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Both? Both. Both is good.

Yusuke Kitagawa

• Yusuke thought he found the ultimate model in the form of lovely Ann; and then he saw you. For sure, he certainly felt a certain rush of emotion from seeing her beauty. With you, though? That wave turns into a tsunami and the boy’s drowning in his feelings. He has to paint you.
• All of Yusuke’s training with the Phantom Thieves in ‘how to socialize correctly’ flies completely out the window when he approaches you with his request. He begs you passionately; “Please do me the great honor of being my model!” It’s fairly reminiscent of Ann’s recruitment, except that Yusuke’s cheeks are flushed pink and he’s much more desperate. He considers getting on his knees to beg but thankfully, even Yusuke can tell that’s a bit too much.
• Yusuke senses your hesitancy, noticing your pink cheeks and gaze glued to the ground. He assumes it’s modesty, or that maybe you don’t want to model for him (if only he knew it’s because you feel the same rushing of emotions around him). He wants to bribe you with sweets or something like that, but for some reason his conscience won’t let him; he can’t bear the idea of forcing you into something you don’t want. Yusuke grows uncharacteristically quiet. “This is only something you should consent to if you’re at ease with the idea,” he reassures you earnestly. 
• Hours later, Yusuke’s completely baffled. He’s always been willing to do whatever it takes to pursue his latest art goal; why hesitate now? What’s so different about you?
• When the day comes and you show up at his dorm room,Yusuke’s head is wrapped up in the picture he wants to paint; the butterflies in his stomach are almost completely ignored. He calmly asks you to sit and pose, and once you’re positioned, he gets to work, pencil immediately scratching the canvas.
• At first everything goes smoothly but within five minutes Yusuke starts getting distracted. He gets caught up in the way the light hits your hair, the glow of your skin, the shape of your waist. When he starts on your mouth his pencil stills completely; his fingers brush his lips feather-lightly as he sighs, cheeks flushing pink. By now his face is too hot and his mind is all over the place; he clears his throat, shaking his head and announcing he can’t focus. He’ll have to try again later, he says.
• Or at least, that’s what he wants to say. Yusuke’s eyes lock with yours and the words just melt away. He sits and stares, quiet, and you stare back. The tension mounts thick and heavy until the boy can’t take it and he snaps. His body goes on autopilot and his lips are against yours before he knows what’s happening.
• The next modeling session goes much better; since you’ve confessed your feelings, now Yusuke can focus on drawing your likeness instead of stamping down the butterflies in his stomach.
• Yusuke’s very hands-on when he’s posing you. Nowhere is sacred, and his hands brush almost everywhere before he’s satisfied with your position. (And if his hands linger longer than necessary on your hips and your waist and your chest, well, don’t be surprised).
• Expect Yusuke to ask you to model nude. Also expect him to drop his paintbrush halfway through his work and grasp you between his hands, instead.
• When neither of you have anything to do and want to kill some time, Yusuke always asks you to model for him. No matter if you’re at Inakoshira park, school, even snuggled in the warm booths of Leblanc, he’s always ready to pull out his sketchpad and draw your likeness. The scenery change makes for delightful shifts in atmosphere, Yusuke claims, but really he just wants an excuse to stare at you wherever you go.
• Convincing Yusuke not to spend his entire monthly food budget on new clothes for you to model in is quite the challenge. When he sees something lovely on a mannequin he immediately pictures it settled on your curves, and the sudden burst of inspiration is so strong he reaches for his coin purse before he’s even thinking. If you threaten to stop modeling for him unless he gets his spending habits under control, though, the impulse clothing buys gradually trickle to a stop. 
• The one thing Yusuke refuses to compromise on is a yukata. If you don’t already have one stored carefully in your closet he buys you one, expertly patterned and colored to beautifully match your skin. Naturally, the first thing he does is have you model in it (seeing your radiance eases the pain of spending so much money).

