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[evergreen-endo]

TELOMERES — y. endo

cw: 18+ mdni. blasphemy, allusions to religious iconography(?); endo views reader as something like a god that needs to be worshipped. and he also cries during sex (canon). wc: 600 :P short lil thing.

Endo Yamato is a vessel.

Built with a desire to serve the divine, he is deeply fulfilled by being used to please you. If you never asked, he wouldn’t dare to interfere with something so sacred— never would have thought he deserved to fill you up when your existence beside him is enough to make him feel full.

And yet, so graciously, you let him in. 

It fascinates him– the way your body morphs to eagerly fit him inside you. It almost feels blasphemous; this erotic display of want, need, for him alone? 

Your pussy drools its affection as he pushes himself deeper inside. He brings a crooked finger down to where it drips, pooling on the sheets, distraught at the thought of letting any part of you go without reverence. He’s hesitant when he brings his hand up to his lips, but your eyes meet his in silent permission. His breath catches in his throat before he wraps his lips around the digit, eyes fluttering shut with bliss at the taste of you. 

His heart slams inside his chest, a contrast against the achingly slow roll of his hips— the increasingly wet sounds spurring on his high. 

Endo can’t rip his eyes away from where the two of you connect. He feels at home inside of you, like could he melt into you— merge with you. You greet him with such a warm welcome, sucking him inside so greedily as if he’s everything you need, like a lifeline. He knows he doesn’t deserve to place himself on the same pedestal as you, but the thought makes him feel so warm inside, all flushed cheeks and butterflies because to feel so desired is a dream. 

He takes in a sharp inhale at the all too familiar tingle that shoots up from his heart and settles between his eyes. Warmth stings around his tear ducts and the corners of his vision blur. It irks him not to see you clearly for even a second, and he blinks rapidly, warm tears splattering onto your chest until you’re no longer hazy. A lovesick grin splits across his face— breathy laughs escaping him as tears drip steadily from his cheeks. 

Endo’s bottom lip wobbles in awe when he realizes your eyes are on him too. His hand flies to your face, thumb stroking your cheek like you were the one crying. He pants declarations of your beauty against your lips like a mantra. It’s not that he thinks you need the reminder— not with the way you carry yourself, or take his breath away with every glance— but he is never shy to praise you. 

Against his lips, you whisper so lightly he thinks he could’ve dreamed it. Never in his lifetime could he imagine you’d will him to become a part of you. A lowly vessel like himself, ingrained into something so holy. He has half a mind to deny your request, to tell you spilling inside you is an act of desecration. But who is he to deny you? 

So he rolls his hips the way that makes you arch your back, his tears rolling into the divots of your collarbones and up your neck. You glisten, chest raised to the heavens, lips parted in the shape of pleasure. He feels you coming undone before your sweet voice can manage to ring out, and he rubs gentle circles on your clit in acknowledgment. It’s funny, he thinks, how this is the best he has to give when he is fulfilled simply by your allowance of him in your presence. He weeps, grateful, warm tears splattering once again on the exposed flesh of your chest while he fills you up.