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Well, unfortunately for you, Caleb has never felt the need to kiss, so how would he know how kissing worked? Or at least, he didn't want to kiss anyone that wasn't you. Which was definitely not in his cards.

Until now, the opportunity handed to him on a silver platter.

"You want to practice with me?" Caleb inches his face closer to yours, one brow raised. You blink rapidly, flushed down to your neck.

"It's... it's not that I want to do it with you, specifically..." It's not a very convincing argument, but it sends a pang of hurt to his chest nonetheless. "It's just that I haven't- I don't have anyone else to ask-" Good, because Caleb would've probably killed him. "You know what? Forget about it. It's weird."

You try to get up from the couch and leave, but Caleb wraps a strong hand around your wrist, pulling you back. Perhaps he tugged a little too strongly to his direction, because you end up straddling his lap, hands holding onto his shoulders to balance yourself.

"What's weird?" Caleb smiles, putting on his most convincing expression of 'kissing your sibling is totally normal'. "I don't mind."

Your eyebrows scrunch together in confusion and disbelief. "You... don't?"

"It's just practice. Why? You think I can't do it?" He pulls you closer by the waist, looking up into your eyes, strands of your hair brushing his cheek. "It's definitely better than letting my baby sister make out with some other loser."

You're gnawing on your lip again, and Caleb can't help but stare at the pink tongue that darts out to wet your dry lip.

"Well?" Caleb cocks his head to the side. "We don't have much time until Gran gets home."

Your grip on his shoulder tightens, cheeks an endearing shade of pink. "...Let's go to your room."

Caleb has the patience of a saint.

He chants it in his mind over and over to convince himself, because he's quickly realizing it isn't true. He'd kept his paws to himself for the better part of the time you've been in his room, even when you sat on his lap instead of beside him on the bed and stared at him expectantly.

The thing is, Caleb knows next to nothing about kissing because he's never tried it himself. But he doesn't let it show. He cups your cheek carefully, tells you to close your eyes, and hopes he's doing a good job of pretending like he knows what he's doing.

From then on, it's instinct.

Slotting your lips together at the right angle. Trying to not lose his breath as he kisses his dearest sister. Biting on your bottom lip gently to urge you to open your mouth for him, and preening when you obediently do.

Caleb doesn't really know how much tongue one should use. But he's probably doing too much.

At first, he's just testing the waters. Licking at the seam of your lips. Teasing the sensitive roof of your mouth. Gives your tongue a shy nudge.

Ten minutes later, he's sucking on it. Hands roaming your body. Eyes glazed over with sheer delight when you don't push him away, instead tangling your fingers in his hair to pull him even closer. He sucks on your tongue like it's candy, and you make noises he's never heard before, "ah, hn, gege..." straight out of a wet dream. He breaks away for a second, just for a breather, but you pull him back in and he nearly moans when you shyly give kitten licks to his tongue, soft and wet and fucking adorable.

Fuck, I'm hard, he thinks to himself, wishing you don't notice, but there's no way you don't feel his bulge pressing against you, rubbing against your thigh.

He wants to move his hips. Hump his cock against your panties beneath your skirt. Better yet, strip all the clothing altogether. Fuck you hard like in the wet dreams that plague him at night. Filthy fantasies of your pussy wrapped around his cock, wet with your juices and his cum. His fingers rubbing your engorged clit to see you cry out his name, drenching his hand with your slick. Cunt stretched to fit all of his thick girth, his base messy with frothy cum.

His hips move, just a little bit. He rolls his hips upward, directly pressing on your pussy. You squeak into his mouth, fingers curling tighter to his hair, but you don't stop him. You can feel him smile as his hands are placed on either side of your waist, moving you to rock back against him.

"C'mon, you move too..." he murmurs before he's sealing your lips again, the slide of his tongue against yours addicting. You clumsily raise your hips, rubbing at the tent in his pants, and the filthy groan he lets out goes straight to your core.

"D-do you do this when you kiss other girls?" You gasp as his lips move to your neck, sucking a visible mark beneath your ear. He makes a vague, unanswering hum, and you end up forgetting you even asked soon enough.

The friction makes you feel hotter than ever, burning at the nerves in your brain. You feel yourself getting dumbed down into a state where all you can think about is more, I need more of him, drowning in your most base desires.

