sometimes Yuta lies next to you and cannot believe his happiness, knowing that you are his and he is yours.

he can lie in bed with you for hours, hugging you and inhaling your scent. so every time you spend the night together (lately very often) he can't stop being clingy with you.

"you're so soft and warm, I just can't live without it. we should start living together."

he wasn't joking when he said that. Yuta knew that if he was dating someone, he would need to give his partner all his love.

his favorite process of all this was to please you, especially when you enthusiastically played with his hair in response.

"what do you think, baby? If you're embarrassed, you don't have to answer, I'll do it myself." he says, resting his chin on your lower abdomen.

Yuta knew everything. he knew that you were wearing this skirt not because it matched your top, but because it would be more convenient for him to get under it.

you never told him what you wanted, but every time he started it, you never stopped him.

he even tried not to look at you, knowing that after all this time you still feel embarrassed. Yuta didn't want you to feel uncomfortable, even though he liked to read on your face that he was doing everything right and you were pleased.

"tell me if you don't like something," he reminds you, placing a wet kiss on the inside of your thigh, out of habit guiding your hand to grab his hair instead of a pillow.

"If you don't want it, just say the word." his voice gets quieter as his fingers stroke your thigh, as if he really can't restrain himself from pushing away your cute lace.