Y/N's P.O.V.

"I don't plan to." I tell him, looking at those ice cold blue eyes, then down to his lips. 

"That's what I like to hear," he responds as he tightens his grip on my hips. A small moan escapes my mouth, cut off by the newly repeated pressure on my lips. I'm trying to decide if I should undress him or not, but it takes too long to decide; he breaks the kiss to take another breath. 

"Do you..." 

"Do I?"

"Can I see your neck?"

"I'm sorry?" The question hits the same way as when he asked me to open his curtains a few weeks ago. Seems like it's been ages. 

"Lift you hair to one side and tilt your head, I want to see it." His voice is lower, more demanding. I've either done something completely out of line, or things are about to get fun.

I grab my hair, clenching it in my fist for dramatic effect as I push it over the (not dominant side) side of my head. It falls, most of it laying in a giant layer on other side, just a few strands on the side it belongs to. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing, I wanted to see it is all."

"Do I need to move it back?"

"Not yet. Can I..." he bites his lip. It's cute. "Can I kiss it?"

"You've done it before, you don't have to ask." I answer, an airy laugh escaping.

"Very well then, thank you." 

He begins tracing my jaw with his fingertip, pushing lightly to see how I react. I don't give him the reaction he wants, apparently, as he leans in immediately to place small kisses down the side of my neck. Another small moan breaks free, that's the reaction he wants; a light smile against the skin on my neck. I place my hand on his shoulder to keep myself from sinking in the newfound pleasure. 

One hand on my face, the other on my hip. The latter hand presses further into my skin, his top knuckles pushing me further into him. "Yusuke, I can't go past your stomach, it won't work." I mutter to him, getting a noise that signifies he brushed me off. What does startle me is the change from light kisses on my neck to multiple kisses in one spot. Goosebumps rush up my skin just as my mind presents me a complete thought. I'm getting a hickey.

"Are you giving me a hickey?" I ask, sliding my hand from his shoulder to his face to push him off. 

"Possibly. You gave me your permission to kiss your neck."

"I didn't give you permission to cover my skin with pretty blues and purples."

"It... could be for artistic purposes..." He tries, unsuccessfully making eye contact as he faces me again. "I needed reference is all."

"Are you sure it didn't have to do with Akechi the other day? He said something to you that pissed you off; it was evident as he walked out Leblanc's door."

His face hardens and turns a bright pink. "That's not it."

I'm on a roll; I think I just found what the source of all the funny business lately. "Then, why the arms around me as I sleep at night?"

"I've done that since we first slept together."

I hum at him. "It's always been one arm, two suddenly the other day. Why the start?"

"H-Haven't you heard the rumors of Kosei being haunted in the summer? I can't afford for you to fall in love with what lives in the walls..."

"Yeah, just like there's a cat that turns into a helicopter. You're, how they say, jealous."

"Y/N, your ludicrousness concerns me. I think you're exhausted."

"I think you're afraid I'm going to leave you for someone I have no interest in."

"Absurd!"

"No, I think you're looking for a way to prove to the world I belong to you."

He sighs. I take my cue to push myself off his lap. Yusuke doesn't look at me; instead turning to his desk before he can think of something to say. "Is that so wrong?"

"No, but as someone you're investigating intimacy with, shouldn't you ask?"

He sighs again. "Yes, I should. I'm sorry, Darling. Y/N, may I please attempt a hickey?" He pauses and looks at my neck again. "It's a beautiful (skin color) canvas that cries out to be decorated with blues and purples in shades beyond comprehension."

"Are you sure you don't double as a vampire?" I ask him, balancing seriousness in my joking tone. He's pale enough to be one, change my mind.

"I don't. I stay as teenage boy who happens to wield a Persona. Then I appear as a kitsune in that world. But you.." He stops again, desire settling in his gaze. "You.. you're stunning both in the real world and the Metaverse. I couldn't possibly bear your loss. As possessive as it seems, you're supposed to stay mine and mine alone."

"That's the goal. I don't plan on leaving your side. I've fallen for your charming kitsune ways." 

He chuckles, nodding to himself. "That's good. Now please, Y/N. Let an artist do his work!"

"Make me." He's radiating top energy, let's see if he'll truly be a top.

