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Warnings: Yandere Yuuta! very dark content, blood,explicit scenes and language, depictions of death and remains, reader is over her husband very quickly

Link to pt 1

MINORS DNI 18+ ONLY

a/n: Hi everyone! back again with pool boy! Yuuta (though there isnt much of him being our pool boy in this one hehe) I just had to continue where we left off and it was so so fun! Happy Birthday to me and our love! hope everyone enjoys!

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“I want you,” Yuuta panted against the skin of your shoulder, his hair dripping water rivulets down your chest as the shower head pelted him.

“You have me,” You giggled as his tip prodded against your swollen entrance. Grinding as if you hadn't gone two rounds before getting in the shower.

“No, I want you. All of you. Mind, body, and soul” He peppered kisses up your throat to punctuate his words, nibbling his teeth across your throbbing jugular, “I want to bury myself under your skin so that I can get deeper”. At the last word he gave a sharp thrust up against you, sliding into your welcome entrance as you gasped and held onto the shower wall.

“F-Fuck” you whimpered as he stretched you, filling you up so well it made your brain foggy. Your legs were shaking as he held you tight practically molding his body to yours, hips moving shallowly to keep him fully seated in your slick heat.

“That’s right, want you to feel me, more of me, all of me; never forget that I’m the one who makes you feel like this” He growled, moving one hand down to grasp your thigh and the other to your chest, rolling and tugging the pebbled bud beneath his fingers.

“Yes” You moan, leaning back against his strong body as he fucked into you, your legs growing wobbly from the pleasure, “Y-Yuuta please”.

“Just want you to cum for me, that’s all, wanna feel you one more time” He purred, the hand stimulating your nipple moving down to your clit, rubbing tight circles until he felt you clinching so tight around him. A high-pitched cry of pleasure spilled out as you reached your peak, Yuuta groaning in your ear doing nothing to quell it. He muttered a few curses against the side of your throat before swiftly pulling out, the feeling of him leaving you empty leaving you breathless. You shut the water off and stepped out, handing him a towel as you went over to where your clothes were on the counter.

“I’ve gotta leave for work soon,” Yuuta said, running the towel over his dark hair and down his chest. Your eyes followed the cloth as he dragged it down his cut stomach to the hair at the base. The tips of your ears felt hot as you flashed your eyes back up to him.

‘Don’t get distracted’ You thought to yourself as his statement echoed through your mind.

“Sure you can't stay for just a little bit longer?” You asked, stepping to him and running your hands up his front. No matter how many times you've had him in the last six months it never seemed to be enough. Yuuta seized your hands, turning them in his grip to kiss the inside of your wrists before settling you with a look. A dark and predatory look where the light is barely casting in his eyes.

“Will he be back tonight?”. Your stomach sank but you knew he couldn't lie to him, nodding your head.

Yuuta hated when your husband was home when he couldn't be with you. They had met once in October when you had hired the landscaping company again to close the pool up for the winter and trim the tree in the back near the shed before any weather hit again. The interaction was tense, to say the least, Yuuta on edge and tense in every muscle, teeth pinned together and jaw tight like it was wired shut, though your husband didn't understand why. Yuuta let one hand go from your wrists, the free hand moving up to cup your jaw, his thumb and index finger squishing your cheek a little.

“Are you gonna leave him? Or do I have to take you from him?” He asked, his voice sweet and tender but the look in his eyes was very serious.

“I- I want to but-”

“No, no buts if you want to I'll figure it out” he replied, a soft smile on his lips, “that's all I needed to know”.

“What do you mean?” You ask, wary and not sure if you want to know the answer to that question. He laughed softly, almost derisively.

“Don't worry your pretty little head about it, I said I'll handle it didn't I?”.

You nodded, believing him but still not quite understanding. But you took his hand and led him back to the bedroom.

“Honey? You home?” Your husband's voice called from downstairs. It sends a jolt of adrenaline through you, your eyes widening at Yuuta as he pulls his shirt over his head so casually.

“I'll head out the window again,” He said, kissing your forehead quickly, “see you later”. He yanked the window open and slid his legs through, winking at you before dropping off into the flowerbed below. You made sure you heard the gate latch before shutting the window, heading down to meet your husband despite it turning a sick unwanted knot in your stomach. The perfume on his shirt when you hugged him made it worse.

