#who knows this may only last the weekend for all i know but . yeah!
Ya pal here put in their month notice. We almost out bois ✌️
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asking him how to confess to your crush (him)
⤷ oikawa, suna, bokuto, iwaizumi ; [gn!reader]
TAGS: fluff/crack if you squint, confessions
NOTES: please reblog or i’ll cry
you can’t miss the momentary look of sadness, but he quickly hides it with a cocky smile
he tells you the cheesiest possible way to confess to someone. he doesn’t even know if it’ll work on not
(he actually hopes it doesn’t, but he can’t just be an asshole and tell you something that clearly won’t work)
but once he realizes that he is the person you like, his mind jumps to several different places all at once
he’s happy but also he can’t properly form words, please bear with him </3
He hummed a response to you, ghost of a smile on his lips. He always liked the way you said his name, even if it was just his family name.
“I have a favor... so there’s this guy that I like, and I wasn’t sure how to tell him. Do you think you could give me ideas?”
You don’t miss the pout on his lips, the way his eyebrows furrow, the hurt in his eyes. If one were to blink, they wouldn’t have missed it. He smiled and laughed, quickly trying to hide how much his heart ached.
People — in reality, only makki and mattsun — had asked you if you had feelings for someone. But you never gave them an answer, just a flustered smile and a shrug.
“Uhm... I don’t know, depends on the person. You can get a bouquet or something, and chocolates maybe?”
A smile lit up your face. He had looked so pained to say it; his nose was wrinkled up a little, one hand at the back of his neck, eyes looking anywhere but you.
“Oh, yeah! That sounds sweet, he might like that. Should I ask him what his favorite flowers are?”
“Yeah.” His heart sunk impossibly lower.
“Got it. So, what are your favorite flowers?”
He looked up from where he’d taken a sudden interest in the floor, looking around for someone else. But no one seemed to be engaging in a conversation with you — actually, he realized it was only you and him in the room.
“No, I meant ask this guy that you like.”
“I just did.”
He doesn’t say anything at first, eyes wide and lips parted. There’s something in his eyes that you can’t quite read. Shock, or was in confusion? There was also an undertone of hurt, like he couldn’t tell if this was some sick joke or not.
“You mean... me? I’m the- you have feelings for me?”
Your heart fell then — of course you’d been nervous to tell him. But with the constant flirting, you were beginning to think that maybe it wasn’t just harmless and playful anymore. That maybe even if it was still done playfully, there was truth behind those words, behind the smiles and the winks he sent you.
“If you don’t feel the same way, it’s fine, I just-”
“No, no, that’s not what I meant. I was just a little surprised is all. I feel the same way, and you’re great, really, I just figured I wasn’t your type.”
“But you are.” You said, heating rising in your cheeks. Nothing could mask the smile he wore, even if he was trying not fight it.
“And you are my type. Guess we’re both lucky, hm?”
he is determined not to let you notice how his heart stopped in his chest
he still holds the same disinterested, bored look on his face as always, although he’s unaware you could see right through him
refuses to give you advice on how to go about confessing
in fact, the last thing he wants to do is be around you — he knows you were never his, so he can’t be upset, but it still turns his stomach
tell him before he can find an excuse to leave, or else your confession will be a lot more painstaking due to him dodging any interaction with you
“So uh... if you were to confess to someone you like, how do you think you would do it?” Your voice sounded so sweet, so genuine.
“Why? You have a little crush on somethin’?” He laughed.
You don’t miss the way his nose scrunches and the look in his eyes. He’s looking at the floor with narrowed eyes, almost as though the floor was the cause of his jealousy.
Well, not his jealousy — he wasn’t jealous, was he?
“Hm,” He hums, and you find him putting back on the same incurious face that he always wore. “I don’t know, elaborate confessions are pointless. Just tell the person how you feel. If they really like you, they won’t turn you aware for being simple.”
“Ah, that’s true.” You smile, though it’s fueled with nervousness. “So, one more thing I gotta say then.”
“Make it quick, I’ve to be somewhere soon.” Suna hates the bitter taste in his mouth.
He knows he shouldn’t care, after all he’s never worked up the courage to spill his heart to you, so he doesn’t have a right to feel like something is being torn — no, stolen — away from him.
“Right. You said simple, so... I like you, and I think you’re really sweet. And you’re funny and you’re so caring, even though you would never admit that. Um, I hope that was boiled down enough for you.”
“You’re kidding right?”
The tone in his voice is almost accusatory, although he doesn’t mean it to be, he just genuinely doesn’t believe you. When had you ever shown interest in him? Not that he was complaining.
“No. But it’s fine if you d-”
“I never said that. If you mean it though, maybe you can tell me the longer version of everything you like about me. Over coffee or something?”
ok first off, let me stop you right there, because baby boy is gonna get so sad :(
there is no hiding the hurt he’s feeling. he’s always expressive, even though he’s trying to hide it
please stop him there because his mood is only going downhill
actually tells you some elaborate, thought out thing that you assumed was from the top of his head
(although in reality, he’s thought about telling you how he feels on countless times)
but when he realizes that you’re talking about him he instantly does a 180, he looks like he’s in heaven
“Bokuto!” You call his name with a smile. You’ve found you can always get a matching one from him whenever you do so.
And of course he smiles back at you, the same excited look in his eyes as always. “Y/n!”
“I need advice.” You say.
His expression drops into one of worry at your tone. If there was anything that Bokuto hated in this world, it was seeing you upset.
“What is it?”
“I need to know how to tell someone that I have feelings for them.”
And just like that, you can see his heart break through his expression. His eyebrows pin up and he presses his lips into a thin line. You can tell that he’s trying not to show you how bothered he was by that one sentence.
He always was bad at pretending he was fine though. It was clear, if nothing else you could see his watery eyes.
“Oh... uhm. Can I ask who the person is?”
You’re hesitant to say it. But you don’t know why, because his reaction was your final bit of proof that he had feelings for you too. He hadn’t been subtle before, but now it was obvious.
“What?” Bokuto said, although the word was breathless.
He doesn’t wait for you to respond to him. Instead, the wide smile he always wore appeared back on his face and he wrapped his arms around you.
Usually, Bokuto’s hugs are tight anyway. They’re filled with a need to be close to you and a need to convey the emotion of ‘you are the only thing grounding me right now’.
But this one was tighter. He buried his face into your neck, but you could hear the smile in his voice when he spoke. “I may have to confess to someone too.”
iwaizumi is a gentleman about it, as much as he doesn’t want to be
if anything, he wants to tell you right then and there about his feelings
but the fact (or rather, the thought) that you’ve taken an interest in someone else is all the evidence he needs to stop himself
the last thing he wants to do it mess with your emotions so he intends to stuff he feelings down to deepest parts of his mind in hopes that they’ll one day disappear
until of course, he realizes that he is the guy you’d been talking about
he gets giddy, believe it or not. he hates to admit it sometimes, but unbeknownst to you, you have so much control over his emotions
“So, Iwa?” You said, and he tried to overlook the cautious tone to your voice.
“Uh, theres this guy that I kind of have feelings for. But the thing is, I don’t know how to tell him.” You sound nervous.
Iwaizumi assumes it’s from the thought of having to tell this person your feelings, yet he doesn’t realize that said person is him and it’s coming sooner than he’d realized.
He doesn’t say anything in response to you at first. His eyes narrow only slightly, then he takes a deep breath and turns back to you with his usual expression.
“If you’re going to tell them, do something sweet and simple. If you get all extravagant with it, it might freak ‘em out. Maybe... I dunno, buy a little gift and tell them?
He hid it well. The mix of jealousy, regret, and sadness in him was painful, but he clenched his fists and tried not to let his voice crack. If there was someone you knew that didn’t cry, it was Iwaizumi. Yet here he was, doing everything in his power not show how upset he was.
What was he even doing anyway? He was helping you find a lover that was not himself. Not that you even knew that, because in reality he’d never shown to you that he had feelings towards you.
That was something he was regretting a lot now.
“Oh I see, what kind of gift would you like?”
Ouch. As though this couldn’t hurt more. “I don’t know, depends on the person. Ask him, not me.”
“I just did, dummy.”
It took him a few seconds to process that, then another few seconds for the relief and happiness to wash over him. A smile rugged at the corner of his lips.
“That’s cute. You and I can go out somewhere this weekend and I can help you pick something out, hm?”
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Taste like Strawberries - DILF Daichi
Warnings: Fem!Reader, age gap (Reader is 22 and Daichi is mid to late 30s), daddy kink (obv), brat taming, finger sucking, spit kink sorta, dumbification, degradation, thigh riding, oral (m. receiving), rough sex, a little praise, alcohol consumption. (as always, let me know if you want something else tagged)
Word Count: 4.9k (honestly idk how it got so long hahaha sorry)
Author’s note: This is my contribution to @kaijime's dilf collab! Make sure you go check out the masterlist and read all the wonderful works on there as well! Also, I edited this at 2am; so sorry if it is a mess.
Can you pick Mei up for me? I have to work late.
You sigh looking down at the text from your sister, this is the third time in the last few weeks she’s sprung this on you. Despite knowing there’s nothing she can do about it, it’s irritating with her husband traveling and needing to work. The one good thing is the quality time you get funny spoiling your niece after school, getting her whatever junk food she wants that your sister never lets her have.
Texting her back that you will, you go back to studying. Your final year of college has been more stressful than you expected, work always piling up with your motivation lacking. No wonder so many students take an extra year. However, you were determined to finish now and not extend your torment any longer.
Glancing at your phone you see it’s nearing pick-up time at Mei’s school. You clean up the library table, shoving your laptop and notes into your bag, and leave. The drive isn’t long, her school is close to your apartment and sister’s house so you would have needed to take this route anyways. Pulling into a free spot near the school, you leave your bags in the car going out to meet her by the school’s front gate.
“Big sis!” Your niece squeals and you look up from your phone. She’s dragging another little girl behind her, pulling her your way. “This is Kaiya! She’s my best friend. She said it's okay I use her first name, so don’t scold me like momma does! I let her call me Mei too!”
You laugh listening to her babble on about her new friend. She’s coming up on her 6th birthday, and every day she is growing more and more into her own personality. “I wouldn’t scold you like your mother. You know that,” you bend at the knees, getting at their height.
“Hi Kaiya, I’m ----. It’s nice to meet you.” You shake her little hand and she smiles.
“You’re very pretty, like Mei.” She pulls her hand away and then her lip pouts. “I wish I had a big sister.”
“I can be your big sister too if you want. Mei, you don’t mind sharing me do you?”
“Only if you promise to get me ice cream.” Her eyes and nose squint and she laughs, her mischievous face has stayed the same since she was a toddler. It’s impossible to resist.
You stand up, rubbing her head and laughing. “Fine, we can stop by a shop on the way home.”
“Sorry,” a deep male voice comes from a few feet behind you. “I had a work thing... I’m sorry I’m a little late baby.”
You watch as a tall, broad man picks up Kaiya while she giggles and wraps her arms around his neck while squealing ‘daddy’. You smile politely when he looks at you. His face is handsome, features not too sharp or round; everything about it warm and inviting. He’s still dressed in his uniform, well besides the jacket. You assume he’s a part of the police force from the pants and belt he wears matched with a dark blue shirt that clings to his form.
“I hope she wasn’t bothering you,” he says while setting her down.
“Oh of course not. She was very polite and well behaved. You’ve raised a great daughter.”
He chuckles, rubbing the back of his neck. “Thank you. I’m Sawamura Daichi, and you are?” His smile is so cute, you think. It’s not forced or out of politeness, but instead genuine happiness.
“---- -----,” you tell him and shake his hand. He squeezes it once, and your stomach turns. What was that?
“Is Mei yours?” He tilts his head, eyes going between you and your niece. “I’ve never met her mother, only your husband. Kaiya talks non-stop about Mei when she’s home with me.”
“Oh, no-no. I’m her aunt. My sister works a lot, so I pick her up from time to time.” You laugh. “I go to the local college, so it’s close by. It’s nice to meet you, Mr. Sawamura.” Trying to keep yourself from becoming too flustered, you look away. Watching as your niece digs through her backpack for some reason.
“Please, call me Daichi. It’s nice to-”
“Daddy, big sis is taking Mei to get ice cream!” Kaiya cuts him off. “Can we go too? Pretty please!” She kisses her father’s cheek, smiling brightly as he sets her back down. She holds tight to his hand, begging some more.
“If it’s okay with your dad, we don’t mind. Do we, Mei?”
She nods with a big smile. “Kaiya they have the BEST strawberry flavor.”
“Do you mind? I don’t want to impose on your time with Mei.” Daichi asks while still keeping an eye on the girls, who have wandered a few feet away while blabbering about ice cream flavors.
“Of course not. It’s good for young girls to spend time together.” He nods and thanks you. “There’s a spot close by. We could walk if you don’t mind.”
“Better wrangle the girls then,” he laughs, walking towards them both and getting their attention.
Taking a deep breath and letting out a sigh, you try and relax. It’s just ice cream for the girls… even if Kaiya’s hot dad is coming along. You’re sure he’s just trying to be nice and let his daughter have a nice time. However, it’s hard not to feel something when a man this hot and good with children is around.
The ice cream shop has a pretty outdoor area off the back of the shop, fenced in with a swing set and other children’s toys and playsets. No one else is visiting currently, so the girls have the playground to themselves, running around with ice cream dripping all over the ground when they forget they should be holding the cones up. Sitting quietly, spooning ice cream into your mouth, you try not to stare at Daichi too often.
“What are you studying?” He asks, breaking the silence that was threatening to become awkward.
“Oh, uh,” you swallow the cold cream. “Literature and classics.”
“Interesting. I bet you enjoy reading to your niece then,” he smiles at you before taking another spoonful of ice cream. You can’t help but watch his tongue dart around the spoon.
“Yeah.” You say quickly looking away. “Mei enjoys it, well, when she pays attention. Does Kaiya like stories?”
“Her mother says she always listens to her when she reads, but for me, it’s hard enough to get her to go to bed. I don’t think she’d ever stay still to let me read her a book.” He continues to talk about the weekends he gets with her, and you listen closely.
It’s stupid, you think. You shouldn’t feel this excited that he’s either divorced or at least no longer together with Kaiya’s mom. It’s selfish, but lucky in some ways. You don’t have to worry about a jealous wife coming after you because her husband paid for your ice cream.
“I’m not around for bedtime, so I can’t really relate.” You say softly and stick your tongue out lick the spoon clean. Stopping yourself from licking the ice cream off, deciding to explain more, “Mei never really stays the night anyway. She gets too worked up without her-”
The spoon is plucked from your hands and you frown looking at Daichi, who has a shit-eating grin plastered on his face. “What do you like to do at bedtime?”
Your breath catches in your throat, and you stutter out something incoherent. Daichi’s tongue swipes up your spoon, and you watch carefully, longing to be that spoon as his tongue drags across it.
“Well?” He continues, then hands you back the spoon.
“I, uh, I don’t know.” You manage to stutter some words, even if it's not a real answer. “I uh-”
“It’s okay, sweetheart. You don’t need to answer now. Let me see your phone,” he asks holding out his hand and you hurry to hand it to him. He puts in his number then hands it back to you. “I’m not free on weekends unless I get a sitter. But, I’ll see you around.”
You sit, stunned by how quickly that turned from a polite playdate for your niece to potentially a playdate with Daichi. You bring your hands to your face, trying to compose yourself before waving at both Daichi and Kaiya as they leave.
“Big sis,” your niece wines. “Wanna go home.” She pulls you from the park bench and through the shop while you continue trying to collect your thoughts.
Did you really just pull a dad? There’s no way he was serious, right?
You texted him the night after you got ice cream, but he hadn’t responded. It wasn’t until late Sunday evening he sent back a short ‘you’re welcome’ after you thanked him for the ice cream. Your face burned and your stomach twisted with every flashback to watching his tongue slide across your spoon.
It was so unnecessary.
It was so hot.
Gathering up the courage to ask when you could see him again took another day and liquid encouragement. Maybe texting him while you were drunk wasn’t the best idea, but it did make sending him photos of yourself a lot easier. The ones you got in return nearly made you drool. Joining the police force ensured he never lost his perfect physique. Every inch of him looked like it had been handcrafted by the gods themself.
Slipping your fingers into your panties and toying with your desperate clit was all too fun when he called you late that night, not caring about his early morning shift or the classes you may have. His voice breathy and deep, yours whiny and high pitched when you came around your fingers begging him to come over and fuck you.
He only laughed, telling you to wait until he had a day off.
Sitting across from him at dinner should be fun. He keeps the conversation going and you always paid attention and politely answered. However, it becomes increasingly obvious that the burning between your thighs is becoming unbearable.
“Check please,” he tells the waiter, and you nearly squeal with excitement.
“Mind if I go get some fresh air while you settle the bill?” You ask, placing your hand over his; thumb drawing circles on the back of his hand.
“Of course, sweetheart.” He smiles at you and you walk out of the door, ignoring the way his eyes make you feel as you walk out the door.
Cool evening air hits you hard. Letting out another sigh, you laugh at yourself for acting this desperate in public. He must know. It’s not like you’ve been good at hiding it. You’re worse than a cat in heat, mewling for attention and a quick fix.
“Ready?” His voice startles you and you turn to face him. You nod and he extends his hand out for you. The walk to his car is short, and you’re grateful for the dim lighting in the parking garage once you slide into the passenger seat.
Unable to can’t wait any longer, you straddle his lap in his seat and he tilts his head, looking up at you in amusement. Kissing his neck, you run your hands down his chest and slowly grind against him. His firm hands hold your hips and you whimper, trying to convince him to give your body more attention.
