God, you can’t help but think of how his broad shoulders would barely be contained in the button-up shirt. And you already know he looks good in a tie—in fact, you’ve seen him wearing only a tie before, and boy was that a wild time—and those pants? His ass would look so good in them. You’d let him arrest and interrogate you all da—

Yuushi unknowingly pulls you out of your fantasy.

“Why? You got a thing for being handcuffed?” he asks, grabbing your hands and pinning them above your head. His face draws nearer, and you can barely think with his scent filling your senses.

You wrestle with your tongue, forcing a word to leave your mouth. You only manage a single syllable.

“No,” you scoff, ignoring the throb between your legs. You press yourself into the door, shrinking away as the flames draw closer.

“You’re a fuckin’ liar,” he tsks. Yuushi hums, and a glint appears in his eyes. “Maybe that should be one of your punishments.” One hand remains locked around your wrists while the other wanders down and slides along the slope of your breasts. He cups one in his hand and brushes his thumb across your hardened nipples. “I’ll tie you up to the bed blindfolded and leave a vibrator running inside ya.” The grin on his face matches his hungry gaze as he teasingly pinches the hard buds poking out of your shirt.

Your head thumps against the wooden door as a sigh escapes your lips. “Yuushi....” He noticeably perks at the mention of his name. His smile widens, flashing you a view of his canines.

Yuushi leans forward and whispers into your ear. “I might touch you, I might not. You’ll never know. And Baby, when I’m done with you, you won’t even remember your damn name,” he purrs, licking the shell of your ear.

You know it’s not an empty threat. He’s done it to you before, had you weeping in bed for rest while your body craved for more. Generous was certainly one way to describe him as a lover. But he’s often too generous.

You shudder, frantically searching for an escape route. It’s not enough. You need more—you want to poke the hornet's nest. The fridge sits in the corner of your vision, and you subsequently look at the calendar on the wall. “Today’s grocery run day,” you say.

“Trying to worm your way out of trouble? It ain’t gonna work, Angel.”

“The fridge is empty, and it’s my turn to cook dinner.” Your voice pitches as you scramble for an excuse. “You can check if you don’t believe me.”

He doesn’t have to. He was the one who cooked dinner the night before. Yushi clicks his tongue, scrunching up his nose. “Take the car. You get an hour and a half—not a minute more. Understand?” he says, eyes searching your face.

“Yes, Sir.”

Yuushi smirks and shakes his head, releasing your wrists. “Why don’t I believe you?”

“I’ll be good,” you promise in a sweet voice.

“Mhmm, and how many times have you lied to me about that? You usually only mean it when I have you bent over my knee.”

You shrug, flashing him an innocent look. “That just sounds like you’re doing a poor job.”

Yuushi’s mouth sets into a thin line. “On your knees,” he commands.

“I don’t want to,” you say

“You’re toeing the line, Angel. On your fuckin’ knees while I’m still asking nicely.” Yuushi crosses his arms, waiting for you to move. “And take off everything from the waist down.”

“Yes, Sir.” You comply and hook your thumbs into the waistband of your pants and underwear, sliding them off. The wooden floor is uncomfortable on your knees, and you hope that whatever Yuushi has in store for you is over before you lose all feeling in your legs.

Yuushi disappears briefly before returning with something in his hands. “Wasn’t gonna use this, but you keep showing me that you’re a brat who can’t follow orders,” he says, running his hand along the strip of fabric.

You recognize it as the tie he often wears when he receives temp work in an office. “Why should I listen to everything you say?” you taunt, raising your chin.

Yuushi’s mouth stretches into a lazy grin. “You shouldn’t. It’s more fun that way. Bet you get a kick out of being such a goddamn tease. Disobeyin’ orders and pretending you’ve done nothing wrong.” He binds your wrists together, anchoring you to the doorknob.

The tie doesn’t cut into your skin. Instead, it seems to have been wrapped with great care.

“No,” you say, tugging in hopes of loosening your restraints.

“No?” Yuushi crouches down to your level, resting his head against his propped-up fist. “Sweetheart, you’re fuckin’ dripping down there.”

You shift your position, forgetting to exhale when your clit is stimulated by the motion. “I'm not,” you breathe out quietly.

“Then why’re you squirming so much? I ain’t even tied you that tight. You’re kneelin’ in front of me because you want me to punish you.”

“I—“

Yuushi stands, towering over you. “Naughty brats don’t get to talk back.” The sound of a zipper draws your attention, and Yuushi’s erect cock bobs in front of your face.

“Open up.” He taps the head against your lips, smearing precum on them. His musky scent overwhelms your senses, and you swallow the saliva welling in your mouth. He prods again for entrance, and you let him in, feeling his thick length glide along your tongue. Yuushi groans when you go deeper, curses mingling with the sloppy sounds of his thrusts. “Ya hear that? ‘Course not, cause it’s finally quiet for once. ‘Cept for all those lewd noises you’re makin’ around my cock.”

You moan around his shaft in response. Drool dribbles from the corners of your lips, and you look up at him. Yuushi jerks inside your mouth, and a fresh flood of precum coats your taste buds, which you greedily milk from him.

Yuushi bites his lip, stroking your hair as he buries himself in your tight heat. “Fuck, Baby. You look so hot with your mouth stuffed. Are you drunk on my cock yet? I want my taste to linger on your tongue while you’re at the store.”

You hollow your cheeks, and the long, drawn-out moan Yuushi makes goes straight to your core. The heat between your thighs has grown unbearable and damp. You press your knees together, whining around his cock as your wrists burn.

“How cute. No matter how hard you pull, you’re not gonna get to touch yourself.” Yuushi snaps his hips and hisses. “If I untie you, will you behave?”

You grunt, mouth still full of his length.

Yuushi chuckles and tugs on the knot. “Don’t make me regret this.” He wraps your hands around the base of his shaft. “Let me know if it’s too much,” he says before holding your head and thrusting into your mouth.

It initially takes you by surprise, but you quickly resume your previous rhythm, maintaining eye contact with Yuushi as he fucks your face. He watches you with half-lidded eyes. Low grunts and moans leave his parted lips when you massage his balls with your other hand.

Yuushi’s thrusts become sloppy, and you can feel him swell in your mouth. You do your best to take as much of his length as you can without gagging, gargling muffled words around his shaft.

Yuushi shudders, face flushed. He chokes out a laugh, muttering your name with reverence. “Are you tellin’ me to cum?” he asks, tightening his grip on your hair. “You want me to coat your filthy mouth and throat, don’t ya?"

You moan loudly in response and continue to enthusiastically suck on his cock. The wet slurps and squelches reach their peak, only lasting for a few seconds before Yuushi’s warm cum spurts in your mouth.

His hips still, and his moans pitch when you continue moving, milking every last drop he has to offer. “Fuck, Angel. You’re so fuckin’ sexy.” He throws his head back and whines when you suckle on the tip of his cock, flicking your tongue against the underside of the sensitive ridge.

Yuushi’s cock starts to soften a little, and he pulls out. He swears under his breath when he looks down and is greeted by the sight of your open mouth full of his cum. You stick your tongue out slightly for good measure before swallowing the entire load, opening again to show him.

Yuushi’s eyes darken, and he cups your face, pulling you into a searing kiss. Your back thuds against the door from the force, and you press your body into his, trying to burrow further into his intoxicating presence. Yuushi’s tongue slips inside your mouth, and you’re positive he can taste himself on you, but that doesn’t stop him from kissing like he means to devour you.

He pulls away and swipes his thumb over your swollen lips, breaking the thin string of saliva that connects you two. Yuushi’s eyes contain a gleam to them, a suppression of passion that threatens to melt you on the spot with one look from their intensity. His voice is husky, but it doesn’t disguise the lilt in his tone, the one that always means he’s up to no good.

“Since you behaved for the most part, I’ll give you a little treat. Lift your hips for me,” Yuushi says, and you ignore the burn in your knees as they press into the flooring. Yuushi gets on his back and slides underneath you like a mechanic would with a car. “Gonna take a peek under the hood.” He spreads your slit, and you feel a puff of warm air that turns your legs to jelly.

Your hands immediately rest on his chest to support yourself, hips trembling above his face. “Oh my god, Yuu—“ the words clog in your throat when Yuushi pulls back the hood of your clit with his thumb and teases the swelling bundle of nerves with a few flicks of his tongue. Each tap is a jolt of pleasure that agitates the hunger gnawing in your gut.

If it weren’t for his hands supporting you, you would have plopped down and smothered him already. He’s only breathing against your skin, but somehow it frays your nerves like a live wire. There’s something about sensing his presence and the anticipation that comes with wondering when he’ll make a move.

“Mmm, lookin’ good,” Yuushi says, inhaling deeply.

Heat sears your face, and you try to glance between your legs to see what he’s up to. “Yuushi!” You cry out when his stubble prickles your sensitive slit.

Yuushi’s thumbs rub circles into your inner thigh. “Heh. You’re makin’ a mess on my face. I did say I was gonna peek under the hood, but I can see you’re eager to welcome me,” and the smugness in his tone is palpable.

Your body is still aching from his teasing flicks earlier. The memory of that sensation lingers at the forefront of your mind. And if you concentrate hard enough, you can feel the phantom touch of his tongue. But you know it’s not as good as the real thing; it never is.

“Please,” you force yourself not to whimper. You’re going to die if Yuushi keeps this up. They’re going to find your body in this apartment, and you’ll join K and her other ghost friends. At least the rent would probably go down again.

“Did I say you could let your mind wander?” Yuushi’s voice rumbles from underneath you. Muscular arms wrap around your legs, pulling you down.

A moan tears through your throat when something wet and warm enters your cunt. It thrusts in and out. You’re forced to rest your full weight on Yuushi, completely losing the strength to kneel. He laps and drinks from you as if he’s tasting ambrosia.

The texture of his tongue running over your clit occasionally, before sinking into your dripping hole with an obscene squelch, has your walls trembling. They contract and squeeze around him, desperately grabbing for more.

The sudden jump in intensity after being starved of his touch for so long sends your nervous system into a frenzy. The only thought in your mind is to orgasm. With how sensitive you are, it’s not difficult for him to bring you to your peak.

Yuushi is well accustomed to all the ways you enjoy being touched, which spots make you clench tighter than others, and what makes you scream his name.

He pleasures you with practiced ease, and your mind anticipates the climax. It’s almost second nature to expect it.

But Yuushi places one last peck on your swollen clit and slides out.

“Inspection clear!” he says, not getting up from the floor yet.

You may appear upside down in his vision, but your wide eyes are impossible to miss.

“Wha…?” You blink, plopping onto the floor along with your jaw. All the pleasure has evaporated, leaving behind an empty fissure that threatens to tear you in half. Practically every hair on your body stands on end. The smirk on Yuushi’s face is enough to send a fresh gush of arousal to seep into the floor beneath you.

Yuushi sits up, running a hand through his mussed hair, and licks his lips. “Aw, did you forget you’re still being punished?” he grins, the bottom half of his face glistening with your slick.

Your core throbs, an unbearable ache. “Did you just blue ball me?!?” you cry out, skin flushing hot with outrage. Like a newborn foal, you stumble as you stand, trying not to lose your footing.

Yuushi grabs your arm and shoulder to steady you. He kisses your forehead and grins. “Naughty brats don’t get to cum either. Ya gotta earn it.” He presses you against the door and stares deep into your eyes. “An hour and a half. No more,” he warns you.

You inhale sharply, “I know.”

The right side of his mouth quirks, and his eyes crinkle at the edges as they gaze at you fondly. Yuushi kisses your temple and draws back.

“Oh, and put your clothes back on before you warp the floorboards,” he says. You do your best to ignore the sharp ache between your thighs, redressing and opening the door. “Remember, don't touch yourself while you’re out!”

You continue facing forward and walk to the car, flipping Yuushi off the whole way.

The drive to the store is short and uneventful. You had to put every ounce of concentration into driving as the horny thoughts screamed in your brain to make themselves known. But luckily, it’s not rush hour, and the roads are quiet today. You even considered pulling over at one point and relieving yourself of the ache in your core. Yuushi would never know, but you would have to live with the fact that you broke his trust.

20 minutes have passed since you left, and you’re still sitting inside the car in the parking lot. You groan and rest your head on the steering wheel, jerking back when you accidentally activate the horn. Of course, a random stranger happens to be walking in front of your car at the time, and you end up bowing your head in apology before sinking into your seat, hoping to melt from view.

You remain slumped like that until the pit of your stomach no longer feels like it’s plunging down an abyss. A glance at the clock now shows 35 minutes have passed. Did you really sit in your car for another 15 minutes? You peek out the window and pray that the stranger you accidentally spooked has already left. Otherwise, you’ll pretend to intensely analyze the nutrition label of a nearby item if you come across the poor soul in the store.

With a deep breath, you exit the car and head inside. An annoying squeal followed by the occasional squeak makes you feel as if you’re walking a stubborn pig instead of pushing a shopping cart. Does no one ever oil the wheels? You can’t help but glance at your phone every couple of minutes to make sure you’re on schedule. Although…. You shake the thought from your head.