The pace gets more frantic. Your clothed cunt rubs against his pants, all the while Caleb refuses to separate your pressed lips. At this point, you're not sure what you're doing qualifies as kissing, just panting against each other's mouths, tongues rubbing obscenely.

"Mm... ah... stick out your tongue more, meimei..."

"Ahn, yeah, okay... mmph..."

You're almost reaching... something you can't quite name, but it's hot, and it's near. You grind against your big brother more desperately, pursuing that high, and you swear you'll die if Caleb stops—

The front door opens. Gran's keys clatter on the living room table.

Caleb pulls away, and you very nearly whine in disappointment.

But Caleb's hair is in charming disarray, eyes clouded over with lust, lips swollen and shiny with your spit. It's a sight you want to burn into your eyes forever, distracting you enough to forget for a moment how you've been basically blue-balled.

"Fuck," he utters, voice raspy and ruined. His grip on your waist loosens. "We should— we should probably stop here."

"Yes," you respond breathlessly, even though you want to do the exact opposite. Clearing your throat, you slowly pry yourself off from him, legs feeling like jelly.

A wave of mortification washes over you when you find a wet spot on Caleb's pants, right where you rubbed against him. Right where he's pitching a tent he can't possibly hide, somehow even larger than it felt.

You don't acknowledge it. Pretend it doesn't exist. Neither does he, covering it up with the hem of his large sweater. You rush to the door, patting down your messy hair and your even messier clothes, wrinkled and probably soaked with more than just sweat.

But before you leave, you whisper almost too quietly, "...Tomorrow."

Caleb understands immediately. Gives a crooked smile. "Tomorrow."

"Tomorrow" is similar as the first time. The only difference is you're in the dining room, sitting on the table with Caleb between your spread legs, still humping against each other as you desperately lock lips.

You don't make plans after that, but the next day, you find yourself knocking on his door late at night, unable to sleep. He doesn't have to ask why you're there, simply pulls you into his bed as he kisses down your neck, clothed cock rubbing against your pajama shorts.

It takes a week of shy touches and heavy makeouts before Caleb's hands find the courage to leave your waist, trailing up beneath your shirt. You shiver at the sensation of his warm, large hand sliding over your skin, fingers dipping into the slope of your back. "Anyone kissed you here before?" he whispers to your ear, fiddling with the hook of your bra. Stunned speechless, you shake your head no, and it's all he needs to hear to push up your shirt.

Caleb doesn't hide his awe. He stares intently at your chest, at the cute, lacy bra topped off with a tiny bow. It's different from the time he accidentally saw your underwear hanging to dry and you rushed to scurry them off in embarrassment — this time, you're clad in it, showing it off even, despite your burning cheeks.

He takes a sharp breath, hands roaming around your body almost in worship. Pushes up the bra to reveal your tits in full glory, nipples perky and tempting him to lick. He fondles the supple skin, teases at the peaks, and something dark curls in his eyes when he hears you let out a "Haah, wait, Caleb, that's...!"

Slowly, he presses light kisses on the valley of your breasts, licking at the expanse of soft skin. When he wraps his lips around a nipple, his hand prods at the other one, keeping eye contact while he sucks.

His touch feels like fire, your core burning hotter than ever. The sight of your big brother playing with your tits should not excite you this much, but you can feel yourself dripping, soaking your underwear into ruin. You don't dare tear your eyes away even as shame makes you want to hide — it'd be such a waste to miss even a moment of this, to see Caleb lick at your nipples, suck red marks anywhere his lips roam.

"You smell so good..." He presses his nose between your breasts, breathing in the scent of your sweat and the body soap you share. "So pretty..." His tongue trails a line downwards, eyes fixed to your gaze.

You bite down on your bottom lip, struggling to keep yourself quiet. His brow furrows, stopping for a moment to press down on your lip with his thumb. "Don't do that. You'll hurt yourself."

"The neighbors will hear," you murmur, considering the thin walls. Caleb thinks for a moment, and then he grins.

He takes the edge of your shirt, lifting it to your mouth. "Bite on this?"

Your cheeks fill with heat, but you open your mouth in assent.

The humiliation almost makes it hotter. The shirt muffles your moans, but you're also exposing yourself to Caleb, letting your brother suck on your tits as much as he wants. Swirling his tongue around the perky buds, lapping up his own spit that drips down. Squeezing your other breast and flicking the tit with his finger.