“Daichi,” you whine against his neck. “Please, I need-”
You’re stopped as his hand takes control of your jaw, cheeks squished in his hand while he admires you above him. His gaze is intense, not a hint of a smile or enjoyment on his face, but the bulge in his pants hints otherwise. You frown looking down on him, irritated this is the most he’s touched you all night.
“I don’t like brats.” He says simply. “Impatient ones are even more annoying. Tell me, are you going to be an annoying brat?”
You try and shake your head no, barely getting it to move from side to side in his grip.
“Good,” he releases your face and you sigh. Rubbing your cheeks with your fingers you relent from trying the aggressive approach with him; seeing now he’s much less patient than you had expected. “Now can you wait until Daddy takes you home?”
You nod, a smile brimming on your lips while your stomach turns.
“I want to hear you say it.” His eyes somehow focus on you more, making your stomach twist once more.
The rest of the drive is silent, his hand resting on your exposed thigh a little too close to the hem for comfort. It keeps your mind buzzing, every nerve lit aflame at the slightest bump in the road or motion of his fingers. His thumb occasionally draws circles on your sensitive skin, and the whimper that always leaves your lips feels embarrassing.
Are you really a whimpering mess already?
Everything about being with Daichi made you feel more intense like your body knew just how to react to everything he does and says. Was it the age difference and excitement? Or was it simply because he knew how to touch and speak to you?
“Sweetheart?” Daichi’s voice draws your attention and you look over to him. “We’re home now. Be a good girl for me, and go unlock the door.” He dangles the keys in front of you and you take them nodding.
“Yes sir,” you slip out of the car. Did you call him sir? At the moment it felt right, but now with your face burning and palms sweating you wonder if he thinks it’s ridiculous.
You unlock the door, pushing it open and standing awkwardly waiting for him to walk up the stairs to the front door. Why is he prolonging this? There was no reason for him to stay behind. Turning your head to look where he parked the car, you see he’s talking to a neighbor, laughing, and paying you no mind.
What’s his game here?
You huff, frustrated, and embarrassed with how desperate you’ve been acting and he seems to not have a care in the world. Stepping inside, you close the door and take your shoes off. He doesn’t mind you having access to his house with you unsupervised. After all, he did give you the keys to unlock the door.
His home looks comfortable and lived in, not overly clean but not messy per se. You sit on the couch, crossing your legs and laying your head back. While you know it’s rude to begin feeling this irritated, if something didn’t happen soon you were going to have to call for a ride and get home to a toy or even indulge in one of the sleazy dating apps you’re all too familiar with.
Pulling out your phone, you respond to a few notifications you garnered over dinner, nothing of real substance, but better than sitting in silence. A few friends have invited you to a bar not too far from your location, and you consider it, but the front door opening grabs your attention.
“Sorry to keep you waiting, sweetheart.” He smiles at you and you lay your phone down on the cushion beside you, feeling like you’ve been caught texting in class. “I see you made yourself at home.”
“Oh, I-” you stand up, even more embarrassed.
Does he take pleasure in making you uncomfortable or are you just too on edge?
“Sit back down,” he laughs walking into the kitchen. “Would you like a drink?”
“No thank you,” you answer quickly, sitting back down and laying your hands in your lap to fiddle with your fingers.
He comes back into the living room with his shirt unbuttoned a few, his chest peeking out, and a beer in his left hand. Sitting on the recliner adjacent to the couch, he motions for you with his pointer finger then pats his lap. Your body moves without thinking, straddling him with your knees sinking into the soft cushion of the recliner on either side of his hips. He grins watching your dress ride up your thighs before he takes a drink from his beer.
“Why are you acting so shy now? What happened to that confident little attitude?” He sets the beer down on the table between the couch and chair.
“Why are you toying with me?” You ask, furrowing your brow and tilting your head. “Just fuck me already.”
“There it is,” he chuckles. “You’re not as good of a girl as you think. You’re nothing more than a spoiled brat who needs put in her place. Lucky for you, I know just how to handle bratty girls like you.”
His thumb pulls on your bottom lip and you part them, letting his middle and index finger slip in and press against your tongue. You moan at first, grinding your cunt against his thigh before his fingers slip further in and make you gag. Closing your eyes you grind on him harder, the gagging only intensifying and your body lighting on fire.
“Pathetic,” he laughs while resting his cheek against his hand. Opening your eyes more you see he looks unamused, even as he shoves his fingers down your throat more. “Moaning like this over what? I’m barely touching you.”
You moan again, pressing your core harder on his thigh and whining. Your fingers dig into the arm of the recliner, steadying yourself while you ride his thigh. It feels too good to stop, the minute amount of pleasure intensified by Daichi’s fingers in your mouth.
“Maybe I was wrong,” his voice making you whine again. “Maybe you’re not a brat, just a dumb little slut desperate to cum.” Removing his fingers from your mouth, you take deep breaths, coughing and leaning your head on his shoulder.
“P-please,” you beg. “Please fuck me, daddy. Wanna feel you in me. I’ll be good, I swear.” You sound desperate, you know it and so does he.
“Do you think you deserve it?” He rubs the spit from his fingers onto your cheek while holding your jaw. He shakes your head back and forth slowly as a no for you. “That’s right. You don’t deserve daddy’s cock.”
“B-but-” you whine and grind against him. “Please!”
“Hmm,” he hums, releasing your jaw and licking his fingers clean before taking another sip from his beer. “Maybe if you earn it. I’m not in the mood to fuck an ungrateful whore.”
“Anything!” You nearly shout, eager to please him.
How you’re feeling is different than usual, the need to do whatever Daichi wants completely takes over your own desires. While the feeling is new, it’s something you want to continue to chase. Your head feeling lighter and body burning is all too good to give up now.
“Do I need to tell you what to do?” You nod. “Of course,” he chuckles, “silly of me to forget you’re nothing but a dumb brat. Get on your knees in front of me. Put that mouth to good use for once, won’t ya?”
“Yes daddy,” you say quietly, sliding onto the floor and tugging at his pants.
His belt is a struggle, and he makes no attempt to help you until you’re sliding his pants and boxers off and he lifts his body up just enough to get them down his thighs. Gripping his cock, your mind races wondering if you’ll even be able to fit his girth in your mouth as your fingers barely manage to wrap around him.
“If I finish this beer before you make me cum, I might not fuck you at all.” He says tapping your forehead with the cold glass bottle. “Do you understand?”
You nod again and he leans back into the recliner. Precum leaks from the tip and you wipe it up with your tongue, enjoying the taste as it floods your senses. As your tongue swirls around the head and your warm mouth takes him in, he moans.
It’s quiet and short-lived, but enough to encourage you to take more of him. He fills your mouth so quickly, but you’re determined to make him cum; unsure if it's because you’re desperate to be fucked or if you just really want to please him. Either way, you’re going to have him cumming in your mouth in minutes, you know you can.
You gag loudly when you force him into your throat, nearly taking him to the hilt. This time his moan is louder and longer, making you buzz with pride. Managing to keep him deep in your mouth you rub his balls with your shaky fingers while setting a steady pace bobbing your head up and down.
“Fuck,” he groans. “I guess that mouth is useful for something…” another moan breaks his last word but you don’t care.
The condescending praise just enough to make you hum against him with glee. He bucks his hips when you do, his fingers tangling in your hair and forcing you to choke on him again. You claw at his thighs, desperate to come up for air while you fight against him. He releases the tight hold and you take him out coughing as you stroke him with your hand.
You watch with a frown while he drinks on his beer again, watching carefully as the faint line of liquid lowers nearing the bottom of the bottle. You can do this, you tell yourself before taking a deep breath and taking him back in your mouth. Humming against him lightly while massaging his balls in your palm earns the same reaction, except you’re better at keeping a steady pace now.
“Shit,” he groans.
His cock twitches against your tongue and warm spurts of cum coat your mouth before you can swallow fast enough. He pulls you off his cock by your hair.
“Tongue,” he says and you stick it out timidly.
He spits on your tongue before pulling you to his face and kissing you, his tongue invading your mouth and making you gag at the taste of his beer. His kiss takes your breath away, literally struggling for air as he continues. You’re coughing and pulling away from him while a mix of spit and cum runs down your chin.
“I didn’t think you could do it,” he admits. “I’m surprised someone as desperate and stupid as you could make me cum that fast. I suppose I should reward you then, hmm?”
“Please daddy, please,” you beg. “Want your cock in me so bad.”
His hand slips under your dress and rubs against your soaking panties. “You really do want me, don't you baby?”
His free hand gropes your breast, pinching your nipple through the thin material of your dress. You close your eyes biting your lip as you enjoy the not so soft touches he gives you. You moan when his fingers slip into your panties, sliding against your puffy clit.
“Daddy!” You squeal when his middle finger slides inside of you and curls. “Fuck, more please.”
He laughs, pulling his finger out and standing up. He sheds his clothes while you remain on your knees in front of him. You can’t help but admire how good he looks above you like this. Honestly, you think you’d do anything to remain in this moment even if the anticipation of him splitting you open is forcing you to clench around nothing.
Daichi offers you his hand and he assists you in standing to your feet, but it doesn’t last long. He bends you over the arm of his recliner in seconds, pulling your dress down and allowing your bare breasts to fall from it.
“Tell daddy what you want,” he teases while rubbing his cock between your folds.
“Want your cock!” You turn your head back to look at him. “Please, I need it.”
“Good fucking girl,” he groans while sliding inside of you.
Even with your intense arousal and the spit on his cock, it stings. Your body goes limp against the arm of the recliner as you try and relax your body to let him in. Crying into the cushion, you try to not be too loud while getting used to his size.
“If I’d known you’d be this tight, I would have fucked you sooner,” he says after fully sheathing himself inside of you.
He isn’t nice enough to give you more time, too overwhelmed with the way you squeeze him so nicely to not start thrusting immediately. You cry out when his cockhead hits deep inside of you, pulling against your walls as he pulls back out only to do it all over again.
It hurts. It feels ethereal.
“Daddy!” You whine as his fingers twirl your nipple between them and he holds you back against him while relentlessly pounding into you. “Too much!”
“Be a good girl,” he hisses. “I know you can take it.”
You whimper in response, his thrusts forcing your breasts into his hands while he continues to assault them. Your thighs begin to shake and your core feels like it’s a tightwire about to break.
“Wanna cum!” You tell him, some part of you knows it's better to warn him or ask instead of letting yourself go. “Please, daddy! Let me cum.”
“Aw, my little slut is learning,” he chuckles, thrusting deep into you and letting you fall back onto the recliner. “Go ahead, cum for daddy. Cream all over my cock sweetheart.”
He hits the sweet spot inside of you once more and you come undone, cumming around his cock and crying out a mixture of daddy and curses. He grunts as you clench around him, body pliable for him to hold you closer while rapidly fucking you.
He cums, and you feel it drip out of you around his cock before you comprehend what’s happened. You’re too fucked out to even care if you’re honest. He pulls your panties back to the side as he pulls out of you.
“You’re going to keep it all in, aren’t you?” He pulls his pants back on, leaving his shirt on the floor and sitting on the couch.
You nod, pulling your dress back over your breasts and adjusting the thin straps back to a comfortable position on your shoulders. He pats his lap again, and you sit across him, wrapping your arms around his neck and resting your cheek against his shoulder.
A knock at the door startles you and you look at Daichi with a concerned face.
“Oh,” he laughs. “I lost track of time. Can you get that?”
You sheepishly nod. “Are you sure?”
“Yeah, I need to go grab something from my room. I’m sure you can handle it.” He disappears down the hall.
Running your hands through your hair to make sure you don’t look crazy, you open the door.
“Oh,” a sharp tone greets you.
“Big sis!!” Kaiya screams, jumping up and down and running inside.
“Uh,” who you assume to be her mother says shaking her head. “Is Daichi here?” She’s irritated, and reasonably so. “I need to speak with him immediately.”
“Yeah, he’s right-”
“What do you want?” He appears back into the living room, pulling a loose shirt over his head as he comes in.
He easily could have done that before. Is he doing this on purpose?
Oh god, he is.
You look quickly between the two of them as he steps in the doorway with you, wrapping his arm around your waist.
“I think we need to speak in private.” His ex tells him, eyeing you up and down.
“Sweetheart, do you care to take Kaiya to her room to play for a few minutes?” He kisses your forehead and you look away from the intense glare you receive from Kaiya’s mother.
“Daichi! Why are you-”
“Stop,” he says loudly. “---- can watch her for a moment.” He lets go of you.
“Can you show me your room Kaiya?” You ask sweetly and she takes your hand and guides you down the hall.
You’re not sure if you’re grateful Daichi got you away from his ex or if you’re happy Kaiya won’t have to see her parents bicker. Either way, it’s a win for you. Your heart is beating against your chest, making you nauseous. There’s no way he just forgot he was getting his daughter tonight.
You’re flattered that he used you to make her angry, but the more spiteful part of you wishes he had let you in on it a little more. Having you answer the door was good, but you could have left your hair a mess or something more…
“Big sis, why are you here? Did you and daddy have a playdate?” She asks, handing you a stuffed rabbit while you sit on the floor of her room with her.
“Uh,” you giggle. “Yeah, we had a playdate.”
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dating a faceless streamer/youtuber; mcyt x reader
+ this was a request, but it got deleted in my drafts ;-; sorry!
since he is also a faceless youtuber
he’s very understanding of keeping your privacy
and whatever reason you have to not reveal your face, he respects it
he knows what it’s like to have people tell him to face reveal
sometimes his voice will just appear in the back of your streams/videos
like in sapnap’s with the question about one direction
and chat is like, how long has he been here?????
the two of you would hint at a face reveal
and then after weeks brush it off like it was nothing
because you like to torture the fans, I guess🙄
because dream never has a face cam on
he has the perfect seat for you on his lap whenever he streams/films
and the same thing goes for when you film/stream; he’ll be sitting right next to you with his hand in yours or on your thigh
you’re known as the faceless couple
it really doesn't bother him at all that you’re a faceless streamer/youtuber
I don't see him as the type to post a whole lot of pictures with his s/o anyways
or something along those lines
so it wouldn't make a big difference to him
would just think it was funny to tease chat about knowing what you look like, when they don't
and then having them just hear you voice in the background of his videos sometimes
but not actually seeing you
he kinda likes that your relationship is more concealed
and that it’s harder for people to come at you when they don't know what you look like exactly, just because he’s dating you
because that would honestly be his biggest worry when revealing your relationship
so he’s happy that’s one less worry :)
does everything to not get people to beg for a face reveal
he doesn't want people to put that kind of pressure on you
especially if they go after you for it just because you're dating him
like, he will make a video about it if he has to
or tweet about it
the last thing he wants is for the fake fans to try and reveal your face or other things about you
when clearly that’s what you wanna keep private
that being said, he’d do so many streams with you
wether it’s gong against each other, or being on the same team
you always have so much fun together
even if you're literally in the same room together
if his face cam is on, he’d look over at you every now and then and send you a smile or some shit like that
there’s some pretty cute moments - expect a compilation
bad would be really proud to have an s/o who did youtube/streamed
and he would for sure help you out if you ever needed him to!
like with coding
or just general growth in your channel
wouldn't really care if you showed your face or not - whatever you're happy with makes him happy
he would just make sure that you never felt pressured to show your face
he knows people out there can be meanies
and come for you just because you don't show your face
and he’d always be there to talk to about it if it ever stressed you out
he would also make sure that you didn't hide your face because you didn’t like it or something like that
and if that was the case, you bet he’d be reassuring you
calling your all kinds of sweet things and show you lots of love
he takes lots of pictures of his two favourite girls
you and rat, of course (without showing your face, obviously)
he actually really likes that you're a faceless streamer/youtuber
like, he doesn't notice how much he likes it
before he realises all of the times you'd sneaked some hand-holding while streaming, or shared little kisses when on mute wouldn't have been possible if you both didn't show your faces
you’d share these secret glances when streaming/filming together
and no one would even know about it
sometimes his chat hears a little talking in the background from you
but techno just brushes it off like you weren't sitting right next to him the entire time
and vice versa
he also just stays with you when you're working
sharing small touches and words
chat also notice eventually how much you gush over each other without noticing
it happens A LOT more than you realise
especially from his side🤭
I think wilbur would have a hard time not showing you off to stream every second of the day
he would just always talk about you and want you there with him in his streams
and miss your touch after 5 minutes of being apart
but would be totally respectful of you wanting to remain faceless
he would just talk to you from an angle where chat couldnt see you
but yeah, he loves that you do the same type of job as him
and most of all, you motivate each other on days where you can't be bothered to even get out of bed
you’re definitely that couple that everyone makes cute compilations of
and that everyone strives to be
chat loves you, what more can I say
ANOTHER FACELESS COUPLE
the power you two hold over everyone is actually immaculate
you stream/film together all the time
just having fun and being yourselves
he would definitely ask if you could join the games he plays with others when streaming
and if that wasn't possible, he’d just get you to come into his room and be part of it that way
he teases you a lot on stream
both cutely and mischievously
and your viewers are like👀
while his chat is just going crazy
you share lots of giggles
like, seriously, the majority of the videos/streams consists of you two laughing your asses off
you two will forever be known as the faceless couple
even if you both face reveal, that’ll always be your title
zak will find a way to show you off no matter what
he just can't resist
the way his heart is always beating out of his chest because of you is just too much for him to not ever show you to the world
but of course with your consent only
he wouldn't ever pressure you or anything
but since you're only remaining faceless
you can expect LOTS of matching outfit pictures taken in the mirror
and just lots of pictures of you in general
with your face blocked out or not in view, of course
you'd always be helping each other with your setups or videos
and he’d want to introduce you to literally everyone he knows
you don't necessarily stream/film a lot with each other
but you're always in each others’ company in some shape or form
he always mentions you in his streams
just small stories or conversations
chat can tell he’s head over heels for you
he's the most support person everrr
he’d always be celebrating even the tiniest achievements with you
you hit 2k subs? he’ll treat you to an expensive ass dinner
you hit 1 million subs? he’ll buy you a whole room full of filming gear to improve from your previous ones
you managed to finish that one video you've been struggling with? he takes you on a weekend trip to somewhere you’ve always wanted to go
he’ll beg you to join him in is streams
just so he can hold your hand :)
or laugh with you every once in a while
he doesn't need you to face reveal at all
your company is all that matters to him when it includes the rest of the world
I mean, he’s the one able to see your beautiful face all the time, so he can't really complain even if he felt like it
always tweets about you or tweets things at you that only you two understand
and everyone is like ?????
