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oh my heart is melting

A VESSEL OF LOVE.

≡ y.okkotsu x reader

↳ If there was one thing about Yuuta Okkotsu that you can pinpoint as his major flaw — a lack that could ever so make him more perfect… what would that be?

tw/cw: fluff. reader called: angel. just yuuta being the goodest boy to ever exist 

✉ notes: this is a re-upload from my old blog (๑•ᴗ•๑) !! even if this is your second time reading, I hope you can still enjoy it again (( :

In the eyes of the world, Yuuta Okkotsu is deemed as a rather dull man. Some may even refer to him as boring, or a tad bit awkward, while many would just unapologetically judge him as weird or maybe even call him different as they described him with a sympathetic smile.

He wasn’t vibrant nor half as enthusiastic as his friends.

Nor was he fiery in his spirit like some of his kohai’s.

He would rather play the supportive role than be the leader.

Opting to stay in for something more relaxing and quiet, rather than going out and exploring the world.

He’s conservative in his actions but was always honest with how he felt.

Yuuta Okkotsu was kind.

If asked, ‘Yuuta what should we get for lunch?’ without thought, without hesitance, and without fault, his first response would be “anything you’re feeling” or “anything you like, how about,” as he proceeded to name your favorite foods with the purest smile on his face, meaning every word and wanting the sole best for you.

Frustrating? Can be.

Lacks effort? Never.

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suguru is a hand holder when either of you are cumming

he's in between your legs, they're hooked over his shoulders and your body is shaking against him as you cum on his tongue—and he notices the way your hand is clenched around the sheets, so he gently loosens your grip and lets your fingers tangle with his instead, rubbing your hand with his thumb as you writhe and whine. he lets one hand pull his hair and the other crush his knuckles, likes the way you hurt him a little as his tongue flicks over your clit, likes the way he can feel how good he makes you feel from the way you grasp his hand

or you're between his legs, on your knees as you look up at him, and he's got those breathy little moans falling erratically from his lips, his hand tangling in his own hair because he doesn't know what to do with himself as he feels himself near his high. and then your hand is soothingly rubbing over his tense thigh, and he doesn't even think, just grabs your hand and squeezes it to ground himself as his falls apart and spills into your mouth with a strangles gasp. he doesn't let go until he's calmed down and caught his breath, until he can pull you up onto his lap for a kiss to your lips and taste himself on you

but both of you like best when he's got his forehead pressed to your shoulder as his body is on top of yours, those sweet praises falling from both of your lips as you tell him he just feels so good, and he murmurs how you take him so well—and you both know it, you both can feel it coming at the same time. your walls flutter around him at the same time as his cock twitches with ropes of cum, and you're cumming together, hands lacing together sweetly, tightly, because you need to feel each other in every way possible, need to know you're there by breaking every physical barrier and just tangling together as if your bodies are meant to connect