Jo

♡ — tags/warnings: gn + no pronouns, lots of fluff

♡ — a/n: i've been wanting to write about my favourite boy for so long! <3

♡ — masterlist

— Yuuta adores when you play with his hair. Comb it, push it all back, part it in the middle, change the part to the side, he doesn't really care. His eyes are closed while you mess around with him, completely entranced and filled to the brim with pure bliss. He loves the tingles he gets when you run your fingers across his scalp-- he just loves being touched by you. And honestly, that was the main reason he decided to grow out his hair. The more he had, the more you could play with it.

— He's very good at calming other people down, especially if it comes to you. Whenever you get into a fight and he sees you start to get agitated, he takes your hands in his. His grasp is firm yet tender as his only purpose is to ground you. He asks you to look at him because every time you do all your anger and anxiousness considerably dwells down. Once your breathing is more even, you're able to explain to him what has made you so angry and Yuuta listens, never once dreaming of letting go of your hands. Both of you share your feelings and frustrations and soon it's easier to see what can each of you do to fix the problem. When you eventually pull him into a hug and he buries his face into your neck, you are reminded how much you love each other, and how much effort you're willing to make this relationship work.

— Yuuta has trouble sleeping. He always had, ever since he was a child. He's tried everything: from medication to herbal teas, but nothing seems to help. However, whenever you wake up in the middle of the night and notice he's still up, you offer to watch something together. Neither of you knows why but having your head on his chest while half-listening to a true-crime documentary always lulls him into sleep. If by any chance he's not feeling up to it, you'll still stay up, telling him about your day and any silly little story you may have. Yuuta rests his head on your chest and puts his arms around you, your voice softly guiding him into slumber as well.

— There's something really intimate in the way he says your name. It's a whisper in the mornings, throat still dry and fluttering eyelashes as if he's recognizing you before saying good morning. It's a sigh after any of you have had a long day and you're tightly enveloped in a hug, finding comfort in each other's warmth. It's a plea, a muttered prayer as he comes undone, his whole body shaking as pleasure overrides is senses. Never before has your name felt so good coming from anyone's lips, and it makes you feel as if he has given it a completely different meaning.

— No matter the season, Yuuta usually has very dry lips. That's why, ever since you gave him a clear chapstick, he carries it around and uses it every chance he gets. Thanks to this, his lips are incredibly soft and have a faint strawberry taste. You always hum when you taste it on your tongue, making Yuuta irrevocably blush every single time.

— Yuuta's love language is Quality Time. On one side, he wants to make sure you know he's always there in case you need him. On the other, he just really loves spending time with you. Even if you're not doing anything special, he enjoys sharing the same space, being able to look at you and softly smile before going back to whatever he's doing. He likes that you don't need anything planned to enjoy a day, because as long as you're together, you already have everything you need.

— One small habit he has that you find adorable is that he keeps trinkets of your dates together. He has the movie tickets from your very first date, the spare chopsticks from the take out order you shared the first night you stayed over and the photos you got from a photo booth during your first year anniversary. He keeps them all in a small box and whenever you're not around, he enjoys going through them and revisiting fond memories.

— Yuuta loves wearing your clothes. He especially likes your hoodies and sweatpants because he can fit in them easily. He's also worn one of your oversized t-shirts to go to the grocery store, which made you smile like a fool during the entire day. And if he comes home late and finds you sleeping on the couch in one of his sweatshirts? He's done. He's about to fall to one knee and propose right this instant. However, he chooses to gently wake you up and help you to the bed so you're more comfortable.

— Talking about clothes, he still gets very very VERY flustered when you walk around your shared apartment in little clothing. Sometimes you sleep with only one of his t-shirts and some panties and he can't help but squirm in his seat as he watches you walk to the kitchen. And when you come out of the shower with a tiny towel around your body? He's about to combust. Doesn't matter how many times he's seen you naked already, it always catches him off guard and paints his cheeks a deep rose.

a/n:here’s another repost! this remains my longest fic to date so i’d say that it’s probably tied with breaking point for being my favourite piece of mine! i had such a good time writing this so i hope you all have a good time reading it

cw!!daddy kink, breeding/creampie, unprotected sex with a stranger, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, dacryphilia (kinda), kenny has a massive fucking cock

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

“you’re staring,” you state bluntly to the stranger next to you, eyes still trained on the ice cubes floating around in your startlingly blue cocktail.

he laughs, deep and scratchy. “my sincerest apologies, little lady. it’s just that i don’t have the pleasure of often bein’ in the company of cute things such as yourself.”

you hum, hoping he doesn’t notice how you’re struggling to keep your face neutral at the mature sound of his voice. “bet you say that to all the girls.”

“only the pretty ones,” he replies easily and, though you can’t see it, you can tell that he’s smirking.

there’s really no way to counter that other than rolling your eyes, so that’s what you do before you take a sip of your drink.