but you don't care :)
fundy actually doesn't talk a lot about you in his streams or videos
mostly to avoid people leaving bad light on you in the chat
unless he’s in the same game as you, of course
which in that case, the first thing he’d want to do is find you and talk to you in the game
he’s very respectful of you keeping your face private
and tries his best to keep the pressure of a face reveal off your shoulders
especially if it’s happening in his or your comments
if it gets really bad, he’ll eventually talk about it on twitter or something like that
does tiktoks with you
only with your voice though
and posts manyyy pictures where you’re tagged, but only slightly in view
he doesn't really care about your face being a secret
as long as he gets to see it, he’s happy
alex has so much fun making videos or going live with you
and obviously you have the best collabs
you’re the funniest couple on the platform and it shows
he would talk so much about you - like, telling embarrassing stories about you or some shit like that
or saying how clingy you are with him
and chat would be like AWW HE TALKS ABOUT THEM
and he's like “no”😤
but alex can't fool anyone
he’s in it for real with you🥴
and at times, he doesn't even try to hide it
especially when he speaks up about ho proud he is of you
and how people should respect your choice of remaining faceless to the world
but then he quickly moves on to his silly self again
with blushy cheeks ^w^
has you on his lap constantly
even when his hand-cam is on
nothing will stop him from making you sit on his lap while he’s streaming
he loves that he can rant to you about the problems he faces sometimes concerning his streams
because you get it
he’d teach you the games you didn't know of
and you'd teach him the games that he didn't know of
and then you'd stream/film together after learning the basics
he doesn't talk about you a lot on stream
but chat eventually figures out it’s because you're literally in the same room as him
and how do they find that out, you may ask?
well, your snores coming from his headphones made it very obvious to say the least
sam knows what it’s like being a faceless streamer
so if you wanted, he’d give you all of the advice you needed
and if you ever considered face revealing, he'd totally help you!
you guys have matching setups
you sometimes talk to each other across the room as you're playing the same game together
because it’s funny to tease chat that way
you’d be posting pictures on social media
that give off hints that you're with each other a lot
like, in one photo he’s wearing a hoodie
and the next day, you post a photo of you in that exact same hoodie
stuff like that
he also celebrates big and small achievements with you
wether it be you achieving them or him, you always celebrate together
ahhhh chat would be going absolutely crazy at the fits you guys have sometimes
and you're always matching
as in always
he tells their stream that you have a matching crown like his
but that chat obviously can't see it on you because you don’t have a face-cam
she likes telling stories about you
like, memories they have of you two together
and he just always compliments you and praises you for your hard work on her streams
telling everyone how happy you make them
she also always invites you to join his streams because it means a lot to them that you're there :)
jack is so excited about the fact that you're also a streamer/youtuber
it makes it easier to open up about your relationship online
because some people already knew you before you revealed you two were dating
though I feel like jack would kinda like the secrecy of your face online
just to brag to his audience about how he gets to see your face every day
but also because he likes that there’s more privacy for you
sometimes he’d pop into your room without knowing you were streaming/filming
and would just start talking to you while you giggled about how you were “kinda in the middle of something”
when jack realised what you meant, he’d hurry out of the room in an instant
you’d always be in each others chats/comments
showing what a supportive couple you were
he always raids you at the end of his streams if you’re streaming at the same time
tommy always forgets that you're a faceless streamer/youtuber
and is sometimes sooo close to blurting out something he shouldn't
because he’s so used to seeing you, he just kinda forgets that no one else can
you always have to send him a text to “sToP TalKIng AbOUt yOu” so he doesn't accidentally reveal something
that being said, he literally talks so much about you
again, I’m bringing up that time he said that tubbo is so clingy
he says the same thing about you
but he’s really the clingy one, and it’s pretty obvious
you catch him saying things like “yeah, y/n is really cool”
or “guys, please don't say stuff like that to y/n”
getting all serious and shit🥺
he asks you constantly if you can join his vc
even when you're busy, he’s like “pay. attention. to. me😤”
it’s really entertaining sometimes
especially when his streams just consist of you two bickering the whole time
calls you his favourite woman
ahhh tubbo is so sweet when it comes to you
like, when anyone mentions you he just starts smiling
and wants to tell everyone about you
even if they already know you from your channel
he just can't help but ramble on about you
especially to tommy
he replies to all of your tweets
and you reply to all of his
you always feature each other on your channels/streams
and share a celebratory cake when reaching subgoals
sometimes chat notices similarities in your layouts
like a colour change
or a similar pattern
posts a photo of your pinkies intertwined
wearing matching bracelets you made yourself
and everyone finds it super cute<3
he would encourage you so much to join his videos
and wear the same type of outfit to cover your face with
but with a sense of yourself in it so you'd look similar, but not exactly like each other
you'd be matching outfits so often
doesn't talk a lot about you on his streams
apart from mentioning how short you are
but on TWITTER
that's a whole other story
his twitter has practically just become a fan account of you
he’s always in your comments
just to leave a :)
or a supportive comment
if you ever wanted to do a face reveal
he would do it with you if it meant making you feel more comfortable about it
or less nervous
you’re just very lowkey and cute
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earned it 
Gojo Satoru is a firm believer that if you work hard for it then you shall earn it. But on the other side, he’s not unfamiliar with his own sins. He also believes that there is punishment due for his sins as he’s earned it.
request. (mafia au, sugar daddy au) + (dumbification, praising kink)
cw. smut, overstimulation, slight dumbification, praising kink, slight degradation, spanking, belt whipping, explicit murder, rough sex, shower sex, oral (f receiving), multiple sex scenes, riding, slight angst, veryyy unedited, sex when standing up, sex in pretzel position, dom! gojo, manhandling
notes. 🦋 anon, thanks so much for the request! i hope you love this one, i absolutely poured my heart and soul into this! minus the effort to edit, i’ll just edit this when i’m no longer sick lol
There he was again.
Working in a high-class restaurant located in the heart of the city meant you were no stranger to seeing people of power and titles, but he never failed to make everyone stop in their tasks every time he came around.
You don’t know his name, much less his usual orders since his usual table – middle 98 – wasn’t in your rotation. But you’re held captive in his presence, attention drawn to his broad shoulders clad in what seemed like a hand-stitched three piece suit, his striking white hair falling down in smooth tendrils. There’s something about the way he walks – confident doesn’t begin to describe it – that makes everyone surrounding him feel like they’re merely spectators to the enigma that was him, and he carries this observation proudly in his shoulders, that mischievous smile never absent from his face.
Your co-worker tugs at your sleeve, nearly knocking the empty wine glasses away from your tray. Barely catching them as you falter, you bow down to them in apology. No matter how intriguing the mysterious midnight comer was, you were still working. You needed to keep your head focused and in the game.
Hours pass by of shifting from one table to another, your hands beyond cramped from scribbling down such intricate orders. It’s a miracle you were hired in a place as luxurious as this in the first place when you couldn’t pronounce, much less spell the main dishes, but you proved through determination and hard work that the miracle was also accompanied by your grit. It didn’t matter that you were the youngest part-timer with little to no experience – unexpected things always happened when you’re backed in a corner, leaving you with no choice but to follow through.
This corner was nothing less than the struggle to make ends meet. While you’re lucky to have gotten accepted in one of the top state universities, there still came the issue of tuition fees, plus dorm occupations.
You don’t have the privilege to complain or whine that your experiences are probably not on par with what they expect of you, so you have to do your best; you have to keep pushing no matter how hard it gets and you’re barely awake for class the next day.
Clocking out, you bid goodbye to your co-workers and thank them for their hard work, about to leave through the back door when you hear his voice.
Your gaze lands on him from outside the kitchen, body twisted in the direction of where he sat, long legs crossed one another. He’s thanking the waiter for the wine, and you wince, because it isn’t just any wine. That’s one of the drinks locked in the special cellar because of its hefty price, yet there he was, swirling the red liquid around in his glass as if the amount of zeroes never bothered him. He’s reading something from his tablet, head tilted to the side as he drinks, and that’s when you see it.
It’s so miniscule you would’ve believed it’s just your eyes playing tricks on you, but you’ve seen in this class during one of your laboratory practices, the burn marks on your wrist a painful reminder of your carelessness.
Your boss’ shouts of warning fall onto deaf ears as you push past the double doors, feet moving on its own. The edge of the glass makes contact with his lips, gray lashes flattering across his cheeks, while time and sound becomes nothing but background noise to you. Your cry is inaudible when your hand pushes the glass away from his grip, the sounds of it shattering into pieces like a wake-up call to both of you.
For the first time since you’ve met him, the faintest look of surprise crosses over his face. His hands remain into a reflexive hold of the now missing glass, azure eyes cutting through yours.
You bow down to apologize – you can’t believe you’ve just done that and how his suit was stained and his pants soaked – but the words that left his lips stun you beyond disbelief, effectively freezing you in your state. His voice holds the same iciness as the blue of his pupils, but to you – just for you – there’s a tinge of awe behind them.
“Odd,” he says, “To think my life would be saved by you.”
You wake up with a gasp, hands clutched on the blanket covering your bare frame. There’s sweat forming on your hairline as you look around, wincing at the sliver of light passing through the curtains. Silver, ceiling length draperies obscure the view of the city skies outside, a huge reminder of where you are now – somewhere between the past and the future that’s about to come – and the king-sized bed you lay on almost feels like a dream.
Right. It’s been two years since you’ve met Satoru, the once mysterious customer turned into lover, an arrangement between financial aid and companionship solidifying your relationship with him now.
Your face burns at the sight of your clothes scattered all over your shared room. Your lace panties somehow end up on the chandeliers, the expensive material of your silk dress about to slide off the humongous TV and your bra hanging off the doorknob.
The light ache between your legs does nothing to appease your embarrassment. Even after two years of being with Satoru, it’s still difficult to believe he’s chosen you of all people.
He could’ve had anyone he wants. Not only is he beautiful, young, successful, and smart, he’s also an absolutely god in the sheets, your throbbing core attesting to his never ending array of his skills. Truly, Gojo Satoru was perfect, so much so that you pale in comparison to him no matter how much he’s assured you you’re the only he has eyes on.
It doesn’t make sense to you, but does it have to?
Love never required a logical reason for it to blossom, and you left it at that, fearful that it may just ruin whatever happened between the two of you. Besides, if Satoru wants you, then who were you to question that?
You swing your legs off the side of the bed to make him breakfast, but your legs shake upon contact to the floor, still very much sore after last night’s events.
Satoru’s been away for work for three days, and even though it wasn’t that much of a distance, he still acted like it’s been forever. He sure took his time with you, making you cum three times just with his tongue and fingers alone. He’s a cheeky and mischievous man; there’s no telling whether his words are just sweet lies or plain facts, but if there’s one thing you’re sure of, it’s that Satoru keeps his promises to heart. If he says he’s going to fuck you until you can’t walk the next day, he means it, and now you’re left groaning back onto the bed.
You’re thankful that it’s a weekend. Had it been a school day, it’s going to be an absolute pain in the ass. No matter how much he’s covered your school fees, you still won’t risk missing a day.
The door swings open, revealing your boyfriend clothed in nothing but his boxers, the smile on his face huge at seeing you glare at him. “Aw, baby,” he coos, sliding himself next to you, carrying a tray of pancakes topped with blueberries with him. Satoru wraps an arm around your shoulder and laughs into your air when you grumble at the soreness, which he tries to kiss away. “Sorry not sorry for last night. It’s not my fault I’m so addicted to you.”
“Whatever,” you mutter, fighting back that stupid fluttering feeling in your chest. Your attention is diverted to the luscious, fluffy pancakes, and your brows furrow at the sight. “Did you make this for me?”
You roll your eyes at him; his energy was always off the charts even after fucking you into oblivion. Thanking him under your breath, you reach for the breakfast, eternally grateful that it’s breakfast in bed because you can’t walk anywhere right now. However, Satoru pries your hands away from the fork, making you lean back instead as he spoon feeds you.
It’s a little humiliating – and he’s basking in this judging from the smirk he wears – but you give in anyway. Unlike him, your stamina isn’t monstrous. You’re still a human and you’re utterly tired, the glare endless through mouthfuls of the pancake. “I’m not a child, you know.”
“Yeah, but you’re my baby,” he retorts, smacking a kiss right at your lips.
You complain harder, ever so annoyed that you could never seem to throw him off guard and have the upper hand for once. Satoru eases the frown on your face by kissing you harder, his hand cradling your neck. He’s a fucking tease; his tongue languid and sensual as he tastes the honey coating your lips, sucking your bottom lip inside his mouth before nipping at it.
At the back of your mind, you’re wondering how each moment with him results into touching. Not that you really mind, of course, your stomach only flares up with heat at the thought he wants you just as much as you crave him.
Breakfast is soon forgotten right after seven bites as Satoru leans back against the headboard, thumb soothing circles at your hipbone to guide you on top of him.
He pulls away to breathe, a thin thread of saliva and honey between your lips present, and it’s so erotic that his eyes darken with lust, hands gripping a little tighter. You’re still bare on top of him, hardened breasts on display, but he holds himself back with heavy breaths, not wanting to ruin you further than he already has.
Satoru’s lips lands on your shoulder instead, thumb grazing under the weight of your breasts. He’s kissing you everywhere, almost as if he expects the flutter of his lips to heal you. You gladly let him taste you as he pleases, neck tilted to the side while you catch your breath.
The transition of him from an absolute freak in bed to the caring, compassionate boyfriend he is never fails to give you whiplash.
“How’s your studies?” he murmurs into your skin, his touch feather-like in caressing your back. You feel the hairs stand up at where he grazes them, shivering at the sensuality and tenderness he holds you with. “Doing good? My sweetheart still top of her class?”
“Hmm,” you hum back, planting yourself firm in his lap. He’s already hard under you, his cock twitching when your bare cunt presses on top of his tip, but he controls himself, focusing on your state instead. “My grades are tip-top, all thanks to your support,” Satoru smiles when you’re the one placing kisses all over his face this time, his giggles almost child-like.
Time flies by as you lay there in his arms. You’re lulled back into sleep at the sound of his heart beat, and just as you’re dozing off, Satoru pats your ass. “Baby,” he calls out, “Let me wash you first, then we’ll cuddle afterwards. What do you think about that?”
“That’d be great, I feel sticky.”
Satoru laughs, pulling panicked squeals from you when he suddenly hoisted you in his arms, carrying you bridal style. He kicks the door open before turning the heater on in the Jacuzzi, placing you under the shower first.
You close your eyes under the sprinkle of water, hands splayed all over his chest. Your legs are still wobbling, no thanks to him railing you as if there was no tomorrow, but he holds you upright, kneading his hands into your hair then washing every crevice of your body. When you open your eyes, you see him kneeling down to rub the loofah all over your legs, a slight pinch in his brows from sheer focus.
Your heart beats loudly on your chest, unable to process that the Gojo Satoru is on his knees, his touch nothing less of worshipping as if you were a divine being in his eyes.
It makes you breathe sharply as his face comes up before your core, his tongue darting out for a moment before he looks away, focusing on cleaning you up afterwards. His control and care for your well-being leaves you speechless, leaves you breathless, leaves you wanting him more and more and more that you’re kissing him again the moment he brings you both to his Jacuzzi.
He’s taken his boxers off to enjoy the feeling of skin brushing against skin, the fuzz of bubbles foaming up at your breasts only enticing him to kiss you with equal fervent passion.
You’re grinding down on his dick, his length encased between your lips that are extremely warm in comparison to the cool water. Finally, Satoru is stuttering beneath you, little whines leaving his breath as he kneads your ass, resisting the urge to slap the smooth flesh.
“Satoru,” you moan, “N-need you now, please.”
Fuck, his name on your lips mixed with your moans are enough to make him want to lose his restraint and just fuck you hard and deep there. He growls at how unaware you are of your effect on him, and he’s nothing short of starving in his kisses, never getting tired of tasting you over and over again. He wants to keep kissing you until your scent and taste is imprinted on his skin, to carry you around with him even when you’re not there, because he loves you, and he’s never loved anyone this much before. Especially for people like him, love was nothing but a myth.
Everything is a fantasy with you, a dream he doesn’t want to wake up from. If you were to ask him to give up everything for you this instant, he’d do it in a heartbeat.
His heart is enslaved by your existence, and he nods, helping you lift your hips up to align his cock to your entrance. He takes note of your soreness as you slowly sink down on his cock, swallowing your whimpers through open-mouthed kiss. You’re shaking inside his arms, tiny scratches mixed with mewls making its way on his chest, further adding to the litter of scars already painted on his body.
