edit cus tumblr tweaked out n posted the unfinished draft smh.
sitting in the bus with your fifteen minute now ex boyfriend was not something you expected to happen when you’d gotten ready for your date this morning.
you’re sitting as far away from his as possible, or at least as far as he’ll let you go. because of course shouto todoroki just couldn’t let you have one moment without flashing you his sweet little puppy eyes and kissable little pouted lips, three seats away from you.
your face is practically smushed against the window, intently keeping your eyes fixed on the green grass turning dark with rain while you try to keep your eyes dry. you wonder if it’s your fault, if you did something.
more people start coming in, trying to find shelter from the rain. the more people come in the louder it gets, they’re so loud, he’s so loud. he isn’t doing anything but staring at you, but it’s so intense it almost sounds loud. you feel it in the beat of your ears and the beat of your heart, you focus on the rain droplets bouncing off the pavement outside to desperately keep from crying.
you know shouto doesn’t have to take the bus, his dad could probably get someone to pick him up, he’d only made it a habit of taking the bus with you so you could spend more time together. you think maybe he shouldn’t have, it’s his fault, he spent more time with you then he should’ve and somehow that brought him to sit you down on a random park bench, grip on your hand still firm as he told you he thinks it’d be better if you didn’t see each other anymore.
as if you could just stop seeing him, fucking idiot. you’re in the same class, have the same friends, you see him in your favorite manga and the website you read your early leaks on that you shared with him, you see him in your notes because he’d write them down for you when you were sick to bring them to your dorm, you see him in your favorite snacks because you make it a habit of having him guess the flavor of the skittles you’re sharing.
seriously, what a moron. who does he think he is, the love of your life ?!
well, you sure thought he was.
you can’t bear it anymore, this feels like actual torture and you could honestly give less of a shit about how dramatic you sounded. this is unbearable, it’s suffocating feeling those deep colored eyes constantly on you, reaching out and begging and pleading for something you cannot and will not give more of to him.
this isn’t your stop, but it’s close. you can walk the rest of the way. screw the rain and screw him.
you quietly apologize to the people you’re pushing past, though they can barely hear you as you try to keep your wobbly voice even. when you pass by a group of people the start hissing and murmuring behind you and you think you weren’t being loud enough until you realize that of course he’d followed you off as soon as you got off. ever uncaring of the people around him except you know that’s not true. you know shouto cares, he’s kind, but you thought he cared about you and he apparently didn’t, so you trudge forwards with teeth clenched and hands tightened into fists. to desperately keep from crying.
why does he care so much, why did he follow you in the bus and now out of it ? couldn’t he just let you be alone ?? he’s the one who broke it off.
but you’re sure you’re the one who did something, how could he have ? your shouto’s perfect, the sweetest boy in the whole word. teeth clenched tighter and tighter, to keep from crying.
he calls for you, and then again louder over the rain, he won’t let you drown him out. of course he won’t. not when he calls for you again, a cool hand wrapping around your wrist this time. you want to melt despite the chill, but instead you boil ripping your hand out of his grip.
“just go home ! why’d you follow me out here ?!” his eyes are wide and so sad, you’d never raised your voice at him before even during your rare arguments.
“this isn’t your stop..” he tries to reason, voice quietly drifting through the air, the rain hits the pavement and his hair is getting wetter. he’s so handsome, he always is. you want to kiss him and you hate yourself for it.
“yeah, i noticed that too. did that on purpose if you couldn’t tell, which you obviously didn’t.” you’re being mean, you’re spitting everything at him to get him to just fuck off. but of course he won’t, because your shouto is kind. and he reaches out for you again only for you to back away from him.
“i’m sorry.”
“just leave me alone ! why can’t you just leave me alone ?!” you ask him and yourself and anyone who’s listening. you sob when he slowly, ever so softly wraps his arms around you and you push at him and push and push and push him away but he never backs off, he never leaves you alone. not when he’s everywhere. with the smell of his cologne and the softness of his lips on your forehead and the softness of his clothes as he pleads, he’s so sorry he says. but you don’t know why. he’s the one who broke it off right ?
“is it me ?” you whimper, he immediately shushes you but you continue “was it something i did ?”
“no, no it’s not you—it could never be you, love.” his voice is even, or it’s trying to be, you can tell he’s having a hard time with how tightly he’s holding onto you. like you won’t hear him out if he doesn’t keep you close, it’s funny because you’d hear him out even if he was trying to convince you the earth was shaped like a rectangle, hilarious even.
your heart bleeds for him, despite it being his fault your heart is hurting in the first place.