Your next stop is the snack aisle. Every time you place an item in your cart, you check it off the list on your phone. Your eyes fall on the bulk pack of Pocky. The image of the biscuit dangling from Yuushi’s lips like a cigarette brings a rush of warmth to your face. You can’t be having these thoughts in the middle of the grocery store; there are people here! You bring a hand up to your cheeks in hopes of sapping the warmth from them. Unfortunately, fantasy Yuushi smirks and wags the Pocky stick to invite you to bite the other end.

You swear a puff of smoke erupts from your head, and you wave your hand above your head to dispel the clouds and obscene thoughts.

“Momma, what is that person doing?” A small voice from further down the aisle catches your attention. Your hand snaps down to your side as your spine goes rigid. Oh fuck. As if you hadn’t already met your daily quota for embarrassing yourself in public. You pretend you’re having an intense internal debate between the strawberry and chocolate flavours of Pocky. The two packages are pressed so close to your face that your eyeballs might as well be imprinted with their ingredients list.

“Just pretend you didn’t see anything, Hun,” another voice replies, although you have to strain your ears to catch the entire sentence.

“But why?” Curse children and their insatiable curiosities. You remain in your stiff pose. Wheat flour, Sugar—

“Because then it’s not as embarrassing for the other person.” Chocolate liquor, Blend of vegetable oils—

“Is dancing something to be embarrassed about?” You nearly drop the packages and force your eyes to remain steady as the tiny print warps in your vision. Whole milk powder, Vegetable oil shortening—

“Didn’t Momma promise to buy you ice cream today?” A loud gasp followed by a little squeal pierces your eardrums. Tiny footsteps rush away from you, followed by the frantic whines of a shopping cart.

You toss both flavours into your cart and let out an internal scream so loud that any mind reader within a 50km radius would be rendered unconscious. The vibration in your right pocket startles you. You unlock your phone to read the text from Yuushi.

The phone nearly plummets to the ground, and you scramble to catch it, fingers awkwardly grasping the device before it collides with the floor. The text is a succinct ‘half an hour,’ but attached is a selfie with a view of the visible tent in Yuushi's sweatpants. You can picture the outline of his erection and quickly cover the screen with your chest as you check that no one else is around.

Letting out a sigh when you see the aisle is deserted, you admire the photo. It’s not fair that Yuushi hides his physique behind baggy clothing. Another ding chimes from your phone, and a new picture loads. You nearly crack the screen with your chokehold grip. This time Yuushi has his cock—still clothed—flush against his body, one large hand gripping the base of his shaft to accentuate the outline. It perfectly teases you with his girth and length while letting your imagination do the rest of the work.

You press your thighs together and huff a groan. This does nothing to stop the flow of arousal. When you shift your legs, you can feel the uncomfortable stickiness that binds your underwear to your skin. And of course, you still have the rest of your shopping list to complete. Which means more walking around the store and enduring the sweet torture of friction.

Your phone chimes for what you hope is the last time. Your shoulders sag when you notice the Lock Screen notification shows no indication of an attachment. ‘I’m waiting. Be good and come back on time.’

You have to stop pushing the cart and take a breather, rubbing your thighs together to ease the ache. It doesn’t help that you can clearly read the message in his voice. Your eyes scan over the text again, and another idea pops into your head. What if you didn’t want to be good? You bite your lip and redirect your cart to a random aisle. There’s only one way to find out.

It’s not difficult to pass half an hour in the store by doing nothing. You can’t remember the last time you browsed all the aisles for the fun of it. Many of the aisles have been moved around, and some items have been replaced with newer stock. This adds to your browsing time.

Your phone has gone off a few times, and you made sure to read every message without replying. The first text was Yuushi. He was hoping that you were on your way home lest you face the consequences of being late. But his concerns quickly morphed into displeasure when he realized you were ignoring him on purpose, courtesy of the read receipts.

With your cart filled more than you were intending, you head to the self-checkout. You’re starting to enjoy the erratic buzzing in your back pocket from your phone. You wonder how different it would feel compared to the sting of Yuushi’s spanks. You scan your items as quickly as you can and tap your card to pay for everything. Most of your groceries are haphazardly tossed into the reusable bags you brought.

You nearly sprint to the car. Your thighs are damp and sticky. Another vibration sends a throb down your core. The groceries are placed in the trunk, and you flop into the driver's seat. You tug on the collar of your shirt, undoing the buttons on your coat. It’s getting too warm, and you haven’t even started the engine yet.

You decide to take a peek at your phone, unlocking the screen to be greeted with a wall of text. A grin sneaks onto your face, and you glance at your surroundings. Taking a risk, you shimmy your pants down past your knees. Turning on the camera, you snap a picture of your drooling cunt, framed perfectly by a pair of dark, lacy underwear. This specific one happened to be one of Yuushi’s favourites since it was crotchless. He liked fucking you senseless while still being able to admire the lingerie.

You scroll up and skim over his messages. They all pretty much mean the same thing: you’re being severely punished when you arrive home. Maybe this is pouring gasoline on an open flame, but—you smirk and hit send—you think you’ll enjoy watching it all burn.

You reluctantly slide your damp pants back on—it’s better than making a mess on the car seat. Those things can be a nightmare to clean. Not even a minute later, you can see that he’s looked at your picture. Almost immediately after, the call screen appears with Yuushi’s caller ID. You switch your phone to silent mode and place it in the cup holder with the screen off.

“Sorry, Yuushi. I shouldn’t call and drive at the same time,” you say in a singsong voice, knowing very well he can’t hear you. How pissed off is he now? You hum and turn the key, feeling the engine roar to life. You glance over your shoulder at the bags behind you. At least you remembered to buy many, many, many condoms and another bottle of lube. Shifting gears, you pull out of the parking lot and drive to your doom.

The radio is blasting your favourite songs, and you drum your fingers along to the rhythm. But nothing provides sufficient distraction from the pulsing between your legs. Your body anticipates what Yuushi has in store for you. You can almost feel his stubble ghosting your inner thighs, and you squeeze your legs together. Luckily, your brain switches to autopilot and the apartment building comes up in the distance.

Parking in the usual spot, you glance up and see Yuushi standing in front of the doorway with his arms crossed. The sleeves of his shirt are rolled up to his elbows, and you practically drool at the sight of his exposed forearms. You’re half expecting him to walk up to the car and scold you, but he remains in the doorway menacingly. His eyes never leave you as you get out of the car and grab the groceries.

There are only two bags for you to carry. When you take them out of the car, they tug on your shoulders as if filled with lead weights. With a grimace, you walk up to your shared apartment. His unwavering gaze only fans the flames in your lower belly. His eyes dart to the bags in your hands, and he lets out a mixture between a sigh and a snort.

“You’re late." He waits for an explanation.

“Would you believe me if I said the line was really long?” Your voice pitches near the end of your sentence, and your posture wilts a little under his stare.

Yuushi shakes his head in dismay and flicks your forehead. “First of all, Angel. Never start a sentence like that if you wanna get away with a lie.” His eyes drift down between your legs, where the damp fabric hugs and forms a faint outline of your lips.

“And?” you say with a stamp of your foot, urging him to continue.

Yuushi licks his lips. You watch the pink muscle dart out and wet the skin. A flood of want pools in your abdomen as you imagine all the things he can do with his tongue. “And second,” he continues, “you were too busy teasing me with your little photoshoot in the car.” Yuushi shortens the distance between you and him. His hands are on your waist almost instantly, and they curve along the swell of your ass. He leans into your ear and lowers his voice. “I bet the driver's seat will smell like you for days.” It’s sultry and husky; he knows how to leave you weak in the knees.

Yuushi grabs the bags from your loosening grip. Your fingers go slack, along with the rest of your body, once they’re free from the weight. He supports your body with one arm. You feel the warmth of his lips brush against the shell of your ear, and a pleasant tingle trails down your back to the base of your spine. “I know you want to be good for me,” he whispers, nibbling on the cartilage. “You’ll make it up to me; you always do.”

“Yuushi…” you groan, fingers gripping tightly onto the back of his shirt.

He chuckles and nuzzles the side of your face, scratching you with his stubble despite your whines of protest. “Yeah, Baby?” and his tone sweetens, tenderized by affection. “You want me to take care of you?” He grins at your enthusiastic nod. “Poor thing. It must’ve been so hard waiting. But you’ve been misbehaving, remember?” The curve of his lips tugs into a smirk. “You gotta be punished first before I can give ya what you want.”

Yuushi shifts the bags around and hoists you up with an arm around your back to support you. Instinctively, your legs wrap around his waist and your arms loop around his neck. Despite how nonchalant he seems, you can feel him throbbing through his pants. Pressing your body into him, you relish in his warmth and his large hands gripping your hips.

“And what punishments did you have in mind, Sir?” The title rolls of your tongue sweetly like honey, dripping into his ears and scrambling his brain into mush. His fingers dig deeper, and a bruising ache blossoms across your skin.

“Wouldn’t be much of a punishment if you knew what to expect,” he replies in a strained voice. Hastily, he heads to the entrance of your apartment. The rustle of groceries tumbling around inside your reusable bags is drowned by the steady drumming of your heart. In sync with his thoughts, you turn the doorknob. Yuushi darts into the apartment and slams the door, rattling the walls. You’re sure that someone’s going to raise a noise complaint, but right now you couldn’t care less.

Two thumps echo in the room as the walls blur in your peripheral vision. All you can focus on is Yuushi’s intense gaze. He only looks away just enough to see where he’s going, but otherwise maintains eye contact. You shudder under his stare. You can’t guess what exactly, but you know he’s thinking about what he’ll do to you. There’s that devious glint in his eyes that gives you only a glimmer of the filthy thoughts he harbours.

You bite your lip and let out a small whimper, grinding against his clothed erection. Your heart skips a beat in response to the twitch in his pants. A strangled groan rumbles in Yuushi’s throat as he reaches the bed and pins you against the mattress. The only noise in the room is your pants mixing with Yuushi’s heavy breathing. Anything louder would have ripped through the tension holding both of you back.

Large hands slip underneath your top and skirt along your sides. “So needy,” Yuushi rasps, admiring your dishevelled appearance. When his fingertips brush against your bare chest, his eyes widen, pupils blown impossibly large. “Oh, Angel. You’re so fuckin’ naughty.” He rides your shirt up to expose more of you. Yuushi fondles your breasts, giving your nipples a cheeky pinch. “Did it turn you on while walking around the store like this?” He rolls one of the hardened buds between his forefinger and thumb. “I bet lotsa people stared. You practically had them on display with that flimsy material.”

Yuushi dips his head down to suck on the other nipple, flicking and swirling his tongue over it. His low chuckle is a stark contrast to the pathetic whine that leaves your mouth. It feels like your body is slowly being tempered in a fire that is melting your bones into putty. Your hands instinctively fling to his head, tugging on his hair when he sucks harshly.

“I like it when the material rubs against them,” you admit in a hushed tone. Every chafe was a reminder of Yuushi’s deft fingers, although it paled in comparison to his warmth and technique. You roamed around the store while feeling his phantom touches. It didn’t pose a problem until you noticed that you were returning a box of cookies to one of the freezer aisles.

Yuushi pinches harder than normal to break you out of your daze. “I’m sure you do, Baby. But you’ll like this even more,” he promises. His stubble grazes your bare skin, sparking fizzles of pleasure that trickle down to your core. Dark eyes keep you transfixed in place. His mouth latches onto your nipple again while he teases your other one with his fingers. Obscene slurps fill the room, and you can’t help but arch closer into his touch, desperate for more.

“Yuushi!” you moan, head spinning from the onslaught of stimulation.

“Louder. I want to hear how good I’m making you feel,” Yuushi says. A sudden sting pitches your voice, more out of surprise than harm. Yuushi pulls back with a smug grin, and you notice the faint impression of his teeth marks on your breasts.

“No matter how hard you suck, nothing will come out of them,” you say, using your fingers to soothe your sensitive nipples.

Yuushi hums thoughtfully, resting his hand on your lower abdomen. “We can always fix that—if and whenever you want to,” he quickly adds. “I think you would look really hot with milk leaking out of these pretty tits.” He cups your breasts and massages them gently.

Your entire body flushes at the thought. You’ve watched what Yuushi does to K when she’s lactating. They’ve even offered for you to have a taste, but the nerves twisting in your gut always cause you to decline. The intimate act never fails to send blood rushing south. K’s keening cries and the sight of milk and spit dribbling down Yuushi’s chin is a perfect combination that leaves you a puddling mess.

“I’ll let ya have a taste of my own milk later if you’re good,” Yuushi says, trailing sloppy kisses along your collarbone and up your neck. He licks the shell of your ear and nibbles on the cartilage.

“Mm… milk,” you whisper, head drifting into the clouds.

“That’s right, Angel.” His fingers prod open your lips and glide in along your tongue. “More than you can even drink. I’ll stuff ya so full you’ll wanna burst.”

“Milk,” you repeat, a little muffled by his digits. It feels like someone’s taken a vacuum and sucked all the fog swarming your brain. You bite down—not hard enough to break skin.

“Ow! What the fuck?!” Yuushi yanks back his hand, allowing you enough room to push him away. He looks at you in disbelief, examining the ring your teeth left around his fingers. At first, you thought the shift in his eyes was anger, that you upset him with your sudden action. But your body knows better. The heat in your belly blazes like a bonfire underneath his penetrating stare, which can only mean one thing. Your little act of ‘defiance’ turned him on.