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Ahhh thank you! Also constant mood, everything ever needs more Yusuke

Yusuke Kitagawa

• Yusuke doesn’t have the highest sex drive, but he makes up for it with passion. It’s certainly quality-over-quantity with him; you’ll never get sloppy or lazy lovemaking from Yusuke. Consider it a blessing you two don’t usually have sex every night; often, you’ll need awhile to recover from Yusuke’s passion.
• Yusuke’s the master of body worship.Constantly, he purrs little compliments in your ear and against your skin; how perfect and warm you feel on his dick, how soft your skin is sliding against his own, how heavenly you make his name sound when it tumbles from your lips. Lovemaking with Yusuke always ends up being a fantastic confidence-booster.
• Every part of Japanese culture fascinates Yusuke, and that includes kinbaku. He spends near-hours delicately binding your body in everything from red ribbons to silk rope. Kinbaku is an art form Yusuke’s never gotten to try before he met you, and he’s certainly making up for lost time.
• Yusuke’s skin is incredibly sensitive, especially down his neck and spine. If you want his toes curling, run light touches and feather-soft kisses down that stretch of skin.
• Since Yusuke’s so pale, little bruises and lovebites left behind after a night of fun are practically impossible to hide. Not that he minds, of course; he’s surprisingly bold about displaying the dark marks you leave peppered across his skin. If his school uniform doesn’t quite cover the bruises splattered on his neck, oh well; at least everyone will know he’s taken.
• Marking goes both ways, and Yusuke loves to leave little reminders of your naughty activities littered around your body. He claims it’s merely his artist’s spirit at work; when he sees the blank canvas of your skin, he simply has to add a splash of color. It totally has nothing at all to do with the fact that Yusuke’s jealously possessive (or so he claims).
• When it comes to positions, Yusuke’s almost a perfect 50/50 switch. He automatically assumes control if you don’t take the reigns, but if you want to dominate him, he willingly submits. Be careful when he falls into one of his dominating moods, though; if you try to wrestle control from him then, be ready for a fight.
• Yusuke’s unbelievably loud. Unless his mouth’s occupied between your legs or against your lips, he’s making noise. Either he’s sighing your name, yelping when you hit his sweet spots, or moaning as he loses himself to your taste, and warmth, and touch. If you’re feeling a bit sadistic, gag the young artist; when Yusuke’s not free to cry out, he’s instantly much easier to break.
• As to be expected from Yusuke, he draws a lot of inspiration from your bodies. Some paintings are a bit more tame, like abstract impressions of things like ‘eroticism’ or ‘heat on skin’. For his racier creations, though, Yusuke’s got a secret sketchbook stashed away in his dorm room. Sketches of you in various states of undress cover the pages; some images feature you begging, some show you making him beg.
• Yusuke keeps a surprising amount of dirty pictures saved in his phone. Most are simply reference images for the aforementioned secret sketchbook. Some of the more scandalous pictures, though, are gifts saved from the rare occasions one of you feels like sexting. Every single racy photo you send him gets saved permanently. (Futaba snatched his phone away and started going through it to tease him, once, and naturally wouldn’t heed his desperate warnings not to scroll too far through his camera roll. Needless to say the poor girl got an eyeful and never touched his phone again.)

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Thank you!♡

Yusuke Kitagawa

Your Yusuke’s impulsive, sometimes, but when it leads to moments like this, who are you to complain?

His body cages your against the distorted wall of the rest area and you’re suddenly glad you told everyone to go on ahead earlier. Still riding the battle’s adrenaline high, Yusuke’s practically on fire with passion. Wandering hands seem to fly everywhere at once; your face, your chest, your hips. His tongue presses past your lips, hungry, and he swallows the moan that cracks out of your throat.

Need clouds your vision as he plunders your mouth. He moves fast, so fast your head’s spinning and your heart’s pounding violently in your chest. All you can do is thread your fingers through his soft locks and try to keep up.

Yusuke’s tongue dances along the roof of your mouth, distracting you, before catching your bottom lip between his teeth and tugging gently. While your head’s still reeling he snakes a nimble hand between your bodies and drags a finger slowly across your crotch. You yelp, bucking your hips against his hand, and it takes every ounce of  your willpower not to shove him down, tear his clothes, and ride him right then and there.