(Hey, me again. If you're no interested in make outs, I'll bold the next letter of the non make out part. Otherwise, if you're here for it, keep on!)

"Make you what? My canvas? Gladly." He leans forward and balances himself on his knees, then grabs my arm and positions me just right so he has full power over me. It's really kinda hot, but everything about this boy is incredibly hot. It pisses me off.

He pushes me down by the shoulders, my head hitting his pillow with a muffled 'oomph'. One hand is pressed to my left arm, the other my right. His fingers work softly up and down, until he loses his patience and pins my wrists over my head. I let out a gasp in surprise, but nothing too serious. He can't have full power over me yet. 

He leans down, his breath hot on my ear. "Keep your wrists there, or so help me you'll wish you had listened to me. It's your choice, Y/N."

"Fuck off," I hiss back at him. That's the wrong move, as that earns me a tighter grip on my wrists. 

"Do as I say, Darling. It'll help you out."

I don't get to respond; instead one hand moves down to my hips, the other hand loosening the grip on my wrists. He's not moving that hand yet, but I'm sure he will soon. His face moves down from my ear to my neck, breath warm on the sensitive spot he found before and he knows it. Yusuke places his lips at the base of my neck, then slowly works his way upward to where that spot was. 

It starts with a nip, then as a way to cool the spot off, he gives me a light kiss in place of where it had been. His hand on my hip line moves slowly up beneath my shirt, stopping at my waist. He's waiting to see if I'll give him a reaction. I don't give him what he wants; instead I squirm a bit to piss him off. He doesn't enjoy it; the kiss is replaced by a harder nip, allowing me a yelp in surprise. 

He shushes me then places a chaste kiss to my lips. When his lips leave mine, they go back to the spot where he nipped my neck and he does his best to suck the pain away. It's a sensational feeling, a feeling so good I move my hands to pull him closer to me. I grab a hold of Yusuke's hand and pull him closer to the soft point on my neck he's taking advantage of. In punishment of my moving, he squeezes my waist as hard as he can; the callouses on his fingertips bringing any sense of comfort in to the delicious ache he gives me.

The hand that was on my waist moves upward; his fingers reaching the bottom of the fabric of my bra. I'm waiting to see if he'll reach beneath, or if he'll struggle like he did the other time he did this. I'm placing my bet on the latter, but I also wish to be surprised. 

"Sit up for me, why don't you. I'd like to see this masterpiece I've painted on your skin." Both hands have made their way to my waist to pull me up, allowing him to see the damage he's done to my neck. He marvels in the glory of whatever he's done; I only get a slight throbbing feeling. Not painful, but it's not comfortable either. 

"Y/N, you truly have been marked as my own. I'm so very proud of what I've done, I'd like to do it again another time, if you wouldn't mind."

"I want to see the damage first."

"Oh, of course." His voice wavers, but he covers it up in a confident swing of his leg so he's no longer on top of me. I slide off the bed in response and look for my phone in my bag. He's a boy, he wouldn't have a mirror in here.

I type in the passcode and pull open the camera app, flipping it into 'selfie' mode of whatever the hideous name for that mode is called. On the left side of my neck is a purple and blue blotch, the size of a 500 yen piece. Not huge, but not as easy to hide either. 

"Well, Yusuke." I say as I turn my phone off. "It looks pretty damn good. Have you done this before?"

He turns a bright red and looks toward the floor. "I haven't. You're the first one to receive a hickey from me. I hope you aren't in too much pain."

I shake my head, a smile forming. "No, I'm perfectly alright. A bit tired though, I won't lie to you."

He returns it. "I can lend you one of my clean shirts for tonight, if you like."

"That's perfect. Thanks." 

"Of course. I'll have to find one. Thank you for..."

I hold a hand to stop him. "No need. I have something I'll try on you one day soon. Just not now, because that sphinx and the rush of hormones has me exhausted."

"Understandable. Here we go." He picks up a shirt from beside his canvas and tosses it to me. I catch it and begin to shed my gross clothes, pausing to dig through my bag for underwear. I'm stopped when I pull a pair from the side. 

"The bathroom is beside you if you'd like to change in there."