You quickly clear up the misunderstanding. If you don’t, once Yuushi gets started, he won’t stop—no matter how much you plead. “Milk!” you say, mentally slapping yourself for the lack of explanation.

Yuushi chuckles darkly, rolling the stiffness from his shoulders as his eyes pin you with their predatory gaze. “Ya should’ve said so in the first place. Let’s stuff that bratty mouth of yours, hm?” He advances forward, but you put a hand on his chest to stop him. Yuushi’s lips curl up in amusement. He decides to wait and see what you do.

“I bought milk,” you stammer, feeling his muscles flex beneath your hands, “and none of the groceries have been put away.”

Yuushi raises a brow. “That’s why you had to bite me?” He covers your hands with his larger ones and slides them down his torso. “Ya know, I’m startin’ to think you’re makin’ up excuses for me to punish you more.” You swallow the saliva welling in your mouth with a gulp, eyes fixated on how he guides your hands to the waistband of his pants. The V line of his abs draws your gaze to his clothed erection at the intersection. “C’mon. That stuff can wait till later. I’ve already got a meal I need to devour.”

You take a page from K’s book and head-butt him. “No! Everything will be spoiled by then!” You know it sounds stupid. But you would feel more at ease knowing all the perishable items were stored safely in the fridge.

Yuushi winces and rubs his forehead. “What is it with you two and surprise attacks?” He pouts and sways to exaggerate his injury. “You should be hitting on me, not actually hitting me!”

A snort erupts from your lips. “I didn’t even put that much force into it,” you say. Suddenly, you’re pulled forward and land with a thud against Yuushi’s chest. He tilts your chin up and kisses you hungrily. His tongue slips into your mouth, marking every corner and battling with your own like he wants to consume you. You feel the spit dribble down your chin as he continues to steal the breath in your lungs. He swallows every single moan until your chest is burning for air, and only then does he relent. The gossamer thread connecting your lips breaks with enough distance.

“Fuck, you look so damn cute. I might just cum in my pants,” Yuushi groans. He stands up with a sigh and admires your puffy and glistening lips. “I’ll go put the groceries away. You can strip—but don’t take everything off. Don’t think I’ve forgotten what you did earlier,” he says, glancing at your crotch. You probably look as wet as you feel.

Yuushi plants a kiss on your forehead before heading to the kitchen, grumbling to himself as he adjusts his pants. A wide grin stretches your face, and you tug your top off with giddy laughter. The cool air breezes against your bare skin. You suck in a breath and run your hands down your chest and along the expanse of your stomach. The warmth of a fire burns beneath your fingertips, and you pause at the lace lining your waist. You tease and stretch the fabric before ultimately leaving it alone.

It wasn’t just Yuushi who waited all week for this moment. For some reason, the two of you were never home together long enough to do much. While K kept you both plenty satisfied, only Yuushi could fill you like this. A sudden idea pops into your head that you file away for later; maybe you should introduce K to strap-ons?

The creak of hinges draws your attention to Yuushi leaning against the doorway. You swallow the saliva flooding your mouth before it drools onto the futon. In nothing but his boxers, he crosses his muscular arms against his broad chest. There’s that wolfish grin on his face as his eyes shamelessly rake over your figure. You hear the low rumble of a groan when his gaze falls on your underwear.

Slowly, you lean back with your forearms to support you, spreading your legs to give him a full view. A shudder ripples through your body at the way Yuushi leans forward, eyes fixated on your glistening cunt.

Yuushi wets his lips, his Adam's apple bobbing in his throat. “Looks like you’re capable of following orders after all.” There’s a scrape of gravel in his tone. A roughness that poorly disguises the want in his voice.

“Only when they’re worth following,” you say. The air on your damp skin is too stimulating, and you clench around emptiness. A small whine builds in the back of your throat. Yuushi perceives the subtle movement, and the tent in his boxers twitches in response. He sizes you up with his dark eyes, inky pools of endless desire. You can’t tell what he’s thinking. If you had to guess, he’s probably deciding his next move. Part of you hopes he forgot about any punishments and will ravish you the entire night instead.

The ache becomes too much, and you bring a hand down to ease your suffering. Before you can find any relief, Yuushi bolts. The door slams shut, and his large hands seize your wrist. You glance up at him with wide eyes, taking in his furrowed brows and bared teeth.

“Did I say you could touch yourself?” he asks. You know it’s a rhetorical question, but you humour him with a shake of your head.

“Then does that mean I can touch you instead?” you respond with a cheeky question. You don’t wait for Yuushi's reply. Instead, you tug your wrist out of his grip and bring his hand up to your lips. Laving your tongue over and between his fingers, you take one digit into your mouth and suck. A sharp intake of breath graces your ears, and you watch as the resolve of the man in front of you crumbles. He reminds you of ice breaking, how a small hairline fracture can expand and shatter an entire lake.

“Listen here, you little brat.” Yuushi recoils his hand and grabs your chin, turning you to meet his eyes. “I’ve had enough of the teasing and attitude.” His fingers dig into your skin, and his haggard breathing fans across your face. “I oughta tie you up and teach you a lesson, but first,” he growls, pushing you flat onto your back. “First, I need to taste you.” He parts your legs and delves immediately between your thighs. The sudden sensation of his tongue dragging through your folds sends a chain of electric currents zapping throughout your body.

When his initial pace is too much, you writhe and attempt to squirm away from his touch. But this only causes him to hook his arms underneath your knees, effectively locking you in place as he doubles his efforts.

“Yuushi! It’s too much!” you protest, body shuddering with aftershocks as bolt after bolt of pleasure singes your core. He is relentless with his tongue. You feel something probe at your entrance. Glancing down, you watch as he slides two fingers inside you down to his knuckles. The air is punched out of your lungs when he curls them and massages your walls.

“Shoulda thought about that before disobeying my orders,” he says, flicking your clit with his tongue. You throw your head back and squeeze your eyes tight, trying to ride through the onslaught of sensations. “Hey, eyes down here. I wanna see your face when I make you squirt like a waterfall.”

“Yuushi!” Your eyes snap open, and you blink to clear the blurriness in your vision. His smug expression taunts you with its smirk. You’re not sure what’s more infuriating: the fact that he’s playing your body like an expert musician, or how he looks so handsome between your thighs with his stubble and lips glistening from your arousal.

He pulls out his fingers and sucks on them with obscene slurps, moaning at the taste of you coating his tongue. “What? It’s not embarrassing if it makes you horny as hell. But then again, you always did like it when I humiliated you a bit,” he says with a grin.

Trembles ripple through your body. “I do not,” you snap, teeth gnashing together as the words wrestle to escape.

Yuushi smiles, and you know he doesn’t believe you. Heck, you don’t even believe yourself with how enthusiastically you denied it. “Mhm. So then why take those pictures in the parking lot? In broad daylight, too,” he points out. Yuushi kisses the pulse point on your neck before inserting his fingers into your cunt again. “Admit it, you’re lewd, Angel.” His voice is low, taunting. It fills your body with warmth and desire, driving you mad. Sometimes you wonder if Yuushi is secretly a demon trying to seduce you out of your soul, and you would all too gladly give it to him.

“I'm not,” you whine as he crooks his fingers to reach the sensitive area inside you. His digits are long and thick. They’re a lot larger than yours, and dear lord does the stretch feel amazing. He has the mind-numbing ability to stimulate you in all the right places; it’s like he knows your body better than you do. Once Yuushi notices something feels good for you, he abuses that spot until your eyes roll into the back of your head.

“Really? Coulda had me fooled. I mean, c’mon, look at you grippin’ my fingers so tight.” He strains his fingers in a scissoring motion, and you look away in embarrassment at how much resistance your body puts up. He chuckles and grinds the heel of his palm against your clit. “Don’t you worry, I’ll fill ya up real good soon,” he promises, kissing behind your ear sweetly.

You fist the blankets beneath you, worried that your soul will float away at any second now. “If you keep talking like that, I’m going to cum,” you warn him. But with the way you’re practically riding his hand, you know it’s only a matter of time before you hit your peak.

Yuushi’s teeth scrape gently along your ear, and you can feel his hot breath panting against your skin. “That’s the point, Baby. I want you to climax around my fingers as I whisper all the filthy things I’m gonna do to ya in your ear.”

“Yuushi!” You clench at his words. Some of the things this man says drive you insane.

“That’s my name. Scream it some more for me,” he commands, and you comply. If the neighbours didn’t hear you before, they sure have now.

Your voice rises in pitch, a mess of whines and moans. Yuushi praises you and maintains his relentless speed until the pressure building in your core threatens to explode. “I’m close. Can I cum—please? Please let me cum,” you say. It’s right there, you can feel it drawing nearer. But your body tightens up and leaves you teetering on the edge, a response that now feels as automatic as breathing.

A pleased hum rumbles in Yuushi’s throat. “Good, you still remember how to ask for permission.” His other hand cradles your cheek to face him, and he plants a kiss on the side of your sweaty forehead. “Go ahead, Sweetheart. Cause after this, I ain’t gonna be so nice.”

That’s all you needed to hear. “Thank you, thank you, thank you!” you babble, back arching when Yuushi focuses on your G-spot. There’s a heat that consumes your entire being. It started in your core, and now it’s leaching through your system, turning your bones and muscles to liquid.

You can’t think, can barely hear Yuushi’s words of encouragement over the thundering of your heartbeat. Every breath you take fills your senses with sex and sweat. You don’t even register the sound of your voice keening when Yuushi circles your clit with his thumb, bringing you to orgasm. And the pleasure slams into you, a force so powerful that your hips buck from the whiplash.

“That’s right, cum all over my fingers,” Yuushi says, not once breaking eye contact. He kisses the tears forming at the corners of your eyes. “Look at you, you’re gushing.” Yuushi thrusts his fingers a few times to emphasize the resulting squelches. The warm baritone of his delighted laugh makes your chest feel as fuzzy as your head. “God, you’re so fuckin’ cute! Has anyone ever told ya that?” He peppers your face with kisses, moving his fingers gently to trigger the aftershocks of your orgasm before withdrawing. “Enough, it’s time for your punishments. You need to be taught a lesson.”

You swallow a greedy gulp of air, and the room fills with the sounds of your laboured breaths. Your eyes flutter open to see Yuushi licking his fingers clean. “And what lesson would that be?” you ask, correcting yourself when you catch your mistake.“Sir.”

His smile stretches wide, and he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. “Wouldn’t you like to know?” Yuushi gestures with his head. “Open the top drawer.”

Sitting up, you reach over to the nightstand, curious as to what he had in store for you. You pick up and run a hand along the smooth satin strip. “…A blindfold?”

Yuushi hears the lilt in your tone and nonchalantly shrugs his shoulders, but the smirk on his face is nothing short of mischievous. “You won’t be needing your sight for this one,” he says. You glance at the fabric hesitantly. You’ve never done this before. “Hey, you don’t have to. Remember the safe word. But I promise to make you feel good.” He rests a hand on your thigh and squeezes gently.

The flesh of your bottom lip rolls over your teeth as you stare at the black fabric in your hand. You glance at Yuushi, who’s watching—waiting patiently for your answer. A simmering heat coils in the pit of your stomach, and you realize you want this. You hold out the blindfold to him and say, “Please punish me, Sir.” The grin on his face raises the goosebumps on your skin, and you wonder if you’ll come to regret this decision.

“That’s my Angel, so good for me,” he coos, taking the blindfold from you. Soon, the world disappears into darkness. The satin is smooth against your skin, and you can feel Yuushi fiddling with your hair to check it’s not tangled with the fabric. His warm breath tickles your ear, and you jolt from the unexpected puff of air. “Do you know why you’re here?” He’s testing you, curious to see how you’ll respond.

“No,” you answer, unable to control the upward curve of your lips.

Yuushi’s chuckle is full of mirth and makes your chest squeeze tight. “No? That smile on your face wouldn’t mean you’re hiding something, would it?” he asks, the grin in his tone evident. Your head turns to where you think he’s standing, and you’re greeted by the caress of his thumb tracing your lips.

“Maybe,” you say with a shrug. “My smile is like the Mona Lisa’s, who knows what it means.” The finger on your lips drops, and you wish you could see the expression on his face. But you can picture it perfectly in your mind. You can envision his dark eyes staring you down as both his brows move in opposite directions and the clench of his jaw that always accompanies his irritated smirk.

Yuushi huffs and teases one of your nipples with a quick pinch. The sudden sensation tugs at your navel, and the rest of your body jerks along from the force. “I didn’t blindfold and strip you naked to have you give me an art lecture,” he says, easing the sting with a light massage.

You lean into his touch, chest rising with shallow breaths. “Then why don’t you explain to me why I’m here?” You hum and tilt your head slightly, waiting for his answer. The hand on your breast disappears, and the sudden cold prickles the goosebumps on your skin. Something brushes against your hair, causing you to jump.

Yuushi traces your ear, rubbing the soft cartilage between his fingers. “Listen. You don’t know how to listen,” he says, giving a playful tug on your earlobe.

“I prefer the term selective hearing,” you say with a cheeky grin.