“Yusuke,” you manage through the thickness in your throat when he has to break away for air. His eyes burn into you as he stares, raking his gaze over your shape. “I think we should head back to reality a little early.”

He nods quickly in response, a smirk flirting with the edges of his lips. Thank god for Goho-Ms, you think absentmindedly, as you shoot Akira a quick text letting him know you and Yusuke are heading out of Mementos on your own.

In the end you don’t quite make it out of Mementos before Yusuke has you bare and pinned to the ground beneath him, but oh well. When he makes you feel this impossibly good, who are you to complain?

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Yusuke Kitagawa

Yusuke’s hands swim over the curve of your waist, lightly resting on your hips. Entranced, his fingers spin little circles over the fabric of your pants. You sigh against his lips, blissful. Appreciative, your fingers wind through Yusuke’s dark locks, gently massaging his scalp. 

“Ooooookay guys, you can stop now.” Ryuji’s voice cuts through the heat sparking between your lips and Yusuke’s, but you ignore him. You swipe your tongue along the boy’s bottom lip, teasing, and he quickly gets the message. Tenderly the pink muscle chases yours, sliding past your lips. Yusuke moans into your mouth, delicious vibrations toying with your nerves and sending heat straight to your core.

“Uh, guys, seriously, you’re being super gross. The face eating does not need to happen right in front of me.”

Again, Ryuji’s voice is merely background noise. Delicately, Yusuke’s fingers toy with the hem of your clothing, rubbing the slivers of skin that his hands can reach. Your boyfriend’s firm touch sends liquid courage pumping through your veins and your fingers unwind from his soft hair. Slowly, your hands trail down Yusuke’s sides until your fingers coil in his pants belt-loops. Bold, you smirk into the kiss before you tug. Yusuke’s hips snap against yours and he half-moans, half-yelps. Loud. 

“Oh my god!” Ryuji shouts, raking his hands through his hair. “Is it even ‘effin legal to do that shit in public?!” He’s clearly distressed. You get the feeling he’d cover his eyes if he wasn’t shocked stiff.

Yusuke breaks away, swallowing thickly. When he speaks, he’s breathing heavily, almost like he’s struggling for oxygen, and you can’t help but be a little proud of yourself. No one can say you’re bad at kissing.

“I believe we are embarrassing Ryuji,” he comments, concerned.

You merely grin, casting a smug look at the blonde boy fake-vomiting behind your boyfriend.

“Good,” you purr, pulling Yusuke in for more, making sure to moan far too loudly as your lips touch. 

Ryuji nearly collapses.

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Yusuke Kitagawa

Yusuke never gets distracted while he’s painting.

No, he claims. When his brush stills he’s simply focused on observing your shape. He is studying the curves and dips of your face so he can cover his canvas with you, nothing more.

Right. You smirk as Yusuke unconsciously inches his stool closer to you, eyes wide and gaze focused heavily on your skin. He swallows thickly. Lightly, his teeth catch his bottom lip and chew gently. Breathing kicks up as he gets closer, closer, not even realizing the shrinking gap between your bodies. He’s focused on your curves, alright, but somehow you get the impression that the thoughts swirling around his head are slightly less artsy than usual.

Yusuke sighs lightly before his lips graze your neck. You giggle, bringing your hand up to smoothly trail through his dark locks. “You getting a lot of art done there, loverboy?”

He hums lightly, hints of a smirk flirting with the edges of his lips. He doesn’t respond, at first; just presses his feather-soft lips more insistently against your skin. Gently, he nips at your neck. When you gasp lightly he swirls his tongue around the mark, sucking the sharp sensation away. He melts into your hands on his skin as you moan, sending little waves through his mouth. Yusuke lingers, just tasting, feeling, before he pries himself away.

“Yes, of course,” he replies, a thickness camped in his throat that wasn’t there before. Yusuke smiles at you, far too innocently. “Adding some color to the subject simply makes for a more dramatic piece.”