"it's just…better that way" is what he'd managed to spit out. "but listen—look at me." he grabs your cheeks, pulling your face up to look into his unwavering pretty bicolored eyes. he presses the sweetest, gentlest kiss to your lips, you don't think anyone would love you enough to kiss you like this ever again, and the tears keep flowing because you don't think you'd want to be loved like this by anyone other than him. and it makes you press back against him when he kisses you again, and again
" i love you, i do. and it's not you." he reaffirms again, because he knows you're thinking about it
"it isn't you. i love you, angel." he babbles over and over against your lips. "you know i love you, yeah ?" and you want to say you don't, but the shine in his wet eyes tells you everything you already knew, and you kiss him again, and again. his hands, cooling and so invitingly warm still firm against your cheeks.
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Reality Check
Todoroki x gn!reader; pro-hero!au, some slightly graphic description of injury/death, angst to comfort, facing the realities of putting yourself in danger everyday
notes: i know this is a comfort blog, but i am a such a sucker for angst + esp in regards to how corrupt the superhuman society of mha is. so no relationship angst here !! just some good 'ol facing reality head-on with the love of your life !!
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Your throat was searing with a burning pain, lungs overwhelmed as the cool metal of a knife passed across the skin covering your trachea.
The shock hits you instantly, yet the world feels as if it’s suddenly in slow motion.
One second, you were being held up by a villain, beaten and bruised, convincing yourself you’d make it out of there just fine.
The next moment, there was that burning sensation, and the villain holding you up lets go, forcing your weak body to fall helplessly onto the ground.
It hits you the moment your body slammed against the ground.
You realize what happened in that moment, but somehow your brain can't string together the thought fully.
You can barely move.
You can barely speak.
You’re desperate to talk, to say something, but the only thing that comes out of your mouth is choked noises and blood.
Tears start streaming down your face, the overwhelming emotions only continuing to cut off your scarce breaths.
Your vision starts to become blurry, and you can feel your senses starting to numb.
The once booming screams and explosions now sounded so far away that you could barely register them.
You feel someone run over to you, lifting you slightly off the ground, trying to ask you something that you can't quite make out.
A cold hand is placed on your face.
Why is the hand wet?
Oh.
That’s right.
That’s the same hand that must have picked you up.
That hand must be covered in your own blood.
You’re dying, after all.
You wish you could clearly see the face of the person holding you so dearly, or hear the pleading words of reassurance coming out of their mouth.
But everything was such a haze.
Your senses nulled.
All you hoped was that Shoto was still okay.
. . .
You jolted upwards, your breaths staggered, sweat dripping off your brow.
Your eyes took a moment to adjust to the dark room, as the adrenaline continued rushing through your veins.
The visions that had just flooded your head suddenly disappeared, but you could still feel the agony of them weighing down on your chest.
From your sudden movement, you had woken up your husband next to you.
“Hey love, take a deep breath. Everything’s alright.”
He slowly sat up next to you, putting his arm comfortingly on your back as he continued to calm you down.
“Nightmare, hm?”
“...Yeah.” You answered, leaning into his touch.
“You wanna talk about it?”
“Mmm… not yet.”
“That’s okay.” He pulls you into his embrace, “we can talk about it later.”
You were used to nightmares stemming from work, but you'd never had one that felt quite this realistic.
Even though you were awake, safe in your home, in your own bed, your husband next to you, you just couldn't shake the sinking feeling the dream had left you with.
As Pro-Heroes, this sort of fate could be your reality someday.
That was something you had to face when you took on the job, but only on nights like these did the severity of it ever really hit you.
That fate could befall you someday.
You could die out there someday.
Or even worse, Shoto could.
At that thought, you held him tighter.
“Can we just stay like this for a little longer?” You asked into his chest.
“For however long you need.”
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With Consent
Dabi x fem!Reader
⇢ word count: roughly 3.7K
⇢ plot: what plot? there's no plot, just porn (ok, ok. You go to meet up with Dabi at the warehouse but he doesn't show up. Or does he?)
⇢ warnings: 18+, minors DNI, kabedon, lots of kissing, Dabi is a teasing piece of shit, fingerfucking, consensual unprotected sex, orgasms, creampie, no aftercare but at least he calls a cab
⇢ personal note: the second part or rather missing porn to "Without Consent". Thanks to @/sharlockart for allowing me to use your magnificent art again.