Your head lands on his shoulder the second he bottoms out. Satoru groans at the feeling of your walls fluttering down on him, so warm and so tight that he has to lean his head back on the headrest just to catch his breath.
“You ride me, baby,” he manages through pants. “I’ll let you set the pace – do what’s comfortable with you.”
Your jaw clenches at the same time you clamp down on him one more time, eliciting another sinful moan from your lover. A lazy smirk graces your face as you ride him slowly, the image of the almighty Gojo Satoru falling apart at your ministrations burned at the back of your mind. You’ll replay this memory every time he leaves for work again, and the dreadful thought of having to watch him leave one more time fuels you to bounce on him harder, nails dug into his shoulder.
Satoru winces at the slight sting but doesn’t stop you anyway; he’s no stranger to pain. In fact, he’s a master of that and many more in more ways than one, though you didn’t know that – and he’ll never let you know that.
His eyes snap open at the sounds of skin slapping against skin, the water sloshing out the Jacuzzi. He’s met with the sight of you clutching the edges of the tub, bottom lip caught between your teeth as you fuck yourself harder on his cock. Your breasts bounce right in front of his eyes, tempting him to latch a mouth around it, which he does, the sudden flicking of his warm tongue on your nipples driving you to the edge.
Your soreness becomes a hazy memory of the past with each slide down his dick, thighs burning from the exertion. Satoru is lapping up your breasts and palming the other expertly, his breath hot on your skin.
Something familiar coils into your lower abdomen with each hard thrust, and you throw your head back, moaning his name as if it’s the only thing you’ve ever known. You’re growing tired; he can tell from the way you’re barely lifting your hips, but you’re so close, so near, that Satoru takes it upon himself to push you both right where you wanted to be.
Your moan comes out breathless the moment Satoru grips at your hips, snapping his hips upwards at the same time he guides your body to crush down on him. He’s the one controlling your body, but you’re falling on top of him with no reserve, your weight slamming down to his groin in full force that he’s faltering. Satoru is entranced by the motion of your hips gyrating around the head of his cock, the wavering grin on your face a telltale you’re enjoying the act of destroying him, but he lets you – it’s only fair after the countless times he’s done the same with you. But oh, he’ll have you again and again, and he proves his endless desire for you by forcing himself deep to your most sensitive spots, the glimpse of your mouth hanging open as you come making his cock twitch.
Satoru squeezes your hips as he situates you flat on his cock, groaning as he came in thick spurts. You mewl, scratching at his chest as he rides his high out with a few more sloppy thrusts.
“I know, baby, I know,” he whispers at the top of your hair, well-aware that your oversensitivity is clouding your mind. But he can’t help it, not when you feel so good around him like this. “Just a little more, I’ll be – fuck – right there, oh yeahhh,” he drawls out breathlessly, his cock twitching with the last strings of cum until he grows boneless inside you.
Satoru pulls his cock out, chest heaving up and down from that earth-shattering orgasm. In all honesty, he’s confident he could give you an even better one, but your lids are already fluttering close that he chuckles, pressing a kiss on your temple as a silent you did well.
Somewhere through your half-awake state, you manage to card your fingers through his hair, voice small and weak as you ask, “Don’t you have to go to work?”
Satoru’s eyes lour with something unreadable, and he’s thankful you don’t get to see the sudden glooming of his face. He gently pushes your head to rest on his shoulder, his eyes narrowed at his rippling reflection in the water. In his eyes, he sees the truth – he sees a monster holding an innocent angel he lives to protect – the truth he wants to conceal. He can’t even fathom the possibility of you finding out about who he really is, much less what he does that enables him to provide you with everything you need.
He’s the demon himself, caressing someone as pure as you in his arms, his eyes and true self sinister except for the gentle kisses he leaves at the shell of your ear.
If it keeps you safe, he doesn’t mind becoming even more of a monster if it means keeping you safe.
So he keeps you right where you can’t witness the slight moments of vulnerability in which his horns reveal itself, hugging you tight and possessively in the fear he’ll lose the only thing that matters most to him.
“I have a meeting tonight,” is all he says, is what he always says.
He’s mysterious and aloof, too vague every time you inquire him about what he does for a living. Usually, you’d feel worried or even wary that maybe he doesn’t trust you as much as you originally thought, but you’re too tired to question him further, and he takes advantage of your weakness wholeheartedly. All to keep you safe.
Satoru closes his eyes as he takes a deep breath, no longer bothered by the fact each step he took is getting him closer and closer to a point of no redemption.
He’s not worried about that anymore, not when his salvation is right in his arms, wrapping him with your love and false sense of safety that it becomes the lie he feeds himself every night just to keep going on.
“I just want to be with you a little longer.”
This time around, Satoru tells the truth.
The rust of blood dripping off the concrete walls is as normal to Satoru as breathing is for everyone else. He doesn’t falter in his movements, doesn’t scrunch his nose at the stench, and he doesn’t waver from swinging his arm back, the heavy weight of the wrench already wielded in his hand.
Someone dared come up to their base to face him head-on.
He has to admit, he was impressed with their guts, but now he feels empty save for a slight sliver of irritation at the man’s bloodied face. He’s panting after coughing up blood so much, his face unrecognizable after the beating Satoru gave him, teeth splattered on the floor. Satoru’s right hand man, Geto, stands at the side, silently inspecting his nails.
They’d been going at this for hours now, yet they seemed to be right where they were at the beginning. Torture was usually an effective method of gathering information, but this hostage seemed to be on the same par of monstrous as Satoru from his unyielding nature, even had the audacity to laugh.
Satoru stops in his tracks, a brow raised at what seemed to be so funny.
“Everyone spoke highly of you,” he spat his blood out, his busted eye twitching under Satoru’s stone cold gaze. “They told me you were barbaric, ruthless, the most feared mafia boss out here, but you’re pathetic now, aren’t you? You’re not the same Six Eyes who sees all they claimed you to be,” Satoru watched warily when his hostage smirked, the same one he always wore just moments from bashing the skull out of someone. It’s because he’s so familiar with it that Satoru immediately puts up his walls, Geto stepping beside him with his gun gleaming under his coat. As expected, the man does not falter, his laughter merely increasing in volume. “You’ve grown soft, Gojo. Your little lover is your weakness, it’s written all over your face. Tell me, what’s stopping you from ending my life already? Afraid that if she finds out, she might push you away?” When Gojo doesn’t answer, the man clicks his tongue. “I fucking knew it.”
Geto moves quicker than his boss. He draws his gun and aims it right between his eyes, only to be stopped by Satoru’s indifferent tone. “Stop.”
“Why did you come here?” he stabs the man in the thigh with a knife, his screams of pain alleviating enough to distract the painful clenching of his chest. “I don’t believe you came here just to prove the rumors true. Now you tell me, why have you come here?” Satoru slams his fist down on the knife, the blade pushing past through muscles and hitting deep to the bone. “Answer me.”
“Th-there’s a drive in my pocket. Open it and you’ll see.”
The man doesn’t stop squirming as Geto rummages through his jacket, nodding to his boss once they got hold of the slick black device. Geto immediately plugs it to the monitor, several photographs popping up in a few seconds, and those few seconds were all it took to bring the infamous mafia boss down.
Because they weren’t just photos, they were photos of you.
Of you laughing with your friends, of you hugging Satoru’s arm in one of your dates, of you kissing him under the streetlight and even an intimate photo of you going down on him while he’s driving. It must be taken from a street cam judging from the blurry quality, but it’s crystal clear to him anyway, and Satoru’s mind muddles with thoughts darker than he once believed he’s capable of. He feels his anger bloom like fire licking up at his skin, his nerves bursting through, and he’s so obvious, so predictable that his hostage guffaws.
“I was right, I was right-!”
“You mean her?” his voice drips down with so much indifference, it shocks even he himself. His hostage shuts up at the sudden change of Satoru’s aura, that dark, fearsome aura that had people begging him to kill them as an act of mercy coming back to life. The man clamps his mouth shut, chills running down his spine because it’s no longer the same Satoru he mocked pulling the knife out from his thigh.
No, this is the Gojo Satoru, the devil incarnate himself, and he’s made the huge mistake of believing he would be affected by a mere woman. Satoru reads the fear on his face too easily, not bothering to hide his sigh as he twirls the bloodied blade between his fingers.
“She’s nothing to me. She’s just another bitch, another paid pussy. Favorite of the month, you could say, but nothing of worth to me,” he announces, ignoring Geto who’s stiffened up at the corner. “Did you really come all the way here just to see if you could find my weakness? If so, then your organization is a lot dumber than I thought, and I hate people who waste my time.”
“No, no, please, I was just jok-” his eyes widen when Satoru snaps his fingers, and Geto rushes to his boss with his gun. “Please, no, I didn’t think she was just a bitch-”
The man never got to finish his words.
A loud ‘bang’ echoes around the room, followed by a slight snap when his head falls backwards. Blood drips from the hole sitting in between his head, the aim perfect and flawless even with Satoru not looking back. He’s still Gojo Satoru, leader of the Gojo Mafia Clan, and he’s not the most feared leader in history for no reason. He’s always been blessed with a physical prowess and fighting abilities that allowed him to take on other clans by himself, but he’s changing. There’s now a chink in his armour, and people are starting to notice.
If he doesn’t do anything about it soon…
“Sir,” Geto begins, following the rushed footsteps of Satoru outside the hall, where his security is lined up with guns poised and ready to risk their lives for him. This was his power, this was his legacy – and this is who he was.
A killer. A monster. A demon – he’s everything you wouldn’t love.
“I know, Geto, I know,” Satoru says through gritted teeth, his bloody hands clenched into fists. He already knows what he’s supposed to do; he doesn’t need another reminder of it. “You don’t have to tell me anything I know of already. Now send that body back as a warning. I’m going home for tonight.”
Geto is stunned, and he’s got every right to be. After all, in his boss’ 28 years of existence, not once has he called anywhere or anyone home.
He’s always claimed himself to be irredeemable, to be unworthy of love and forgiveness, but slowly yet surely, he was beginning to look at life differently after meeting you, after loving you. The word ‘home’ was never in his vocabulary, and yet, every time your face comes up in his mind, it’s the only word he can think of.
He came home a lot earlier than you expected him to. You’re hunched over the table, legs swinging back and forth as you finish your school packets when the door chimes with the familiar beep. It’s only midnight and he’s already here, the excitement manifesting in you as you jump off the stools, running to greet your beloved.
Satoru ends up as a blur of frantic hands tugging his tie off, his scowl seething with anger and regret pouring off of him in waves.
Before you could say anything, he has you pinned on the wall, one knee inside your legs to keep you upright. Satoru is kissing you, hard, one hand raised to keep both your wrists planted above your head. You’re moaning at his aggressiveness, the sounds encouraged by his erection poking at you from your silk robe.
It’s not rare for him to come home in need of a fuck to clear his head, but…something feels different this time around. He feels different, almost like an entirely new person.
Satoru pulls away to press his forehead to yours, his eyes hooded with lust and lips bruised from the kiss. You’re confuzzled; your lover is the exact same person standing before you, the same person grazing at your breasts until your nipples harden at his touch, so then why does it feel like the person who left and came back are entirely two different people.
“Can I fuck you, angel? Please?”
Your words die down your throat.
Satoru’s never said please before, much less look this devastated as he asks to have you. He always says it with exuberant confidence, his present frown usually a smile. There’s no trace of happiness or even playfulness in his eyes this time around. Instead, they’re filled with fear – desperation, even.
You say yes before you realize it, but it’s enough for Satoru. It feels like he’s only been waiting for that word before he goes on a rampage, for his lips are on yours again, patting your thighs as a silent command to jump. You follow his orders and kiss him feverishly until it becomes a battle for dominance, tongue and teeth clashing against the other. Your hands are tugging at his hair from how rough he’s grabbing at your hips, spanking the sensitive flesh that draws a whimper at you.
You don’t know how Satoru manages to find his way to the leather couch even with his eyes closed, but he takes you there, no longer gentle as he throws your weight down. You’re falling, falling, falling as your knees hit the material, cheeks pressed against the headrest. You turn back to kiss him one more time, but Satoru keeps you down there, the sound of his belt unbuckling reaching your ears.
Satoru wraps the leather around his palm, kissing you flat on the lips just as he slaps the material to your ass. He’s pushed your robe to bunch up at your waist, groaning into your mouth upon the realization you’ve been walking around the house butt-naked.
“You’re so fucking perfect,” he nips at your lips, feeding off of the pained moans coating his senses at each whip of his belt. “No underwear while I’m gone – you’re begging to be fucked, angel. You’re so filthy,” he swings his arm back to extend the length of the belt, squeezing your ass before he whips it harder against your flesh. You scream at the contact, nails ripping the leather couch and a slight puddle of drool on your lips.
“What?” he snaps, gripping your jaw, his eyes replaced with something animalistic as he stares at you. The love is gone in his eyes, your lover almost unrecognizable from the way he whips you again. You jut forwards, arousal pooling and dripping down his sofa. His eyes trail down your gushing pussy, nostrils flared before throwing his belt to the other side of the room. The buckle hits one of his expensive vases until it comes crashing down, the sound of it nostalgic to the first time you met him. “Can’t talk, huh, baby? What do you want? Tell me what you want.”
“Fuck me,” you blurt out, wiggling your hips sensationally at his already throbbing dick. “Please fuck me.”
You suppose you should’ve been more careful with your words, because Satoru lives to please, and if you tell him to do something, you can expect he’ll give his everything.
He knocks the wind out of your lungs by squeezing your waist, sliding himself into you one, full thrust. You’re wet enough that he slides in easily, but it’s too fast, too early, that the sudden stretch is painfully pleasurable. Satoru delivers one more smack to your flesh that makes it bounce, his growls loud and ragged as he pounds into you.
You’re clutching at the backrest, eyes shut tight as all your attention diverts to the heat in your core. You wish you could see his face, hold his hand or see the way he admires you while he fucks you, but you can’t see anything. Tonight, you could only feel.
Each thrust sends the couch a little ways forward, his balls slapping against your ass. He’s cursing left and right, more focused on getting his anger out his system than pleasuring you. It’s a drastic change to your lover’s behavior in bed, yet you can’t find any muscle in your body that denies this. Satoru can be rough, but he never really goes all out. One way or another, he manages to hold back for your sake, but his mind’s a mess, the voices in his head screaming louder that it drowns out the need to make you cum first.
He’s relentless, grip bruising the harder he fucks into you. You know you’re gone in the instance Satoru plants one foot beside you, the angle causing him to hit deeper.
Satoru ends up fucking into your cervix with each hard thrust, fisting his hand under your robe while he slams forward. It’s so intense that your vision blurs, a faltered grip on the couch. You’re falling limp under his ministrations, his dick successfully hitting that spot that has you seeing white. You’re screaming, babbling nonsense while Satoru uses you as his own fuck toy, pushing past your tight walls and relishing in the way you hug his cock snugly.
He came first, his thrusts growing sloppy and stuttering for a moment. Satoru pulls out so quickly from you that you’re left gasping for air at the sudden emptiness, and that’s when you feel his cum landing on your lower back.
You’re too slow, too weak – or perhaps he’s too strong, too fast – to react properly to his movements.
Satoru doesn’t let you catch your breath as he throws you over his shoulder, your face nearly smacking his ass. You feel dizzy at this position, and the voice in your head tells you that you should be scared he’s manhandling you like this, but seeing him this way – so reveled, so angry, so out of control – has you rubbing your legs, core dripping at the thought of how he’s going to use you tonight.
Your eyes widen when he doesn’t head for the bedroom. You were so sure he’d take you there, but Satoru lays you flat on the marble countertops of the kitchen, the cold biting into your skin.
Satoru doesn’t waste another second before he spreads your legs open and dives into your cunt. You squeal, legs instinctively closing around his head when you feel his tongue lick a flat stripe at your pussy, but he only pushes them apart, encircling your ankles hard to keep you open.
You know he’s strong, but you’re still surprised that he’s capable of rendering you motionless, powerless like this. Your mind wanders off to a dangerous path in wonders of how else he’s hurt someone like this – whether intentionally or unintentionally – but he immediately pulls you back to reality when he sucks your clit, his eyes direct with yours.
His hands trail upwards to squeeze at your breasts, the immediacy of it all firing up that tight knot in your stomach that he failed to snap a while ago.
Satoru’s nose rubs at your skin the harder he sucks at your clit, tugging it upwards until you’re whining around him. It’s always so erotic to see his pretty face buried in your cunt like this; you’ll never get used to him eating you like you’re his last meal. He laps up your juices like a starved man, his tongue prodding between your lips and slurping everything you offer him, one of his arms retracting to slide two fingers inside your sopping hole.
You moan at the sudden intrusion. The sounds of your moans mixing in with the lewd squelching of your dripping pussy is extremely embarrassing, even more so because you’re actually gushing down his palm.
Your juices spread all over his face, and Satoru is greedy, thirsty for more. He pumps harder into you, curling them against the ridges of your walls, and finally, finally you’re there. Your orgasm washes down on you violently that Satoru has to keep a palm flat down on your stomach, his tongue not ceasing from lapping up your juices. You’re convulsing from his hold, stuttered moans rewarding to his ears.
He doesn’t stop coaxing your wetness out of your cunt, his fingers working you out and easing the previous pain of when he entered you without warning. Satoru leans up to help you sit up, his lips colliding with yours for a much gentler kiss this time around.
You cup his cheeks, feeling him slide your body across the counters. Your arousal that he’s failed to clean up remains there until it spreads all over the back of your thighs, the feeling sticky and uncomfortable, but you’re more focused in his tongue dancing with yours. He tastes sweet – like mint and sugar – but his moans are sweeter, the sound dulcet and making you weak on your knees as you taste yourself on him.