"Hey, meimei..." he mumbles while he sucks. He takes one of your hands, places it over the bulge in his pants. "What do you think of kissing gege over here too?"

Moments later, you're on your knees while Caleb stands in front of you, suckling on his tip as he fucks his cock between your tits. "Fuck..." He can't stop himself, lightheaded and on the verge of a nosebleed as he looks down on you, pushing your breasts together and licking his leaking precum. "My baby sister is sucking my cock... you look so good with your mouth full, meimei..."

You couldn't fit most of it in your mouth, not with the sheer size of it. Caleb's cock was so stupidly huge, you could barely wrap your hand around it fully. It was long and thick, and you felt dizzy at the thought of putting it inside you. Your pussy clenched, feeling more empty than ever, and you couldn't help but sneak a hand underneath your shorts to rub your clit, so wet from arousal.

"Haah, that's it, keep going..." Without noticing it himself, Caleb's thrusts have gotten rougher, his tip scraping the back of your throat. "Gege's cumming soon... take all of my cum, hm?"

Your rubbing grows more frantic as he reaches closer to orgasm, admiring his pleasured expression. Caleb runs a hand through his hair, hips still moving to fuck his dick in your mouth, muscled torso shiny with sweat. "Ugh, fuck, your tongue... yeah, that spot feels so good, pips... gege loves it when you suck me like that."

I want his cock in me I want his cock in me chants in your head, fingers still rubbing your clit. You've always masturbated to your older brother, imagined his hot body over yours, but it's different when he's using you for his own release. Having him fuck his huge dick to your throat while you're touching yourself, watching him in the throes of pleasure.

"Ah, shit, here it comes, fuck— show me your tongue, meimei—"

Caleb pulls you away from his dick by your hair, and you'd be disappointed if not for the sight of him jerking off his own cock, fist hitting over his heavy balls, until he shoots his thick load, spraying cum all over your face, your stuck out tongue, and your tits.

You cum on your fingers as he groans deeply, still stripping his cock as he releases, and it takes a while for him to finish cumming. "Fuck... that felt so good..."

Caleb looks down at you, places a thumb on your cum-stained tongue, and swirls it around. "Swallow it."

You obey, gulping down his thick load. His eyes shine with satisfaction, patting your head like he usually does to praise you. "Good girl."

He helps you to your feet, pushing you back to bed. His large hands roam around your body again, running along your curves, massaging his cum on your tits. Then he leans down to lick it off, not once breaking eye contact.

"Don't worry about the mess. Gege's going to clean you up now, okay?"

Your little "kissing practice" becomes so much more. Eventually, you're sneaking around every opportunity you get — when Gran is out, or when it's late at night, or when you're about to shower and Caleb gets the bright idea to sneak in the bathroom to pin you against the wall and slide his cock between your legs. Look, my cock and your pussy are kissing.

It doesn't take a genius you've gone far, far beyond just kissing. So it doesn't surprise you anymore when on one of your "practice sessions" in your bedroom, his fingers brush on your inner thigh. "Let me kiss you here, too."

It's not surprising, but you still feel a bit shy lifting up your skirt and spreading your legs when Caleb tells you to. He looks far too pleased with himself when he finds you're absolutely wet, pure white panties almost see-through. He rubs your clothed clit with his thumb, chuckling when you unconsciously move your hips to grind against his finger.

But Caleb doesn't have the patience to tease. He slips off your underwear and marvels at the strings of arousal clinging to your soaked panties. "Naughty girl..." He clicks his tongue, gripping your thighs to spread them apart. "So wet for her big brother."

Your pretty pussy is flushed pink, dripping onto the sheets. He can see it clench around nothing in anticipation, waiting for his cock to fill it up with cum.

Caleb can't stop himself anymore. He inhales deeply into your bare cunt, groans a curse to himself, then begins to dig in.

His first lick is a broad stripe on your clit, thick tongue swiping on the sensitive nub. You jolt at the unfamiliar sensation, curling your fingers into his hair. "Ah, wait, Caleb- ohh, ahh, no...!"

"So fucking sweet," he moans at the taste, licking relentlessly now. "Fuck, I should've done this sooner."