"Nah. I'll probably have you turn when I take off my current underwear if you don't mind. Otherwise, I don't mind. You've seen me mostly naked."

"Oh, yes. Let me know when you need to me avert my gaze. I'd hate to..."

"Turn around. You're awkward." I tell him. 

"My sincerest..."

"Shhh, Yusuke. Just let me change really fast."

"Sure, yes. Continue." He turns around and runs a shaky hand through his hair. I don't have to explain how to change my underwear, so I change em out and wrap the pair I wore today in my shorts and throw said shorts into the pile of laundry to be done. I think that's on the agenda for tomorrow. 

"C-Can I turn around now, Y/N?"

"Yeah. I have to change my shirt out, so if you want to see that, you can."

He makes a strange noise in response. I brush it off and change out my shirt, Yusuke turning semi steadily around to watch me finish up. I brush out the hem of the borrowed shirt, some of the wrinkles I can't get out by pressing forcefully. His face sinks to one of disappointment, but he missed it. He turned slowly around, I get dressed quickly. 

"Okay, your turn." I say as I pass by him, patting his shoulder on the way to his bed. "I won't look, promise."

"No, that's not needed. I'll use the bathroom." He picks his clothes up and hurries himself into the bathroom, the door slamming shut and the lock clicking. I laugh to myself as I settle on the bed, this time to be comfortable and not receive another nice ass bruise. The hickey still tingles, but it's a dull roar now; a sense of relief washes through me. I pull the covers up to my waist, leaning against the wall to stay up for him.

Yusuke's P.O.V.

Oh dear God. I asked the girl to allow me to give her a hickey? Shouldn't that be something I can do without... permission now? Though, in the time I spent educating myself on normal relationship things, consent is the way to do things.  (Yes, I'm sorry. I had to)

Her words swim in my skull. 'I think you're looking for a way to prove to the world I belong to you.'  She's not wrong. Just like she was right with Akechi bothering me in the way he did a few days back. 'Kitagawa, some girl you got there. I like her.' I bit my lip as he walked out that door, calling him names in my head as the bell clinked and Boss saw us in.

"Y/N!" I find myself calling through the door, gripping the handle and yanking it open. There's a soft tap on the floor as Y/N takes a few steps toward the door. She's halfway across the room as I realize I'm half naked and hellbent on either sleeping or making out. The rage has dissolved into hormones, and I'm not so sure how it's going to play out.

"Yeah? What's wrong?" She comes to a pause in front of me, glancing at me until she settles somewhere on my face.

"I don't think you need to hear my woes regarding not losing you, I feel like this has run it's course, but I consider you my.."  Oh my God, what am I saying? 

"Your?"

I grabbed her, I didn't have the words to not embarrass myself. I pulled her to my chest and I squeezed her tighter than I did when we got here. She let out a gasp, then an understanding noise. "I'm not going anywhere. I thought you knew that."

"I'm having an internal predicament, and it's been subconsciously gnawing away at me for a few days now. I hate to do this to you, but I really need you to listen to me."

She looks up at me and gives me a nod. "Of course."

...

"To sum it all up, this is where my thoughts have brought me. It's rather unfair I force you to submit to my hormones and then force you to listen to my emotions, for that I sincerely apologize." Y/N only nods in response as she sits across from me. I close my mouth, letting her take in what I just told her. She taps something out on her thigh as she thinks through it; giving a faint hum as she does. The silence is not the most comfortable thing I've experienced, but it's better than other situations I've been in. 

"So, Yusuke, I did a little thinking just now, and I have news for you."

"Okay? What's this news?"

"I think you may be overthinking some things. It's time I teach you some things about girls who 'aren't like other girls'."

"Oh dear God."

"No no, hear me out." She stands up on the mattress and places her hands on her hips, giving me another hum. As soon as her thought starts, it stops and she steps down to set up the stand and break out a canvas. "I'll buy you a new one, but I think it's a visualizer you need to understand all the thoughts you have."

Y/N's moving at her own speed; rushing around the room then going through multiple watercolors and other materials she keeps telling me she'll replace when we go out sometime again. I give her a half smile; the other half stays as a straight line as I contemplate what she could possibly be whipping up.