Thanks to @/blankexpressions-and-falsefires for being my beta again. Lub u!
9:58pm
Staring at the display of your cell phone, you sighed. It wasn't like you hadn't been excited. All day long you've thought about this moment, the moment where he would walk into the street, his smirk welcoming you like… like what? The boyfriend you never had? Tch…
10:08pm
Letting your eyes wander around, you noticed the dry leaves from the past year trailing a pattern along the ground, the dingy street light barely illuminating the street.
What are you doing here anyway?
10:20pm
Your knuckles turned white with the way you strained your grip on your phone. This was the right meeting place. There was only one abandoned factory in town.
Should've stayed home tonight.
Shuffling your feet, you clasped your open jacket shut. The air outside had gotten a little chilly, the warmth of the summer day dissipating quickly. It hadn't been as cold or breezy as yesterday but still - you felt a little chill creeping up your spine with the skimpy dress you were wearing.
10:30pm
Well, this sucks.
With a frustrated sigh, you stuffed your phone back into your pocket and headed down the cracked sidewalk, skipping over some potholes as the light of the dim street lamp slowly faded behind you.
When you rounded the corner of the building, a hand clamped around your arm and pulled you into the darkness.
A second hand covered your mouth, muffling your rising scream. You stumbled backward, until your back was pressed against the brick building. The hand holding your arm let go and slapped against the wall beside you, boxing you in.
"Leaving already?" Someone chuckled against your ear. "I thought we had a date?"
You would have recognized that voice anywhere.
Dabi.
Your eyes slowly adjusted to the dark, dragging from the dip of his collarbone right in front of you all the way up to his face. It was indeed him, strikingly handsome as always– you tried your best not to shrink beneath the intensity of his gaze.
"You didn't show up!" You tried to defend yourself.
"I was here the whole time, doll– " his eyebrows drifted upward, sly and smug, "–watching you."
You blinked dumbly.
"You were there the entire time?" You were trying not to tense too much.
He didn't answer. He didn't need to, the way the corners of his mouth quirked up suspiciously was all the answer you needed.
"You’re such a fucking asshole," you spat.
"Villains aren't nice, sweetheart," he said with a cocky smile on his face, "didn't ya know?"
Biting your lower lip, your face heated up from embarrassment but– something else lurked beneath the shame.
His azure eyes trailed along your face, tracing every feature carefully, slowly, lingering on your mouth. His free hand came up, thumb running over your lips.
"Missed those," he revered, lust-filled azure eyes trained on your lips.
"Dabi, w-what do you want?" Heat bloomed in your face at his proximity.
"Can't you guess?" He angled his face to the side, slotting it closer to yours.
You tried to move but his thigh slipped between your legs, hips pinning you in place. It made your heart pick up its pace as you flattened yourself further against the building.
He tutted quietly. "It's rude to leave without answering someone's question."
Your head thumped against the bricks when you realized he was moving even closer, eating up the space between you. This close, you could see the brilliant hue of his sapphire irises, framed by thick dark lashes that complemented his intense gaze.
You tilted your head to the side, cutting eye contact, heart fluttering like a butterfly. His warm breath ghosted over your ear as strands of his messy raven hair tickled against your cheek.
"J-Just– stop the teasing already...” You stuttered, your voice cracking.
"I thought you liked it… had to clean my pants after our last encounter." He trailed off into a half-hearted chuckle.
"Fuck you!" You spat, knowing all too well that he had hit the nail on the head.
"Hm– what was that?" His lips brushed over the rim of your ear.
"Y-You –ahhh– heard me right." You uttered, distracted as he continued ghosting your ear. His lips were warm and soft, the rough texture of his calloused lower lip a teasing stark contrast.
"Say it again." He cooed.
He was such a little shit.
"F-fuck you." you mumbled, feeling the heat rush to your ears.
He laughed airily, "Such a naughty lil girl, aren't ya—"
"I'm not…" it was hard trying to think with the way his mismatched lips pulled into a teasing smirk against your skin.
"I think you are. Meeting a villain at night, wearing this—" his hips rolled slowly against yours, "—skimpy dress."
"I-It's not skimpy." You swallowed hard, heat rising to your face.
But he was right. You had dressed up for him in hopes of doing more than just kissing.
And you were getting off on this. On him.
Deep down inside you knew that you had already lost the game. Your hands tentatively came to a rest on his belt as you leaned your head against his shoulder, breathing him in, his smoky scent, his comforting warmth.