He laps at your slit, drinking up the pussy juice that won't stop leaking. He smothers his face in it, nose rubbing on your clit and chin dripping with your slick, hands holding down your trembling legs to the mattress. He's squeezed between your thighs, and he looks like he's on heaven, utterly delighted at the moans he's pulling from you.

"Nn, mm, ahh, gege! Oh, your tongue-!" You're unable to string together a full sentence, mind a constant loop of so good fuck fuck gege's licking my pussy so good.

Caleb slurps noisily, an embarrassing noise you'll worry about later, but for now, your fried brain can only think it's so hot, you're so wet, gege please lick me more I love it right there please please.

Caleb sucks your clit like he's making out with it, rolling his tongue in circles and lapping up anything he can catch, thoroughly pussy drunk and intoxicated. He's grinding mindlessly into the mattress until he can't take it anymore, freeing his cock from his sweatpants and jerking off at the taste of your pussy.

"You're so fucking good for me, meimei," Caleb groans loudly, fucking his tongue into your hole as his dick pulsates in his hand, spurting more precum. You thrash around, riding his face and making a mess of him. "Fuck yes, just use me. Gege's just a toy to make you feel good."

And it really is as if you're treating him like a toy for your pleasure, burying his face to your pussy, uncaring if he can't breathe. Carelessly bucking up your hips to get his tongue deeper, licking the spot you want him to reach. Rubbing your swollen clit on his nose.

You've fantasized about this, of your big brother holding you down on your bed and making you cum on his tongue. Not stopping until you've squirted all over him, his fingers still fucking your pussy even when you feel overstimulated. You want it. You want it so bad.

"Caleb, more, please, I'm gonna cum!" you wail, legs trembling, bracing for the orgasm you know will ruin you.

"Go on," Caleb says, and you can feel the words form on his lips against your cunt, the vibrations driving you closer to the brink, "Cum on your big brother's face."

Your eyes roll back, liquid spraying out from your pussy and onto Caleb's mouth. "Fuck yes, keep squirting on me, pips." It keeps coming out like a leaking faucet and Caleb sits up, putting his cock on your pussy and letting the squirt drench him, using it as lube as he rubs his cock.

"Shit, you're so wet," he says in awe, staring as you keep spraying the clear liquid. He taps your clit with his tip, laughing when it makes you gush one last time. "So sensitive, too."

"Gege... ah..." you weakly utter when Caleb keeps rubbing his cock on your pussy, covering himself in your cum. The obscene squelch only gets him harder.

His cock is throbbing, so hard that it hurts. He wants to put it in. Fuck his precious little sister's pussy that's right in front of him. Take her virginity and fill her up with his hot cum. Fuck her against every surface on this house, on your bed, in the bathtub, on the floor, at the sofa you both always watched TV on growing up.

"Just the tip," he pants, just sane enough to make a compromise, prodding at your hole with the leaking head. "I want to put it inside you, meimei."

"Ah..." You stare at the cock between your legs, so huge compared to your tight pussy. We can't isn’t something you can say when you've already crossed the line several times over. And you can't seem to take your eyes away from his dick, thick in girth and long, curving prettily in a way you know will hit that spot inside you.

"Please..." He leans down to whisper in your ear, hand pressing down on your stomach, measuring just how deep it'll reach. "Gege's been wanting this for so long."

There's no way that'll fit, the more reasonable voice inside your head cries out. I want all of him inside me, the whore in you says otherwise. "G... gege's cock is too big..." You don't mean it to sound so provocative, saying it as statement of fact, but he twitches against your skin, and you hope it's only in your imagination when you think Oh god, did he just get bigger...?!

"Then gege will be careful." Caleb strokes your pussy with his fingers, enjoying watching you tremble at the lightest touch. "I'll make sure it won't hurt."

And so, Caleb begins his quest to loosen your virgin pussy. A quest he seems to particularly enjoy, boredom never flicking across his features as he adds more fingers to your tight cunt. Marvels at the overflowing wetness slicking his hand, prodding everywhere in search of your g-spot. Holds down your thighs when he finds it, not allowing you to escape from the pleasure.

"Do you like this, pips? Do you like it when your big brother fingerfucks you?"

He sounds utterly sinful, words slightly muffled by the tit in his mouth, fucking in three thick fingers in your cunt, a thumb rolling on your poor, puffy clit.

