My Ice-King : Hanamitchi

The door opened with a quiet click, and Y/N stepped out, the soft glow of the room catching the shimmer of her off-white silk nightdress. It clung delicately to her porcelain skin, the lace tracing along her collarbone and down her sides like a whisper. Her shoulders were still faintly damp from the shower, her skin dewy and warm. A towel loosely held up her damp hair.

She walked gracefully to the edge of the bed, sat down, and began taking out her skincare — the little routine that grounded her no matter where she was.

Yuri sat on the other side of the bed, leaning back on one arm, his gaze never leaving her.

He watched her in silence.

The way she dabbed the serum on her cheeks, the way her lips pressed in soft focus as she rubbed it in. Every movement was ordinary — yet it made his heart ache. Because she looked so her in that moment. So calm, so present, yet slowly slipping from his grasp.

His throat tightened, but he said nothing.

Instead, he reached out — his fingers brushing gently against the exposed skin of her back, just under the lace.

She paused, slowly looking over her shoulder, meeting his eyes.

Yuri (quietly):

"Why do you have to be so beautiful even when you're about to break my heart?"

Y/N's lips parted, her heart skipping a beat.

She turned, her voice low — not teasing, but soft, raw.

Y/N:

"Because I want you to remember me like this…"

She placed the last bottle down and shifted slightly, facing him fully.

The space between them felt heavy with meaning — with love and longing.. 

Yuri moved in close, wordlessly, his arms wrapping around her waist from behind. The silk of her nightdress was soft beneath his touch, but not softer than the warmth of her skin.

He leaned his chin gently on her shoulder, his breath brushing against her neck.

Then came the kiss — light, tender, almost reverent.

He kissed her neck once… then again, slower this time. She closed her eyes, her hand reaching up to hold his arm where it rested across her middle.

Her breath hitched, and her body leaned back into him instinctively — as if she needed his presence to stay grounded, to hold her together before she had to let go.

Y/N (barely a whisper):

"Yuri…"

Yuri (voice husky, low):

"Hmm?"

She turned slowly in his embrace, her hands finding his chest as their eyes met — both of them glassy, soft, their cheeks faintly flushed from the wine and the weight of everything unspoken.

She didn't answer right away. Instead, her eyes scanned his face — the curve of his lips, the softness in his gaze, the way he was waiting.

Waiting for her.

And then, without warning — no hesitation this time — she leaned in and kissed him.

It was gentle at first, lips brushing, testing the space between them. But then it deepened — slow, longing, honest. Her hands slid up around his neck, drawing him closer. His arms wrapped tightly around her waist, responding with the same ache, the same fire, the same desperate hope that this moment could stretch forever.

Their breaths mingled, heavy and urgent, the warmth between them sparking into something deeper — something that had waited too long.

His hands cradled her face as their kisses grew more desperate, lips brushing, then colliding, tasting the fear of goodbye and the hunger to remember.

Yuri pulled back for just a moment, his lips brushing against her ear, his voice low and trembling.

Yuri:

"Babe… I want you so much."

There was no hesitation.

Y/N's fingers slipped up to his jaw, holding him close as she whispered against his lips:

Y/N:

"I want you too."

That was all it took.

The silence that followed was filled with breath, touch, the rustle of sheets and the quiet moans shared between souls who knew this night might be their last like this.

Clothes slipped away. Words melted into kisses. And for a time, there was nothing but skin and soul and the sound of the sea beyond the glass wall.

It wasn't just passion — it was memory being made.

He continued showering kisses around her body, spreading his marks around it...

He lower down his head reaching out his breast shower with soft kisses playing by his tongue ..

His other hand trailed from her breast down caressing her waist as his free hand reached between her thighs ... earning a gasp from her when he slipped in his hand inside her underwear... as he search her aching hole with his fingers... her legs were trembling... toes were curling against the sheets as she squirmed beneath him...

The sounds of her juices licking out from her core... his fingers going in and out of her added up to the music her moans were creating for him...

She whisperingly moaned his name... feeling his aching lust that brushed on her clit ...and upon hearing his name, he accidentally bit her nipple causing her to let out another loud moan... "Yuri…" soothing the pain by blowing his hot breath on it before taking it into his mouth once again...he sat on his knees... reached for her underwear before pulling it down completely out of her

He reached for one of her legs... gently stretching it to him and placed kisses along her inner thigh...he smiled before placing one last kiss on her leg...

He hover at the top of her staring at her and kiss her forehead

Her hands trailed to his shoulders and rested them on it... feeling his member brushing along her entrance... she threw her head to the side and waited for the pain... but instead, feeling his lips on the side of her eyes... kissing her , he swiftly inserted himself inside her...

"Babe i will be waiting for you..."

His words meant a lot of things... and she clearly knew what he meant... with that, he claimed her lips once again, distracting her when he started pulling himself out of her and pushing in... hands gripped on her bottom, lifting it up to push himself

more...

She moaned in his mouth... digging her nails on his shoulder while one of her legs wrapped around his waist...

Moans and groans filled their room right after they broke out from their kiss... hips were moving on its own as he continuously thrust himself in and out of her...

"Yuri.. uh…uhh.."

She kept calling his name... voice was shaking and eyes were tightly close, she could feel herself near her release...

He buried his face on the crook of her neck... his body stilled as he let out a loud growl and joined her in reaching heaven...

"I love you Yuri Hanamitchi..."He heard her whisper in her tired voice...

He was still on top of her... too tired to pull out and roll over to the side, he kept his arms around her body... continued to suck on her neck... taking advantage of her stillness...