Satoru tugs you forward, panic flooding you when you feel nothing under you. You feel like you’re falling again and you immediately encircle your arms around his neck, but he chuckles through the kiss, quick reflexes put into work as he carries you.
The kiss is sloppy yet heated, both of you unable to focus properly when he’s growing hard again. You expect him to take you to the bedroom to finish things for once and for all, but he’s impatient – this much you know the moment he walked in, but somehow keep forgetting – wrapping your legs to his waist instead before slipping inside you.
You mewl into his mouth, eyes snapping open to look at him nervously. His legs are slightly bent as he bounces you on his cock like you weighed nothing.
In this position, he’s hitting deep each time you slide down his cock. Unable to help it, you graze your foreheads with his to stare him deep in the eyes, the usual passion in them slowly returning with each thrust. The work is placed on his shoulders as he holds you close to him, the mind numbing sensation of your erect nipples grazing his sensitive skin enticing him to rut harder into you, all to enjoy the way you fall apart above him.
You’ve been rendered speechless, mouth fallen open to release breathy gasps. Hell, you’re unable to moan, not when his cock is sliding in and out of you so lusciously that you feel every vein protruding from the base of his length. How he manages to walk while fucking you is beyond your comprehension by now, but he seems to be having the time of his life based on his grunting, continuously fucking deep into your pussy so much that he refuses to let you go. Satoru kicks the door to your room open and places you gently on the bed this time, trapping you in his arms but with enough space to let you crawl back up on the bed. You stop as your head hits the pillows, and the mood immediately changes.
Satoru stays still inside you, his large hand cupping your face while you both catch your breath. There’s something unreadable about him. He feels young yet old at the same time, giving you the impression that perhaps he’s still just a child trapped in an old man’s body.
There’s so much fear swirling through the blueness of his eyes that you frown, marveling about what happened to him.
In the intimacy of the moment, you swipe the stray tear that had fallen down his cheek, smiling up at him in hopes he’d realize you’re always there for him. “Satoru,” you whisper, breath hitching as he starts to move. “Baby, what’s wrong?”
Satoru props you sideways, your leg flat on the bed while he hooks the other one over his thigh that is spread beside your body. You have to tilt all the way to the side just to see his face, your hand now bent in an awkward position. Although he doesn’t answer vocally, his gentle thrusts are enough to tell you he doesn’t want to talk about it – he never does, and he never will – so you shut your mouth, focusing on the pleasure of him hitting deep.
Your heart aches for him. You wish he could tell you everything, to share you his worries, and you can’t enjoy him fucking you too much because you’re crying, chest clenching that he’s growing distant no matter how close he is.
You don’t want to lose him.
“Hey,” he easily reads you, leaning down to flutter his eyes at you. “Nothing’s wrong. I’m just tired, okay, angel? But you’re making me feel good, you always do, so let me do the same for you,” Satoru kisses your tears away, the saltiness of it making him fuck harder into you, all to ignore the screaming inside his head.
He wants to hold you, he wants to kiss you, he wants to keep loving you like this, he wants to be with you, he wants to touch you – but it’s not that easy.
It’ll only keep getting harder in the future, but the future isn’t now. Today is the present, and it’s even more precious because you’re there with him. Right now, you’re untouchable by anyone but him, and it’s only him that gets to fuck you like this, only him who gets to see you whimper under him, only him who gets to kiss you hard while he fucks you deep.
He wants to fuck you hard enough that you never forget the feeling of him inside you.
Maybe he’s selfish, maybe he really is demonic, because he wishes that after this you won’t be satisfied with anyone else. He wants to fuck you hard enough you’ll keep wishing it was him, that it’s him who’s hitting your sweet spots and making you see stars, that it’s only him who can make you feel this good.
Satoru interlaces his hand with yours as he feels you tighten around him, the clamping down of your walls a telltale you’re near. You’re moaning, eyes dropping to where your bodies are connected. His cock is slicked with your arousal and he’s still thrusting to passionately, his hands touching you everywhere with the same ardor and impatience one would have when they know time is limited. And Satoru knows better than everyone that no amount of money can buy enough time in this world, because if such was a case, then he’d have done so long ago.
He silences his demons with the only way he knows how to; by kissing you and burying himself deep inside you, snapping his hips angrily as if they would counterattack his fears. Your hold on him is slipping from the sweat dripping down your bodies, but he doesn’t stop, his cock further stretching you out because he’s growing impossibly bigger.
Satoru’s cock twitches inside you, the motion pulling a gasp from you. He bites down on your shoulder, one hand gripping your other leg open as he grunts into your skin, his thrusts focused more on power than speed. He hits deep each time, the sensation of him sliding out slowly only to push back in vigorously to make your pussy throb too intense for you to even form proper sentences. He’s getting nearer, his thrusts growing more fervent and impatient. Satoru thumbs at your clit to coax you into following him, and with his thumb rubbing your clit and flicking it side to side, you end up finishing before him, your moan high-pitched and broken. He eagerly swallows the sound by releasing after you, refusing to pull out even as he feels both your cum trickle afterwards.
The sensitivity is too much for you that you have to push him away, and he complies, falling at your side but not before wrapping an arm around you first. His heartbeat is pumping under you, your hands tracing circles at his chest while he holds you impossibly close, littering kisses at the crown of your head.
It’s clear that something is wrong, but he won’t tell you no matter how much you ask. You know firsthand how annoying it is when someone can’t respect your space, so you close your eyes and let sleep overtake you instead, basking in the after sex glow and relieved only by his touch.
Hopefully, you think to yourself, he can tell you another time.
“Satoru,” you murmur seconds before falling asleep.
“If there’s something wrong…you’ll let me know, yeah?”
“Yeah,” he lies through gritted chest, pushing your head deeper into his sweaty chest. He has a habit of doing this; of pushing you close so you don’t see his face, so you don’t see the tears streaming down his face that are soon lost in your hair. You think that maybe he’s just breathing hard after work and fucking you, but he’s torn inside, feeling too broken that not even you could help fix his heart.
But you’re still there, and that’s enough for him. So he keeps his lips planted on your forehead all the way until the first sliver of light extends its fingertips over the horizon, the orange glow bathing you in an ethereal light while his body remained in the darkness.
It serves as a painful reminder that he’ll never be worthy of your love, that he’ll never earn the blessing that is your heart, that you’ll never truly love him the way he’s always wanted to be loved. Maybe now you think you do, but it will change once the darkness reveals his true nature, and the thought of you pushing him away hurts a lot more than having never been loved in the first place. To him, it’s a thousand times worse when you get a taste of something, only to have it pulled away from you.
And the longer he stays there next to you, he can’t help but picture your smile soon turned into a look of fear, your body bruised with marks and blood instead of his love bites.
They call him the notorious mafia leader who bows and yields to no one, but it’s not true. Gojo Satoru most definitely has his weakness, one that came into a form of his lover, and he can’t handle that you’d get hurt because of him someday that he believes it’s just better to let things be this way.
He’s silent from when he leaves the bed, refusing to look at you one last time as a final resolve of whatever is left in his strength. He quickly dresses himself and picks up your discarded robe on the ground, folding it and leaving it on the counter before shutting the door, the sound of his footsteps mute compared to the frantic beating of his heart.
Geto is already there at the lobby, his face empty yet eyes filled with sympathy. He opens the door for Satoru who slides in wordlessly, his lips pulled into a thin line while he punches in zeroes upon zeroes.
The words transaction complete flashes before him, and for a split second, he gets the urge to run back inside to hold you. But Geto clears his throat from the passenger’s seat, nodding at his phone that Satoru visibly deflates. His hands are numb the whole time he deletes your photos, your videos, and erases your contact, but it only hits hard that its over once he chucked the phone out the window, watching through his sunglasses as the device is crushed under another speeding car.
Its over, its over, its over – it keeps chanting at his head, and he wants to punch himself, wants to never see another daylight again every time he imagines you waking up alone and unable to find him. He wants to be sad, and he is, but there’s that relief blossoming inside him anyway that whispers its over, you’re safe that he can’t help but think…its okay, its over.
With that, Satoru rolls up the windows and nods at the driver who’s been waiting for him the whole time. He makes eye contact with a proud Geto from the rearview mirror, concealing his heartbreak with a laugh as he crosses his leg over the other.
“It’s over,” he says more to himself, “Let’s go.”
Gojo Satoru is a firm believer that if you work hard for it then you shall earn it. That’s the reason he got this far in life in the first place, he’s got his tenacity and dedication to thank for. But on the other side, he’s not unfamiliar with his own sins as well, and he also believes that there is punishment due for his sins as he’s earned it.
And the punishment of loving you – only to have you slip from his arms – is a punishment he’ll wholeheartedly accept.
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♧ character: toji fushiguro x fem!reader.
♧ warnings: au [omegaverse], heat, mentioned abilities and cigarettes, rough sex, hair pulling, oral, spanking, creampie, marks/hickeys, daddy kink, size kink, curse words.
♧ synopsis: his scent is dark chocolate mixed with cigarettes which maddening you. every your heat occurs distraught: sex-rest-sex. the situation is deteriorating if toji has his heat too, and it seems both you're going to have blazing heat because his scent is getting stronger.
toji is a fucking teaser: he didn't tell you that he was summoned as an experienced sorcerer killer. he knew you don't like his way to earn money, but still, you're by his side, baking him buns and please him at the night. you aren't having the toxic or abusive relationship with toji, just the thought he's killing a sorcerer somewhere far beyond a house, makes you crunch fingers. you told him you'll leave him if he won't stop doing his job, but he apologies with his tongue, and every time you forgive him.
your heat overwhelmed you spontaneously - you were baking lemon cake, specially for your lover, when your felt how the fever spread all over your body, covered every inch, and down there you felt how you became wet. your lover is gone - where the hell is he when you're needy for his pulsing dick in your dripping cunt? you turned off the oven, making small steps leading to the bedroom for his shirt.
you hate him so much right now: your heat happens every three months and it's time to have an unforgettable weekend with him. thanks to his work, he's far away from you; however, your estrus won't stop because your alfa had gone.
his fingers, his dick, you're a pathetic girl who desperately wants to smell the pungent scent of his man, feeling his throbbing dick inside your cunt, let him literally rip your uterus with his cock. you would reply: 'go ahead, fuck me that in the morning i will feel pervasive pain between my legs'
you rolled down the wall, sniffing his black shirt, remembering toji's muscular upper body, mostly abs, shines through the fabric of his clothes. his sweatpants outlining flaccid dick, although you didn't call it flaccid, but hard as rock cock.
that cock is sticks out from the fabric, those abs and biceps of his - you're dripping without your heat. his scent is dark chocolate mixed with cigarettes, especially the last one scent isn't it enough for you to become a huge mess?
'open your mouth, daddy will spit in your mouth'
who are you to disobey the simple order? your hands are tied up with his tie behind a back, you're sitting on your knees, sopping and needy for his tongue or fingers in your pussy now, but toji is teasing you until you'll be begging him.
you opened your mouth, stick out a tongue, feeling his long fingers on your cheeks and his saliva in your mouth. you could swear to god it tastes like dark chocolate.
smelling his clothes while you've been necessitous for his dick sucks, although you've got no alternative for now, except for masturbating yourself. you reached down to pull aside the panties when you smell that scent. those forceful smells of his are overwhelming the bedroom, forcing your peachy scent to discover.
'don't you dare touch yourself, you're little whore'
you flinched, automatically removing your hand from panties. he's all wet, could bet he has been sweating since he left the house. toji is exhaling loud, probably lost his breath in the battle or while he was rushing to you. his olfactory organ could sniff out your peachy scent of heat far away from the place you're: his heat certainly took him suddenly as yours.
'you know my name, peachy'
his damn it shirt silhouetting his torso, in addition, the fewer force his body to swear emits his smell became more piquant. damn his fucking handsome body and scent - if you won't have his dick, you would cry.
'daddy, please' you said almost crying, spreading apart your legs. so malleable, vulnerable, and poor for your alfa - the way you're lost in his smell makes him groaned, stood on his knees. if he has been on his first rut, he could barely control himself at the sight of your face: in your eyes are reading lust and debauchery, you're still squeezing his shirt, hoping it may helps you cum. leaning your legs on his muscular shoulders, toji left soft kisses on your ankles, unable to hold back himself, he ripped your panties, ogling at the abundance of your natural lubricant, licking his lips.
'i'm sorry, princess, i should've left you alone with your heat..' he pulls your cunt closer to his face, burying his nose in your crotch. fushigoru's sight changed to the deep and insatiable, knowing you won't fight back, completely haggard of the thoughts and desire. '..i don't think i'll go easy on you' he stood up with you on his shoulders, throwing you on the bed.
'you know how much daddy adores when you squirt on his face, baby girl, so don't hold back'
his-fucking-long-tongue. the tip of the tongue is playing with the clit whilst fingers are running over your hips. he's trying his best to prepare you for the fat cock, not ripping your cunt as it was the last time. toji's amorous attitude towards your clit and pussy, making you squeeze the sheet with your little fists, arching the back, getting lost in the pleasure. your eyes are rolling from the delight he puts you in, not be able to regulate your vocal and orgasm, you gave him what he has been asking for with an oblong moan.
'not enough, princess, give me your juices'
new orgasm is building up again, thanks to his masterpiece tongue - he plays with a sensitive spot and licking your entrance, switching the pace from the sluggish to the aggressive, makes you twitch and squirm over the bed. being soft for toji is something new - he would rather fuck you 'till you're verbatim screaming the safe word and begging to have a rest.
'give that, slut!' sorcerer screamed, burying his mouth deeper in your crotch, eating you out. his scent, his low voice, his tongue and fingers, his probably throbbing cock that wants to feel your cunt it all makes do his order, not even trying to delay it: you abundantly squirt on his face, watching at him. he licked lips, taking off his clothes. your legs are shaking, but the excitation didn't quench, conversely, the desire to feel his thick cock is growing.
'look down at my cock, aren't you being needy for it?'
the head is red because of blood that is there since the battle or since he started to lick you? toji's smears the precum on the tip of the cock, getting a contraceptive out of nowhere, putting on protection, pulls his ankles on his shoulder, leading closer to your face. he kisses you deeply, using a tongue to play with yours, mingling your saliva together, biting your lower lip. you're burying hands into his black hair, ruffling and pulling back, whimpering into the kiss. he presses the head at your entrance, biting your neck. notwithstanding he has been preparing you, his cock is large for you.
'your so tight, slut' with an unexpected move, he put his dick inside your uterus, burying it in, staring at your precious face. evidently, you didn't expect he would pull it inside quickly; your eyes widened, exhaling a whimper. toji couldn't persist, but embed a tongue in your mouth. he placed both of his hands between your head, detached from you, to ogle from the top at your ahegao. clapping and squishy are filling the room - his balls slapping against your ass making such sounds.
'kitten, fuck-' his low voice with echo distributed over the room, tilting his head back, accelerating the pace. 'i'm gonna slap your ass five times and will cum on my dick, got it, slut?'
praising and degrading you, squeezing the sheet with those strong palms, attempting to delay the orgasm until you do a creampie.
'one' sonorous sound made you squirm, but his hands give you none possibility of slipping away from flogging. 'two' toji's sturdy palm smack the same butt cheek, looking into your eyes. you're avoiding catching his sight, because, fuck, one look at his wet and gorgeous face and you will cum immediately. 'three, baby girl' you lost in the pain and delight, eyes closed tight, waiting for the last slap to give a creampie.
'fuck, four' he growled in your ear, increasing the tempo. the concupiscent and desire are managing him - he licked your neck first, before bite through your soft skin on neck, mixing your scent together, giving you a label for other boys. it's screaming - she's mine, fuck off, bastards.
'god, i'm cumming, princess, cum with me, cum with me!' toji's bass voice in conjunction with his thick cock released a creampie, finishing inside the condom. as soon as his hot semen was in the contraceptive, he pulled his cock out of your wet pussy, throw it at the basket near the bed.
'come closer, princess'
toji laid down on the pillows, pull you on his chest, rubbing your back softly, kissing your hair. both of you are breathing heavily, trying to regain the breath. he put his land on your cheek, giving you a thankful kiss on your lips.
'wanna take a bath?'
'only if you take me to the bathroom'
toji smiles, catching his breath. the heat isn't gone: you have a couple of hours to get a snack and wash your bodies before proceeding to the second round.
i don't know if you love oneshots with toji [i mean love him as a character], if yes - i'll do the part two with the punshiment + aftercare. let say, three hundred notes? cause, yeah, he's kinda bad, but his body.. i'm simp. :3
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Soooo there are many fics where reader makes steve jealous and it ends in rogh possesive fcking.. but what if steve tries to make reader jealous and it totally backfires and she becomes extremely insecure?? But please with a fluffy ending because my poor heart can’t handle anything less 🥺🥺
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"Um... yes?" You asked as you brought down the hand which was holding out a twenty dollar bill - since you thought it was the pizza you've been waiting for, for like the past half an hour, and not a blond, six feet and some inches,tall super soldier.
"Hi... doll," he smiled.
"My name's Y/N," you corrected him as you frowned, so fed up of men undermining you by calling you such 'sweet' nicknames. You knew Captain Rogers wasn't like that, but still you couldn't have him getting any ideas.
"Right," he cleared his throat as he repeated your name. "Sorry," he said with a toothy grin, which almost made your heart melt.
"How did you get my address, Captain?"
"Tony gave it to me. I would've asked you at work... but I wanted to do this the right way."
"Do what?" you quirked a brow.