Your retort is met with a scoff. Suddenly, Yuushi’s scent fills your senses, and you can feel his breath against your lips. You lean forward, eager to make contact, but you’re met with nothing but thin air. “Sounds like you’re just plain ignoring my orders,” Yuushi says.

Your mouth opens before you have time to think. “Mm, I think you mean to say that I creatively find loopholes to take advantage of.”

His laughter rings throughout the room. “Well, you won’t be able to loophole your way outta this situation.” There’s a bravado in his tone that kicks your brain into overdrive. What does he have planned? Yuushi’s voice draws you out of your thoughts. “I hope you remember that orgasm I gave ya, 'cause it’s gonna be a while till your next one,” he purrs, kissing along your jawline.

You tilt your head back, inhaling sharply when his lips move to your neck. “Why? Got performance anxiety?” you ask, shamelessly dragging your hands down his broad chest, resting against the hard muscles of his abdomen. You can feel him tremble under your touch, and you remember how sensitive he must be. While it’s true that he hasn’t been abstaining from sex, it’s been a good week or two since you’ve touched him like this. Yuushi would never admit that he’s close to cumming in his pants. He’d rather die and haunt you with K first.

Yuushi stills your wandering hands with a firm grip and drops them at your sides. “Keep digging that hole you’re in, Sweetheart. I’m not the one being punished,” he says.

You reach a tentative hand forward and once again feel nothing but air. Your ears perk at the sound of a whoosh and the slight squeak of wheels. You turn your head to face the side of the bed. “What’re you doing?” you ask.

The sound of rummaging and objects colliding with one another fills the otherwise silent room. The noises end with a triumphant shout from Yuushi, and his footsteps pad closer to you. “Continuing where we left off before you went to the store,” he replies, pausing in his steps. You frown and tilt your head at the sudden silence. Yuushi whistles, low and impressed. “Wow, you look….”

You lean back and strike a pose. “Ravishing? Stunning? Drop dead gorgeous?” The smile on your face stretches wide, and your teeth form a barricade to prevent your heart from spilling onto the floor every time it leaps into your throat.

Yuushi snickers and cups your face in his hands. “I need to do something about that mouth of yours. …But yes, all that and more,” he admits. The apples of your cheeks prickle, tingling with a heat that spreads to your ears and neck. “Heh. Your face is burning up. So cute.” He peppers you with kisses, throwing tinder on the fire blazing beneath your skin. “Lie down for me.”

You comply, flopping down, and the mattress dips from the sudden weight. Something soft and thin tickles your stomach, travelling up your sternum and between your breasts. “What the fuck was what?!” you squeal, squirming to get away.

A large hand on your abdomen pins you in place. “You’ll find out soon enough,” Yuushi says. The tickling sensation circles around and moves downward, inching slowly closer to your core. “Just sit back, relax, and don’t cum unless I tell ya to.”

Easier said than done. You’re convinced this man is trying to torture you to death. Time is difficult to grasp when you can’t look at any of the clocks in the room. Your brain has almost turned to complete mush from all the teasing. “Yuushi… please!” you cry out, hips bucking when he smacks the folded-up fabric against your clit.

“Uh uh. You didn’t want to listen to me. Now I’m not gonna listen to you.” Yuushi ignores your pleas and delivers another strike, this time just above where your pubic mound is. “Beg all ya want, Sweetheart. It ain’t gonna do ya any good,” he says. A sob chokes your throat. It feels like all your nerve endings are on fire, sensitive to the slightest stimulation.

And finally, it stops. Your chest heaves with ragged breaths, and you can’t help but squirm in place. Yuushi grabs your wrists and brings them together above your head. He wraps something around them, and you think back to earlier, before you left for the store. “Is this… your tie?” you ask, swallowing the lump in your throat.

Yuushi fiddles with the knot he made, tugging at the fabric to ensure it’s not too tight. “Why? Were you hoping for fuzzy handcuffs instead?”

You shake your head, grateful that the blindfold gives you an excuse to avoid eye contact. “No, I like the tie. Makes me feel like we’re roleplaying an office fantasy,” you admit. It would be a lie to say you haven’t thought about showing up to one of his office jobs while he’s working overtime. You’ve already thought of the perfect excuse. You would show up with dinner you made and packed for him, and his shift would end with him pounding you into his table, shaking the cubicle walls. You sigh and dismiss the daydream; perhaps next time when he picks up another job.

Yuushi groans, and you can hear the slight pitch of need in his tone. “Damn, Angel. For someone with such a nice nickname, you have a filthy mind.”

An impish grin stretches your lips. “You like my filthy mind.”

“Hell yeah I do.” Yuushi leans down to press a kiss against your forehead, and you can feel the affection in his gaze. “Now spread your legs so I can fuck you.”

The emotional whiplash draws an outburst of laughter from you that makes your belly ache. You can’t see, but Yuushi smiles at you with eyes softer than room-temperature butter. You spread your legs at the crinkle and tearing of a wrapper. A tap against your swollen clit takes you by surprise, sending a jolt of pleasure that contributes to the growing mess between your thighs. You grumble under your breath, waiting for him to thrust into you.

Another tap lodges the words in your throat. “Sorry, what was that?” Yuushi asks, feigning ignorance. Your lips form a thin line, glued shut by embarrassment. He rubs the head of his cock through your folds, teasing your entrance. “I need words, Baby. Tell me what you want me to do.”

You bite your lip, your stomach fluttering in a frenzy. You think Yuushi gets off on your begging. “Fuck me, Sir. Please fuck me—“

The air is punched out of your lungs, and your eyes nearly roll into the back of your head from the fullness you feel. Yuushi remains motionless, cock buried deep inside of you. A warm hand on your abdomen causes your body to jolt. The rough pads of his fingers rub against your skin, pressing down ever so slightly.

The world becomes darker than it already is, and you look around in confusion until the smooth baritone of Yuushi’s voice greets your ears. “Can you feel that, Sweetheart? Can you feel me pressing deeply into you?” Your head feels light from the intensity of his familiar scent. The tingling in your skin buzzes from his proximity.

You suck in a breath and slowly nod. The pressure in your lower abdomen builds, and suddenly you can feel the head of his cock brush against your walls, pushing against the sensitive spongy area. You have to clench your teeth to hold back the cry that claws its way up your throat, banging against the enamel. Who knows what he’ll do to you if he finds out how heightened your sensitivity has become.

Yuushi kisses the side of your neck, his delighted laugh vibrating throughout your skin in ripples. “You’re holdin’ on to me so tight, and I haven’t even started moving yet,” he says, kneading the meat of your thighs. The fullness can only satisfy you so much. Your hips buck instinctively, seeking any friction. Yuushi hisses through clenched teeth and digs his fingers into your skin. He draws back slowly before thrusting back into you. Your wrists burn against the restraint, and Yuushi has to pin them down to prevent you from squirming further.

“Yuushi, please,” you beg, voice wavering with tears.

“I will, Angel. I will. Just gotta be good and I’ll give ya what you want soon.” His words bring little comfort, nor does his large hand caressing your cheek. The heat in your core burns like a raging fire, consuming everything in its path and leaving destruction in its wake. You need him to move, to do something—anything. Any attempt to take control of the situation is thwarted with a slap to your pubic mound.

“Is this being good?” Yuushi asks, although from the dry tone in his voice, you can tell the question is rhetorical.

You bite your lip and shake your head.

“What happens when you’re bad?” He asks another question, already knowing the answer when your body clenches in response. “You’re so desperate, you’re willing to get punished to speed things along. Ain’t that right?”

Once again, the air is knocked out of you, and all you can manage is a wheezing “Yes.” Your palms sting from your nails digging into them. The pain is the only thing keeping you sane during this prolonged torture. “Anything you want,” you add in your desperation.

Yuushi’s pondering hum quickly turns into a dark chuckle. A shudder wracks your body at the sinful sound. “Remember this morning?” He doesn’t give you time to answer. “When you said you were sorry,” he says, as if the small detail is enough to jog your memory.

Your head tilts to the side, and your lips remain pursed in silence.

“You might not be bent over my knee, but why don’t ya turn around and get on all fours. Show me that you really mean it,” Yuushi says.

You flex and unflex your hands. The ache in your upper arms makes his offer tempting. “I would love to, Sir,” you say.

And so Yuushi backs away to give you space, leaving you unbearably empty. Your arms come down, and you ignore the ache in them as you sit up to get into position. It’s difficult with a blindfold on, but you think you’ve managed to turn 180 degrees.

Quiet snickers say otherwise, and your lips form into a pout. “You’re a little off the mark,” Yuushi says.

“Shut up and help me,” you grumble, leaning forward onto your forearms.

Warm hands grab your butt and gently steer you into the correct orientation. You blindly search for a pillow and stuff it underneath your hips, resting comfortably in position. With your head resting on your crossed arms, you call out to him.

“Don’t you want your apology?” You taunt him with a hypnotizing sway of your hips. The air feels deliciously cool against your burning skin, and every movement you make is accompanied by a wet stickiness.

A large hand cups your bottom, kneading the plump and pliant flesh. Yuushi's thumb grazes your puckering asshole, teasing with the slightest application of pressure. “Depends on how sincere it is,” Yuushi says, watching you melt underneath his touch.

This is what you wanted, what you’ve been waiting and riling him up for. But there’s a part of you that wonders how much further you can push him. With less blood directed to your brain, a grand idea pops into your head.

“Isn’t that why I’m being punished? Aren’t you supposed to teach me why I should be sorry?” You sigh and prop your chin up with a hand. “So far, I haven’t learned a single thing. As far as I can tell, I didn’t do anything wrong, so why should I apologize?”

Yuushi lets out a short, breathy laugh, filled with disbelief and tinged with agitation. “You didn’t do anything wrong?” he asks, to which you shake your head. “Sweetheart, if I had to spank ya for every wrongdoing this month, you would be a sopping mess.”

“Prove it,” you say, unwilling to believe your list of misdeeds is that long. You inch backwards, letting out a pleased purr when you feel Yuushi's erection poke you. Pinning it against his abdomen, you move your hips in slow strokes and circles. A sharp sting on your bottom causes your movements to stutter, and a short moan falls from your lips.

“You’re gonna regret sayin’ that,” Yuushi growls, fingertips bruising into your hips to still them. You squirm beneath him—a mistake—and you earn another spank just as harsh as the last one. He shoves two fingers into your cunt, and the squelch it makes has the tips of your ears burning. “Ya hear that, baby? Only two spanks and listen to how wet you are.”

“Is that the best you can do? I’m not even that wet,” you say, clenching your teeth when he strokes your walls.

“Why don’t you stop grippin’ me so tight then? Can’t do a thing if you won’t let me go.”

“I’m not.”

“Yeah?” He brings another hand and snakes it around your waist, trailing down to pet your clit. If it weren’t for the pillow supporting you, you would have slumped flat onto the bed by now. “Not holdin’ on to me like a vice with that tight cunt of yours?” Each stroke creates a ripple that sends your walls into a fluttering frenzy, and you can feel the pressure building in your core.

Then all of a sudden his touch leaves your frazzled and on-edge body. In the darkness, the drumming of your heartbeat pounds against your eardrums, drowning the heavy pants that heave your lungs. You glance around but can’t tell where Yuushi is now. Rubbing your thighs together only forces you to be aware of the slickness coating them and how swollen your clit is.

“Yuushi?” you call out to him, tugging at the bindings around your wrists. After a pause, your shriek tears through the silence. The familiar pain in your ass sends throbs of pleasure pulsating in your core. You wait for him to say something—anything. And then you realize the cheeky man is being quiet on purpose. With the blindfold on, you’ll never be able to anticipate his next move. “You’re an asshole.” You spit the words with venom, expecting another spank.

Silence.

Nothing.

You gain a boost of confidence and start spewing strings of curses, calling him names that you would never say to his face unless you had a death wish. The breath you’ve been holding exhales in a huff through your nose, and you slump a little into the mattress.

The fabric grazing your eyelids starts to irritate you. You didn’t like the sensation of your eyelashes brushing stiffly against the blindfold. Darkness consumes you, and your wrists start to ache from your attempts to pull them apart. You squirm, the ache between your thighs clouding your thoughts.

What was taking him so lo—

Slam.

The sudden force sends you face-planting into the mattress. Your thighs tremble like the aftershocks of an earthquake, and your lungs scream at you to remember how to breathe.

Full.

You feel so full.

The slight burn doesn’t even register in your brain as your walls readily stretch to accommodate Yuushi’s girth. He remains motionless, buried deep inside you, and a small whine pitches from your throat. Another spank smarts your ass, and you keen underneath him with a whimper, back arching for more.

“Heh. You’re goin’ crazy around me. Is that on purpose?” Yuushi asks, fingers kneading your plump cheeks before delivering another swift hit. He hisses through his teeth. “You like that?”

You shake your head. A half-hearted noise to voice your dissent dies in your throat.

“Don’t be shy. You know I love hearing my sweet Angel make some noise.” Yuushi swears under his breath. “Damn, I really did a number on ya,” his fingers drag across your sore bottom, “look at how sensitive you are.” He chuckles, and the sound is a sinful melody played for your ears only.

Another spank, lighter this time, but it still overwhelms you with the sting it brings. The corners of your eyes burn with unshed tears as the pain borders on pleasure.