"Good girl," Dabi rasped as his lips finally met your skin, licking over your earlobe before sucking it into his warm mouth.
…Shit.
You lost your strength right there and then, your knees buckling under you. A soft, breathy moan escaped you and you felt it travel right into the growing swell of his cock at your hips.
Goosebumps rippled across your skin, causing every hair to stand straight. There was no helping it. Parting your lips, another breathy moan escaped you as Dabi's tongue flicked over the soft piece of flesh before pulling back, releasing it with a pop.
Your resolve was wearing thin as his lips– so soft, so warm– trailed along your cheek. There was only one thing on your mind– the desire to have this man all over you, touching you, kissing you– inside of you.
Clutching his belt tighter, you drew him in, pressing your hips against his hard erection. It was all you could manage right now, with your brain succumbing to his scent, his heat– his very presence.
His hand moved up your thigh, hitching your dress up high, tracing small circles on your skin, with each pass drawing closer and closer to your core. Every time his pinkie slid closer to the seam of your panties, you felt ready to explode, wanting more than just his fingers brushing along your skin.
"What happened to the attitude?" He murmured, his fingers dancing closer to your puffy folds.
You were trying to formulate a response, really trying. But your brain short circuited and you were left sucking in short little breaths instead. With one more graze of his pinkie you decided you had enough of his teasing.
"Dabi, stop the games." A small trembling whimper –all you could manage with your heart in your throat– left your lips.
He stalled, his brow quirking up."Oh, you think I'm playing games?"
You didn't know how to respond, your mind completely focused on his fingers going still at the crease of your thigh, the heat radiating off them igniting the fires within you even more.
"I'll show you games…" he growled low and tempting, hooking his other hand under your chin to tilt up your face.
His lips crashed on yours without warning, coaxing your mouth open with his dexterous tongue. It was hungry and devouring and urgent. There was no holding back, entwining your tongues following a low groan that he let escape into your mouth. You were gasping for air, your insides clenching around nothing.
A lustful moan was pulled from your lips, his hot hand traveling up and under the seams of your panties, long fingers finally finding your swollen folds and stroking along to gather your warm, slick juices.
Dabi pulled back, looking at you with molten desire as he started circling your clit, further stoking the blazing fire inside your core.
Arching your back, your head pushed against the damp bricks as Dabi bent toward you, the hot press of his mouth against your pulse intoxicating.
"Tell me what you want, princess." He demanded between kisses and nibbles.
You tried to fight the arousal building up even more with each pass of his finger, but the coil was seconds away from unwinding.
"I asked you a question…" he pinched your clit, making you jerk.
"N-Nothing!"
"Didn't your daddy tell you to not lie to a villain?" He mused, pinching your clit again.
"Dabi, please," you winced.
"Answer me!" His tone became low, rumbling through his chest.
"I-I want you, Dabi."
"Wrong answer." His words were punctuated with another pinch to your sensitive nub.
That fucking jerk! You felt so humiliated but you had no choice, not with the coil inside wound so tight, desperately begging to be released. You looked up with as much courage as you could muster, meeting his eyes before biting your lips.
"W-Wanna cum—" You whined pitifully.
"Atta girl," Dabi chuckled and gave your clit a light graze.
Then he dipped down, pushing three fingers past your tight entrance without warning. You keened, the stretch heavenly, much needed to stoke the white heat into exploding below your belly.
"So fucking wet—" Dabi groaned, starting a rapid pace, smearing your glistening juice all over his hand, your panties, your thighs– everywhere.
His searing tone traveled straight to your pussy. The way his hand pumped between your thighs felt amazing– better than you'd imagined. This wasn't a dream, this was the real villainous Dabi between your legs, fucking you with his fingers in earnest now, reaching deeper and curling them to hit that one spot even you couldn't as his thumb continued to rub your clit.
Please don’t stop… oh God.
It felt so lewd. But more than right. It didn't take long for you to come undone. Losing your composure, you sank into him, eyes fluttering shut as the beginnings of it started washing over you.
And then the tension exploded, intense waves of pleasure racking your body. You felt dizzy, holding your breath as a hot glow spread through your body. Your muscles clenched and released around his fingers as he kept working you through your high.
Then he pulled out, leaving you tensing around nothing, heart still beating a thousand miles a minute. While you tried to calm your beating heart, the blood rushing through your ears nearly made you miss his low chuckle and the clinking sound of a belt being undone.
