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 tellthat’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).
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.)
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?
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.
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.
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.
Sprinkling of NSFW coming up– *accidentally dumps the whole ass Spice Jar on this post*
Shit.
Akira Kurusu
“That more comfortable without the turtleneck underneath it?” Akira teases you when he notices you’re wearing his Shujin blazer–just his Shujin blazer. He knows you’re trying to seduce him, and it’s working, of course. He can’t fall to your wily ways without riling you up a little bit, first, though; he has to protect his pride somehow.
Akira slips behind you, dusting a chaste kiss on the back of your neck. He leans down, propping his chin on your shoulder. Smooth, he slides his hands up and down your ribs, softly pushing the fabric away from your skin. His fingers gently whisper up and down your sides, never quite resting where you want them, mischievous and teasing.
Once you push yourself against him, pouting that he isn’t cooperating with your little plan to get him hot under the collar and fucking you silly, Akira gives in. With a satisfied chuckle and a chaste little peck on your shoulder he slides his hands up to your breasts, deft fingers working over your nipples. Akira nips and kisses along your neck as his hands toy with your chest, edging you along until you’re dripping.
After he’s satisfied with the growing wetness dripping along your thighs, Akira pushes you against the wall, hoisting you up so your legs wrap around him, ankles locking behind his back. When your hands flit to the button keeping the blazer stuck on you, Akira quickly catches your wrists. “Mind if we leave that on?” he purrs against your skin, smirking devilishly.
As long as it’s not too dirty (explaining those mysterious stains isn’t really something he wants to do), Akira wears the blazer to school the next day. Your smell and the heady scent of sex stick lightly to the fibers, and whenever he catches a whiff he smirks to himself. (It’s enough to make Makoto ask suspiciously why he’s been smiling like that all day, and his only response is a stuttered ‘uh, nothing’ and a bright blush).
Ryuji Sakamoto
When Ryuji notices you stretched out on his bed lazily playing video games, wrapped in his ‘No Mo’ Rules’ shirt, he can’t control the smile that jumps to his face. His heart skips a beat; you’re so damn cute.
Ryuji plops down next to you unceremoniously, wrapping his arms loosely around your waist. Laughing, he nuzzles your neck gently. “Ya tryin’ to kill me?” he teases. “You know I can’t handle it when you’re so effin’ cute.” He pulls you close to him, resting his chin on the top of your head.
When you reach around, giggling, to hug him back, Ryuji notices just how well you fill out his shirt. Suddenly his face flushes dark and red as the fabric draped around your body. His eyes drift over your thighs, your curves, your chest, oh god, your chest. Ryuji’s eyes stick to your breasts, breath quickening a little as he notices how the cotton stretches.
Ryuji gulps as you settle against him. Be a gentleman, dude he tells himself, keeping his hands safely frozen on your sides. That lasts for all of two seconds before his raging teenage boy hormones get the better of him and he’s flipping you over, pupils blown and heart beating wildly.
A little timidly (he doesn’t want to upset you by just feeling you up however he wants) Ryuji, slides his hands underneath his shirt, skimming over your smooth skin. He holds back until you moan a little, encouraging; that’s all he needs to hear. Ryuji’s hands instantly mold over your breasts, working your sensitive flesh as he leans down and kisses along your neck.
“Ya know,” he rumbles, voice thick and low, “you’re really fuckin’ sexy in that. You should wear my shit more often.”
As much as he loves seeing you in his clothes, Ryuji loves seeing you out of them even more. Soon, his shirt’s thrown on the floor with the rest of his laundry, completely forgotten.
Yusuke Kitagawa
When Yusuke shows up to your house, he’s a little panicked; laundry day is fast approaching and he hasn’t seen his button-up uniform shirt since sliding it to your bedroom floor in the throes of passion. He crosses his fingers as he opens the door to your room, hoping it was where he left. It’s not, though. It’s draped on you, hiding your figure as you lounge on your bed. Yusuke gulps, blushing; suddenly laundry day is the last thing on his mind.
“You look sublime,” Yusuke blurts, scrambling in his bag for his sketchbook and pencils. “Stay still, just like that…” sudden sketches are the norm for Yusuke, and he’s determined to capture this image on paper forever; trying to stop him is futile. Something about you wearing his shirt sends tiny shockwaves through his chest. He doesn’t know exactly what it is but he’ll be damned if this delicious sight slips by without getting in his sketchbook.
At first Yusuke’s focused on the paper in front of him, but as he sketches out the lines of your curves and the folds of his shirt clinging to you he can’t help but lose interest in his pencil. He tries to force himself to pay attention to his sketchbook but the way you’ve got the top buttons open, showing off a hint of cleavage…the fabric tightening around your bust…the hem resting just under your panties…Yusuke can’t help but stare, pupils blown.