"I love you too Y/N..."

Wrapped in the quiet glow of dawn, they lay beneath the soft blanket, limbs entangled, hearts beating close enough to echo as one.

There was no space between them — not even a sliver of cold air. Yuri's arm was draped around Y/N's waist, pulling her in as if even in sleep, he refused to let her go. Her face rested gently on his chest, her warm breath creating small clouds of warmth against his skin with every exhale.

His fingers slowly brushed along her back beneath the blanket, absentmindedly, like a rhythm he never wanted to forget.

She wasn't asleep.

Neither was he.

They just didn't speak — afraid that saying something might break the fragile moment they'd created. A moment that felt like it belonged in a world untouched by time.

The waves outside still crashed gently.

A soft breeze rustled through the curtains.

But in that bed, in that little beach house tucked away from everything, the world was still.

Yuri (whispering, barely a breath):

"If time could stop… I'd stop it right here."

Y/N (softly):

"Me too…"

And so, wrapped in each other's arms, they slowly drifted to sleep.

No more words were needed.

No more promises.

The soft morning light filtered through the sheer curtains, casting a golden hue across the room. It touched her face gently — like the sun itself had whispered, "Hey… it's morning."

Y/N stirred, her lashes fluttering open to find herself still in Yuri's arms. His face was peaceful, his breathing steady, his lashes long and still. For a moment, she just stared at him, memorizing every detail — the way the corner of his lips curved faintly in sleep, the softness in his jaw.

Her fingers reached out, brushing gently along his eyelashes…

Then his nose…

Then finally, his lips.

She leaned in, pressing a featherlight kiss to them, her heart tightening with the thought of what today would bring.

Just as she was pulling away, she froze at the sound of his voice:

Yuri (smirking, eyes still closed):

"Done with taking advantage of me?"

Her eyes widened, her cheeks instantly flushing red.

Y/N:

"Y-Yuri!"

She tried to sit up quickly, flustered and embarrassed — but before she could, he caught her wrist gently, pulling her back down beneath him.

He hovered over her now, his body warm, his gaze playful but intense.

Yuri (with a teasing whisper):

"You make me horny again, babe…"

Her breath caught, and for a moment, the seriousness of the day melted into his touch, his eyes, and the way he looked at her — like he had no intention of letting her leave this bed.

Y/N (softly, flustered):

"Yuri… its time to go back…"

Yuri (tracing her jaw):

"Then let me have this moment. Just one more…" 

His breath ghosted over her lips as he spoke, low and rough with sleep and emotion. The huskiness in his voice sent a wave of tingles cascading down her spine, igniting something deep and warm inside her.

His forehead pressed gently against hers, his eyes locked on her lips — not just with desire, but with something heavier. 

She blushed upon hearing him.

Her words came out barely above a whisper, but they hit him like a wave.

"Make love to me, Yuri…"

The kiss was full of fervor, deep and consuming, their breaths tangling as their bodies pressed close again.

There was nothing gentle about the way the urgency took over — not from desperation, but from the weight of love too heavy to carry quietly.

His hands roamed her sides, feeling every curve as if trying to memorize her — because he knew what this meant.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer, her legs brushing against his as the blanket slipped down. Her soft moans were swallowed in his kiss, the heat rising like a tide between them.

Yuri (between kisses):

"I'll give you everything, babe… every piece of me."

His kiss felt so desperate as he sucked her lips... nibbled it, eagerly wanting to taste more. He parted her lips with his tongue... easily slipped in the soft flesh and found hers. She trembled as she felt his tongue inside her mouth... tasting every corner of her mouth... mating with her tongue, sucking the life out of her.

He settled between her legs... grinding himself against her warm, damped core, letting her feel the stiff, hard lust, nestling between his legs.

One of his hand came up to pull down the strap of her nightgown... exposing her... releasing one of her breast.

Her nipples hardened from both the coldness of the morning and hotness of her own arousal and it wasn't long enough for Yuri's mouth to soothe it...

Her fingers tightened its hold on his hair as he squeezed her other breast with his other hand over the thin silk of her nightgown.

He took a short intake of breath as his sensitive dick brushed against her thigh.

He leaned down to kiss her again... in haste... desperate...he spread her legs wider and pulled her towards him.

They both groan from the intrusion. She was wet... tight and so warm that he feared for a moment that his self-control would fail him and he would explode inside her immediately.

He settled on top of her for a while, not moving... letting her adjust from him. With one of his arms wrapped around her waist as the other hooked her leg on it... he began to move.

And as he couldn't control his moans... he latched his lips on her bare shoulders... he sucked and bit on it.

She gripped on his back... fisting on his sweat-drenched shirt as her body writhed from the pleasure. She grinded her hips... lifted it to meet his slow deep thrust and when she felt she wanted more, her other leg wrapped around his waist... pushing his hips.

His thrust became faster and more demanding... while her breathing became heavier and faster. They were both near the edge of their desire yet still wanted more.

He felt her squeezed him... felt her walls quivering around him as her warm juices coated his hardness… his body stiffened and strings of hot sperm shot through her womb. He thrust in her for a while, emptying himself before he completely collapsed on top of her.

They were both panting... spent and satisfied... He stayed on top of her for a while... not wanting to break their connection but when she moaned from his heavy weight... he sighed and pulled out from her and rolled over to her side.

After a while a smile crept on his lips as he gazed on her... she still looked so beautiful even exhausted... the afterglow of their love making outlined her beauty even more.

He scooped her in his arm and pulled her closer to him and kissed her on her forehead. And just then he felt her warm hand in his chest resting..