Just Pentagon things

to bed ~ yuto (day twelve)

A/N:alright so technically this is an AMBW (asian man black woman) story, don't think that really matters much, since 90% of the girls I write in are POC's but whatever this entire Author's Note has gone completely off the deep end so how about let's get started before I get cancelled for breathing...

If you didn't know I'm black-- and a girl.

Tiana POV:

"Yuto I don't know about this..."

"Tiana. It's one night," Yuto groans his hands stretching the skin as he drags them down his face. Without words I cross my arms, holding my elbows in my hands, and briefly shake my head at the ground. The floor creaks beneath me, and Yuto pulls my gaze to shift upwards to him. His breath too far for me to completely be flushed in it. But the last whip of warm air feathers my face.

Yuto sighs, "you really have no way to sleep without that blanket?"

Ms. Sarah Pumpernickel The Fluffiest number Twenty-three, was my favorite blanket; light purple in color and huge balls of dark purple surrounding the outsides. She kept me warm on cold nights, and even warmer on warm nights. There was no deep meaning behind Ms. Sarah, she was just my favorite sleeping blanket, ever. She wasn't given to me by my great-grandmother, but bought one day at my local department store. For around five years I've slept with this blanket, and now I've lost it. The times that I slept without Ms. Sarah seem so distant, I barely remember how I managed to do something so...horrendous.

"Yuto even if I wanted to I don't remember HOW."

Yuto's face creases, ticking to the side. "How to?....."

"Sleep without the blanket," I shift my arms to cross sassily below my breasts, shaking my head at his obvious question.

The room falls silent, the atmosphere suddenly turning almost unbearably still. Yuto's feet drag him to the bed, his back bouncing up and down as he slams against the mattress--which screams in protess. The pull of the night shutters my eyes shut, and I fight to snap them open. When I do, Yuto is sitting on the edge of my bed, mouth smugly twitching into an almost demonically mischievous smirk.

"Not even with me?"

"What?"

Yuto's face unwavers, "You won't even sleep with me?"

I half laugh and sashay my way over to him. My hands rest against his chiseled jaw. Bone structure hard underneath my fingers. He spreads his legs wide enough for me to stand in between them, and the edge of the bed is the only thing keeping me from his member. I kiss his forehead, "Yuto if I get in the same bed with you there's not a chance we're just sleeping."

When I begin to pull away, Yuto grabs each of my wrists, and shoves me to my back on the red, cotton sheets; legs sprawled on either side of me above my navel. My breath burns in my throat. I twist my wrists fiercely in an attempt to slip my way out of his grip like a slug, but his grip is too tight for me to even twist all the way.

"Look at my princess," Yuto coos, giving my chin a short, condescending swipe with one finger before returning his hand back to my wrist. "You look so good underneath me like this..."

"Yuto, I want my blanket. I'm not in the mood to--"

His slips slam into mine, the fury burning on his lips. My eyes strain shut at the contact, and the sudden floaty feeling, a bed made from soft, white, clouds and dandelions, carry me into a town called helplessness. Unconsciously, my back arches, and I don't notice it until my breasts push against his torso. With each pound and push Yuto forces onto me, the more I wonder what it'd be like for him to touch me other places. Or for him to be underneath me.

Yuto smacks his lips away, panting like he's run a 4K. My breathing almost mirrors his, except I'm a little more exhausted; the strain of trying to get away being the cause. No words needed, Yuto immediately takes off his top, his tanned skin reflecting some of the moonlight.

Heat. Heat, heat, heat, heat. Forget the blanket. The way that blanket kept me warm was the same way a mother keeps a child warm. Maybe not warm at all. But this--this type of heat was scorching. Yuto's callused fingers seared every inch of my body as they smoothed over my skin, as his hands rubbed and burned every intimate part of me. My back arching over the cloud of helplessness when his mouth devoured me, ate me whole--as if I starved him of his last few meals. When those beautifully retched fingers circled my folds, ghosting over every nerve. Disgustingly callused fingers so good at their job, juice I never knew could pour out of me squirted.

And him.

Yuto was another sight to see. The way his muscles tightly formed abs in his front, and ripping, shredded back muscles in the back. When I drew my finger down them, and his breathing would hitch as mine---he too was feeling the scorching heat and the thoughts which clawed in his mine--retching for me. How hot the room was as my hand wrapped and massaged him--up and down. I watched as Yuto oozed in my hand, going limp when I picked up the pace. Moans and grunts were thrown in the air as if we were rich people throwing coins to the poor. Creaks from the bed which flooded our ears when he moved in me, hitting every correct spot. Slow trickles of sweat beaded every inch of us during the slaps of skin, and the screams from the bed.

Then I wake up. Frantically I sit upright in my bed, whipping my head from side to side; hope in my heart. Almost screaming at myself for dreaming of something so erotic, I force my legs to throw over the bed, and almost shed a couple tears as I make my way into the kitchen.

Though I know it was just a dream, it didn't feel like one. Why? I could FEEL it. Each pound and thrust I could feel him deep inside me, his member slamming my lower back. Sure, people can feel things in dreams, but...it didn't sit right with me.

Not until I saw who was on my couch.

Yuto, as if he belonged in my house, and wasn't my friend's brother, was sitting on the sofa with a mug in hand. As soon as I cross the threshold of the living room, his head snaps to me, eyes scope me up and down--making me almost slam to the floor-- and he snickers. Then, has the audacity to sip from his mug.

"That--that was real?"

"Yep," Yuto deadpans like he's thought of this all morning. "Also, you're so cute when you're half asleep like this~" he coos, waggling a pointer finger in my direction,

"Shut up before I put your finger the same place it was last night," I bite, crossing my arms and flaring my nostrils.

Yuto snickers yet again, and mumbles something deep into his mug.

"I would like that."

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A/N: yaayyy spicy scene lovers uniiiitteee!! This chapter was like---just ENOUGH spice to where I didn't feel too uncomfortable writing it, but it wasn't too obscure to where you couldn't understand what was going on.

Also it isn't even halfway through the thirty days yet, but what's your favorite story so far? I'm really curious!!

Cheers~