“M’sorry,” you mumble.

The room echoes with the slap of flesh. You grit your teeth and bunch the sheets in your fist.

“What was that? I couldn’t hear ya,” Yuushi taunts. Another spank, and the impact leaves your lower body throbbing and needy.

“I’m sorry!” The blindfold is damp against your eyes, and you resist the urge to tear it off your face.

“An apology? Wasn’t expecting one so soon,” he clucks his tongue, “but what are you sorry for?”

You avert your gaze to the side, knowing that he can't even see your eyes.

“You can’t just say sorry and not admit your wrongdoings.” Yuushi tuts at your continued silence. “Thought I was gonna let ya go so easy?” He soothes the sting with slow circles before he lifts his hand for another spank.

You bite your lip, flinching at the contact. “I’m sorry,” you repeat.

“For?”

A brief reprieve lets you scramble through your thoughts.

“For teasing you,” you say, sucking in a breath when your ass stings with a familiar pain.

“And?”

You clench your teeth, writhing to get away from his overstimulating touch. He holds your hips firmly.

“For being late when I said it would only take me an hour.” A loud moan falls from your lips at the next spank, and your clit throbs for attention.

Yuushi kneads your ass, probably enjoying your overly sensitive reactions. “What else?” he asks.

You swim through the fog in your brain, but your tongue feels like a lump of lead in your mouth. You part your lips, but nothing comes out.

Suddenly, it feels like the world has been tilted off-axis. You careen backwards and land against a solid wall with a thud. Yuushi’s hot breath tickles your ear. The wall is too soft to be anything but muscle, and Yuushi’s arm is wrapped around your midsection.

You squirm, only to have your sensitive cunt rub against more skin. Startled, you lower your hands to support yourself, blindly feeling around the darkness to grasp your surroundings. You reach the end of whatever it is you’re sitting on and squeeze the large, round object.

The vibrations from Yuushi’s chuckle rumble against your back. “Are ya done feelin’ up my knee yet?” he asks, pinching one of your nipples.

You squeak and dig your nails into his knee, digging harder when a jolt of pleasure takes you by surprise. He gives your pubic mound a lighter smack, and you have to strain your ears to hear his pleased hum.

He repeats slapping your pubic mound, using various strengths and alternating between teasing touches to your clit. You blink, the sting in the corner of your eyes trickles and seeps into the blindfold.

“I’m not stopping till you say it,” he says.

You lean against his chest with a groan, tilting your head back and hope he can feel the heat of your glare through the fabric.

“Pouting’s not gonna help you, Baby,” he says, flattening his hands against your stomach and sliding them up to cup your breasts.

He nibbles on the rim of your ear, trapping your hardened nipples between his pointer and middle finger, rolling and tugging on the sensitive buds.

You arch into his touch, feeling that delicious drag of friction against your clit again. Your mouth opens with heavy pants and soft gasps as you grind against his leg.

“I didn’t say you could help yourself,” he chuckles, hands steadying your hips. “This is the part where you’re supposed to beg me. ‘Oh, Yuushi, please stuff me with your fat, magnificent cock,’” he taunts, pitching his voice to mimic yours.

You whip your head around. “I do not sound like that.”

Yuushi pecks your scrunched-up nose, resting his head against yours. “Sure ya do,” he says, nuzzling into you. “Now hold on so I can fuck you properly.” A tug and the tie binding your wrists is removed.

“What?” Before you can say more, he grabs you by your hips, and his leg disappears underneath you. Your hands instinctively grasp onto his arms as you’re lifted higher. The tip of his cock prods at your entrance

“Yuushi,” you moan, digging your nails into his arms.

“Stay still. I don’t want to drop you,” Yuushi chuckles breathily, “I don’t wanna break my dick either.”

If anything, you’re the one who’s going to break after this.

It burns as your entrance stretches to accommodate his girth. He slides inside inch by inch until you’re fully seated on his cock.

Your breath hitches; he feels deeper than usual in this position.

Yuushi’s hand splays on your stomach, rubbing small circles until he presses down.

“Hng!” You throw your head back and clench tightly around him. You can feel him pressing into you.

“Thought you would like that,” Yuushi chuckles, grinding against your G-spot. “You wanna feel good, don’t ya?”

You nod frantically, biting on your lip to stop the moans from spilling out.

The more pressure he puts on your lower abdomen, the harder you can feel his cock press into you.

“Didn’t you have something to say to me?” Yuushi asks. The shit-eating grin is evident in his tone.

You huff out a high-pitched whine and squirm in place, shuddering when he delivers another slap to your swollen clit.

“I’m sorry… that you’re terrible at giving orders,” you snark.

He tenses behind you, and your lips twist into a triumphant smirk.

Yuushi clicks his tongue. “Seems like you forgot all your manners while I’ve been gone,” he says. “Looks like I have a lot to teach you again tonight.” His hand resumes massaging your lower abdomen, and all your nerve endings are on fire.

Every contact plucks on the knot forming in your stomach. Occasionally, Yuushi's cock will throb inside you and brush against your cervix.

Your body is taut, wired with the pleasure that courses through your veins with each touch from his skillful hands.

But as nice as it feels, his hips remain stationary. You’ve been sitting and making a mess on his cock for what feels like an eternity. You’re starting to become too sensitive, ready to explode the second he decides to give you more.

Your resolve, along with your sanity, begins to crumble.

You try pushing his buttons, but he knows you too well.

He knows you’re trying to get a rise out of him, make him lose control. But Yuushi didn’t survive corporate slavery and temp jobs without learning a thing or two about patience.

No. Yuushi wants to savour you. He wants to watch you do your best at riling him up, only to end up in tears, eyes rolled into the back of your head as he brings you to another orgasm. It’s been too long since he heard you beg. The way you cry out his name almost immediately makes him cum prematurely. Not to mention how cute it is when you thank him every time for fucking your brains out.

Yuushi’s cock throbs painfully, and he has to distract his mind with other things.

His hands return to your perky nipples, pinching and twisting the sensitive buds.

“You like it when I touch you here, huh?” he taunts.

“No!” you moan a little too loudly.

He smirks and drags his hands south. “No? What about here then?” His thumb massages around your clit. Your walls clench so tightly around him that Yuushi thinks he can’t move even if he wanted to.

You grit your teeth, unable to stop the trickle of drool that dribbles from the corner of your lips. “Fuck me,” you hiss.

“That’s the plan,” Yuushi says. He delivers a light slap to your pubic mound. “If you weren’t such a fucking brat.”

You whine and rock your hips, grinding your clit against him, breath hitching when his cock puts pressure on your G-spot. Yuushi lifts you up and drops you on his length. All the air is punched from your lungs as pleasure tingles in your belly.

You place your palms against his abdomen for leverage, but his hands prevent you from squirming. He looks at you expectantly.

“Fine,” you bite your lip, “I’m sorry for not keeping my promise to come home on time,” you say. Yuushi’s fingers drift back to your clit, rubbing the swollen area that clogs your throat with half-formed sentences. “I intentionally disobeyed your instructions. I didn’t—I’m sorry, Sir.”

Yuushi studies your appearance. “Ride me,” he commands.

Just like that?

No mention of your punishment?

Normally, you would question him, but your lust-addled brain is screaming for you to move. Your hips bounce before you can think much, chasing a high he’s repeatedly snatched away.

“Look at you,” Yuushi purrs, hands roaming your body as you continue to ride him. “Doin' so good for me,” he praises.

“Yuushi,” you whine, ignoring the burn in your thighs.

“Are you gonna promise to behave now?” His words jeer at you, poking holes in your will to disobey.

The haze in your mind inhibits rational thought, and there’s only one thing you can think about.

The heat pooling in your lower abdomen bubbles, but it’s far from spilling over.

God, you want to cum so bad.

Yuushi’s deep chuckle fills the room. “I haven’t nearly teased you enough to render you stupid,” he says. His large hands lift you up slightly, and he snaps his hips flush against you. “So use your fucking words.”

You claw at his chest, shaking and gasping for air. The blindfold covering your eyes is suddenly a nuisance. You want to see his face, the way his eyes steel when he delivers an order.

While you can’t see anything, it heightens the rest of your senses. The room reeks of sex and sweat, and you can feel Yuushi pressing deep inside, throbbing occasionally.

“I’m not gonna ask a second time,” he says.

You moan, it’s long and drawn out. Yuushi shudders underneath you.

“Can I cum, please? Please, Yuushi?” You babble, whimpering every time his cock strokes your walls just right. “Please, can I cum?”

His warm hand cups your face. “Look at you, pretty thing. Such a fuckin' mess for me, yeah?” Yuushi drops his touch to your clit, teasing the swollen bundle of nerves. “You can wait a bit longer, right?”

You whine on top of him, nails sinking into his broad chest. His laughter follows the feeble shake of your head.

“I can’t, Sir. If I have to wait any longer, I’ll die,” you say. Your hips stutter, chest heaving for air as it takes more and more effort to lift yourself. “I’ll listen to anything you say, so please!”

“Anything?” Yuushi drawls. You can hear the wicked grin in his tone. “Y’know, there’s something I haven’t seen ya do in a while.” Your back smacks into the mattress, and he pushes your knees up to your chest.

“What’s that?” you ask, holding your breath in anticipation. The pleasure in your core slowly inflates like a balloon, stretching your muscles taut. You feel the indomitable pressure of your impending orgasm.

Yuushi’s stubble scrapes the side of your face as his hot breath ghosts your ear. “I want the sheets to smell like you,” he growls.

Yuushi’s thrusts become harsh and relentless, driving your pleasure closer to its peak.

All your thoughts turn to dust as he cages you beneath his body, reaching deep inside of you. His cock rubs against your walls in all the right places, and that familiar pressure builds in your core.

You can feel him throbbing inside of you, swelling as you mewl underneath him.

“Yuushi,” you whimper, tears stinging the corners of your eyes.

His throaty chuckle is sin itself, a poison that drips into your ears and slowly drives you mad. “Yeah, Baby? You wanna cum? Wanna gush all over my cock?” Yuushi sucks on a pulse point on your throat, laving his tongue over your racing heartbeat.

“Yes, yes, please.” You chant his name like a prayer as the pleasure inside you nears its tipping point.

You feel him smirk against your skin. “Then do it,” and he sinks his teeth into your shoulder.

All the euphoria hits you at once, like a wave crashing onto the shore, completely obliterating everything in its path. The intense pressure gives way and releases in streams of liquid, coating the inside of your thighs.

Yuushi doesn’t stop. He continues with his movements, exaggerating his thrusts to draw out the squelches of your climax. “You’re so hot when you squirt,” Yuushi groans, capturing your mouth in a heated kiss. His tongue pushes against yours, tangling together until he leaves you breathless. He wipes the trail of drool from your chin with his thumb and moans when you wrap your lips around his finger.

You can feel his cock swell inside, and he climaxes soon after, twitching as he empties his load. He pulls out, and you can hear him pull off and discard the used condom.

Yuushi sighs, “Shit, I’m kinda mad I didn’t get to see your face when you came.” His fingers toy with your blindfold, and a glimmer of hope sprouts in your chest. “We can fix that.”

You’re blinded. The natural light from the windows is painful to your eyes, having grown accustomed to pitch darkness. You squint and blink rapidly, waiting for the spots of light in your vision to dissipate. Yuushi presses a kiss to each of your eyelids, and the first thing you see properly is his soft smile.

“I missed seeing your face,” he says.

“I missed being able to see,” you respond.

Yuushi laughs and pinches your nipple. “I give ya the best orgasm in weeks, and you can’t even pretend to miss me?”

“I wasn’t missing out on much,” you say, grinning when you feel his cock harden against you.

“Not much, huh?” Yuushi trails a hand down and runs his fingers through your wet folds, gliding with ease over your swollen clit. “Since I don’t add much, how about I lie here and you do all the work?” He flops onto the futon and tosses another condom at you, his cock rising at full mast. “Ride me; show me that you don’t need my help to cum.”

You huff and tear open another wrapper, straddling him once the condom is pulled all the way down. You’re going to show him that you can climax just as well without his assistance. His cock impales you, and you bite your lip to hold back the moans. You’re still sensitive from your previous orgasm, walls fluttering around his thick shaft.

“I’m not seeing much movement,” Yuushi rests his hands behind his head, grinning up at you. There’s an air of sultry effortlessness surrounding him, and it sparks the kindling in your core.

“Don’t rush me,” you snap, lifting your hips and slamming them down. A gasp hitches in your throat, and you lean your hands on Yuushi's chest for support.

“You alright there, Angel?” His hands massage the meat of your thighs. “You’re not seeing stars already, are you?”

You don’t dignify him with a response, slowly building a rhythm with your hips. His cock reaches all the right places, and each bounce leaves you gasping for air.

Yuushi’s hands rest on your waist, providing a means of support despite his supposed indifference. “Does it feel good when you get to use me like this? Like I’m your own personal fuck toy?” he asks, eyes trailing your form with reverence.

You shudder. Yuushi has a penchant for talking dirty, and he doubles down because he knows it turns you on.

“Fucktoys don’t talk,” you grit your teeth to barricade a moan, but the arch of your back betrays the pleasure you feel. Your hand drifts up to tease your hardened nipples, pinching and rolling them between your fingers.

