#yoshidaisbabe

[karmaxella]

Pictures | Yoshida Hirofumi

Yoshida Hirofumi x fem!reader

content: slight fluff, fantasies, and caressing hands.

wc: 979

a/n: trying to be active, but I still looove Yoshida. so take this <33 I try to be gentle and slow with this 😭😭

inspo: pictures by ECÂF

You walk up to your apartment, as you recall the moments you had with Yoshida today, in the library.

His hands caressing your cheeks, running them through your hair as he detangles the knots. And you can't wait for more intimate, yet soft moments with him. You want him to know that you're not going anywhere, not yet, not now… Not ever.

He has you painting pictures in your head whenever you think about his fingertips running along the jawline of yours, tickling it was he smothered you with his soft, wet kisses on your lips.

You unlocked your apartment as you walked in, taking off your coat and placing it on the hook. Your stomach growls letting you know it's time to cook dinner for yourself. Just you and no one else.

You began to walk into the kitchen, washing your hands with soap as you dry them off.

Your mind wanders off to Yoshida's smile. It was genuinely interesting to see his plumped lips turn upward whenever he saw you smile back at him.

And honestly? You hoped to see his smile more often when you're with him. You remembered one night at Denji's, that you shared a unforgettable moment with Yoshida.

His hands sending electrifying feelings throughout your body, making you all blushly under the covers with him. Your body remembers the exact movements he did against your skin.

His finger lingering underneath your shirt, rubbing your soft s/c skin, caressing it softly as he listens to your heaved breathing.

The moment he shared his first ever kiss with you… Left you with nothing but longings. You longed for his lips again, again and again… Over again, whenever you got the chance to relax on his chest.

But he never placed his soft lips on yours… Since then.

You began to ponder if he ever liked you like that? In a way a boyfriend would with his girlfriend? Maybe not.

You turned on the stove as you began to dump the vegetables you cut before you left for university. You only cut them because you didn't want to do it when you got home.

It just shows how lazy you are, honestly.

You decided to just have a healthy dinner tonight, since Yoshida always suggest his favorite dishes.

Pork chops with rice and veggies, is what he always suggested. Yoshida told you it was easy to cook, and it was never hard.

Suddenly, another scenario appears into your mind, once again.

Yoshida is behind you, hugging you as he helps you cook the dish. And you're smiling, shying away with your head turned aside.

You're sure this image is you and Yoshida, cooking dinner together for the first time in your imaginary world.

You just hoped that sooner or later, you and Yoshida do go into that… Kind of relationship.

That couple relationship.

Doesn't matter if there are arguments, tears or regrets. Because you know that all relationships aren't made picture perfect, but you just hoped you and Yoshida go into that kind of relationship.

It was no pressure on your end, but maybe it could be with Yoshida? Maybe.

You watch as the vegetables boil in the pot, floating around the bubbly water.

When you are too preoccupied with your cooking… A soft knock is at your door. You decide to think it was just the kids next door playing Ding-Dong Ditch or something.

But the knock happens again, just a little louder this time.

"Coming," you sigh in disappointment.

You were just fantasing about Yoshida, and this happens?

You pull your hair into a bun as you walk towards your front door, kicking your boots aside and unlocking the doorknob.

You opened up the door, and you're met with the least expected. Yoshida.

Your voice doesn't come out when he talks, and you never made out what he said since it wasn't audible.

And you let out a 'huh?'

"We need to talk… Seriously."

Your eyes widened for a nanosecond, before nodding. You let him into your apartment, as you fixed your shoe rack and picking up the clothes from your living room.

You were just fantasing about him… So, why now? Of all other places and timings?

"What did you want to talk about?" You asked, as you shoved your clothes into your laundry basket.

Yoshida walks into your apartment, placing himself onto your couch as he grabbed your photo album.

But he stops, and he's staring at your journal.

The words printed on your journal is the initials of 'Y' and 'H', but he doesn't think much of it.

Although, he picks it up anyways.

Your eyes widened and you wasted no time in speed walking towards him, snatching the journal from him.

"What's wrong?" Yoshida asked.

What's wrong? You were just about to invade my privacy.

"This is my personal journal–"

"-With my initials?" He raised a brow.

"I'm cooking."

You hurried towards your kitchen and checking the vegetables, and they were cooked done. So, you drained them and placed them into a plate. Yoshida watches you from the couch, carefully analyzing you and your movements in the kitchen.

When you're too preoccupied with the pork chops… You feel a pair of hands, as they instructed you with the cutting process.

"Like this," Yoshida's hands are on top of yours, helping you cut and skin the pork.

Your breathing is slightly getting heavier with him this close to you. Hos breathing is fanning over your shoulder, as he leaned his chin in the crook of your neck.

"Are you making that dish I told you about?" He asked.

"Yeah… Yeah, I am."

He only hums back in response. But you're quick to ask him question you've been wanting to know for a long time.

"Yoshida?" You turned to him, taking his hands in yours.

"Hm?"

"Do you… Like… Me?"