♡

‘He still there?’ Yuuta texted you later as you were making dinner, chicken baking in the oven as you stirred vegetables in the skillet.

‘Yes’ you texted back a small smile on your face when his contact of “Pool Company” popped up, ‘but he's in the shower’.

‘Open the door’. You glanced over to the backdoor to see him looking in, a grin on his face as he waggled his fingers at you.

“What are you doing here?” You questioned as he moved past you.

“Wanted to see you,” He said simply with a shrug, “That so bad?”

“With him upstairs, it is” You chided, watching as he strolled over to the stove and snatched a piece of mushroom from the skillet, scalding hot but eating it as if it were cold.

“I’m not worried about him,” He replied, turning to you and backing you against the island.

“I’m worried,” You said quietly, squeaking as his hand when under your ass to lift you onto the cold marble of the countertop.

“About what? If he catches us? If he catches me?” He asked, his lips so close he was nearly kissing you, his dark eyes shining like pools in the muted glow of the overtop oven light.

“Yes,” You whispered, wanting to lean in but unable to break your gaze. “I’m worried about what he would do”.

“No baby, be worried about what I would do to him,” Yuuta uttered, an eerie tone to his voice that had goosebumps rising across his skin, “if he threatened you, hurt you”. He leaned in close the next words in barely a whisper. “I’d fucking end him”. His fingers danced across your exposed neck, soft and delicate as he moved to cup your face. “Slit his throat like the pig he is and bury him beneath that pretty cherry tree outside”.

That shouldn’t turn you on, you should be running with your phone in your hand upstairs but you weren’t. Instead, your blood was running hot, your panties growing wet as he leaned you back, grabbing you under your knees to prop your feet up against his shoulders as his hands went under your dress to your panties.

“Y-You would?” you asked, voice only a whimper as he groaned quietly at the wetness under his fingers.

“I told you you were mine. My treasure. My wife,” He growled sinking to his knees, “The moment I saw you in that pretty little bathing suit, I knew that you were meant to be mine and mine only, I’d kill a hundred thousand pricks more worthy than him to be worshipping at your feet”.

You pressed your hand to your mouth as you gasped at the feeling of him latching onto your clit, his tongue sweeping down to taste your wetness. You knew your husband could be down any minute, any second but you couldn’t help but melt into the feeling of Yuuta’s mouth on you, licking and sucking and squeezing your thighs like it would be the last time. Though you knew it wouldn’t be, and he did too, but it didn’t do anything to quell the heat between you. You moved to tangle your fingers in his hair but he pinned it down, one of his hands moving to keep it against your stomach. The pleasure was overwhelming, the hand not pinned failing to keep the high-pitched noises from escaping as he devoured you into a crumbling mess.

“Y-Yuuta I’m-”. A growling groan from his throat was his only reply, knowing just what you meant as your legs tensed around him. The dam broke when he plunged two fingers inside, curling against the soft spot inside of you that nearly had you shrieking, clear fluid spraying out against his lower jaw as he smirked, so pleased with himself for making a terrible mess of you. The sound of the timer ringing for the chicken had you nearly jumping out of your skin, Yuuta rose from the floor and wiped his chin on the back of his hand.

“Dinner done?” Your husband called from the stairs.

“Impeccable timing as ever, asshole” Yuuta muttered, glaring into the darkened living room.

“Uh yeah, yes” You replied, clearing your throat and springing down from the counter, straightening your dress, “I just have to get the plates”.

“Pour me a glass of wine, I’ll be down in a minute”

“Sure honey,” You said in a cheery tone, flipping the burner off for the vegetables and grabbing an oven mitt before turning to Yuuta, “Go out the back”.

“What if I just walk out in front of him, my shirt soaked with you?” He asked, leaning in to capture your lips in a searing kiss. You wanted to melt into him, melled your body with his, and walk out the back gate right now but you moved your hands up to his head to pull him away.

“It wouldn’t be good, you look a mess,” You said amusedly.

“Wouldn’t matter much once I had his blood on me” He replied, his tone deadpan and serious. You knew he was serious. Very serious, murderous intentions swimming in his gaze, but you pushed him towards the door anyway, an almost boyish grin on his face when you slapped his ass.