Yuushi’s eyes darken, his hands twitch against your skin, but remain in place. He watches with enraptured attention, rubbing small patterns into your shaking thighs.

“This one does. What’s the difference between this and watching a tape while using a toy?”

You snort, “So what are you then? Some all-in-one smart toy?

“Designed for your pleasure,” he grins, sounding straight out of a cheesy commercial.

You laugh and smack his chest lightly. “Stop. You’re such an idiot sometimes.” Your comment doesn’t have any real bite to it, not when you gaze at him so fondly.

Yuushi remains undeterred, leaning up for a kiss, to which you happily comply. His lips are soft, moving slowly to intoxicate you with his sweetness. He pulls away, and a puff of air ghosts your mouth. “Are you gonna keep calling me names, or are you gonna ride me like your life depends on it?” Yuushi’s signature smirk returns, egging you on.

You clench tightly around him, taking his hiss as a small victory. “I can do both, can’t I?” you say, flashing him an innocent smile as your hands trail down his chest.

“Mmm, I don’t know.” He lifts your hand and kisses your knuckles, grinning into them. “You tend to lose all mental capacity once you really start feeling it.” He chuckles when you wrinkle your nose. “It’s cute. I like watching you lose control. Makes me happy to know I make you feel that good.”

You cup his face, capturing his mouth in a heated kiss. “Then shut up and let me ride you.”

You resume your pace, grinding your hips against his pelvis and biting your lip as every movement stimulates your clit. You angle your thrusts, knowing exactly where you want him to hit. Yuushi trembles beneath you at the broken moans you let out, and his fingers dig into your ample flesh.

Your skin sheens in the light, chest heaving as your thighs burn with a sharp ache. You boasted earlier, but now you’re almost ready to tap out after a few minutes. Maybe you should ask Yuushi what he does to be so fit.

“You’re so beautiful, y’know that?” His words snap you out of your daze, and you become increasingly aware of how your pants fill up the room. You try to steady your pulse, stilling your hips to catch your breath.

The sting of embarrassment sends a new wave of heat across your face and flushes it downwards to the rest of your body. “Yuushi,” you whine, unable to look him in the eye.

“I can feel how tight you’re squeezing me. Touch yourself some more. Pretend it’s me that’s doing it,” Yuushi says, massaging your thighs. His hands move to cup the swell of your ass and deliver a swift spank.

You purse your lips, but the throbbing in your core holds every thought ransom. You tilt your face towards Yuushi and lift your gaze from his chest to his eyes.

His dark irises swirl with mirth, and it’s cute how he pulses inside you the moment you make eye contact. Yuushi raises a brow, his expression prodding you to follow his orders.

You lift your hand and run the flat of your tongue over the pads of your fingers, coating them in your warm saliva. For fun, you begin sucking on them, exaggerating the wet slurps.

Yuushi’s brows knit together, and his hands flinch against your skin but remain on your waist. You’re surprised he’s letting you get away with all this. He has more self-control than you give him credit for. To be fair, this is the man who professed his love to a woman after sleeping with her once or twice. A small huff escapes as you recall K’s recollection of the moment.

“What’s going through that pretty mind of yours?” Yuushi asks, wondering if he did anything funny.

You shake your head and kiss him languidly. “It’s nothing,” you say.

“That doesn’t answer—“

You smash your lips together, pushing your tongue into his mouth. A thrill runs down your spine when he moans and cups the back of your neck. Yuushi’s hips buck, and you bite his bottom lip in retaliation.

“You’re gorgeous,” Yuushi pants, admiring your swollen lips. His hands run up and down your thighs. “So good for me. Now play with yourself and show me how you like it.”

You bring your hand between your legs and rub teasing circles around your sensitive clit. “Oh, fuck….” you groan, throwing your head back. Your wet fingers easily glide over the bundle of nerves, and you pull back the hood to give Yuushi a good view.

Yuushi hums in appreciation. “There we go. Your clit looks so swollen. Why don’t you pay more attention to it?” he says, petting your thigh in tandem with your strokes. “Yeah, just like that.”

“I’m so close,” you say, shuddering when his cock hits deep inside. Your nails scrape his chest, leaving thin red welts on his skin.

Yuushi groans, hypnotized by the bounce of your hips. “Oh, Sweetheart. I can tell,” he says, gritting his teeth when you slam down on his length. “Are you gonna cum? Gonna milk my cock with that sweet cunt of yours?”

Your eyes nearly roll into the back of your head. That familiar pressure is back, consuming all your thoughts. “Yes,” you pant, bouncing on his cock despite the burn in your thighs. “Every last drop. Wanna feel you fill me up.” And the thought of Yuushi filling you to the brim with his cum nearly makes you combust.

Yuushi laughs, and his cock pulses between your walls. “Fuck, did I rub off on ya? Where’d you learn to talk like that? Riling me up with those sultry eyes, you’re gonna be the death of me.” He squeezes your waist affectionately, and you already know what he wants to say.

You clench tightly around his length. “Ah, I’m gonna cum, Yuushi.” Your legs are close to giving out, and you don’t know how much longer you can keep this up.

“That’s right, Baby. Cum for me,” Yuushi commands, smiling sweetly at you.

“What about you?”

“Don’t worry about me. This is about you.” He bites his lip and moans your name, meeting your gaze. “Besides, I’m not gonna last much longer if ya keep lookin’ at me like that.”

Despite your muscles protesting, you quicken your pace, chasing a high through the pain. Each thrust sends throbs of pleasure that pulsate deep in your core, quickly ramping in intensity.

You clench around Yuushi’s cock, overwhelmed by the heavy pressure. You’re right there on the edge, needing one final push.

Yuushi’s hands are hot against your skin, still resting on your waist. You graze a finger against your clit, imagining it’s Yuushi’s calloused hands teasing you. Small breathy gasps mix with your moans as you rub circles around the swollen bundle of nerves.

Your voice pitches into a whine as you beg. You’re not sure what you’re babbling or even who it’s directed at, but your body tenses up as your orgasm hits you. With your stuttering hips, you lift yourself, only to fall back down and collapse onto Yuushi's chest with a thud.

Yuushi wraps his arms around you, whispering praises in your ear as he rubs your back, trailing down to squeeze your ass.

Little aftershocks send tremors throughout your shaking form, with even the slightest movement as you ride out your high.

It wasn’t mind-blowing, but it still felt good. Your blood buzzes as gentle waves of pleasure roll through you, making your toes curl. You grind your hips lazily, whimpering as the sensation borders on oversensitive. There’s a hunger that hasn’t been satisfied, and you bite your lip as greedy thoughts take over.

“Was it good?” Yuushi asks, fingers trailing up and down your spine.

You hum, head resting in the crook of his neck. “Mhmm.” He feels warm underneath you; so safe. You trace the marks you left behind on his skin and sigh contentedly. You lift your chin and stare at Yuushi, memorizing the lines and contours of his face.

Yuushi chuckles and pets your hair, sliding his hand down to caress your cheek. “Yeah, you sure showed me.” You feel him throb inside you, and a pit of dread forms in your stomach. “But I bet I can make ya cum harder than that,” he says.

You hiss when he moves his hips, and your clit grinds against his pubic mound. “Yuushi, please. I’m too sensitive,” you say. Every nerve in your body is still frazzled from your recent orgasm, and even the lightest touch is amplified a thousandfold.

“One more, that’s all I ask. Can you do that for me, Baby?” Yuushi looks at you with a hopeful glint in his eyes. His hand massages the nape of your neck, and his cock throbs again, earning a low groan from you. Yuushi searches your face. “If you really don’t want to, then I’ll help you clean up, and we can cuddle in bed,” he offers.

The remnants of your last orgasm still have you on a high, and there’s a tingling in your lower abdomen that nudges you to have another. Plus, Yuushi is still completely hard inside you, filling you pleasantly. You’re already feeling so good, why not feel even better? With a warm face, you lean into Yuushi’s ear and whisper, “…I want more.”

Yuushi raises his eyebrows at your bashful admission. “Are you sure you can handle it?” he asks, waiting for your response. You try to nod nonchalantly, but the curve of your lips betrays your eagerness. Yuushi mirrors your expression. “Yeah? Just tell me if it becomes too much and we’ll stop.”

He flips you over into the missionary position, and his cock slips out from the movement. A noise of discontent rises from your throat. You already miss the feeling of being full.

Yuushi grabs one of your hands, bringing it up to his lips to kiss your wrist. He intertwines your fingers together and traps them against the mattress. He rubs the tip of his cock through your wet folds, nudging your clit teasingly. Your face scrunches up, earning a laugh from Yuushi, and he thrusts his entire length into you.

He kisses you, mumbling about how cute you are. Yuushi holds your other hand in the same fashion, now pinning both of them to the bed next to your head. He resumes thrusting, aiming perfectly for your sweet spots every single time.

Your legs lock around his waist, back arching to get closer to him. When you moan his name, Yuushi’s thrusts become particularly harsh. His cock drills deeper than usual, and your vision goes hazy, stinging at the corners. It feels like he’s pounding the pleasure into your body.

“Look at how eager you are, matching my thrusts,” Yuushi says. He squeezes your hands, holding them tight as he drowns you in lust. The wet slap of skin against skin echoes throughout the room, and Yuushi dips his head between your breasts, biting and marking them. Reminders of tonight that will leave your underwear damp when you think about them the next day. “So tell me, did it feel this good when you came without my help?” Yuushi leans in, almost daring you with his eyes. “I’ll know if you’re lyin',” he says.

You scoff. Yuushi's desire to be the only one capable of pleasing you is almost endearing. Sometimes you’re tempted to say otherwise to see how he reacts. “Of course. Is your dick a lie detector?” you tease, biting back a smile at his expression. His nostrils flare, accompanying the creases between his brows and the sudden flame that ignites in his irises. A thrill runs along your spine, and you unconsciously clench tighter around his cock. Deciding that you’ve pushed his buttons enough for today, you decide to be upfront with your feelings. “No. Nothing ever feels as good as you.”

Yuushi’s rigid muscles relax, and the wrinkles on his face smooth. A flash of teeth, and the low growl of Yuushi’s voice tugs at the hot coil in your abdomen. “Don’t you ever forget it. I won’t let you. I’ll reach deep inside and make sure your pretty cunt never forgets the shape of my cock,” he grunts, thrusting his hips flush against yours.

You don’t think you could ever forget this feeling, the warmth and fullness, even if you wanted to. A mind-numbing sensation that imprints its memory into every cell of your body. “Oh fuck. I’m gonna cum. Can I please cum, Yuushi? I want it so bad,” you whine, gritting your teeth when his cock presses hard against the spongy area on your walls.

“How can I say no when you ask so nicely?” Yuushi grins and locks your wrists together above your head, and your skin nearly bursts into flames at the slow drag of his fingertips down your stomach. “Show me how good I make you feel. I want to see your face as you come undone. Can you be good and look at me while you cum?”

You nod. The eye contact only heightens your arousal, knowing he’s watching as you come undone. His obsession isn’t limited only to you; he likes to observe all of K’s reactions, too. He seems to find pleasure in watching yours.

His fingers ghost around the area surrounding your clit, leaving a trail of sparks that crackle underneath your skin and send jolts of electricity straight to your core. Yuushi watches your face carefully, holding your gaze captive with his dark eyes. “That’s right. I want you to take a good look and remember who it is that makes you feel this way,” he says.

His toned body cages you against the bed, but oddly enough, you don’t feel trapped. There’s an unspoken trust between you two. Some of Yuushi’s hair clings to his forehead, but unfortunately, you can’t brush it out of the way. It does nothing to obscure the affection evident in his eyes, a look that instigates the comforting warmth which wraps itself around your ribcage and squeezes tight. You’re in this position because you can’t imagine any other man touching you like this.

The smile you beam at him is unmuddled by any mistruths, just pure, unadulterated love for this man before you. “You, Yuushi. Nobody else,” you say, his name rolling sweetly off your tongue.

A harsh thrust rips a moan from your throat, and Yuushi stays there, buried balls-deep inside you. He’s burning hot, throbbing as intensely as the energy pulsating in your gut.

Yuushi’s grip on your wrists tightens for a fraction of a second. “There better not be anybody else,” he says, lips twisting into a frown. “Where are my manners? You’re about to cum aren’t you?” He licks the pointer and middle finger of his free hand, massaging your swollen clit with them.

You nod, tears forming in the corners of your eyes.

He leans down to kiss your forehead, migrating to your cheeks, nose, and mouth. Yuushi pushes his tongue between your lips, swallowing your whines. His stubble prickles your skin, and you’re melting underneath his touch, bending to his will.

Every single nerve crackles like a live wire, and you’re one shock away from going up in flames.

Yuushi strokes your clit just the way you like it. A smug smirk pulls at his lips. “Do you think you would feel my cock better if I did this?” He releases your wrists and instead uses his hand to press on your pubic mound, massaging the area in an up and down motion.

The movement causes you to buck your hips, writhing beneath his large frame. All of a sudden, he’s stimulating an area that he wasn’t before, and it makes your toes curl. Your body is trembling, nearly overloaded by the multiple sensations.

“Go on, Sweetheart. Look me in the eyes and cum all over my cock,” Yuushi grunts, thrusting into you relentlessly.