"Um, I maybe people aren't as formal nowadays," he sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck, "But I can't really change who I am... not so late in life anyway," he cringed as he realised he was pretty rambling then, taking a deep breath he gathered enough courage, "I wanted to ask you to come with me, as my date, to the valentines party this Sunday."
You hummed at that, considering it because damn if Rogers wasn't convincing. Even when he wasn't as authoritative and dominating as he is when he puts on the suit.
It would be nice to be courted and treated nicely, and to not have to put up with the shit most men try to pull with you, you were sure Rogers would show you the time of your life. Besides, only an idiot would say no to him.
"No." You said with a finality that left no room for debate. "Is that all?"
"Uh... I... yes..." he stammered, not exactly prepared to be turned down so bluntly. "Can I ask why?"
"I don't shit where I eat."
"What?" his eyebrows cutely scrunching up.
You just knew you must've touched a nerve with your crass language. Tony, your boss, had told you about Cap and his 'language' incident.
"I don't date people at work... it can get complicated," you explained as he nodded.
It wasn't a complete lie. You didn't want to be known as the 'easy' girl or have others gossip about you. But that would be a sacrifice you'd willing make for someone like Steve. Who'd dare make fun of the Captains girl anyway?
You had been smitten with him from the moment you saw him, learning about his bravery and sacrifice as a kid you looked upto him and respected him, but when you met him in real life... you were a complete goner. Your stomach did somersaults every time he touched you, or hell even looked your way.
You tried your best to flirt, which was basically you stuttering and trying to make small talk whenever you had a chance to talk to him. Since he was born almost a century ago he would probably be offended if you were the one to make the first move.
You continued your back and forth for weeks before he told you about her. That he'll be visiting her over the weekend. You simply nodded, having a vague idea of who Peggy Carter was but not of what she went to Steve.
After some research you found out that she was an old flame of his, someone he couldn't marry and build a life with because he was frozen for decades. Upon seeing her many qualifications, and just how freaking brilliant she was, you knew one thing.
You may not be as smart as her, but you knew that you could never measure upto a woman that incredible. Someone Steve still visits after all these years. You were already afraid that he was out of your league but now you were sure of it.
"Did I do something wrong?" he wanted to know.
"What do you mean?"
"Well," he shoved his hands in his pockets, his bottom lip jutting out in a pout, "It's just that you used to talk to me all the time... and now it seems as if you're ignoring me. Is it because of something I did? Whatever it is I never meant to hurt you," he swore.
You sighed. "It's nothing you did, really. I just realized how incompatible we are. I hope you find the one you're looking for, someone who'll make you happy and give you the world. It just won't be me."
You didn't let him say anything closing your door instantly as you kept your tears at bay.
At the valentines party
"Cap," Tony said, slapping a hand on Steve's shoulder, "I thought you'd have her on your arm tonight. What happened?"
Referring to his assistant. He wanted to play cupid this once, since it was the season of love, he wanted to see his idiot friends happy. He was sure you both would be disgustingly smooching and all cute at the party. But not only had you both shown up separately, you seemed to be actively ignoring Steve.
"She uh... rejected me," he said, looking down into his glass of whiskey. It didn't do much for him but it helped him blend in.
"Ouch," Tony winced, "I was sure she would go for you. But I guess I have been wrong before," he shrugged.
"Yeah. She goes all heart eyes whenever you're around. But I guess that's nothing unique since that's just how most women act around you," he scoffed. "You should read all the love letters you got today. I was going through them, you have quite a passionate fanbase of people who want to... what was it..." he pretended to think hard about it. "Yes, 'ride your bicep', I don't understand the physics of how on earth that would work, but I am intrigued."
"Tony," Steve rolled his eyes as he always does when he's around the billionaire. "I don't really care about all of them... they don't know me. I only care about her and I don't know why she said no, but there's nothing I can do about it."
"Whoa, you're accepting defeat so soon? Where's that I-can-do-this-all-day attitude?"
"This isn't a war, Tony. If she doesn't see me that way... then there isn't much I could do."
"Maybe she's just playing hard to get. There's absolutely no way to really know what goes on in womens heads, Rogers. They're so smart and sneaky... it's kinda scary actually."
"I don't think she'd play games..."
Tony had gotten distracted pretty quickly and left Steve alone to pout and only appreciate your beauty from afar. You had worn a pink dress with red hearts on it, and for some reason, you got more beautiful every time he looked at you.
He jerked when he heard the foreign voice, looking at the blonde woman next to him, with her hand out, he shook it just to be polite.
"I'm Crystal," she smiled, flashing her sparkly white teeth.
"Of course I know who you are!" she laughed, "You're Captain America, everyone knows you," she playfully hot his bicep before squeezing it, "Oh my... you must work out a lot."
"Uh... yeah..." he nodded. He could never get used to how people perceived him so differently.
"There is something I need to know really bad," Crystal blinked as she looked up at him, "Do you wear underwear in those suits? They seem really tight, wouldn't it be uncomfortable?"
"Oh, um... we just sort of..."
You had never looked at yourself as a jealous person. Maybe things were different when it came to Steve... he was a pretty special guy.
When you looked at him, talking to some girl, dancing with her, laughing and having fun with her, it was as if you were on fire from simmering rage, at the same time you could feel your heart breaking in a million pieces.
You knew it was wrong. You had no claim to him, he can do whatever he wants. If you said no to him then it makes perfect sense that he seeked out someone else.
You just had to get away for some fresh air, so you wouldn't abandon all class and pull the girls hair and drag her away from your Steve.
You yelped when you heard him call out your name.
Looking over your shoulder you saw him staring at you, his brows scrunched up, he looked so worried. But why?
"What're you doing here? You'll catch a cold, doll," he takes off his blazer, putting it over your shoulders and then groaning when he realised his slip up.
"Right, sorry, old habits die hard. I won't call you that again, I promise," he said, crossing his finger over his heart.
"No... I think it's kinda sweet. No ones ever had such an endearing petname for me. I do like it."
"Oh," he frowned, "it's just that you said you didn't."
Tony, of all the people in the whole universe, was right. There was no understanding women.
"I guess I lied..."
"Um..." You were at a loss of words and nervous. Steve wouldn't tolerate lies, and you didn't want him to hate you. "It was easier to do that then tell you the truth."
"What's the truth?"
"I do like you... a lot. But I don't want to live in someone else's shadow. And I just think the whole thing would end in a disaster..."
"What're you talking about, Y/N?"
"Peggy. Your first and only love. I can't measure upto her, not in my wildest dreams, there's no use trying."
"Why would you have to measure upto Peggy?"
You opened your mouth to answer, but couldn't really come up with an answer. "Why wouldn't I?"
"I did have feelings for her, but that was a long time ago. I'm happy she lived her life, it just wasn't meant to be."
"So, you're not still in love with her?"
"No," he shook his head, "I wouldn't have asked you out if I was."
"Well, what about Crystal? You were practically glued to her the entire evening!" you huffed as you stomped your foot. Mad at your own stupidity. You could've simply told him the truth and asked for a straight answer. "I have to warn you, she had was pretty crazy in the last season."
"Mm-hm, the last season of her reality show, I've seen all eight seasons. Maybe they just amp up the drama, maybe she isn't actually crazy, I wouldn't know," you shrugged.
"Doll," he smirked, circling a hand around your waist and pulling you into him, "are you jealous?"
"I am not!" you gasped, looking away from his eyes as you felt your cheeks heat up.
"I don't want anyone but you. Why would I? You're goddamn perfect. And... I want you to be my girl."
"I guess I don't really have a reason to say no now..." you murmured, your face still flustered as you played with the buttons on his shirt before he tilted your chin up to make you look at him, placing his lips over yours in the most tender of kisses.
"Got the job done, Tones... I'm pretty sure I saw him go after her, I have to say though, you look at Captain America, and you really don't expect him to be that awkward..." Crystal said as she sipped on her gin and tonic. "You owe me."
Tony only hummed, not too happy about being indebted to someone, but you both needed a necessary push in the right direction.
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Alright I’m back mate and boy do I have something. So imagine all of them (boys of the bakusquad) wanting Y/n, and they’ve talked about this together to try and come up with a way to get closer to him. So they decide that in order to get closer to him, one of them (you can decide) has to get into a relationship with Y/n’s sister. (Sister could be an OC, a character, or just a sister insert) This way, all of them can get into his their house without it being suspicious. Y/n’s sister doesn’t really think much about it, but the four of them always tease and borderline flirt with Y/n while they’re there. Don’t think they didn’t notice you blushing. So one day when his sister and parents aren’t home, they all decide to visit, knowing that Y/n is home from college that weekend, and all alone. Deciding that this will be the day that they bring him to bed, each have their turn with him, and milk him till he just can’t come anymore. (Dub-con? Y/n clearly wants it- who wouldn’t lol?)
Just realized that if you dislike some female character in the show, you could just use them as the sister lol. Also sorry my request is kinda long for this, but thanks if you decide to do it! I appreciate it.
oh i love this request so much! may have had a bit too much fun with this and got carried away
pairing: bakusquad (- mina) x male reader
content tags: group sex, milking, double penetration, face fucking, male squirting, creampie, sex toys, praise, light degradation, electro stim play
word count: 2.5k
The day Sero started dating your younger sister was a weird one. You’d never felt too protective over her considering she’s only a year younger and a hero, but seeing her hold hands with your classmate lit something inside you. It’s why whenever Sero wanted to come over, you’d beg for the rest of the Bakusquad to join him. You thought it was a way to protect your sister. You thought you were doing a good job. Yeah, you thought a lot of things.
Then they started teasing you- even Sero. The four of them love to tease you and act flirtatious with you. Even with Maiko in the room, they all find a way to tease you and not gain any suspicion from her. Their hands wander places where they shouldn't and you can't do anything but give them a stern look as you swat their hands away, blush apparent on your face. You don't know what they're doing but it gives extremely mixed messages.
But you think you finally understand when they show up unannounced, all four grinning as they push their way into your house.
“How long are we gonna let Bakugou eat his face?”
As soon as the four of them got you in your room, Bakugou pounced on you. He’s holding you by your hips, grinding himself against you. His mouth is smashed against yours, teeth clashing as he devours your mouth with his tongue. You don’t have much of a choice but to go along with it. It’s not like you hate this. Rather, you’re enjoying this way too much.
“We can get everything set up while they’re eating each other’s faces.” Sero shrugs as he pulls out the contents of the bag. Lube, towels, toys, said toys being Kaminari’s suggestion. “Why’d you bring a cock ring? I thought the goal was to milk him?”
“It’s for us! Gotta last longer for him, right?”
“For once you make a good point.” Kirishima pulls Bakugou away from you by his hair, earning a growl. “Stop hogging him, bro.”
Kirishima helps you towards the bed, sitting you down on the edge of it. He tugs your sweatpants down, slowly taking your clothes off. You definitely need a breather and the redhead is more than happy to give you one. He does all of the work for you, lifting your legs and body with his strength so all you have to do is sit there. You watch him with half-lidded eyes as you catch your breath. Besides your heavy breathing, you can hear the other three taking their own clothes off. The rustling of their clothes falling to the floor is as quiet as it’ll be from now on.
Your cock springs out of your boxers, almost completely hard from Bakugou’s actions. It’s a little embarrassing how quickly you’re turned on. They just think it’s cute.
“Denki, didn’t you say you wanted to taste him?”
The blond in question nods eagerly and nearly trips over himself to replace Kirishima’s spot between your legs. He’s already excited, cock hard and slapping against his stomach. Does the thought of giving you head really turn him on that much?
Apparently it does. He lets out a small moan when he grabs your cock and pumps it a few times. You can see his eyes dilate and his mouth is open slightly as he admires it. And when he finally takes it in his mouth, it feels like he’s practiced for this.
“Fuck, Denki-” His mouth is warm and inviting, his tongue doing its best to wrap around the shaft as he bobs his head. You weave your hands into his hair and help him take you deeper. You’re not huge, but you do know it might take a bit to take all of you.
Then he moans. The vibrations go straight to your core and your shove his face flush against your hips. He gags around your cock but doesn’t try to pull away. Instead, he looks up at you with eyes that scream for you to keep going. You’re not the type of person to refuse someone, so you give him exactly what he wants.
You take hold of his head and move it up and down, using his mouth as a toy. Kaminari moans each time your cock hits the back of his throat. The two of you are caught up in the moment to the point where you don’t notice Sero coming up behind you. The hero begins to kiss along your neck, hands going to grope at your chest. Finger pinch your nipples harshly and you let out a surprised moan.
“Hanta, what are you doing?”
“Your chest looked a little lonely.” He hums and continues to play with your nipples, pinching and flicking them as he kisses your neck. You’re not sure what Kirishima and Bakugou are doing but you can’t focus on it, not when you’re reaching your end. Your hips stutter and you press Kaminari’s face against you as much as you can. The blond’s eyes roll back into his head as you cum, shooting ropes down his throat. You can feel him swallow it all and the sensation makes you groan.
Kaminari removes himself from your cock with a pop, face red. Tears and drool cover his face and it’s oddly endearing.
“Alright, Kirishima?” Sero grabs you by your hips and pulls you with him further onto the bed. He rests against the headboard and continues to tease your nipples. Kirishima crawls in front of you, a bottle of lube in hand. You know what he’s going to do but it doesn’t make you any less anxious.
“Hey, hey, it’ll be okay.” The redhead rubs comforting circles into your inner thigh, smiling at you. You watch him pour some lube onto his fingers and circle your hole gently. He watches your face as he begins to push one finger in. There’s a moment of surprise when it goes in without much protest, you looking to the side to avoid his stare. You’re thankful that he doesn’t say anything. Rather, he just pushes another finger inside you.
It takes a few tries before he manages to find that soft spot inside you. You let out a whimper and your hips move away. Bakugou is more than happy to sit on your stomach, keeping you in place.
The blond takes this chance to devour your mouth once more. This time you moan and kiss back with as much need as he does. His erection grinds against your stomach as you kiss. You reach down to pump his cock a few times, enjoying the feeling of how hot and heavy it is in your hand. Bakugou swats your hand away and glares at you, pulling back.
Kirishima is eager to fuck you. He pulls his fingers out after barely prepping you and slathers his own cock with lube. You’re sure he doesn’t mean to, but he sheathes himself inside you a little too quickly. A small yelp leaves you and three sets of eyes land on the redhead. The three heroes stare at him for a moment before turning their eyes back to you.
“Sorry he’s being so rough...” Sero leaves open mouthed kisses along your neck and shoulders as he soothes you, “We’ve just wanted to fuck you for so long.”
Bakugou moves off of you, sitting beside you as Kirishima begins to move slowly. Kaminari has settled on the other side of you, one hand cupping your balls and the other teasing the head of your limp cock.
A small shock goes through you. It’s from Kaminari’s hand, the blond stimulating you back to hardness with his hands. The shocks are sent through both your cock and balls. You squirm and whimper, the head of your cock twitching pathetically with each shock. Even if it’s not hard, it still weeps precum all over your abdomen.
Then the redhead’s pace gets rough. His balls slap against your ass with each thrust, making sure your hips meet before he pulls out. Your overwhelmed by the stretch of your walls and how Kirishima seems to be rubbing against all the right spots inside you. There’s even a small bump that appears whenever he’s fully inside you. It pokes out of your stomach and the other three marvel at how hot it is.
Kaminari’s shocks finally bring your cock back to life. It stands at attention, tip swollen and red. He lets go of it and watches it slap against your stomach, precum smearing over the skin.
“Relax for us, Y/N.”
You don’t know what Kaminari means until you see something in Bakugou’s hand. It’s metal and long but you don’t exactly know what it is. At least, until the blond begins to circle it around the head of your dick. There’s no warning for your when he prods the slit of your cock with it, slowly inching the rod inside you. It’s a strange feeling but it doesn’t hurt. For a moment you think it’s not so bad, but then Bakugou presses a button.
“Wha-” The rod is vibrating. Your back arches off the bed and tenses, a confused moan escaping you. Sero leans down to capture your lips, kissing you gently compared to Bakugou. Both blond heroes are tending to your nipples, each one has a nipple in their mouth. Bakugou’s hand is wrapping around the base of your cock, pumping it gently. Kaminari is once again fondling your sack, giving it small squeezes and shocks to stimulate you.
And you cum, you cum hard. Strangled moans are muffled by Sero’s lips. Your cock twitches and cum leaks out past the rod, dribbling down your shaft slowly. It’s a strangle climax. It doesn’t come out like it usually does and everywhere is being touched. You don’t get to come down from your high either- it just keeps going. They don’t stop what they’re doing, the only thing changing being the way Kirishima’s thrusts grow erratic.
He releases inside you and you can vaguely feel warmth filling you. It feels empty when he pulls out, your hole clenching around nothing. Kirishima takes a moment to spread your ass to watch his cum leak out a little.
Sero releases your lips and removes himself from behind you, letting Kirishima take his place. He situates between your legs and ruts his cock against your ass. He can feel your hole clenching each time he brushes the head of his cock against it. Your body is so needy and he can’t possibly refuse you.
He’s longer than the redhead, that’s for sure. Not as thick, but definitely longer. Sero reaches deeper and touches places you didn’t think could be touched. His pace is slow, watching the way your hole so eagerly swallows his cock. You’re clenching and trembling so much from the overstimulation, the vibrating rod still abusing your limp cock.
“Good boy, good boy, Y/N.” Kirishima praises you as tears fall from your eyes. It blurs between pain and pleasure and you don’t know how to process it. You cling to his words, holding into his arms as he shushes you. “We’re so proud of you. You’re so good for us, so good. We’ll take such good care of you.”