Dabi dipped down, his hands sliding along your exposed thighs to dig into your ass, long fingers squeezing rough and hard. He had you up in a flash, your arms flying around his neck, your legs coiling around his hips in an attempt to seek some purchase.
"You want this dick in your pussy?" Dabi glanced at you from behind his dark bangs.
You shuddered, knowing exactly what the answer to his question was.
"I need it," you pleaded, so desperate for him, for his cock to fill you up, it had you nearly in tears.
His chuckle resonated from deep within his chest as he effortlessly slid aside the fabric of your panties, slotting the hot tip of his cock, hard and ready, against your leaking entrance.
Your head was spinning, unable to wrap your mind around what was happening, too high on endorphins to realize—
—that you were about to let yourself get fucked by a wanted criminal. A murderer. Yet, a hot one, that allowed the overwhelming ache between your thighs to continue to muddle your brain. Your core clenched as you realized that all you wanted was for him to fill the emptiness inside you.
"You ready, sweetheart?" His eyes met yours while he rolled his hips, slickening his shaft along your folds, gathering your juices on it.
You were about to shake your head because nothing in this world would ever prepare you to be ready for this. But then Dabi slammed his hips against yours, slotting balls deep inside you with one swift thrust.
There was no preparing for how it felt. You felt so full, so stuffed, his girth stretching you unlike anything you'd felt before. A jolt of pleasure tore up your spine and you collapsed against him, helplessly impaled on his shaft.
"Taking me so well," he groaned the words out between gritted teeth. "'S fucking tight—"
Looking down, he watched his dick slip from your drooling pussy, each piercing popping out before he slowly shoved it back inside your gaping hole.
"Kept thinking about fucking you dumb on my cock." He started thrusting into you, the stretch of his cock rendering you stupid.
"Shit. Taking me –fuck– so well." He made sure you could hear every filthy swear he let out while he kept pumping his dick inside of you.
"I'm gonna fucking ruin you." He growled.
"Yes, please!" You choked out.
Your mouth hung open, drool wetting the corners of your mouth, as you cried out his name over and over again.
His cock ground deep inside your pussy as he started rocking into you a little faster now, making sure you could feel every single piercing, every inch of his cock sliding in and out of you.
His biceps flexed each time he lifted you up just to drop you back down on his cock, splitting you open. Rolling his hips, he kept hitting different angles, tweaking positions until he caught that special spot that had you crying out.
"There?" His gaze was heavy with desire, punctuating each word with a wet grind of his hips against yours.
"Y-Yes, Dabi–" you were on the verge of losing your mind, lashes heavy with the tears of overwhelming pleasure.
You tried to focus on him, taking in as many details as you could so you would forever remember this night. He looked like a dream to you– pupils dilated, face coated in a thin sheen of sweat. His lips pressed to a thin line as he took you in, his hips smacking forward, balls slapping against your ass with each rut.
He leaned down to whisper in your ear, “So damn sexy."
All you could do was cling to him while he fucked you, listening to the wet slap of his balls against your ass.
It had you gasping out, "H-harder—"
"Oh yeah? You want it? You want my cum? Fuck!" He panted, breathlessly, "Gonna make this fucking pussy mine–"
It was all too much. His smokey, burnt scent, the way his cock reached too far, kissing your cervix each time he dropped you down on it. You couldn't help the way you started clamping down on him, tears spilling from your eyes as you bit your lower lip to suppress more cries of pleasure.
"Ahh– fill me up," with the next thrust he pulled a loud mewl from you, "Please—"
"Fuck–" Suddenly, he pulled out and left you empty, your gummy walls fluttering around nothing.
Dabi's face was unreadable, as he stood there, his cock, white and creamy with your arousal, sitting heavy against your stomach.
Letting go of your ass in favor of grabbing the base of his cock, he squeezed it tight, huffing desperately.
"You're dangerous," he growled, trying to calm his breathing and hoping to still his twitching cock. "So fucking dangerous."
His gaze flicked from his dick to your face, licking his lips. For one blink of a second you could see affection in his eyes, lust and desire– all for you.
The moment was gone as quick as it had appeared, making you wonder if you even saw it at all. He slotted his cock back against your hole, wearing his signature bored expression again as he leaned forward.
"Ready?" He panted against your mouth, not bothering to wait for a reply.
His hips snapped hard into you before he upped the pace, nearing his high. You could feel him going deeper with each slam of his hips, each time he dropped you ruthlessly on his shaft.