And like a smoking pile of dry kindling, you’re consumed all at once by an eruption of heat that sizzles through your veins as your pleasure reaches a peak.

Yuushi groans and follows soon after, panting with one last thrust before his hips still and his cock twitches wildly inside you. He grunts and pulls out, tossing another condom into the trash. Yuushi bends down to kiss your sweaty forehead. “You did so good for me. Let’s get cleaned up, hm? How does a warm bath sound?”

You smile and run your fingers through his damp hair. “Only if we get to cuddle in the tub.”

“Are you sure you want to bathe together?” Yuushi chuckles and kisses your marked skin. “Don’t whine and complain about how sensitive you are later.”

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Water sloshes around you, spilling over the edge of the tub and spreading in a puddle on the tiled floor. But you don’t care about the mess. Not when Yuushi’s fingers are pumping deep inside you.

Your lower back burns against his throbbing erection. It’s warm and thick as his cock rests against your skin, twitching every time your hips buck against his thrusts.

Yuushi snickers, teasing your nipples with his other hand. “Gotta get deep in there and make sure you’re clean,” he says, curling his fingers and pressing into your G-spot. “I think I found an especially dirty place.” Yuushi nibbles on your ear playfully and swears under his breath when you begin rocking your hips.

You trap his cock between his lower abdomen and the plump flesh of your ass. Your hands reach for the sides of the tub, fingers squeaking against the acrylic material. Using the newly added leverage, you ride his hand, gasping as your clit grinds into the heel of his palm. You don’t forget about Yuushi either, rubbing yourself against his hard length, and his quiet grunts spur you on. It’s not fair if you’re the only one being loud.

The warm water and steam do nothing to quench the fire overtaking your body, leaving you dizzy and panting for air. You blink through the foggy atmosphere, turning your head to capture Yuushi’s lips in a kiss. His knuckles rub along the side of your neck, and a shiver runs down your back.

As if sensing your anticipation, his thick fingers wrap around your throat, squeezing gently and trapping the muggy air in your lungs. He chuckles when you clench around his hand, and he reaches deeper to stroke every inch of you.

“Feeling woozy yet, Angel? Can’t think with all the blood rushing away from your head?” Yuushi teases, pistoning his fingers at a rapid pace that leaves you a pliable mess against his chest.

The restricted oxygen intake heightens your senses, and you can feel every drag and stroke Yuushi administers. His fingertips rub along your slick walls and cause you to squirm in his lap. He grunts, and you still, feeling the searing heat pulsate against your lower back.

You press against Yuushi, lifting your hips and whining at the loss of his fingers. The head of his cock runs along the length of your folds, kissing your swollen clit before you slide down and trap his cock between your thighs. A hum buzzes in your throat at the pleasant warmth pressing against your core.

“What are you—“ Before he can finish his sentence, Yuushi throws his head back, hips thrusting upwards to meet your touch. You laugh and continue massaging the tip of his cock with your fingers, smearing the overflowing pre-cum across the slit and rubbing your thumb against the frenulum. Yuushi hisses and grabs onto your waist with both hands.

A rush of air enters your lungs, and your chest heaves with greedy gulps. Your neck feels cold now, a layer of frost where his touch lingers. Yuushi grips bruisingly into your skin. Breathy little whimpers catch in the back of his throat at the slow rock of your hips.

You like seeing this needy side of him. It reminds you that he isn’t as infallible as he pretends to be when giving commands or dealing out punishments. But it also reminds you how soft he is after everything is said and done. He trusts you enough to leave himself at your mercy, to take care of him just as he did for you.

There’s just something incredibly sexy about that. Yuushi’s a stubborn man, though. He won’t say outright what he wants, and so you’ve become attuned to reading all the signs. The way he bites his lips at the last second to stifle a moan. His fingertips sink deep into your hips, but still give you the freedom to move at your own pace. The familiar burn of his flushed skin when he buries his face into the crook of your neck.

You draw out a long moan as you slide along his shaft, glancing down as your thighs devour the entire length and leave only the tip peeking out.

“Fuuuuckkk. You’re killing me here,” Yuushi groans from above your shoulder. You turn your head, bumping your nose into Yuushi’s cheek. A smile tugs at your lips. He’s completely focused on your lap. You kiss along his jawline, scraping your nails against his stubble. Your hips rock slowly, releasing his cock before swallowing it back up again.

Yuushi reaches around to cup your breasts, and his fingers pinch and twist your nipples until your hips become sloppy. Every sharp sting from his touch sends another rush of arousal to coat your thighs. It gets to the point where Yushi glides his cock through your folds with ease. The rigid heat rubs against your core, reaching all the way to your clit and plucks at the knot forming in your stomach.

“Yuushi,” you whimper, struggling to inhale enough oxygen. Your back arches, your body greedy for more of his touch. He shushes in response and sucks on the side of your neck, scraping his teeth over your skin. One of his hands dips, and he uses it to press his cock flush against your clit. The sudden increase of friction has your toes curling as you writhe in his embrace.

“If you keep makin' such a lewd face while saying my name, I can’t promise to be gentle anymore,” Yuushi says, lifting his hips to meet your thrusts.

You laugh and kiss his chin. “I wouldn’t mind,” you say. There’s a brief moment where his fingers twitch against your waist, and the control in his expression slips.

Yuushi captures your lips in a heated kiss, one that leaves you panting and makes you painfully aware he’s not inside you when you clench around nothing. It stirs your desire to be filled, and you squeeze your thighs closer together.

“No,” he grunts, moaning when the next thrust requires more effort to push through. “It’ll be difficult for you to recover in the morning. Besides, you already learned your lesson.” Yuushi suddenly picks you up, water dripping from the two of you. He steps out of the tub and carefully sets you on the floor. “Get on your knees,” he commands.

“Yes, sir.” You sink to the ground, coming face to face with his twitching cock. His scent overwhelms your senses, and the cold tiles against your skin remind you where you are. Leaning forward, you’re about to wrap a hand around his shaft when he firmly squeezes your shoulder.

“Turn around,” he says.

You follow his orders and turn, nearly jumping out of your skin when he grabs your arms and folds them behind your back. With one hand, he wraps his hold around where your wrists cross, and he gently pushes you forward until your chest is flush against the wet tiles.

“Yuushi?” you call out to him over your shoulder, unable to completely see him. Something hot and firm brushes against your entrance, and suddenly, you forget how to breathe.

The air in your lungs grows stagnant, burning you from the inside as you wait with bated breath. Yuushi pushes your legs together and groans as he sinks his cock between your plush thighs.

The first few thrusts are slow, tantalizing. They work to fuel the ache in your core and coat his length in your arousal. Yuushi’s lips sear into your back, trailing along your spine in a way that leaves you trembling for more. “You said you don’t mind if I’m a little rough?” Yuushi whispers into your ear, his voice deep and raspy. His chest presses against your back, pushing you into the floor. You nod your head, shuddering when his chuckle short-circuits your brain. “Sorry, Angel, but you were good, and good brats get rewarded, not punished.”

His weight leaves your body, but you’re still restrained. Before you can voice your opinion, he thrusts harshly, and the friction nearly has your eyes rolling into the back of your head. Not only is his cock rubbing against your clit, but the tiled flooring chafes against your stiff nipples. It doesn’t help that the wet squelches ring in your ears, constantly reminding you how turned on this situation makes you feel.

Yuushi works at a steady pace, and a cloud of fog blankets your mind. All you can focus on is the growing heat between your legs and the pleasant tingles that trigger every time your chest comes in contact with the ground. There’s a distant concern over whether your nipples will be sore in the morning, but it’s quickly squashed when Yuushi delivers a sharp spank to your ass.

“You like that?” Yuushi grins and rubs your bottom before spanking you again. “Can you hear how you get wetter with every hit?”

“More,” you gasp, curling your toes as the pain fizzles into pleasure.

Yuushi stops, and all the building pressure and heat in your lower abdomen deflates like a balloon that’s been released before a knot could be tied. The corners of your eyes sting, and your jaw clenches tight. You try to buck out of his grasp, but he takes advantage of his weight and your compromising position.

“More what?” he spits out the ‘t’ and imprints his hand on your ass. The sudden force causes you to recoil, and you choke on the saliva welling in your mouth.

“More, please,” you sputter, “Sir.” Sweat coats your skin in the humid bathroom, and you’re starting to feel lightheaded. You can hear Yuushi’s pants, and it triggers the desire to hear him fall apart. You writhe underneath him, desperate to feel that friction again. “I want to feel your thick cock rubbing against me.”

Yuushi groans and resumes thrusting. “What a good fuckin' brat, being so honest with me.” Every time he buries himself in your thighs, the resounding slaps echo and bounce off the walls. It’s almost as if he is pounding deep inside of you. “Are you gonna cum for me? Cum all over my cock?” His hips rock faster, and he uses his grip on your arms as leverage. “I won’t stop, even if you beg me to.” The tip of his member drags across your clit, prodding the swollen bundle of nerves.

You’re pulled to your feet, and Yuushi releases your wrists, pressing you against the wall. Your hands fly up, palms slapping against the wooden panels for support. A familiar warmth encompasses your throat, and Yuushi’s other hand rests on top of one of yours. He puffs hot air into your ear, chuckling at your breathy moans. His fingers flex, intertwining with yours.

He moans your name, slotting his cock back between your thighs. “You'd better hold on, Angel. I’m not done with you yet,” says the man who’s been edging you the entire time. Yuushi kisses your neck and resumes his thrusts.

You wheeze in a breath, nails scraping the wooden walls as Yuushi’s cock slides with ease. After all the constant stops, the pressure quickly builds in your stomach, forming a tight knot. He feels so hot against your skin, and your lips rub along his entire length. It’s hard to think about anything other than orgasming. You’re so close, teetering on that edge.

Yuushi squeezes your throat, thumb stroking your pulse. The restricted flow of oxygen increases your sensitivity. Suddenly, you become hyperaware of how good it feels when your clit catches on the head of his cock. The sensation sends jolts of electricity straight to your core.

“Are you close?” Yuushi asks. You nod as much as you’re able to. “What’re you waiting for? My permission? Because you have it,” he slams his hips into you, groaning your name, “so cum for me. Hard.”

Yuushi starts thrusting faster, and the onslaught of stimulation kicks your senses into overdrive. The taut string in your abdomen snaps, and your climax ricochets throughout your body, sapping all your strength and replacing it with pure pleasure.

True to his word, Yuushi doesn’t stop. You claw at the wall and his hands, trying to escape from his grip. The corners of your eyes sting with burning tears. “Yuushi,” you gasp, blinking to clear your vision. “It’s too much.” You whimper and clench tightly around nothing still. The aftershocks of your orgasm haven’t subsided yet, and Yuushi’s relentless ministrations border on painful.

“I know you have another one in ya. You always do,” Yuushi says, squeezing your throat gently before releasing it again. You shake your head, and hot tracks run down your cheeks. “Yes, you do. Be good and cum again for me.”

“I want to do it together,” you say, trying to hold back your next orgasm. You’re still riding the high from the last one, making it far too easy to trigger the next. Yuushi knows this. He knows all the right places to touch and what to say to rile you up.

“Together?” Yuushi groans, stuttering his hips. You can’t tell if the throb you just felt was from him or yourself. “Who said you could be so cute, huh?” He relentlessly pounds between your thighs, aiming to stroke your clit with each thrust. “But that’s one of the reasons I love you.”

Your synapses are frazzled, but you’re able to register his words. “I love you too—“ your sentence cuts off with a shriek, and your orgasm hits you harder than the semi truck in Yuushi’s accident.

Instead of dissipating, the intense pressure in your lower abdomen bursts, and a rush of liquid leaves your body in a small stream. You have to lean against the wall for support, spasming as shudders wrack your frame.

Yuushi moans your name, burying his face into your shoulder as his hips buck. Thick, warm ropes of his release splatter on the wall. Some of it coats your thighs and mixes in with your arousal.

“Did you just?” Yuushi laughs and wraps both arms around your waist before you can slump to the ground. He peppers kisses on your back, murmuring praises. He readjusts your position to turn you around and have you lean on his chest instead.

Your head feels like it’s full of lead, but you manage to lift it to meet his gaze. Yuushi cups your face in his hand, thumb stroking your cheek. He leans in for a kiss, and you can feel him smile against your lips.

Yuushi giggles, and he pulls away, covering his mouth with the back of his hand. He coughs and looks away, squeezing your waist tight with his other arm. “Heh, sorry. I can’t help it,” he says. A grin lights up his face, and he rests his forehead against yours. “Cute.”

You lean into him, rubbing your noses together in an Eskimo kiss. “Thank you,” you whisper.

Yuushi hugs you tight, and the air is squeezed out of your lungs. He picks you up and does a little spin, your legs locking around his waist. His laughter stirs a fuzzy warmth in your chest, and you can’t help but join in. Time stops momentarily as you gaze into each other’s eyes. The dark circles underneath his eyes are still prominent, but they’re slowly getting lighter.

“Can I kiss you?” Yuushi’s breath fans against your face, and his gaze flickers to your lips.

“You don’t have to—“

“No, but I felt like it,” Yuushi shrugs. His mouth grazes yours, and you feel them tingle with static. “So? Can I?”