Sketchbook and pencils clatter to the floor, forgotten, as Yusuke snaps. In a flash, Yusuke’s hovering over you, his thumb tracing your lips. He slips a knee between your thighs as his mouth drops to your neck, kissing lines against your skin. “It’s too easy to abandon all control when I’m with you,” he pants against your neck. Swift, his hands fall to his shirt buttons. When they don’t come apart quickly enough he growls, tearing wildly. Buttons fly everywhere; he’ll have to fix that, eventually, but it’s worth it to feel you up.
Yusuke’s long fingers clench in his shirt fabric as he pounds into you. The sheer scandalousness makes him blush as he hits your sweet spot, but you look so damn good wrapped in his shirt, face flushed, mouth open, that he can’t bring himself to care.
Goro Akechi
When you show up to an autumn date with just a light sweater, Akechi knows it’s only a time before you’re downright frozen in the mid-October air. “Here,” he shrugs off his tan blazer, “you should put this on. I can’t have you catching a cold on my watch.” Goro smiles sweetly as he slides the wool over your shoulders. A little shiver of dread tumbles down his spine as he thinks about how cold he’s going to be at the end of the night-he hates the cold- but, well, it’s his duty as a chivalrous boyfriend to make sure you’re nice and toasty while he’s losing toes to frostbite.
As it turns out, the cold isn’t too harsh for Goro after all; seeing you wrapped up in his blazer, filling it out just perfectly, sends a gentle warmth all the way to his fingertips. A gentle blush blooms over from his cheeks as he drinks the sight in, unashamed; he doesn’t care if you notice how utterly in love with you he is. You’re too beautiful; it would be a sin to look away.
Once you’re back at Akechi’s apartment, safely tucked away from the world and the howling wind outside, Goro starts to focus on…other aspects of your beauty. The sort of aspects that include you spread out over his comforter, hands balling in his hair, his head between your thighs. Akechi gulps as dirty thoughts swirl around in his head; who knew such a small thing as you wearing his jacket could have such an effect on him?
“You manage to pull off that jacket much better than I do,” Akechi murmurs against your neck, hands roaming over your body. When his fingers graze over your hips he pulls you against him, grinding just lightly enough to get you breathing heavy. It’s clear what Goro wants as he leads you to the couch, pushing you down.
Akechi peels your pants down, sinking to his knees as the clothes fall away. Soon, you’re in just his coat as his expert tongue works between your legs. He intends to show you just how much he loves the sight of you wearing his clothes.
As Shujin’s resident ‘bad boy’, Akira completely understands getting more attention than you want (even if he’s much more prone to be faced with hurtful rumors rather than awkward unwelcome flirting). Once he sees you squirming under a classmate’s leering gaze and rather insistent invitation on a study date (more of a demand, really) he immediately gets what’s going on. Akira swoops in, ready to rescue you.
Akira smoothly sidles up to you, slipping an arm around your waist as he drops a little kiss on top of your head. He pulls you close to him, comforting. He knows you can handle yourself; a little flirting from some guy you can’t stand won’t shake you too much, but Akira takes any chance he can get to have you snuggling into his side.
“What’re you talking about?” Akira says casually, sliding his free hand in his pocket. Normally he doesn’t really have to get hostile when fending off unwanted suitors; boys take one look at his arm around you and take off running. After all, they don’t want to get on the bad side of Shujin’s notorious criminal! Usually that simple statement is enough to get the guy quickly making his excuses and scurry off.
If they don’t leave Akira quickly channels his inner Joker, posture sharp and imposing, threatening little devil-smirk twisting on his lips. For a few moments it’s almost like his eyes flash red; he’s pure danger. If his reputation wasn’t enough to send your unwanted suitor running, this look, sharp and deadly like the edge of a knife,most certainly will.
Once the situation’s defused Akira blushes slightly. When it comes to you he gets worked up pretty quickly, a fact the usually level-headed boy’s a bit embarrassed about. As you rock forward on your tiptoes, though, offering a tiny kiss on the tip of his nose and a quiet thank you, he decides getting worked up over you sometimes is completely worth it.-
Ryuji Sakamoto
Even if Ryuji isn’t exactly the brightest bulb on the Christmas tree, he’s still incredibly in tune with your feelings and body language. It’s his job as a good boyfriend to know how you feel, after all! So when he sees some asshole third year standing a little close for comfort, nearly pinning you to your locker as you look around uncomfortably, his blood’s boiling. You hate this situation and oh hell no, nobody gets away with harassing you on his watch!
Ryuji’s bristling as he stalks over. Tense, he steps in between you and the other boy. Captain Kidd shines through, and he’s more Skull than Ryuji in that moment; muscles coiled, snarl wrapped over his mouth, hard lines carved in his scowling face. The look in his eyes is downright terrifying as he stares down the guy that’s been bothering you.
