Hi Kirisaki-daichi! Thank you for the request! I hope I wrote
our dear fun boy to your liking!
Yuuji Terushima – Date Prompt #21 –
Drive-in Movie
Your eyes are riveted on the huge screen in front of you, the intensity
of the scene making you suspend your next handful of popcorn half way to your
mouth. Just as the monster jumps out to attack you feel a hand on your thigh.
Popcorn flies everywhere as both hands shoot up in the air, a scream ripping
from your lips.
Next to you, your goof of a boyfriend is laughing his ass off.
“Damn it Yuuji! Look what you made me do!” you say with a huff as
you pick popcorn out of your hair. You aren’t paying attention to him and
squeal when you feel his tongue ring slide between your cleavage. “Yuuji, what
the hell-“
You look at his smug face while he chews. “What, didn’t want it
to go to waste,” he says grinning after he swallows the popcorn he plucked from
between your breasts.
“Yeah, well, you owe me another bag,” you retort smacking his
arm.
“Ok, ok princess, I’ll get you your precious popcorn,” he groans
getting out of the car. You watch him go, still picking up pieces of your
errant snack and chucking them out the window for the birds and squirrels to
enjoy.
Dating Yuuji, while fun, can sometimes be exhausting given his
propensity for immature behavior. No wonder he fits right in with the rest of
the boys at your college. Having transferred from Japan to go to school in your
home country, he was quickly picked up by one of the fraternities known for
their party hardy ways. It was at a mixer for your house and his that you met.
Usually you don’t date freshman but he was persistent until you finally agreed
to one date. One date turned into two then three and before you knew it you
were Yuuji Terushima’s girlfriend.
Turning your attention back to the movie you scrunch up onto the
seat, arms wrapped around your bent knees. Ever since you moved here for school
you’ve loved coming to the drive-in theatre near the campus. It’s a great shot
of nostalgia but thankfully they play the latest movies. Tonight, you’ve opted
for horror. Minutes pass and you’re getting antsy; where the hell could he be?
Looking out the passenger window you can’t see him at the concession
stand any longer. Maybe he had to use the bathroom.
When you turn to look back at the screen you scream when Yuuji’s
face appears right next to you just outside the window. Laughing again, he goes
around the front of the car and opens the door, jumping into the seat next to
you, a large popcorn in his hands.
“Oh Y/N, you should have seen your face, you make going to the movies
fun!” he laughs extending the bag to you.
“You’re such an ass!” you exclaim but take the proffered
buttered carbs.
“Yes, but I’m your ass, so there,” he quips back grabbing a handful
and shoving it in his mouth. Rolling your eyes, you look back at the movie,
determined to ignore him for the rest of the night, or at least until the movie
is over.
For a blessed fifteen minutes your plan works and you feel
him shift closer to you, his arm wrapping around your shoulders. Oh…well…this
is nice you think, snuggling into his embrace. A second later, he has you
inhaling sharply when he places his hand on the side of your head and sticks
his tongue in your ear. He moves quickly to your lobe, nibbling it with his
teeth while caressing your cheek.
“Yuuji,” you breath out, eyes fluttering shut as his lips suck
down the side of your neck, teeth nipping your flesh every so often making you
jerk.
“Just watch the movie, Y/N,” he breathes in your ear and you can
hear the smirk in his voice as he adds, “If you can.” He goes back to work,
lips, teeth, tongue (and tongue ring) trailing all over your skin. Your heart
is racing, face and neck flushing as blood rushes through your veins at an
increased pace.
“Don’t you,” you pant out, “don’t you want to see it too?”
“You’re much more entertaining,” he purrs, hand trailing down
the curve of your waist to grip your hip, kneading the flesh.
You try, you really try to pay attention to the scenes happening
in front of you but he’s just so damn good
with his mouth. Foregoing further pretense, you haul yourself onto him, straddling
his lap. “Now this is my idea of a story with a happy ending,” he says cheekily,
crushing his lips to yours.
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