You cup his face in your hands, staring down at him. He always calls you cute, but Yuushi can be quite adorable at times himself. Your thumbs pull at the corners of his lips. “If I say no?” you ask, knowing very well you would never refuse.

Yuushi turns his head and nips at your fingertips, flicking his tongue over the smooth pads. His grin widens at your small shriek. “That’s your loss, not mine,” he says. He chuckles at your slightly puffed cheeks. “Are you pouting, Angel?”

You squish his face together in an attempt to cleanse the bitterness from your mouth. “I’m not,” you protest.

Yuushi hums, barely able to pronounce his words correctly. “And I’m not dying to kiss you.” He bends over, and your reflexes kick in, arms flailing to secure themselves around his neck. His hair tickles your face, and his breath feels hot against your skin. “But we both know we’re lying, so why don’t you just give in, Sweetheart?” He wets his lips, dropping his gaze. “Let me taste you again.”

You suck in a breath, inching closer till your mouths graze.

Yuushi’s eyes are pools of dark chocolate, tugging you into the abyss to consume your everything. He smirks and pulls a hairs breadth away, enjoying the pout on your face as you chase him.

Whether the sudden onset of dizziness is from the rush of blood to your head or the intoxicating scent of Yuushi’s shampoo, you dig your fingers into the hairs at the nape of his neck.

Teeth clash as you swallow his gurgle of surprise. You fight gravity as you press into him, moaning at the light tingles that elicit when your nipples brush against his chest. You sink your teeth into his bottom lip, giving a playful tug before you let go.

The adrenaline returns to your body when you feel him harden against your stomach. Your vision blurs for a second as the world rotates to the correct orientation, and Yuushi cradles the back of your neck, massaging his fingers in soothing motions. The slight nausea eases; the kisses Yuushi marks your throat with help.

You tilt your head back, your pleased hum buzzing against his lips.

“You’re so cute when you try to take control,” Yuushi murmurs against your skin, sucking gently on your pulse point. “Let’s get you cleaned up and in bed, yeah?”

You nod, head stuffed with cotton. The walls and floors morph into something unrecognizable, and you cling tighter to the comforting warmth that embraces you.

A smooth voice caresses your ears, and something prickly tickles your cheek. “Don’t worry, Angel. I’ll take good care of ya.” Yuushi kisses your temple, and you giggle, still high off the dopamine. His arm squeezes your waist, hand stroking your hair. He mumbles to himself, but you can’t make any of it out.

Yuushi carries you to the stool by the shower head, and he turns you around to sit on his lap. He adjusts the temperature before washing your body. His touch is gentle, almost reverent. As his hands glide along your skin, sometimes he’ll plant a kiss. On the back of your neck, along your shoulders, on the pulse point behind your ear.

You lean into his chest, melting into him. Yuushi’s hands reach around to cup your breasts, gently pinching your nipples between his thumb and forefinger. Your back buzzes after you let out a whine, and Yuushi nibbles your ear affectionately, whispering low apologies.

He lets go and massages your tender peaks, murmuring praises into the nape of your neck that send a rush of warmth throughout your body.

“I know,” his hands skirt down your stomach, “I’m sorry.” Yuushi cleans up between your thighs, rinsing the stickiness off of them. You shudder as the water sprays the rest of your skin. “Just a little longer, Angel,” he speaks softly.

You sigh, blinking at the fuzzy lights in the ceiling, grounded by the random song Yuushi hums under his breath. He works quickly, showing off his intimate knowledge of every curve of your figure.

A creak bounces off the walls, and the water drips to a stop. The air trapped in the bathroom is still warm, but you’re thankful nonetheless for the soft towel that wraps around your shoulders.

The world shifts again, and Yuushi’s arms support your back and legs, carrying you to the bedroom. With the door opening comes the rush of cool air, and you suck in a breath, seeking Yuushi’s heat.

His beard grazes your temple, and his arms squeeze you tighter.

Yuushi sets you on the bed, patting you dry with the towel before drying himself. He grabs your favourite pair of pyjamas and helps you dress.

Still shivering, you seek refuge underneath the blankets, curling up in the fetal position as you wait for the sheets to match your body temperature. You peek to see Yuushi pulling a baggy sweater over his head, giving you one last glimpse of his toned muscles before they disappear behind the fabric. Your eyes remain fixed on his figure even as he puts on a pair of boxers.

“Are you gonna keep oglin’ me?” Yuushi glances over his shoulder at you, the corners of his eyes crinkling.

“Maybe,” you grin lazily, the pillow smushing the side of your face. You lift the blanket with your arm, enduring the rush of cool air. “Come here so I can ogle you up close.”

The mattress dips as Yuushi crawls beside you, and he still faintly smells of your body wash. The lingering scent of his aftershave clings to the collar of his sweater. You can feel his breath fan your face, and he reaches over to brush some hair out of your eyes.

“Pretty,” he murmurs to himself.

Despite your best efforts, your cheeks begin to ache. “I thought I was supposed to do the ogling,” you whisper, feeling a need to keep quiet in the cozy atmosphere that’s developed around you.

Yuushi coils his arms around your waist, pressing you flush against his body. “Who said only you could?” He nudges your lips with his. “Tell me.” You close the gap, slowly melding your mouths together. “Don’t.” Kiss. “Try to.” Kiss. “Weasel your— hey!” Yuushi chuckles, turning his face away when you won’t give up your assault. He sighs at your pout and cradles your face in his hands, smothering you with heated kisses. His tongue slips into your mouth, sliding against yours in slow, teasing strokes.

“You’re turned on,” you mumble against his lips, feeling something hard prod against your stomach.

“I’m always horny,” Yuushi laughs, peppering your jawline and throat with kisses. He rubs his cheek into your neck until your body trembles and the entire room echoes with your giggles. He plants one last, loud smooch on your forehead. You pretend to wipe the spot with disgust, but Yuushi catches your wrists and kisses your pulse. “Now sleep,” he says, pulling the blankets to cover you completely.

You smile, blinking the weariness from your eyes, and ask, “But what about you?”

“Don’t worry about me, Angel. You know I can take care of myself,” Yuushi whispers, stroking your head.

A low hum buzzes in your throat, caught between a grunt and a sigh. You blindly reach until you have a firm grasp on Yuushi's shaft. Yuushi sucks in a breath when you squeeze, and he hisses through his teeth.

“I’ll take care of you.”

Yuushi gently grabs your wrist and removes your hand. “Thank you, Sweetheart, but that’s enough for tonight. You were so good for me. You need to sleep now.”

“Hmm, but what if I don’t want to?” You slip underneath the blanket, disappearing into a large lump atop Yuushi. Nuzzling your face against the prominent tent in his boxers, you inhale the heady scent of his musk mixed with your body wash. A curse muffles through, and light shines into your surroundings as the fabric lifts from your head. Yuushi’s face, illuminated by the soft lamplight, looks at you with a half-lidded gaze.

“Sometimes I wonder if you’re more of a demon that’s come to tempt me and steal my soul,” Yuushi murmurs, watching your every move. His eyes never leave your face, and his teeth sink into his bottom lip.

You smile and kiss his clothed erection. “Would it be so bad to give me your soul for all of damnation?” You guide the hard length out of the opening at the front, running your tongue along the base of his shaft to the tip.

Yuushi’s hips jerk, and he grips the blanket tighter. “It’s yours if you want it,” he rasps.

Your laughter shakes the covers, and you knead his inner thighs with your palms. “You can be incredibly precious at times.” His balls rest in your hands, and you gently massage them, observing the flex it elicits from his muscles. “I can’t help but want to gobble you up,” you say, opening your jaw wide and sliding his cock down your throat.

Yuushi hisses, trapping a whine behind his teeth when your nose brushes against his pubic mound. “It’s criminal how good you are at giving head,” he moans. Your garbled words around his cock form a stream of spittle down your chin that makes the filthiest noise when he hits the back of your throat. “This is embarrassing, but I don’t think I’ll last long—and yes, I can see the smug grin on your face.” He casts the blanket away, letting it slip to your shoulders. His large, calloused hands rest on the crown of your head, stroking your hair. Yuushi screws his eyes shut as he thrusts into your mouth, holding you in place. Your name leaves his lips in a long, drawn-out whimper, and warm ropes of cum spurt against your tongue, dripping down your throat.

You swallow it all, gently adding suction to draw out the last drops. Yuushi’s hands drop from your head, and his cock leaves your lips with a pop. Your tongue darts out to lick the remnants of his climax. “Thank you for the late-night snack,” you tease, kissing the flushed tip. Yuushi twitches from the contact, muttering a swear under his breath. You crawl up to his chest, bringing the blanket with you, and lie on top of him. His softening member is still warm and throbs faintly against your stomach.

“C’mere, you.” Yuushi tilts your face and captures your lips into a heated kiss. His tongue darts inside your mouth, tasting himself on you. He pulls away, dark hair clinging to his damp skin, and you can feel the heat emanating from him. “You are gonna be the death of me.”

“Sounds like a pretty good way to go,” you say, unable to stop yourself from lowering your voice. You rest your chin atop his chest, staring into his warm eyes. There’s a stutter in your chest when you notice his pupils dilating when he looks at you. “Big spoon or little?”

Yuushi chuckles. “Big,” he answers, rolling you onto your side as he wraps his arms around your waist. “At least this way I can keep your hands out of trouble.”

You press into him, grinding against his crotch. “Not my hands you should be worried about.”

Yuushi groans and holds your hips still. “Sleep,” he commands, biting your ear playfully.

“Yes, Sir,” you say. The warmth on your hips travels up, sliding underneath your shirt and cupping your breasts. “Should I be worried about your hands?”

“I’m just holdin' them for you. Makin' sure they don’t feel cold,” Yuushi says with a lilt in his tone.

You chuckle and rest your hands over his. “Night, Yuushi.”

A kiss on the back of your head. “Goodnight, Angel.”

Sleep comes easily, darkness consuming your consciousness the moment you close your eyes. The next time you open them, you hear the faint sizzle of a frying pan. Yuushi’s arms are still wrapped tight around you. It doesn’t take you long to swap places with a pillow. You brush back Yuushi’s hair and kiss his head, tottering towards the mouth-watering scent.

You lean against the doorframe and find K humming to herself in front of the stove. A frilly white apron ties in a pretty bow around her waist. She waves her spatula around, flipping the omelet and transferring it to a plate soon after.

Your quiet footsteps pad along the wooden floorboards, and you hug K from behind. “Good morning.”

K looks over her shoulder and smiles. She leans into your touch, tickling your face with her silky hair. Her eyes widen at the various marks decorating your neck and collarbone, undoubtedly trailing to more hidden underneath your clothing. Her fingertips graze one of the spots. “Ah.”

“It doesn’t hurt anymore,” you say, snapping your jaw at her finger.

K pulls her hand away and pouts, but you placate her with soft touches and a kiss to her shoulder. Her head turns in the direction of the bedroom.

You rub the crust from your eyes. “He’s still sleeping.”

K nods and pours more egg mixture into the pan. She waits until it’s half-cooked before adding rice and folding the sides of the omelet, flipping it onto a second plate.

“I knew something smelled good.” Yuushi stumbles into the room, hair mussed from the pillow. His sweater hangs from his shoulders, and his sweatpants sag dangerously beneath his hips. He places a quick kiss on your head and K’s, grabbing the plates and setting them on the table.

You grab the bottle of ketchup from the fridge and two forks, taking your seat at the small dining table. The basket K took with her on the trip sits at the centre, filled with various drawings and knick-knacks. “Did you have a good trip?” you ask.

K beams and nods, she shows off each item in her basket. A faint blush paints her cheeks when you and Yuushi clap for every object. She leans against the table and points between the two of you, curiosity sparkling in her dark eyes.

Memories of last night resurface. Warmth floods your face. “Us?”

Yuushi chuckles and digs a fork into his omelet. “She wants to know if you’ve learned your lesson.”

“Hmm, I don’t know. My teacher wasn’t very good at his job.” Steam rises from the hole you make, rice spilling from the fluffy yellow. You take a bite and smile at Yuushi, who glares at you from across the table, looking like he’s ready to jump over and lunge at you any second now.

Yuushi’s grip on his fork tightens, and the metal curves under the pressure. “Sometimes we have to be taught multiple times before it sticks.”

K giggles and scoots her chair closer to you, hugging your arm. She leans in close and whispers into your ear, sticking her tongue out at Yuushi, who watches you two with an exasperated fondness.

Maybe next time, K can be in charge of your lesson.

End Note:

This is another one of those fics where it felt like my eyeballs would fall out of my head from trying to edit and proofread. So if you notice a typo or any mistake, please tell me!!

Did you know that Grammarly has a character limit for their documents? I didn't either! I had to copy and paste this one in chunks to work around that limitation.

I still have an old ask about a fic where the reader is also a Yokai, and while it's really interesting, I won't be writing that in the near future unless someone commissions me to.

I'll do my best to write drabbles and headcanons for practice, but my focus will be on building a Patreon and fulfilling the commissions I receive.

I know I don't post often enough, but I do check Tumblr often! So if you want to yap in my inbox about literally anything, please do so!

I'll see you guys at my next hyperfixation! (。・∀・)ノ

Reblogs are appreciated!

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