You’re mouth is left unattended. Moans and sobs fill the room, a line of drool coming out of your mouth. You can’t form any words either. They’re enamored by it, staring at how you’ve come undone just after two times. A thin layer of sweat covers your body and it makes you look shiny, you practically glow.
“Fuck, so tight- you’re so tight, Y/N.” Sero’s words barely register. Something is building in your core as Kaminari begins to send larger shocks through your sack. They make your cock twitch more than it already is. The constant vibrations inside your urethra are making your cock vibrate and twitch even when it’s soft.
“Kaminari.” The hero fucking you catches the blond’s attention. He puts a finger in your ass and tugs it open a little more. “Think you can fit?”
The absence of Kaminari’s lips and hands don’t register right away, especially when Bakugou begins to pinch your abandoned nipple. Your haze is lifted somewhat when you feel your ass stretching just a bit more. The blond is slowly pushing his cock inside, joining Sero in your tight hole. The stretch alone forces another orgasm through you without even getting hard, more cum leaking past the rod.
As Kaminari sheathes himself completely, the other hero stills. They don’t move for a bit, they let you get used to having both of them inside you.
“What a good boy. You’re taking them so well, taking them just like we know you could.” Kirishima’s words soothe you. “They’re going to make you feel even better.”
Then they start moving. The two of them alternate thrusts, moving slowly and carefully. Your belly bulges from the stretch and Kirishima reaches down to rub the bulge, groaning at the feeling. His cock twitches with arousal behind you. But he’s had his turn and you need comfort.
Your prostate is being pressed against constantly. It’s a never-ending stimulation of your most sensitive spots. You hold onto Kirishima as tightly as you can as a rush of warmth goes through you. The feeling isn’t the same as an orgasm and you lift your head up for a brief second to see clear fluid gush out of your cock past the rod.
“Oh my god, he just squirted.” Kaminari stares down at you in wonder as he fucks you, grabbing your cock and pumping it. Your stomach is covered in whatever you let out. Bakugou moves himself down to lick at it, curious to its taste. It’s not pleasant, but not unpleasant either.
And the blond is hard, impatient for his turn. As much as he wants to fuck you properly, he needs release. He turns your head to face him, his cock gently slapping against your face. Your mouth is already open and he begins to slide it inside. The moans and sobs you make vibrate around his cock, making him feel amazing. It’s difficult to keep himself from fucking your face like you did with Kaminari but he knows that a slow pace is better.
The head of his cock presses against the back of your throat and you gag before he pushes deeper. Your face meets his pelvis for a few seconds before he pulls out. Bakugou is looking down at you as your eyes flutter closed, mouth stretched to fit his cock inside of it. You look so cute, so eager to please him. Your head must be a mess right now.
“Damn, I’m cumming already. This is amazing.”
The blond fucking your ass stills inside you, cum filling you. Sero is still going, his pace slow and deep. He’s nowhere near done and has more stamina than the other three. Taking it slow and thoroughly enjoying the warmth of your ass is how he wants to go.
More cum leaks out of your cock and finally, the rod is pulled out. Cum practically pours out once the rod is fully out. It pools on your stomach and mixes with the fluids from your squirting.
Your head is a mess, a haze of pleasure. You don’t know what’s going on besides how good you feel from all of them. You don’t care anymore. They can do whatever they want with you.
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Calling them by their names (Dekusquad)
A/N: I love this trend on tiktok where you call your lover by their real names instead of endearments! I think it’s really cute and sweet uwu
!Warnings!: Cursing, suggestive implications (slightdom!Deku)
Midoriya Izuku 緑谷 出久
Cinnamon boyfriends are so fun to tease. People outside your relationship saw the both of you as complete opposites, you were confident and quite loud and you barely got injured unlike your green-haired boyfriend who would break bones every 10 seconds.
He was quiet and sweet and was always a nervous mess when he’s with you even if you’ve been dating for a year now. But let’s say... Deku isn’t as sweet as everyone thinks he is.
“Hey Midoriya, Aizawa-sensei told us to partner up for this assignment. Your room or mine?” you smiled sweetly only to be greeted by a nervous wreck of a boy. “S-sure, puppy. Anywhere you want”
You inched closer to his face before tilting your head “What’s wrong Midoriya? Do you feel sick?” Now the boy was on the verge of tears, lips clearly quivering. “What did I do to make you mad, puppy? C-can you tell me so I can fix it?”
Your precious cinnamon roll was almost in tears and it was clearly your fault. It felt like you were even a bigger jerk than Bakugou ever was (and that says a lot). You quickly tackled your sweet broccoli to the ground while rubbing your cheek against his.
“I’m sorry baby! I just wanted to try calling you Midoriya to see how you’d react! Don’t cry!” Deku sat up and positioned you to straddle his lap. With a firm grip, he slightly squeezed your cheeks in one hand and made you look at him.
“I-Izuku?” He chuckled lowly “My puppy’s becoming quite the prankster. I think I need to put you back in your place.” He carefully set you down and stood up by himself. A single stern command slipped out of his mouth before he started walking away.
Iida Tenya 飯田 天哉
THIS MAN DOESN’T EVEN FLINCH. Both of you have been tasked to clean the common area of the dorm this weekend “Iida, help me lift the couch please!” He drops what he’s doing and immediately goes to help you with a smile.
“Hey Iida, do you think yellow curtains would be better than green ones?” You raise the cloths in your hands and he leans closer to them to inspect further. “I think yellow ones would make the place look lively, darling. Choose that one.” He pats your head and continues vacuuming the carpets.
You just stand there, slightly pissed that he isn’t reacting the way you want to. He finally asks about it “By the way love, you like calling me by my last name now?” desperate to rile him up, you reply with a slightly sassy “Yeah I do”
You thought it would finally be time for his forehead to crease but instead, he let out a small chuckle “Alright” kissing your forehead and again returning to his share of chores. “Oh c’mon babe, you/re just gonna accept it just like that?!”
There he goes with his robot hands “Of course! You must know by now how much pride I have in the Iida family name, Y/n!” You mentally facepalm I FORGOT HOW MUCH OF A PRIDEFUL MAN THIS NERD IS!
You got and koala hug him because he may be a nerd, but he’s your nerd. “You’re such a nerd, but it’s cute, you human car” you kiss him on the cheek but he grabs your arms and forces you to sit on the couch.
If you think you’d both get down and do freaky freaky, then feel free to dream. The rest of the afternoon was spent with Iida explaining how his engines were WAY better than those of cars.
That pet name had never been said ever since that day.
Todoroki Shouto 轟 焦凍
Classes ended today like the usual, only, tomorrow Aizawa had promised the class one HELL of a quiz because they were a tad more rowdy today. Aizawa’s quizzes sure weren’t for the everyday, normal student so you really had to study.
You weren’t at the bottom but you were 3 places lower than your boyfriend Shouto. Walking together back to the dorms and hanging out in either of your rooms for a few hours have been a routine since you became a couple.
Today’s destination was the tatami room so both of you could sit and relax on the floor while studying together. How Shouto managed to transform his room into this was always the biggest mystery to you.
“It’s really amazing how you remodeled this room Todoroki. All i know is that you really did have to work hard for this to look like the one you have at home” your chuckles died down as you noticed that he didn’t respond, not even a glace was sent your way.
You tapped his shoulder “Hey, I was talking to you Todoroki” You pout and he gives and innocent look as if he really didn’t hear you. “Sorry, I thought I heard wrong” Maybe you should try again now that his attention’s on you.
He checked his phone from time to time and maybe he had received updates on his hero costume. “Did the tech department send you updates on your costume?” “Yeah, but they only adjusted minor stuff Angelpie”
You choked on your own saliva and maybe it was you who misheard this time. “Excuse me, WHAT?” “Why, is there a problem with it, Honeysnuggles?” Your toes start to curl up at the names your half and half boyfriend had started to call you.
In one swift swipe, you snatch his phone from his hands only to reveal that he was on the internet searching for cringey and weird pet names. You faced him again and saw him having such a smug look on his face “I guess this wont be happening again right, Snookywooky?”
You could only scream Endeavor-style.
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I usually don’t read the outsiders fanfiction but yours is so good that I can’t resist! just dropping by to say that + I hope you’re doing well and may I request a Dallas Winston fluffy headcanon/imagine? thank u so so much
I’m doing great! Hope you’re doing good as well :D thanks for reading!
WARNING(S): Mentions of violence, swearing
Most teenagers would be thrilled if they got their house all to themselves for a weekend, but not you. Being alone in your big, empty house frightened you quite a bit. Especially when you were curled up on your couch watching a scary movie with all of the lights off.
You found yourself cowering deeper into the blanket you had covering your body, the movie was now at a very intense scene. The killer was slowly sneaking behind his victim, the music getting louder and louder with every step he took. He grabbed the women and stabbed her in the chest, a shrill cry erupted from the TV just as you heard a loud bang come from your front door.
"AHH!" You cried out.
"Y/N?" A muffled voice called for you.
With shaking legs you got up off the couch and turned the lights back on, you sent the black and white television a dirty look.
"Ugh, why did I even watch that in the first place." You scolded yourself.
More banging came from the front door, you glanced at the clock hanging on the wall. Who could possibly be knocking at your door this late at night? You grabbed the fire poker from near the fireplace and tiptoed to the front hallway.
"W-Who is it?" You asked while readying your weapon by holding it up above your shoulder.
"For cryin' out loud, its Dallas! Open the door!"
You sighed in relief and unlocked the door for your boyfriend. You could barely make out his tall silhouette, it was too dark. He quickly brushed past you without saying a word. You rolled your eyes and closed the door behind him, locking it in the process. When you turned, Dallas was no where in sight.
You walked up to your bathroom door and waited for him to get out.
"The hell is all the screamin' about? I could hear you wailin' all the way from down the street." He said from the other side of the door.
"Yeah... About that..." You face palmed yourself and shook your head. "I was just watchin' a scary movie. The girl was yellin' a lot."
His signature, taunting laugh sounded out, "Yeah babe, sure it was the TV."
You lightly kicked the door, "Well it is really scary, Dal. Now would ya come out already? You haven’t even told me why you’re here."
The door swung open, revealing the smug and cocky Dallas Winston you've come to know so well. Only he had a fresh busted lip, a swelling black eye, and a unlit cigarette dangling from his lips.
"What the hell happened to you?" You asked him worriedly.
“Since when do I need a reason to come see my girl?” He ignored your question and lit his cigarette.
“Dallas.” You whined.
"The other guy looks worse, trust me... why do you have a fire poker?"
You groaned loudly and decided not to answer that question. You grabbed his hand and lead him to the living room, forcing him to sit on the couch.
"That desperate to start foolin' around, huh Y/N?" He teased suggestively whilst grabbing your hips.
You aggressively pushed his hands away before returning the fire poker to it's stand. You then rushed to the bathroom to get your first aid kit from under the sink. Upon your return he was casually leaned back on the couch, exhaling a big cloud of smoke.
"No smoking in the house." You scolded before snatching the cancer stick out of his mouth. You crossed the room to your father’s ash tray and put it out.
"Why are you still actin' like a goody two shoes? Your parents ain't even around." He huffed.
"Well maybe I don't want them to come back to the house smellin' like smoke!" You sassed. “They’ll think it was me and they’ll skin me alive.”
You made your way back to him and handed him his half-smoked weed, he took it and placed it back in his carton. As you cleaned his wounds, Dallas went on and on about how good the fight was and how he beat the guy senseless. Once you got to cleaning up his knuckles he was going into detail about how messed up the guys face was, which made you sick to your stomach.
"Dal." You finally cut him off. "All of these details yet you still failed to tell me why you even got into a fight in the first place."
"Ah, that ain't important." He shrugged.
"Yes it is." You insisted. "I know you love fightin' but I highly doubt you almost killed this guy just for the hell of it."
There was a moment of silence that fell between the two of you, you glanced up from his hands to look at him. He was blankly staring at the wall, expressionless. He was good at that, hiding everything he was thinking or feeling. But you knew better.
"Dallas." You said his name softly, making him turn back to you. "Why?"
"The guy was talkin' about ya." He confessed. "There. You happy now?"
"What do you mean he was talkin' about me?"
"I'm not gonna tell you every f*cking thing he said, man. I sure as hell wasn't gonna let him get away with it." He spat.
"Were you jealous or somethin'?" You asked.
He rolled his eyes, "The guy was disrespectin' ya, babe. Obviously I wasn't gonna sit there and listen to it."
You placed the first aid kit on the end table then climbed up onto his lap, straddling his waist. You wrapped your arms around his neck and gave him a light kiss on his bruised cheek.
"You're not mad?" Confusion was laced into his deep voice.
You leaned your head on his shoulder, "No, I'm not."
You felt his hands rest on the small of your back, making goosebumps flood over your entire body.That was always your natural reaction to any of his soft gestures, you cherished these moments as if it would be the last time he'd do it.
"Thank you, Dal. I don't know what those boys were saying about me but I'm glad you stuck up for me." You told him sincerely.
"Jeez, kid. Don't get all sappy on me now." You could hear the smirk in his voice.
You lifted your head up from his shoulder to look at him, raising one eyebrow. "Sappy? Let's not forget you were the one that got into fist fight over me."
Dallas snickered, "Gettin' all cocky now, huh?"
You nodded your head, "What can I say, its not everyday a girl got the ‘Big ‘Ol Bad’ Dallas Winston wrapped around her finger."
"Oh really?" He raised his thick eyebrows.
He swiftly threw you off of his lap, making you land on your back beside him on the couch. You began to laugh hysterically, one hand holding your stomach while the other tried to cover the loud guffaws leaving your mouth. Dallas got on top of you and pinned both of your arms on either side of your head.
"Y-You were jealous!" You sputtered.
"Was not." He grumbled.
He sighed and let go of your arms, you giggled as you looked up into his dark brown eyes. "Don't tell the gang."
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Soothe Me Daily
Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x fem!Reader (OTP)
Summary: Your best friend is finally back in town and you’re both nervous and excited for her to meet your asshole boyfriend.
Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (fingering, m and f receiving oral sex, handjob, multiple orgasms, slight exhibition kink, semi public sex, unprotected vaginal sex), very minor angst, soft Ransom, fluff, SMUT!!!! 18+ ONLY!!!
A/N: Taking a little break from the drabbles to work on some WIPs! This ended up being way longer and more involved than I had originally planned but I am ok with it! There’s some fun teasers in this one of things I have in store for our favorite horny idiots, and I have to say, I’m so excited for you guys to see what I have planned for them!
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“Oh my god, they’re here!” You looked positively giddy as you rushed out of the beach house and ran to meet the car that was pulling into the driveway.
Ransom grinned when he watched you catch the girl who dove out of the passenger seat in a tight embrace, the two of you swinging each other around and laughing hysterically. The dog sprinted past him when he started wandering out himself, prancing around you and your friend excitedly until you released each other and finally gave him the attention he wanted.
“I’m so fucking happy to see you!” You finally stopped jumping around like a kid and turned to grab Ransom by his wrist and pull him closer to you. “Ransom, this is my best friend, Anne, and her boyfriend Ben!”
“Hi, it’s really nice to meet you.” He didn’t miss the appraising look your friend was giving him when he shook her hand, making him feel all kinds of uncomfortable. He wondered what you had told her about him.
“Nice to meet you too.” Anne murmured, one of her arms still wrapped around you as the other reached down to rub the dog’s ears. “How’s my best boy?”
You gave Ran a reassuring pat on the arm before he moved to help Ben bring in their suitcases, turning to chat with Anne as the two of you headed inside with the dog right behind you.
“Thanks man.” Ransom hefted a particularly heavy looking bag after shaking the other man’s hand. “It’ll be nice to not have to be the third wheel to those two for once.”
“Yeah? They’re pretty close then?” For some reason meeting this chick was making him stupid nervous.
“Oh yeah.” At least Ben seemed like a relatively decent guy. “Hope you're prepared to get interrogated all weekend. Anne is a little overprotective.”
Great, that’s all he needed. It’s not like he had bad intentions with you or anything, but sometimes when he was dealing with animosity he had the tendency to turn into an asshole, which you knew. For some reason, he really wanted to make a good impression, though.
“So this guy is treating you good?” Anne followed you up the stairs to the room you had set up for her, cocking an eyebrow at your incredulous snort.
“Anne, you know I appreciate how much you worry about me, but please don’t go full mama bear on Ransom.” You opened the blinds to the porch and sat down on the bed with a huff. “The man may seem like an asshole but he’s got a soft chewy center that I’m kinda fond of.”
“I don’t know if I can do that after last time, Y/N.” She laid on the bed next to you and studied your face closely. “You remember how fucked up you were after that?”
“Jesus, Anne. I told you he wasn’t a bad guy, it was just a shit situation.” Didn’t change that you had been a damn mess for months after that breakup. “Believe it or not, Ran and I are actually pretty good at the communication aspect of our relationship.”
“Oh, so he knows about the complete shit show your only other long term relationships were?” She was giving you a very cynical look.
You avoided making eye contact with her as you dodged answering that question. There hadn’t been a good opportunity for you to bring up that you had a history of delving deep into relationships that always ended in mutual heartbreak. How were you supposed to broach that subject with your surprisingly fragile boy toy?
“That’s what I thought.” She rolled her eyes at you. “You’re lucky I love you, I’ll go as soft as I can on this jackass.”
“Appreciate you.” You grinned at her and sat up when you heard the boys making their way up the stairs, turning your smile to Ransom once he walked into the room. “We’ll let you guys unpack, then let’s hit the beach!”