“Text me?” He asked, his hands against the doorframe preventing you from closing it.

“Of course” You replied pressing one more kiss to his cheek before he turned to disappear into the night shadows and head back to his car parked down the street. You were still looking out the back door, feeling his touch on your skin when your husband cleared his throat in the kitchen doorway.

“Little spill?” He asked, nodding at the clear fluid he thought was water on the floor. You know you must have looked startled, like a deer in headlights but you moved over to grab a few paper towels and clean the floor.

“Yeah just a little water,” You reassured, “Haven’t opened the wine yet, why don’t you pick out a bottle for us?”.

“Sure,” He said, a fleeting questioning gaze in his eyes, “Everything okay? You seem a little flushed”.

“Oh yeah everything is perfect, just a little hot in here is all,” You said, leaning up to kiss his cheek despite it making you want to puke. At least you couldn’t smell that cheap perfume this time.

He was back in the pantry where the wine cooler was when a loud crash came from the backyard, startling you into dropping the glass you were holding.

“What the hell was that?” He called, racing back into the kitchen.

“I don’t know, I dropped my glass but that sound came from the yard,” You said, looking out the large windows into the darkness. He went for the door but you grabbed his arm, pleading with him not to go out there.

“I have to check it out” He insisted. You realized you hadn’t heard the gate close when Yuuta left, a surge of fear gripping you. What if he was still out there and your husband catches him?

He shook you off with an annoyed sound, swinging the door open and heading out with the flashlight on his phone glittering over the recently opened pool. You could see the shed from the door where you were peering, the shattered glass of the little side window shining in the grass.

And the shovel leaned up against the cherry tree like a looming omen.

Your stomach twisted, expecting Yuuta to appear from the shadows and drive an axe into the back of your husband's head. But nothing happened, your husband looking curiously for a moment before shaking his head and returning to the house.

“Probably just some stupid kids in the alley throwing rocks again” He snapped, clearly more irritated than worried, “I’ll patch it up tomorrow before I leave”.

“Okay,” You whispered, gripping your hands together to keep them from shaking.

“Let’s have dinner”. You nodded as you moved back to the oven, taking the chicken off the tray and spooning the veggies onto your plates. Your phone lit up, your ringer down so he wouldn’t notice.

‘Did he see it?’ Yuuta’s message read. You typed back quickly.

‘Yes but he didn’t say anything’

‘That’s fine, he’ll be thinking about it’ dots appeared before another message popped up. ‘Just like I’ll be thinking about you when I’m alone in bed tonight, will you be thinking about me?’

‘Of course I will, I always do’ you replied, a soft blush on your cheeks at the thought of his dick in his hand, sweat on his face as he chased his release to the thoughts of you.

‘Good. I love you babygirl’. Did you look like a fool smiling at your phone like this?

‘I love you too’.

“These vegetables are a little burnt” Your husband complained when you were sat at the table, your hand gripped around your fork. You were white-knuckling it, thinking vivid thoughts about flying over the pristinely set table and driving it deep into his eye. “Still love you though”.

‘Fucking liar, why don’t you go to her house and have her make you fucking dinner’ You thought bitterly, putting on a sweet smile to hide the malice.

“Yeah, love you too”. ‘Asshole’ Yuuta’s darkly muttered word echoed through your head.

♡

The house was always more peaceful when your husband wasn't there. Less tense. Seemed as though the light from the sun would shine brighter through the windows, the spring breeze fresher. You were just starting the next chapter in your book, your music down low on the surround sound when you heard a vague bump from upstairs. You only paid mind for a moment before going back to your other world, trying to just relax for a while. Until you heard it again, and then the sound of your husband's pen cup falling over off his desk onto the floor. While you didn't like the idea of being the naive woman in a horror movie who decides to go investigate a mysterious sound and gets bludgeoned to death, you needed to go at least clean up the mess so he wouldn't think you were snooping through his things while he was gone. You pressed your ear to the door, hearing nothing in the room beyond, and turning the knob. The curtains were open like you remembered after you had vacuumed in here earlier and cleaned the window. But then again, you didn’t remember the window actually being open. Propped all the way where the breeze was coming through. You quickly picked the pen cup off the floor, put them back in, and set it next to his computer where he liked it. That’s when you noticed the papers on his desk.