It takes her a few minutes to finish her piece, the stand collapses and she flips around the canvas. "Forgive the dripping, I'll have to prop it back up, but-" I lose her voice for a moment as I take in the piece of art in front of me. Y/N's a little odd in her own ways, but of all possible shapes she could make of this diagram, she chose a heart.

"The left side here, all the darker colors; the sadder colors. These are what represent your thoughts. For example, it bothers you a bit you're a bit down on your luck monetarily, and now that you have to run after me, it becomes a 'sheesh, now I have to spend money on her'." She flips a pen over to the closed and connects it to a bright color. "This color here, this is the reality of Y/N, and probably some other girls. Some of us aren't looking to spend your money. Some of us may also happen to be broke, but as my boyfriend, you're not my ATM. Flowers are nice every once in a while, but I'm not going to wake up tomorrow and demand 14,000 yen from you about something I dreamt up at 1:30 this morning."

She slides her pen back to the left and down to another darker color. It's the biggest one of the three colors on the left, and by deduction, it's the biggest on the right and brighter side. "You're not good enough." She takes in a sharp breath and slides her pen to the right. "That's something I guarantee you everyone suffers from. It's difficult. But, and maybe I'm wrong for this mindset, if someone can some to love you for who you are, you should be comfortable enough with yourself within yourself to love you. I know this wasn't a big thing on your priority list Yusuke, but it was enough for you to put some complex thought into it. You're not too uncomfortable in yourself, but you struggle with ensuring you're the best artist you can be. You are. You're incredibly talented, you need to see it."

The same motion with her pen again and the same breath. "This bottom part. This is everything else. These are your problems that you've chosen to be vague about or aren't ready to explore yet. I understand both of those situations and those thought processes. It's not designed small for any other reason than I ran out of room on the heart, and it was an accident. The color to match is also small, but all these colors contrast in a beautiful way to prove that with bad there is good. I don't think there's anything more beautiful than that." Y/N opens the pen as she flips it around and signs her name on the bottom corner. 

"I dunno if you want to keep this or not, it's up to you, but it's time for me to sleep. I just almost killed myself a couple times, and the only thing I can do is sleep off the adrenaline rush." She places all the supplies on the desk, informing me she'll clean them up tomorrow. 

"I'll get the light." I offer, but she stops me once more. 

"I'm up, don't worry." She crosses the room and flicks off the switch, trading carefully back as to not slip over anything. She loses her balance in the middle of the room, grumbles something about laundry then proceeds to make an adorable fool of herself as she feels around for the bed.

"Yusuke, I demand a nightlight."

"Are you afraid of the dark, Y/N?"

"No, but I'm clumsy. Where are you?"

I extend my hand to her as she steps closer. She takes it awkwardly, her steps becoming more of trips over her own two feet. She does well taking tiny steps until one foot gets under the other successfully, pushing forward and right into me. Her head hits my jaw and I fall backward onto the bed, her presence on top of me.

"I don't like this. I'm sorry I fell into you, but you really have to do something about this shirt."

I laugh in response. "You truly are a work of art, did you know that?"

"So you've told me. Here's the pillow, thank God." Y/N pauses. "Could you please lose it? You can keep your pants, but you have a really nice chest; as cringy as it is."

I shake my head. She can't see it, but I give her an exaggerated sigh and make a false show of how difficult for me it is to do this. My shirt hits the ground with a soft noise, the mattress creaking beneath me as I lay down. I feel a hand near me; a fingertip following the side of my torso.

"Here's what I want."

She places her head on me. A surprised noise escapes me, but it isn't too loud of one. If she notices, she says nothing. "I hope you don't mind I'm choosing to lay here."

"Not at all."

Her head, as creepy as it sounds, is a nice warmth in the newfound freezing my room is. Her breaths come to a slow as she moves a bit more to get comfortable. Y/N looks up at me one final time before I lose her to sleep. "Good night, Yusuke. I love you."

I wrap an arm around her. "I love you too, Y/N. Good night."

She lets out a sigh, wrapping an arm around me to fully secure her comfort. "Thank you for choosing me." It's muttered. I don't catch it first, but she's settled in for good now.

I find myself muttering back. "Thank you, Y/N. For doing the same."