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the other guy:

Y/N: I still loved when he was btw-

oh my fucking god

it's not like you were a particularly quiet person... no, yuuta's heard you, going on and on with kugisaki about some celeb reality show or debating icecream flavours with panda.

or even with him, you've never been shy about peppering him with kisses or telling him you love him, amongst several other recountings from your day. so, no he doesn't think that's it either, if anything you talk to him most of all.

so why was it that when he got his head between your pretty thighs that you suddenly seemed to loose all chatter?

he'd brought it up to toge before (a terrible idea), the cursed speech user had just teased him about rendering you shut before immediately switching up and miming throwing up at the thought. yuta'd rushed out with flaming cheeks and a sigh... no help.

you're sitting with him on the couch right now, watching their show (well you'd been watching it alone, but yuta weaseled into your space.. watching it together enough times that he marked it up as 'our show' in his mind)

it starts innocently enough— his arm untangling from where it's wrapped around your waist, to sneak up under your tshirt, you stiffen briefly but dont comment when it stops at your ribcage. just gently stroking the cotton band of your bra, occasional fiddling with the small bow at the centre (cute little thing...)

eventually you relax back into him, sensing that it's going nowhere you continue watching, occasionally pausing to rant to him about the characters and what you'd have done in their place. he responds. soft "mhm."s or an "is that so?" every now and then, but he's not listening. not really.

his free hand snakes down, inconspicuous. just as slow... stopping to rest at your lower stomach, justtt breaching the hem of your pj shorts... and then stopping. he's only tracing circles. on your bare hip. but whatever. you can't fault him for this. he's being good, ...so far.

when you notice his hand again it's wedged between your inner thighs.

when did he—??

still you don't say anything. you don't really have to, yuta thinks, hiding a smile against your shoulder. he can already tell by the way your thighs have tensed up, trapping his hand there— stopping him from going further? or maybe preventing him from pulling back... probably the first, he'll choose to take it as the second :)

or the way your voluble chatter has faded out to near silence, eyes still pretending to be focusing on the screen but you're not watching are you? tense with anticipation with each soft bite to your shoulder.

"hm. so that's how you wanna do it, angel?" he murmurs, deliberately breathing down your neck, nipping at your ear lobe just to see your shoulders hunch. no reply. alright then— he wants to see how long you can continue acting unaffected.

tugging your panties to the side and gliding one finger right up your folds— you're soaking. he huffs a breathless laugh, "so needy... even when you try to lie about it" and your cheeks flame but you keep your gaze stubbornly trained on the tv.

your bra comes next. he doesn't bother unhooking it, tugging down both cups to free your tits. squeezing the flesh into his palm with your nipple captured between his index and middle finger, you don't miss the way he grins against your neck.

what? oh—the sweetness registers before the action does. shit. you bit down on your lower lip. blinking once, you swallowed dryly, a weak cover up, yuta's even less fooled.

and then a finger— his long agile fingers, calloused from swordplay— the very same callous catches against your clit, the friction so delicious, your hips buck into it before you can even think to stop it. not that you're thinking much at all by now.

and still. not a sound? yuta tuts softly, now that won't do, will it? so he adds another finger.

poking and prodding at your entrance, circling the rim only to laugh when it twitches around nothing. he dips it in just far enough that your hole sucks him in itself, tugging back at just the last moment to watch how your walls clinged to him.

the smallest of whimper escapes you, this was so humiliating. and yuta presses a kiss against your shoulder, "see? not so hard, was it angel?" finally slipping inside fully in reward.

you thought he'd drag it out, tease you with light touches and slow pumps, but— ah...mhmph! you barely have time to retort and he's adding in a second finger, curling into you soooo goodd, pressing against your g-spot, borderline abusing the gummy point as he holds you trapped against him. solid. you can try but you're not wiggling very far, pretty girl :)

you look so sweet, don't you? clutching at his forearm (hooked around the front of your shoulders to hold you back against his chest) and trying to hide your face in the blankets or against him. fluttering helplessly like you can't quite settle on one.

yuuta just smiles, stopping his bullying in favor of scissoring you soft and slow... only to add in a third. oh well. you shouldn't have been so trusting, everyone has ulterior motives, even your beloved boyfriend. you whine out for the first time since the movie—or was it a show? who knows?—started.

he hugs you close, giddy, smile clear like he's watching the fishes at an aquarium and not his girlfriend, trembling and flushed in his hold. the faux innocent smile only makes your face burn hotter at how sharply it contrasts the mess he's made between your legs.

you sigh moving to get up and find a clean towel— but you don't get much far before he's tugging you back down. caging you back in, under him this time as he presses down hot and heavy against your back. absolutely no way to squirm away from him now... any attempts at getting up only sends you back onto his erection pressing against your ass. he bites back a groan at the thought, he likes the sound of that, loves it alright.

"wha— yuu—", you're cut off by his bicep, firm and flexing against your cheek as silences you in a light headlock. your breath hitches, cheeks warming at the compromising position, since when did your gentle bf manhandle you??

said boyfriend is too busy contently kissing down your spine, "mn... not now angel, say it when I'm inside this pretty pussy, 'mkay?"

"wanna hear it in your voice... say my name this time, baby, need to hear you moan it out. gonna stretch it allll breathy and syrupy, aren't you sweetheart?"

he only chuckles breathlessly when you whine in embarrassment, biting the back of your neck possessively, "shh... you wouldn't mind doing the honors of introducing me to our new neighbours f'me would ya?"

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