"I like it so much." He makes another hickey on your chest. "I like the feeling of my sister's tight, virgin pussy squeezing around me."

Inevitably, his filthy words make you cum hard, splattering a mess on his arm.

"Cumming again?" Caleb hums as you gush around him for the nth time, fingers still moving, making your pussy squelch. "You really like this, huh?"

You groan weakly as he peppers your face with kisses, pussy twitching from the overstimulation. "Hnn... too much, Caleb... I can't..."

Caleb tuts, sucking another mark on your collarbone. "You can."

"Gegeee," you whine, holding onto his back. You feel like you've cum enough times to last a lifetime, the sheets beneath you soaked through and through.

"Please?" He nuzzles against your neck, affectionate and loving. "Just the tip. I want to feel you inside."

You glance at this monster-sized cock. And then at the puppy dog eyes that don't match it at all, sparkling innocently like he didn't just say the filthiest talk known to man.

"You don't want to try it?" He slides his heavy cock between your legs, letting you feel every vein. "I'll make it feel good. Better than my tongue."

He takes his dick in his hand, dips the head inside your pussy, just a small stretch. A fresh wave of slick wets it, spurting clear drops of arousal. When you don't push him away, just wrapping your arms around him and waiting with bated breath, he carefully pushes deeper.

It's thicker than you imagined it'd feel. Even thicker than his fingers. An overwhelming pressure that takes your breath away, your mouth forming an 'o', and you're almost annoyed when he stops sliding in.

He really just put the tip.

"Fuuuuck," he swears, using all his restraint not to slide everything in one go, a bead of sweat from his chin dropping on your chest. "Your pussy's so warm, meimei..."

"Haah, Caleb..." The thickness is nothing you've ever felt before, nothing his fingers could prep you enough for. Caleb's so big everywhere, from his height, his broad shoulders, his toned arms, his hands on your waist, and even with how massive he feels with just the tip, you can see the length of him that hasn't gone inside between your legs.

He moves slowly, fucking his tip in and out in a pace that leaves you wanting and hungry. "Mm, shit..."

He grips you tightly, gaze fixed on the way you clench around him, pretty pussy welcoming his cock. You wrap around him so deliciously, your cute twitchy clit just sitting above his cock. "God, you're so tight, my cock probably won't fit all the way."

It's a hypothetical thought. Because he really does mean to just put in the tip.

But you keep sucking him in, cunt warm and wet and hot and so good around him. Without meaning to, his cock slides further than he means to every other thrust, reaching deeper and deeper to your core, the plap plap noises of your skin slapping together echoing in your room.

When his cock is halfway in, Caleb is on the verge of cumming. "Ah, ah, wait, shit, sorry," he's panting out, apologies spilling from his lips, but his hips never stop moving. "Fuck, you just feel so good, I can't stop."

Your nails are digging scratches on his muscled back, mind turned into mush. The only thing you can think about is how big he is, how much deeper he could go if he went all the way. How much better it would feel if you could feel his cock in its entirety.

"Ge," you mindlessly whine. "Gege, please..." Are you begging him to stop? Or to fuck you hard and fast without restraint? You don't even know anymore. But your body answers for you.

You lock your legs around him, pulling him closer.

His cock slides in all the way to the hilt.

"Oh, fuck!"

Without warning, he spills inside you, load after load of cum filling up your pussy. He's cumming hard, groaning brokenly into your neck, his orgasm so mind-shattering he can't do anything other than pump his milk deep in your cunt, hot neverending pulses of semen flowing to your womb.

"Ah, shit, I'm sorry, I can't stop cumming, fuck...!"

It's not just that he can't stop cumming. He's still as hard as he was before.

It isn't long before he hoists your legs on his shoulders, looking absolutely pussy drunk. He rams his entire cock into you with rough, deep thrusts, fucking his cum deeper into your womb, some of it overflowing from your hole and coating the base of his cock in white. "I came inside my little sister's pussy," he babbles mindlessly, his groans pornographic. "My cum... deep inside your cunt... fuck..."

"Ge, your cock is so big," you moan like a slut, uncaring if the neighbors hear the debauchedy in your house at this point. "Fuck me more, please, I want more of your cum!"

"Ah, meimei, you're being so loud." Caleb brings his hand to your pussy, tormenting your clit again, making your legs kick out. "Everyone will know your big brother is fucking you so good. Getting his little sister pregnant while no one else is home."