That little shit, you think, fingertips brushing against the new purple splotch decorating the column of your neck. Pink flares across your cheeks; you definitely weren’t going to be able to hide that one very easily.

“Perfect,” he hums, nodding. “Stay just like that.”

Perhaps it really is true that he simply can’t be distracted; oh, well, you think. Challenge accepted.

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Yusuke Kitagawa

Giving

• Yusuke’s completely absorbed in his task as his lips skim your form. His senses are nearly overwhelmed as he drinks everything about you in; the silkiness of your soft skin against his fingertips, the whimpers and gasps and moans of ‘oh, Yusuke’ charming his ears, the smell and heat of your arousal melding with your natural scent. His senses are heightened beyond belief and he manages to channel every last bit of that intensity to his lips and tongue, and you can definitely feel the passion.
• If you’re expecting something sloppy and quick, done halfheartedly just to prepare you for his dick, you’re in the wrong place. Yusuke takes every nip, every lick, every broad stroke slow as molasses. Cries for him to hurry up, already fall on deaf ears; he’s determined to draw out your pleasure as long as possible, and when he’s focused he’s damn determined. He doesn’t mean to torture you or edge you on, but this is undeniably an intimate moment, and Yusuke intends to savor it.
• Body worship is Yusuke’s forte, and this is especially clear when he’s going down on you. He rakes over your form with his tongue, pink muscle sliding lightly over every inch of your exposed skin. Yusuke pauses over his favorite parts of your body, rumbling praises that send heat jolting right to your core; ‘magnificent’ he hums, basking in the way his voice sends goosebumps hiking along your skin. He peppers little kisses up and down your thighs, sighing as his lips brush your hot core. ‘I can only dream of someday creating an art piece as sublime as you.’ 
• Observation is an essential tool for any artist and Yusuke especially employs it when he’s between your legs. His half-lidded eyes train on you, gulping in every reaction and storing it in his mind. Before long his curious mind and roving tongue discover every sweet spot that makes your toes curl and your fingernails dig into his back.
• Such an intimate moment deserves to be painted, so don’t be surprised if Yusuke breaks away from your pussy while you’re riding out your orgasm to snap a quick photo. Don’t worry though, the erotic view’s only going to make it into his personal sketchbook; this is definitely not a piece that’s getting submitted to any galleries.

Receiving

• Yusuke loves a good blowjob (who doesn’t, after all) but if you want his cock in your mouth you’re going to have to take matters into your own hands. Very rarely does he ask (unless, of course, you’re engaged in a heated round of anger-sex; then, though, it’s more of a demand than a request). Simply push him back against the nearest hard surface and slide off his pants and you can do whatever you want; the boy’s putty in your hands.
• Composure isn’t exactly the first thing on Yusuke’s mind when your pretty little lips are wrapped around him, but he tries his best not to get too rough. Typically, he pets you, running his fingers gently through your hair as you go down on him; he only pulls when your tongue suddenly swirls just right and his mind short-circuits. Yusuke tries not to buck his hips too much, but that never lasts long. He’s impossibly sensitive, and before you know it he’s lost control and can’t hold himself back. Is he a bit embarrassed that he always ends up practically fucking your mouth? Yes, but it just feels so damn good he can’t bring himself to care when your mouth’s on him.
• Yusuke’s rarely vulgar and unless you’re really hitting his sweet spot, that won’t change when you’re blowing him. Most of what falls from his mouth are soft sighs and little moans; strangled cries of your name and strained growls as you suck him closer to release. Occasionally his eyes screw shut and he sighs out a little ‘shit!’. When you hear that you know you’ve done a good job.
• He doesn’t expect it, but Yusuke absolutely loves when you swallow his cum. He’ll sigh in admiration as he kisses you and tastes himself on your lips.
• Good boyfriend that he is, Yusuke firmly believes in returning the favor. If he cums, you cum. After he’s had a minute to recover, he instantly turns the tables and pleasures you in return; but whether he gets the job done with his dick, fingers, or impossibly soft lips is entirely up to you.