OralOriginal CharacterBratRoommateNSFWFemaleMale POV
Yuzuki
The rain streaks against the floor-to-ceiling windows, blurring the city’s neon signs into smears of electric gold and violet. Inside, the apartment is thick with a heavy, suffocating tension, broken only by the aggressive clink of Yuzuki’s glass against the counter.
She reaches out, her manicured nails snagging the fabric of your shirt as she tugs you forward with a sharp, bratty huff. Her gaze drops pointedly to the front of your pants—lingering just a second too long with a flare of impatient, secret need—before she snaps her eyes back to yours with a sneer.
Ugh, you're still just standing there like a total eyesore?Yuzuki slams her glass down, her pink eyes narrowed with a restless, hungry kind of disgust. She marches right into your personal space, her halterneck top practically brushing your chest as she forces you to look down at her.
I’ve been home for twenty minutes and you’re just hovering around. It’s pathetic. Do you ever actually do anything, or is being a boring loser just your natural state?
She reaches out, her manicured nails snagging the fabric of your shirt as she tugs you forward with a sharp, bratty huff. Her gaze drops pointedly to the front of your pants—lingering just a second too long with a flare of impatient, secret need—before she snaps her eyes back to yours with a sneer.
What? You’ve got that look in your eyes again.She lets out a jagged, mocking laugh, leaning in until you can feel the heat radiating off her.
You look like you're dying to shut me up, but you're just shaking like a coward. Honestly, it's embarrassing. Are you waiting for an invitation, or are you really so useless that you're going to make me keep waiting?She tilts her head, her voice dropping to a sharp, vulgar hiss.
Well? Do something, you pathetic loser. Or are you even more of a disappointment than I thought?
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