The divorce papers.

It was obviously something he had typed up himself, grammar and spelling errors abound and had not yet been notarized by his lawyer. Your heart sank even as you felt like fire was boiling in your gut, a red veil of rage taking over you as you tried to breathe. How could he do this to you? All you had ever done was take care of him. Love him. Through all of his dumb shit and failures. A sharp scream was echoing in the room before you realized it was yours, your fists balling the stupid papers up and shredding them into little pieces, making white confetti across the office room floor. You marched over to the window and slammed it shut, not caring if the neighbors had heard the animalistic noise erupting from you. They never paid attention to the neighbor down the street shooting his gun to “keep his mortgage down” so why would this disturb them? You stomped down the stairs and snatched your phone off the coffee table, slapping your book across the room in a fit of rage as you hit Yuuta’s contact. It rang only once before his cheery voice sounded from the other end.

“Hi baby, what’s up?”

“That bastard wants to divorce me” You snapped, biting your tongue to keep the molten hot tears at bay. Yuuta was silent for a moment as you heard him put his truck in park.

“Did he tell you?” He asked.

“No, I found papers he had sloppily typed up probably while he was drunk when I went into his office,” You said, “He hasn’t gone to his lawyer yet but might soon”. He was quiet again, a deep silence though you could hear his breathing.

“What am I going to do?” You asked, your tone pleading as you felt your world beginning to rock and crash around you in pieces.

“Nothing. Don’t say a word to him, go about your normal routine as you would every day and act like you know nothing” He replied, his voice sounding thin as glass, “It’s for the best now”.

‘For the best now’ those words rattled around in your frazzled brain like a marble in a tin can. You took a deep breath.

“Okay,” Your tone wobbled, tears flowing down your cheeks now, “Can you come over? Please?”.

“I can’t baby, not right now,” He replied, sounding as if he was pained just by the sound of your crying, “I’ll be there tonight though”.

“But he-”

“I’ll be there tonight” He insisted, “Now do as I said and go about your day, remember, act normal. Like nothing is wrong even though it is, keep strong for me love and I promise I’ll fix it”.

“What do you mean?”

“Don’t worry about what I mean and listen to what I’m saying. I’ll fix it, you understand? I’ll fix you so you won’t even remember what that fucking bastard looked like and I get to be the one to put a ring on your finger. I love you, darling, so much more than anyone else would be able to”.

“I love you too,” You said, wiping the tears from your cheeks and taking a deep breath to steady your nerves.

“That’s my girl, I’ll see you tonight”. You both hung up at the same time, your hands still shaking. God how badly you wanted to go around and smash everything. Light his shirts on fire with him inside of them and make him eat the broken glass from your picture frames but you didn’t. Calmly lighting a candle and going back upstairs to meticulously gather every piece of the shredded document and flush them, making sure every piece was gone before vacuuming the room again to be sure. You would deal with the potential fallout of him not finding the papers later. Much later. More than likely days later after he’s gotten his rocks off with that whore of his a few times. Doing a little gardening helped take your mind off of this situation. Viciously shredding the weeds from your flowers and imagining it was his vocal cords, the rich black soil on your hands his blood. You giggled as you smeared the dirty mess down both cheeks, resisting the urge to put your fingers to your mouth knowing it wasn’t what your vivid imagination was pushing forth. Normal. Be normal. Taking a shower was normal, watching the dirt run down the drain along with the soap bubbles was normal. Normal was nice. Sometimes.

The one thing you weren’t expecting that night was for the police to be knocking on your door, a sullen look on their faces.

“Ma’am I’m sorry but we have some very unfortunate and probably devastating news involving your husband,” the man in front said, his partner looking down and away, fidgeting with his utility belt.

“What? What’s happened?” You asked, your blood running cold even as you pulled your robe tighter around you.

“Your husband was involved in a motor vehicle accident, he seemed to have lost control on the interstate and collided head-on with a semi-truck I’m sorry but he was found dead at the scene”. You crumbled to your knees, sobs wracking your body as your hands pressed to your face. The policeman’s hand was warm as it rested against your shoulder, a kind gesture to console the grieving widow.

“I’m so sorry for your loss but you’re his next of kin and we need you to identify his remains, we can take you down to the coroner's office if you’d like”.