“She doesn’t want you around,” Ryuji growls, stepping closer to the third year. His hands are shoved in his pockets but he’s clearly ready to start swinging; one wrong move and this upperclassman’s walking right into a fight. “Scram, asshole.”
Ryuji waits for the guy to turn tail and run, glaring at him until he’s rounding the hallway corner and flees out of sight. Then he turns to you, eyebrows furrowed in concern. “Y’okay, baby?” Once you assure him that yes, you’re fine (other than being a little annoyed) the tension melts out of his shoulders and he’s happy-go-lucky Ryuji again, smiling sheepishly.
“Think I scared him off,” Ryuji states, pulling you into hi, “but if bothers you again just tell me and I’ll beat the shit outta ‘em.
Just to make sure everybody knows what they’re getting into if they fuck with you, Ryuji pushes you against the lockers and attacks your lips in a full-on makeout session right then and there. You’re his girl and he’s gonna make damn well sure everybody knows it. His hands roam your body and his lips latch on yours until Kawakami glares out of her classroom door and threatens both of you with detention if Ryuji doesn’t peel himself off of you.
Yusuke Kitagawa
Poor Yusuke; he’s trying, he’s really trying, bless his heart, but he still doesn’t quite have the hang of reading social cues. He doesn’t get that you absolutely hate the flirty comments hurled at you from all sides. All he knows is that he gets this ugly feeling in his gut when other boys call you beautiful, and he absolutely hates the way they stand so close to you.
Be polite, Yusuke tries to tell himself even if he just wants to snap at this sudden annoyance to just leave you alone! One look tells you he’s barely holding it together; eyes steely, shoulders tense, mouth drawn in a thin line. Whenever someone that isn’t him tries charming you Yusuke’s grip on your hand tightens. His eyebrows furrow as he subtly tugs you closer, unconsciously trying to send a message: I don’t like this, and I don’t like you around my girl.
Let Yusuke know what’s really going on and he immediately jumps head-first into the problem. Simply pull him close and whisper ‘that guy’s making me pretty uncomfortable’ and he kicks into defense mode.
“I would prefer you leave us alone now,” Yusuke squares his shoulders, demanding firmly. He steps in front of you, nudging your body behind his until he’s a literal wall between you and your unwanted attention. “My girlfriend isn’t partial to your presence and I’m afraid I must agree with her.” Yusuke’s tall frame and glaring eyes make an imposing protector, and it’s hard for anyone to stick around and bother you while they’re under that gaze.
Yusuke doesn’t shy away from PDA but now he’s even more touchy. It’s almost hard to get him off you (not that you’d want to, of course!). He’s glued to your side, an arm wrapped possessively around your waist for the rest of the day. Every chance he gets, he swoops down to plant a lingering kiss on your lips, if only to show everyone that he’s yours and you’re his. Just don’t call him out for being jealous; he’s not ready to face how greedily he covets your affection.
Goro Akechi
Akechi knows the dark side of people all too well, so when he sees some scummy asshole chatting you up he knows what the guy’s after (your number, or worse, a one-way-ticket into your pants) and he knows you’re not into it. Immediately a switch flips in his mind and his mask of politeness and charm is much harder to keep on. He wants nothing more than to teach this unwelcome flirt a lesson. Tarnishing his perfect image just to bloody his fists isn’t worth it, though
In, out, in, out, Akechi breathes, pasting a smile on his face and forcing his jaw to relax. Calmly, he sidles next to you and wraps a gentle arm around your waist. Light enough to pretend he’s not being fiercely protective, but soft enough to send a clear message: she doesn’t want you here, she has me.
If this unwelcome suitor’s put on edge by Akechi’s presence, Akechi immediately calms down. Out comes his sadistic side; manipulation, mental teasing, that’s his game and this is a prime target. “Hello,” he beams, amping up the charm. “I’m _____’s boyfriend, Goro Akechi. Perhaps you’ve heard of me? I’m quite famous…” Akechi begins subtly flaunting his accomplishments. By the time he’s even halfway through his bragging Akechi’s proved himself so far out of this guy’s league, he regrets even coming up to you. Akechi considers it a double win; he gets to show off, and he gets to chase away unwanted boys.
“Are you alright?” Akechi hums once you’re alone, looking gently in your eyes. He doesn’t stop gently fussing until you assure him that yes, you’re okay (just annoyed). “Please tell me if anyone like that ever gives you trouble, darling,” he asks, smiling when you nod. (What you don’t know is that he’s silently vowing to break out Loki for some Metaversal torture. You are the bright spot in Akechi’s life and god help anyone that dares to mess with you.)
Akechi isn’t one to get too handsy in public (he does have an image to keep up) but he makes sure he’s extra close to you for the rest of the day; sharing his scarf, keeping his hand wound through yours, little kisses whenever there’s a lull in the conversation. Anything that’ll make everyone see that you already have a man. He’s all you need.
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