"Yes, yes, please, I love it when my big brother cums inside me!"

"Yeah? You wanna be gege's cumdump?" He pants, flicking your clit, groping your breasts, nailing your g-spot in every thrust — everything he knows to make you moan louder, scream his name. "Go ahead. Milk your big brother's cock dry."

Time passes in a blur. It just so happens that you'll be alone at home for the next few days, your Gran going out to visit a friend from the countryside. Caleb takes this as his opportunity to fuck you without fear of getting caught.

Caleb fucks you in all sorts of positions, in different places — doggy style in the kitchen, making a mess on the floor; "Haah, meimei, how do we face Gran after this? You've squirted all over the table we use to eat together."

Reverse cowgirl on the living room couch, the show playing on the TV completely forgotten; "Ah, pips, didn't you say you liked this actor? Something about how good-looking he is. So why aren't you paying attention? Come on, hng, haah... don't just fuck yourself on gege's cock. Focus on the movie."

Laid out on your bed, 69 in your room; "Fuck, you're dripping all over me, baby... Yeah, suck on my cock, just like that. Your mouth feels fucking amazing."

And now, in his bedroom, Caleb leans back, letting his precious baby sister ride him first thing in the morning, awoken by the feeling of your wet pussy enveloping his cock. He enjoys seeing you fuck him yourself, desperate for release, tits moving as you bounce on his dick, flicking your own nipples and rubbing your clit to give him a show.

"That kissing practice," Caleb starts, unable to help himself and lazily circles your swollen clit with his finger, making you cry out, "that was just a ploy for me to train you, wasnt it? Training you to be your big brother's slut."

"Ah, ah, yes, hn, I wanted... wanted to be gege's slut!" You move your hips with more fervor now, and Caleb knows too well that's a sign you're close.

He pushes you to your back, slamming into your pussy with intense thrusts. Makes you squirt on his cock, spraying all over his abs. Smiles at the sight of your fucked-out face, tongue lolling out, eyes rolled back. "That's right. You've become my slut. All mine."

And then he thrusts again, and again, and again. Because he's raised a devil who can't be satisfied with normal sex anymore.

Everyone knows Yuta Okkotsu has a very demanding schedule.

He wakes up in the morning constantly thinking about what he needs to do for the day.

And oh, is his calendar full. It’s more of a mental checklist than not, but it’s still just as important. With the way he carries himself though, no one would ever think this guy had so many things on his to-do list everyday.

For some reason he always had a smile on his face whenever he went somewhere. Many of his friends would wonder what job he had that was so demanding, yet kept him so happy all the time.

They’d ask, but he’d laugh it off, strolling off to make a call. His friends could only look and feel sorry for the poor guy, this was the third call this week.

Rest assured, Yuta’s making business calls alright. You had a nail appointment that he scheduled.

A few days before, you’d mentioned that you wanted to try a new set. So naturally, Yuta was pulling out his phone before you even finished your sentence.

Why would he not pay for them? It’s something you want, so Yuta will make sure you get it. Especially when those freshly manicured hands would be wrapped around him at all hours of the day.

It was so annoying.

You’d been irritated all morning, your outfit just wasn’t coming together the way you’d wanted it to.

It was frustrating you to no end, and of course Yuta kept reassuring you that you looked amazing, but you still felt like you looked out of place.

“I promise you look amazing–” “I’m not wearing this out.”

He just shook his head, “Baby..”

You glared at him, looking in the mirror once again. “No.”

So now, even though your plans were going to be delayed for a bit, he stayed and helped you fix what you were wearing.

“Can you pass me the mascara?” You mumbled, holding out a hand for him. He twisted off the top and handed you the wand. This was a routine at this point, you’d passed jokes once about how it felt like you were a surgeon or something.

It was that serious too, because who was he if he wasn’t going to sit and let his girl get pretty? 

So when his friends stumbled upon you two coming out of a store in the outlet mall, they were surprised. You absentmindedly handed Yuta another bag on top of the other three he had in his hands, while you pointed at a jewelry store a few buildings down.

You were walking in front, with him trailing behind you like while you were on a mission.

The way you always lead the way whenever you’re walking somewhere has him so weak it needs to be studied.