“No, no that’s alright, I can drive” You insisted, moving away from his hand, “just let me get dressed”.

♡

It was a good fifteen-minute drive across town, the building looking so lonely and dim in the dark of late night, the smell inside steril and chilling. The coroner was a nice man, older with graying hair that was left and kind eyes as he led you into the back, pulling the sheet down to showcase what was left of your husband. His skin was charred black, not recognizable at all with the exposed jaw bone and missing bottom teeth as if he had smashed against the steering wheel as he spun out of control. They had forced his arm back into place despite the obvious signs that it had been broken too. Thankfully the nice man had only pulled it down a small portion, not showing nearly everything as your stomach curled in on itself.

“That-That’s him” You whispered, looking at the gold ring on his left hand, the intricate carvings that you had ordered for him glittering under the buzzing lights, “I’d know that ring anywhere”.

“I’m very sorry, thank you for taking the time to do this,” The man sighed, scrubbing the back of his slowly balding head as if trying to stimulate growth, “We had nothing else to go on except the ID we found”.

“There wasn’t anything in the car besides that?” You questioned, thinking they would have been able to run the plates or something.

“There wasn’t anything left, a total loss, couldn’t even tell what color paint was on it before since the gas tank blew but they found his wallet blown out into the road,” He sighed again, shaking his head, “This will be ruled as an accident I’m sure, just waiting for toxicology reports now to rule anything out”.

“He always liked to drive fast, it scared me so often and I begged him so many times to slow down,” You said, tears beginning to well up again. A good show. Normal.

“Was he abusive?” the man asked, concern on his face even as he looked you up and down in your tight jeans.

“No, nothing like that,” You said quickly, “just reckless”.

He nodded, pulling the sheet back over your husband's remains. He thanked you once again for coming out, bidding you goodnight before cringing at his words and silently walking to the back again. Driving back home was… strange. You didn’t feel the need to cry. To pull into the dive bar for a drink. Just roll your window down to feel air flowing through and ride in silence, radio off and not thinking about turning it on. As you expected, the house was dark when you pulled into the driveway. You were about to hit call on Yuuta’s contact when you opened the door but the sound of ice clinking in the kitchen caught your attention, seeing the overhead oven light on through the doorway. There he was, sipping on a glass of your husband’s fine brandy while leaning against the kitchen counter, white t-shirt tight and dark blue jeans cuffed a little at the bottom.

“There you are love,” He said with a smile, “Welcome home”. You didn’t say anything, just dropping your purse to the floor and going over to him, wrapping your arms around him and nuzzling your face into his throat. He made a soft humming noise in the back of his throat.

“What happened?”

“He's dead,” you said shakily.

“How?”

“Car accident. The idiot drove into a semi-truck” You sighed, squeezing Yuuta tighter.

“How lucky” He replied, a smirk in his tone, “Glad I got the right car”. You pulled away from him slightly, looking up into his face.

“What?”.

“Well, shit there were a lot of fancy black cars a blowhard like him would drive, just glad I got the right one and not someone innocent, you know?” He shrugged, taking another slow sip of the brandy. Your eyes widened, your heart thumping.

“You didn’t” You whispered, your hands lingering on his waist.

“I did. Clipped the brakes while he was getting in his little toy’s car for lunch” He confirmed, one hand going under your chin, his fingers cool against your skin, “I must say she’s not near as pretty as you, definitely a downgrade”. You stepped away from his touch, your brain trying to process everything. He actually did it.

“I- I didn’t know-” You stammered before his airy laugh cut you off.

“Oh but you did though darling, I told you, didn’t I? That I would take care of it” He said, a soft smile on his lips, “I told you that you were mine, and now you are, forever”. He stepped closer to you, his hand moving from your chin down to your waist and holding you tight against him.

“My love, my wife,” His breath was sweet with brandy as he leaned to graze his lips against your jaw, lifting the glass to your mouth, bidding you to take a drink. The liquor was strong, burning your throat with an oaky finish that lifted through your nose, making your eyes water a little.

"Are you scared of me now?" He asked, a concerned look on his face. You shook your head, a soft 'No' on your tongue before he smiled.

"Good, that's good".