You held onto him for dear life, tucking your face in his shoulder, fingers tangling into his coat. You just let go, feeling him propel you toward another climax with every vigorous thrust forward.
You couldn't have stopped your orgasm even if you wanted to. The speed of it slammed through you so quickly, you forgot how to breathe.
You started dripping around him, each thrust building up a frothy white ring around his cock as your pussy convulsed to his rhythm. Waves of intense pleasure washed through you and Dabi groaned under his breath, forcing himself to power through the tightness of your walls as you came for him.
He kept snapping his hips up, frantic now, his eyebrows drawing close, the wet shine of his parted lips speaking to his animalistic desire to claim you. Several strands of hair were stuck to his forehead which glistened with a thin sheen of sweat as he groaned out your name.
When his breathing became ragged, his hips began to stutter and with one last thrust up, he remained buried balls deep inside you as his cock twitched with his release.
"Ohhh –f-fuck!" He groaned before his eyes closed shut, painting your gummy walls white, stuffing you full of his creamy seed.
He looked so good cumming, and the idea of him filling you up with his warmth, marking you as his, had you toppling right over the edge again. You moaned as you felt your pussy contracting again, slow deep ripples of pleasure surging through your body.
It dragged another hiss from his lips as his eyes snapped open, meeting your hazy, blissed-out gaze before dropping down to see the thick drag of his cum on his cock when he pulled out. His piercing blue eyes trained back on your face as he slowly pushed back in, the cum squelching obscenely along your folds, ruining your panties when he did.
"Fuck, you take my cock–" he breathed heavily, "–my cum– so well."
After a final thrust, he stilled deep inside of you, catching his breath, his cock slowly softening against your walls.
"Look at you, princess. So messy." His face was unreadable, serious in its intensity.
You let out a weak moan at his words, your cheeks dusted a dark crimson.
When his soft dick slipped out, he pulled your panties back into place, keeping all his pearly seed trapped inside. Gently setting you back on the ground, he watched as your legs gave in immediately. You shakily dropped to the ground, head hanging low on your chest.
You felt some of his warmth flowing out of you, puddling in the small piece of fabric meant to keep you decent before overflowing and dripping onto the dusty concrete below.
Your vision was blurry from all the tears and the exhaustion set in as you continued to stare at the ground before you. He was still standing in front of you, his dark boots just a foot away, pants pooled round his knees. You heard the rustle of fabric, and then a used tissue was dropped carelessly to the ground next to you. Pulling up his pants and fastening his belt, he towered over you.
"That was fun." He proclaimed. "Should do it again some time."
With that he turned and disappeared into the darkness, the sound of his heavy boots hitting the ground slowly dissipating into the night. It grew quiet and after a while you scrambled to your feet, leaning against the wall until your heart had steadied its pace.
What an asshole, you did your best to suppress the sob arising in your heaving chest. Straightening out your dress with your sweaty palm, you rummaged around in the pocket of your jacket for a scrap of an old tissue.
Gritting your teeth, you slid your hand into your panties, stuffing it close to your leaking entrance, trying to stop his cum from flowing out.
So fucking messy, you snorted inwardly, so much fucking cum. Well, it wasn't like you asked for it but he could’ve at least—
The noise of a car pulling up cut your thoughts short and your head snapped up, your hand quickly pulling out of your panties to pull down the hem of your dress. Relief washed over you as you saw a cab pulling over to the sidewalk near you.
Straightening up, a window rolled down and the driver called your name.
Wait, what? You looked in disbelief at the car.
He called your name again. "That's you, isn't it? I’m here to take you home. Fare's paid 'n all."
You remained glued to your spot.
"Well?" The driver cocked his head, giving you a closer look. "Hurry up, I don’t have all night."
"Y-Yes, Sir–" you blurted out, picking up your feet to approach the car.
After sitting down in the back, you were careful to cross your legs to keep the mess between them from soiling the seats below.
As the driver rolled up the window he asked. "So, to this address, right?"
He held up a folded piece of paper in his hands, "Your boyfriend with the dark hair, the one who paid the fare, gave this to me..."
"He's not my boyfriend…" you corrected, taking it from his offering hand.
The driver simply shrugged and gazed at the street in front of him, waiting for you to confirm the route.
Unfolding the paper, you stared at the unfamiliar handwriting. "That's not my address either..."
But then, whose was it?
It took you another second to realize it.
Stunned, you fell silent.
…oh fuck.
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