And you know what? He didn’t even look like he had a care in the world. They don’t think they’ve ever seen him so content with literally anything. 

Everybody knows that Yuta is whipped, he just can’t help it.

It was a Saturday morning, and once again, you were pissed.

Why? Honestly you didn’t know the answer yourself, but safe to say everything in your vicinity set you off. 

First, you forgot to grab a clean towel from the laundry, so you had to call for Yuta to bring you one to the shower. Second, you forgot to buy new lotion, so you unfortunately had to take an unplanned trip to the store to pick some up.

The world must’ve really been against you today, you'd thought. Every little thing was making you even more irritated.

And poor Yuta was getting the brunt of all that irritation. Not that you were yelling. But you were moping around giving him the silent treatment all morning.

So by noon you were completely over it.

“Stop saying that.”

Yuta was standing in front of you, eyebrows raised with a tilted head. “Asking if you’re hungry?”

Was he serious? Because now you were even more pissed.

Rolling your eyes, you scoffed and got off the couch, going to your bedroom.

His gaze followed your frame all the way until it disappeared, just humming to himself.

Surprisingly, Yuta, through all this, was calm as ever.

While you were off having your fit, he did your laundry, swept the floor, and made fresh breakfast for the both of you.

He brought it to you on a tray, setting it in front of you. You mumbled out a brief, thank you, even while you still had your brows furrowed on the bed.

Most guys wouldn’t be able to deal with the way you were acting.

Thankfully though, you weren’t with just any guy.

A little attitude? Nothing he couldn’t handle later.

“𝒴𝑜𝓊 𝒸𝒶𝓃 𝓂𝒶𝓀𝑒 𝓂𝑒 𝒶𝒸𝓉 𝓇𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉!”

And so, after a few hours, you were in a much better mood! 

So while many may feel like Yuta must be so overwhelmed, he isn’t worried at all. He’s certain he can take care of that temper of yours.

Since you were in a much better mood, Yuta decided to take you out to walk around the city.

Your eyes lit up when you saw the sunset over the bridge. It was beautiful.

There were so many different hues of colors that cascaded in the sky, pairing perfectly with the outfit you’d worn out.

You were amazed by the view, it was truly like nothing you’d ever seen in person. there was no way you were missing this opportunity. “Yuu, take my picture!” You shoved your stuff into his hand and turned back around towards where you came from.

He chuckles, your drink and phone in hand as he watches you run off to the railing. Yuta pulls up his phone to take the pictures, and he really couldn’t be any happier.

After a few you skipped back over to him, gently grabbing him by the collar and leading him over to get in the shots too.

You moved his arms in every direction for specific angles that you thought would highlight the view.

And to all the passersby glancing between him, the photographer, and you, the girlfriend, as you directed every shot, please don’t save him. He loves it over there.

@texas-bitch-yee

AN: comments are appreciated ♡

Ace: You wipe their face. "Just wanted to clean my seat." Ace blinks. "Yuh seat? What seat?" Genuinely confused. You give them a LOOK. Takes a moment. Then: "OH." Face goes warm. "Yuh serious right now?" Laughs nervously. "Baby, yuh can't just say things like that—"

Arden: You: "Just cleaning my seat." Arden stares. "What are you talking about? There's no seat here." You wait. "...Oh." Face goes red. "That's— you can't just— that's highly inappropriate." Walks away quickly. "I have patients to see." But doesn't say no.

E: You wipe the face. "Cleaning my seat." E pauses. Processes. Eyes narrow with understanding and interest. "Your seat." Voice drops. "Is that an invitation?" Steps closer. "Because if you're offering..." Possessive. "I accept."

Luz: You: "Just cleaning my seat." Luz grins immediately. "How forward of you! Well, if you're offering such a comfortable seat..." Steps closer with that dangerous smile. "I'd hate to let it go to waste."

E/Luz/MC:

You make the comment. Both stop. Look at each other. Look at you.

E: "Did they just—"

Luz: "Oh they absolutely did."

E: "I'm going first."

Luz: "Like hell you are."

You've created an interesting situation...

Ace/Arden/MC:

You: "Cleaning my seat."

Ace: "What seat?"

Arden: "There's no furniture here."

You sigh. These two.

Eventually Ace gets it: "OH! Yuh mean—"

Arden finally understands too: "...That's inappropriate."