Yuuta moved one arm down to just under your ass, lifting you with ease, the brandy glass in the other hand, and began to carry you. Up the stairs into your bedroom, shutting the door with his foot. Muted moonlight spilled through the slit in the closed curtains, casting him in an almost ethereal glow as he set you down on the bed and the glass on your nightstand. A soft flick of a lighter startled you as you watched him light the two candles near your lamp, moving over to the one on the dresser and pressing the flame to the wick there too.

“That’s better,” He said, almost as if just saying it to himself as he stripped off his shirt and turned back to you, “You know, I’ve fucked you here many times in the last few months but this time it feels particularly special”. He helped you remove your sweater, and then your jeans, leaving you in only your underwear with no bra. It felt like being an animal under a predator's gaze as he drank you in, his dark eyes tracing unseen patterns across your skin in the dancing candlelight, his fingers tracing them.

“Let me try something” He spoke before he moved his hand over to the brandy glass, fishing out an ice cube and holding it in his fingers for a moment. You gasped when it touched your skin, goosebumps rising as he traced a freezing line along your stomach, up your sternum, and under the swell of each breast.

“This okay?” He asked, that soft sweet look he reserved for only you warming your chest. You nodded.

“I want to hear it baby” He stated, letting the ice melt in his fingers against your skin and roll down your sides to the bed.

“Y-Yes, feels good” You replied, whimpering at the feeling of it moving again. Over your nipples this time, already hard from the chill on your skin but seeming only to get more sensitive. Your hips bucked with a soft moan at the feel of his warm mouth latching to them, one and then the other. Laving each one with attention before dragging his tongue down to trace the waterline he had made. Yuuta moved down to your panties, tugging them off and throwing them to the floor as if they offended him by even touching you.

“Already so wet for me,” He groaned, chest heaving a little as if he was panting, “So good to me”. The moment you felt him pressing against you in his jeans, cock straining hard against the denim you knew you wanted to change positions.

“Wait Yuuta I- I want you in my mouth” You practically whined, moving your knee up to rub against his bulge. You were shameless in your need for him. The need to just melt into him and forget all about this shit day despite the end of being caused by him. But maybe that was the highlight of the day. Your husband would have left you probably high and dry, moved that floozy into your house, the home you created through all of his downsides, and sent you to live in that seedy motel on the other side of town. This could be a new beginning, a fresh start of something beautiful and freeing. Your new normal.

“Eager are we?” He joked as he turned over, scooting up to the pillows and reclining back, letting you take your time in unbuttoning his jeans and dragging the zipper down, a soft gasp escaping his lips as you kissed down from his bellybutton to his happy trail leading into his briefs. You would never be over just how pretty his cock was. Pale skin fleshed red at the tip with veins racing up the side, arching up as if it was just as ready to be in your mouth as you were ready to feel his weight on your tongue. A lude moan vibrated against his length as you took the tip between your lips, feeling his precum melt against your tongue as you ran it against the sensitive head, taking more in your mouth as he involuntarily bucked his hips.

“S-Shit baby, feel s’ good” Yuuta growled, fisting the pillow beneath his head as you went lower, feeling the head bump the back of your throat with at least two inches to go. Drool was coming more freely now, running from your lips down his shaft and making the glide easier as you pushed to take him as deep as he could go. Your head was dizzy with his scent, the taste of his precum, and the pretty sounds he was making. Grunts and moans spilling from his parted lips as he struggled to keep his eyes open to watch you. But he kept his grabby hands up away, letting you go at your own pace and fall into a fuzzy pleasured headspace, your eyes lidded as you sucked languidly against him. He was twitching against your tongue, your hand going to his balls as they contracted with every suck and pull of your mouth. You whined when he pulled you off, giving him a pitiful teary eyes look with a mix of spit and precum on your chin.

“Come on now, don’t give me that look” Yuuta chided with a soft smile, kissing you deeply and licking the wet off your chin before kicking off his jeans, “Just want to cum inside of you”. He flipped your positions with ease, moving you onto your front as you arched your back.

“That’s it, that’s my girl” He groaned, fingers spreading your dripping pussy so he could get a good look, your wetness glistening against the candlelight. A shiver ran up your spine as traced his tongue down your folds, suckling on your clit till you were whimpering before slapping your ass and sitting up behind you. He teased the head against you for a moment, letting you back up against him in desperation.

