Description: Shower sex literally doesn’t work but this is fiction so hey, no one dies here.
Warning: Porn with a plot??
As Yuta opened his eyes, the room was still dark, his eyes having to adjust to the lack of light. Knowing full well it was way to early to actually be getting up, he blindly swept his hand over the cold sheets, in search of his phone that was usually tucked beneath his pillow, but more often than not, got moved around in his sleep. Finally finding it, nearly at the edge of the bed and at risk of falling off, Yuta switched it on, immediately wincing at the bright light assaulting his eyes. Blinking to return his vision, Yuta was more than pleased to see it was only 4AM, not even close to morning. Grinning to himself, he tossed his phone to the side and buried back in the covers, before the suddenly realization hit him and his eyes flashed open again. Where’s Y/N?
It didn’t occur to him that you’d slept over, and were now no longer in his bed, until now. Mind awake, Yuta flung the bedding off of him, and sprung out of bed, flicking the bedroom light on. Your phone and shoes were still in his room, you couldn’t be far. And with that, Yuta went on his ‘quest’ to find his missing lover.
More times than he could count, he’d found you in the living room, quietly watching a show you were previously watching before bed. And you’d leave to watch in the other room, so you wouldn’t wake Yuta. Or he’s catch you sneaking secret hot chocolate at 2AM in his kitchen, trying your hardest to not make noise despite getting distracted, and always missing the countdown on the microwave.
Though, when he checked both places, Yuta found you in neither. Now, he panicked. Knowing full well you had to still be in the apartment, he couldn’t help but scramble from room to room. even checking closets just in case, to find you. Yuta was on the verge of just calling the cops, for whatever reason, before he passed his old roommate’s door and heard the water running.
Of course, I’m an idiot. Yuta mentally smacked himself. Y/N’s showering, I’m actually an idiot, wow.
It completely slipped his mind, that after his roommate had moved out, leaving the apartment completely to Yuta, that he’d taken to using the other shower. When he moved in, his roommate already had the apartment, so of course he took the better room and bath. So without his old friend here, Yuta planned to move in to the bigger room. But then, he was too lazy to move everything, and decided to just use the better shower since he wasn’t planning on filling the spare room.
Pushing the door open, sure enough, he found your clothes laid out on the desk left in the spare room, and the bathroom door barely closed.
“Y/N?” Yuta called, pausing as the door, not wanting to spook you by just slamming the door open and end up in the ER before morning.
“Yeah?” You hummed back, continuing to enjoy the steam and heat built up in the warm shower, as opposed to the now cooler rooms thanks to autumn arriving.
“You okay?” Yuta asked, pushing the door open and getting hit with the muggy air built up in the tiled room. “It’s 4am? What are you doing up so early?”
“I couldn’t sleep,” You shrugged, watching his silhouette through the class panel walking over to sit on the toilet as you showered. “It’s too cold, and you haven’t gotten the heat fixed, have you?”
He was quiet and you snickered at whatever excuse he was going to make for being lazy this time.
“I was going to! I promise!” Yuta swore, his voice immediately got higher as he tried to lie and be innocent.
“But?” You asked mockingly. Hearing the usually so put together, and confident man trip over himself at your accusation was too good. It’s one of the perks of being his, only you get to see him this way.
“But-!” Yuta sighed, and gave up, slouching against the porcelain, “It was cold yesterday…I didn’t want to go out…”
“And now it’s cold inside.” You replied, rinsing your hair. “So, how are you going to fix this?”
“Why do I have to do it?” Yuta whined, sinking lower against his seat. “You basically live here too! And you work right down the street from the heating thing! Can’t I just give you money or something and you do it?”
“Yeah, you could.” You nodded to yourself, agreeing. “Why didn’t you think of that yesterday?”
“You know I was distracted.” Yuta scowled.
“Mhmm, I’m sure you were. Distracted by what?”
“That fucking skirt you wore to dinner,” Yuta growled, “You know that one’s my favorite!”