“Y-Yuuta” You stammered, wanting him inside you so desperately.

“Yes, my love?”

“Want you inside, wanna feel you” You pleaded, burying your face against the softness of your mattress. His hand went to your hair, holding just tight enough and pulling your head up so he could whisper against your ear.

“Say please” He grunted, popping the head in and out for a moment to make you shake.

“Pl-ease” You moaned, your eyes crossing as he bottomed out in one thrust, his thickness stretching you so good. It was that moment that you looked over at your husband’s nightstand, seeing the picture of you on your wedding day, looking happy for probably the last time in a long time and you couldn’t help the tears that welled up. Would you miss him? The old version, the caring version yes. But not the man he turned out to be. The true version that slunk in and out of the shadows and destroyed everything you had built. For him. You gasped as Yuuta snatched the picture off the table, pulling out of you swiftly and turning you over.

“I don’t want you to cry baby,” He shushed, leaning down to kiss the tears from your cheeks, “not over him ever again, he’s not here to hurt you anymore, I made sure of that didn’t I?”. You nodded a soft apology on your lips.

“Don’t be sorry, never be sorry for being human for me” He reassured as he pressed his forehead to yours.

Your eyes widened as he gripped the frame in one hand until the glass broke, taking a piece before throwing it with all of his force against the closed door.

“We all cry. We all bleed” He breathed, taking the piece in his hand and dragging it in a short line across his palm, bringing the freshly bleeding wound to your mouth. You flinched as his blood dropped against your lips before you opened them, tasting the metallic tang as your cheeks flushed. He did the same to your hand, the sting making you flinch again before he pressed it to his mouth, his tongue licking against the wound and smearing your blood across his tongue and lips. Yuuta linked your hands together before pressing them down beside your head and kissing you, groaning at the warmth.

“Now we’re in each other's bodies, inner mingling and thriving. Giving each other life” He said, moving your legs up on his shoulders before thrusting in again, “I love you to madness, you know that?”.

“I love you too Yuuta,” you whimpered, the feeling of him inside of you completely canceling out the sting in your hand, “More than anything”.

“Oh baby you don’t know how happy I am to hear that,” He groaned, folding you down so far he could reach your lips, “I’m gonna fill this sweet pussy till your dripping”.

The bed was creaking with the force of his hips, your moans getting louder by the minute as he pulled him down with your free arm across his shoulders, wanting him closer. Needing him closer to feel his heat against you. The sweat rolling down his forehead, the flush to his cheeks, the whimpering growling moans spilling from him into the candlelit room were even prettier than you could have imagined.

“I’m g-gonna cum beautiful,” He stuttered, his hips beginning to lose rhythm as you dripped around him, milking him so sweetly he couldn’t keep his head straight. He moved his fingers down to your clit, rubbing it in circles till he could feel you gripping tighter around him, “Cum with me please”.

Your chest was heaving and heart thudding as you mewled and whined, toes curling and thighs burning as your release licked flames up your spine. Your names erupted from each other's mouths as you climaxed together, his cock filling you so deeply that you wondered briefly if you would end up pregnant after this. You were so warm inside as he collapsed on you, allowing your legs down as he curled against your body, keeping himself seated snuggly inside of you. Yuuta’s lips were soft against your skin as he kissed you everywhere he could reach, his hands clutching at you and holding you so close it felt as if your bodies truly were one and the same. You stayed against the pillows as he reached down to his pants on the floor before curling back up next to you and taking your hand. He pulled your wedding band off and tossed it over his shoulder, making you giggle before you realized what he was doing. The ring he slid onto your finger was beautiful, a delicate gold band with a proud diamond in the middle surrounded by dark garnets, delicate but elegant.

“Marry me?” Yuuta asked, his eyes sparkling in the dark candlelight as if there were stars dipped in the surface. You smiled widely, throwing your arms around his neck.

“Yes! Of course I will”. This felt right. Normal. Everything aligned the way it should be. Maybe obsession could be normal.

#reblogging again just because #and also im making our mafia boss Katsuki just the slightest yandere #i had so much fun with this i need another yandere character NOW #yuuta okkotsu #yuuta okkotsu x reader #jjk smut #yuuta okkotsu smut #tw blood #em writes ✍#em talks 👄#self reblog

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