Anne couldn’t help but smile a little when you leapt into Ransom’s arms and laughed lightly when he caught you, the two of you staggering out of the room wrapped around each other with your mouths pressed together desperately.
“He seem ok to you, bear?” Anne moved to help Ben work on unpacking their shit.
“Annie, he seems completely fine. Please don’t spend the whole week picking the guy apart.” He loved her but the ridiculous protectiveness could be grating. “Y/N can take care of herself.”
“Do you not remember how wrecked she was after Andy?” She’d had to spend weeks putting you back together after that breakup, though it was nothing compared to Steve.
“Of course I do, angel.” Like she’d ever let him forget. “But she’s a grown up who can make her own choices.”
“Oh, Jesus fuck, Ran!” You were trying to be as quiet as possible, but when he was bouncing you on his cock like it was the last thing he was ever going to do it was hard to control yourself.
“Baby, just give me one.” He couldn’t stop watching your tits bounce as he drove up into you. “C’mon, we’ve only got a couple minutes.”
When he sat up and pressed his lips to yours, you almost lost it. Your hips grinding against his desperately as he brought you right to the edge. Maybe you shouldn’t have given in so easily when he suggested a quickie while you waited for Anne to unpack her stuff, but who could really blame you when he flashed you those puppy dog eyes?
So there you were with your shorts and panties shoved to the side while he shoved his cock so deep into you it was punching your cervix until you almost passed out. He felt you clench around him when he hit you at that perfect angle and hissed into your mouth at the choked cry you let out.
“Right there?” You were so goddamn good for him it was almost too much.
“Yeah, right there.” Your desperate whine was all he needed to pick up the pace, hitting you in the same spot over and over until you were seeing stars. “Shit!”
All of your limbs tightened around him when you came with a sob, your face buried in his neck to muffle your noises while he chased his own end, Just a few more stuttered thrusts and you were flooded with warmth, sighing when he collapsed back against the bed and carried you with him. You could feel his thick spend leaking out of you around his cock and staining the sheets but you couldn’t bring yourself to care.
“That help your nerves at all, baby?” You pressed soft kisses over his shoulder as the two of you came down.
“Yeah, that pussy’s the best fucking medicine, I swear.” He laughed when you swatted his chest, turning his head so he could press his lips to your hair. “Do you think they heard us?”
Ben came rushing back into the room with his ears flushed red and his mouth pressed into a thin line like he was trying to hold back hysterical laughter.
“What, are they ready to go or not, bear?” She didn’t know how to feel about the look of restrained glee on her boyfriend’s face.
“I think they need a couple minutes.” He choked out, grinning at Anne like an idiot.
“What? Why?” You were usually so good about sticking to a timetable, she wondered if this guy had a habit of making you late for things.
“Angel, they’re fucking each other.”
He couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled out of his chest when her eyes bugged out of her head. She knew you had a crazy high sex drive, but it had never been something that your past partners had been willing to indulge at the expense of other things on your schedule. Sure, they were just planning a fun day at the beach, but you typically stuck to an itinerary like it was your job, it was actually kind of annoying.
So, one point for new guy. Finally found someone who would fuck you like you deserved whenever you wanted.
The looks Anne and Ben were giving the two of you as you started heading out to the beach made you think that maybe you hadn’t been as quiet as you thought. Damn that man’s cock, made you make the nastiest fucking noises.
“So,” Anne hooked her arm through yours when the four of you started walking towards the ocean. “The sex is good then?”
“Oh god.” You winced a little bit at the grin she was giving you. It’s not like you were a prude or anything, but this was literally the first time Ransom was meeting your best friend and you had hoped they might get to know each other a little better before you let her know just how freaky you two were. “How loud were we?”
“Not too loud, but when Ben went to see if you were ready he got an earful.” She shook her head as she watched your boyfriends jog down the beach with the dog chasing after them. “Definitely made his day. So how good are we talking?”
“Anne, I haven’t seen you in person in over a year. Do we really have to talk about my sex life?” Jesus, Ransom was sprinting after Fionn down the beach and laughing like an idiot. When did this cute shit start turning you on so much?
“Oh, we absolutely do.” You were so focused on the way your boyfriend was frolicking around with your dog you didn’t notice the soft smile your friend was giving you. “C’mon, spill.”
“Fine, it’s very, very good.” It felt like you were going to soak through your bikini when Ransom caught the dog in mid-air when he tried to pounce on him and let him start to lick his face with enthusiasm as he spluttered with glee. You were going to jump him as soon as you got back to the beach house. “Honestly, the fucking best.”
Point two for new guy, the dog loved him and he seemed to love that idiot back.
“Wait, the best?” That didn’t seem possible. “Better than Ari?”
“Ok, can we not bring up my exes a whole bunch this weekend?” She just shrugged when you shot her an annoyed glare. “Yes, better than Ari.”
“Shit.” Boy must have that magic dick if he was better than the golden god who almost ruined you for other men. “No wonder you moved in so fast.”
“I mean, can you really blame me?” You gave her a wide grin when you finally turned back to face her, trying to ignore the way Ransom wrestling in the sand with your dog was making your pussy throb.
“If he’s really better than Ari, I definitely can’t.” Alright, maybe new boy wasn’t so bad. “This seems like a good spot.”
“Sure does. Baby!” Ransom turned back to you after heaving Fionn’s ball and watching the dog take off after it, running a hand through his hair and beaming at you. “We’re gonna set up here. You want a drink?”
“You brought the good hazy?” He started jogging back to where you were setting up the picnic blanket.
“Of course I brought the good hazy.” You gave him a mock frown when he plopped down next to you, grabbing a bottle and popping the top off before you handed it to him. “What do you want to eat?”
“You really gotta ask me that?” He was giving you a very suggestive smirk when you turned back to him with a bowl full of grapes.
“No, Hugh, no!” You scrambled away when he started crawling towards you, trying to ignore Anne and Ben’s scandalized laughter. “I told you, I’m not having sex on the beach!”
“Baby, c’mon!” He started chasing after you once you gained your feet and ran away from him. “Just sit on my face for like, a minute!”
“I’m not getting sand in my vagina!” You squealed when Ransom caught you right as you reached the water, hefting you over his shoulder and carrying you both down when he dove backwards into the ocean.
“Still feeling overprotective?” Ben teased Anne, pouring some glasses of wine while they watched the dog pounce on Ransom when he tried to wrestle you down into the water again.
“Maybe just protective.” Ransom had lifted you to wrap around his waist and pulled your lips to his, ignoring the dog’s prancing around you as he started carrying you back towards the picnic slowly. “She was happy with those other assholes, too.”
“Yeah, but I don’t think she was this happy.” Ben was smiling at the two of you when Ransom sank down on the blanket and settled you across his lap.
Fine, grudging point three for new boy. You were absolutely, stupid, sitting in this man’s lap and letting him feed you fruit happy.
You made good on your promise to jump on him as soon as you got back, shoving him against the shower wall with a slam and rinsing the sand off before sinking to your knees in front of him.
“Oh god, baby.” He rolled his body into your face as you mouthed softly at his tip, your tongue lapping up his precum with kitten licks as you gazed at him with big doe eyes. “Ungh, that feels so fucking good.”
“I know, pretty boy.” You cooed, peppering kisses all over his shaft as you trailed your hand up his torso until you could slide your fingers into his mouth. “I told you, that cute shit is really starting to get to me. Almost made me soak through my fucking bikini watching you play with that dumb dog.”
“Sowwy.” His words were slurred as he tried to talk around your fingers, beaming down at you and kissing your fingertips when you pulled them out of his mouth and drew him between your lips. “What’re you gonna do when I make you breakfast in bed in nothing but that frilly apron you bought me as a gag gift?”
You spluttered with laughter around him, resting your head against his hip after he slid out of your mouth and you wheezed.
“I dunno, probably let you fuck me in the ass.” You wrapped your hand around his cock and started pumping, pressing your lips over the perfect muscles of his abdomen as you jerked him off. “At least we keep the sex nice and filthy.”
“Yeah, c’mere.” He wrapped his hand around the back of your neck and drew you to your feet, catching your lips with his until you were moaning into each other’s mouths. “Need to be inside you, baby.”
“You just were until you insisted on making out.” You teased, spluttering when he splashed you with some water from the shower’s spray.
“That’s because,” he started biting at your lips as he turned you around. “As fantastic as this mouth is,” his tongue was insistent against yours while he pressed you against the cool marble tiles. “All I ever want is to be buried in that perfect little cunt of yours.”
Ransom gripped your knee and drew it up to pin it to your waist, hooking it over his elbow as he tilted your hips to line himself up. Both of you moaned together when he shoved his hips forward and impaled you on his cock, wrapping his hand around your throat and keeping your head tilted back so he could continue devouring your mouth with his. He kept you arched at that unnatural angle as he pounded into you, his hips slapping against your ass wildly as your pussy clenched around him in waves.
“Ran, shit, so fucking big.” He loved fucking you in this position, knowing that the angle he was hitting you at made it hard for you to think straight. “Ah, ‘m gonna come.”
“I know, baby, can feel that pretty cunt squeezing me so good.” He tugged on your lips with his teeth and you whined into his mouth, your body arching back even further to give him better access. “Gimme that sweet cream honey, wanna feel you soak me a couple times before I fill you up.”
The leg you were standing on gave out when you came, hard, your body shuddering with pleasure at the filthy promise of his words. Ransom caught you before you could collapse, hooking his hands under both of your knees and spreading you wide as he started bouncing you on his cock at an alarmingly quick pace.
“Jesus fuck, Ran.” You had to hook an arm over his shoulder so the two of you could maintain your careful balance, his cock hitting you so deep with each thrust you weren’t totally sure how you were remaining conscious. “This is not safe shower sex.”
“So? Not like it’ll be the first time we had to go to the ER for a sex related injury.” He grinned as he ducked under your arm to mouth along the curve of your breast, growling when he felt your pussy spasm when he hit you deep. “Fuck, you’re so tight. You know how much I miss this sweet pussy when I’m not inside it?”
“I mean, you’re constantly texting me about it, so yeah.” You had absolutely no control of your own body when he had you spread out like this, fully reliant on him to draw whatever pleasure he wanted from you. Which he was doing, fast.
“God, such a fucking bitch.” You could feel his grin as he sucked a bruise against your ribs before scraping his teeth over your nipple. “Can’t believe I put up with that mouth of yours.”
“This mouth of mine is the whole reason you're with me in the first place.” If you couldn’t control your body you could at least tease the man, winding your fingers through his hair as he sucked gently on your nipple, the soft movements of his lips over your skin a sharp contrast to the way his cock was pounding into your cervix. “Unless you wanna tell me you’d prefer I just shut up and take your shit?”
“Never.” He cooed, licking his way up your chest and throat until his mouth finally found yours. Thank god the two of you took up yoga, he would have been worried about your back spasming from this position otherwise. “I love when you take the piss out of me.”
“Good, ‘cause I love taking the piss out of you.” You nibbled at his lips and grinned at him, your body trying to arch away from him as he brought you right to the edge. “Ah, shit!”
Every muscle in your body vibrated when you came suddenly, Ransom swallowing your sharp gasp as your arm tightened around his neck. Your other arm shot out to brace against the marble wall and keep you steady, your pussy fluttering wildly around him as you let him suck your tongue into his mouth with a deep groan.
“God, this body is so fucking good to me.” You wrapped your legs back around his hips when he released his grip on your thighs, moving them to dig into your breasts as he smashed you against the wall. “Fuck, gimme one more, then I’m gonna fill you up.”
“Yes, Ransom, please.” You could already feel another orgasm gathering, and it seemed like your hand on the wall was the only thing keeping you two upright as his hips slammed into you viciously. “Baby, I need it.”
“I know, honey. I need it too.” The warm water from the shower sprayed over his back as he buried his face in your neck, his lips insistent against your skin like a plea for you to give in to him. “C’mon, Y/N, you’re doing so good for me. My good girl. Come for me.”
Your wretched sob was like a trigger for him, his body immediately responding to the way your beautiful cunt started milking him as he came with a muffled roar. He shoved the two of you forward into the wall while his cum spilled inside you, holding you tightly as you sagged against him and let him pant into your shoulder.
“Ran, Jesus Christ.” You sighed deeply when he slid out of you, purring softly when he pressed gentle kisses over the curve of your neck. “Ugh, they definitely heard that.”
“Yeah, well.” He turned you around slowly and grinned at you. “Not like they wouldn’t have found out how big of a freak you are eventually.”
You had to endure even more knowing glances when the four of you gathered around the bonfire once the sun had gone down, Ransom preening like a fucking peacock while you did your best to avoid making eye contact with Anne. Yes, she already knew you were a big old freak, but she’d never really been forced to confront the hard evidence of it before. And you absolutely did not appreciate Ransom strutting around with that cocky smirk on his face and winking at you whenever you happened to catch his gaze. You knew you were acting like a hypocrite, you never cared when it was one of his idiot family members catching you in the act. Or his dumbass friends. But that was mostly because they were all unlikeable morons who you would never let tell you how to live your life. Not that you would let Anne do that either, but she might actually make you feel bad about that decision.
“Twice in one day, I guess you weren’t lying when you said he was better than Ari.” Anne was laughing softly as she sank into the chair next to you, taking the bottle of beer you offered her with a pleased grin. “Never heard you scream like that for the ‘golden god’.”
“Jesus, Anne, really?” You scowled at her in warning when Ransom scooped you up and settled you in his lap with a satisfied hum. Something gave you the feeling that she was about to start one of her uncomfortable interrogations.
“What? Think the boy would be happy to hear he’s the best sex you’d ever had.”
Yep, she was about to lay into the man. She always loved buttering them up first. You just settled back and prepared for the worst, there was no way you’d be able to stop this train.
“Oho, I’m the best you ever had?” Damn it, he looked so fucking happy it was breaking your heart. Why couldn’t he have been at least a little bit of an asshole today?
“Of course you are, Ran.” You tweaked his nose before pressing a kiss to his forehead, hoping some PDA might soften whatever your conniving friend was about to unleash on him. “No one else would let me peg them.”
Ben spat out his beer at that, coughing and spluttering as Anne slapped his back and gave you a frown. Maybe if you jumped on a couple of those grenades before they could go off you’d derail this thing.
“Their loss.” You leaned back against his chest as he settled back in the chair, that adorable grin still splitting his face.
“I’m sure it is.” Anne was giving him a very appraising look while you nuzzled into his shoulder, the way his arms wrapped around you and his lips pressed against your hair making her soften just the tiniest bit. “It does take a lot to keep our girl satisfied though. I know she loves those long intellectual talks sometimes, too. What’d you go to school for, Ransom?”
You blew out a relieved breath, that was a pretty softball question.
“I have my MFA in English Lit.” Ransom squirmed a little underneath you, clueing you in that he was aware of exactly what was happening. You were happy he didn’t mention where he got that degree; Anne hated Harvard even more than you did.
“Wow, that’s impressive. It must’ve been so hard finding a job with such a specialized degree.”
Fuck, that bitch was sneaky. You unconsciously squeezed Ransom’s bicep hard at this line of questioning, barely registering the fact that he somehow seemed unbothered by this.
“I mean, it definitely helps that my grandfather owns his own publishing company.” Oh no, he was going to lie to her. This was bad, she always did her research. “Not that I’m super proud of using nepotism to get a job, but at least it gives me something to do.”
“So you work for your grandfather’s company then?” That cock in her eyebrow had you letting out a thin whine against Ransom’s neck, your body going tense as you prepared for her to tear into him.
“I mean, only recently but yes.” His hand was stroking your back in an effort to soothe you. “Baby, relax, I’m not lying to your friend.”
He bit back a laugh when both you and Anne gave him looks of shock, trying his best to not look too pleased with himself.
“Ran, Harlan gave you a job?” You were ignoring Anne now, your gaze on Ransom extremely soft as you smiled at him. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
“I wanted to surprise you. That’s what the stupid company party that we have to go to next month is for.” He scrunched his face up when you started pressing happy little kisses all over his cheeks and forehead. “Although, now you’ll get to watch Walt’s reaction when he finds out I’m the new copy editor and translator for all French language publications, so that should be fun.”
“But you’re supposed to be my housewife.” You teased, slapping his chest a few times before kissing him hard on the lips. “Who’s going to take care of the fluffy idiot?”
“I’ll be working from home most of the time.” He laughed into your mouth when you wrapped your arms around his neck. “And I’m the boss’s grandson, I can bring him into the office with me if I need to go in for some reason.”
“Well, congrats then.” Anne looked a little perturbed at this turn of events, but she wasn’t going to let a little surprise derail her efforts to make sure this asshole was good enough for you. “It’s good to know you have a plan for the future. Don’t want to start a family without a firm foundation in place.”
“Oh, fuck off Anne!” You loved her, but the fact that your spoiled asshole boyfriend had just announced he’d gotten a job of his own free will was making you feel defensive of him. “We’re not starting a family!”
“Don’t you snap at me!” Ben shrank back in his seat when you two started glaring at each other, sometimes your love for each other led to some pretty intense blow outs and he did not want to get caught in the middle of one of those again. “You never talk to guys about these things, and then I end up having to pick you up from a clinic when some idiot you thought you were gonna spend the rest of your life with gets all sad drunk at a bar!”
“What?!?” Ransom looked furious at this new information, glaring between you and Anne.
“Ran, it happened once.” You were still scowling at Anne, but you flicked your gaze back to him momentarily. “I was just young and stupid and irresponsible about birth control.”
“So, some asshole left you to go through that by yourself, and you just want me to be ok with that?” Now your full attention was on him. You thought he was pissed you hadn’t told him you’d gotten another abortion, not that your ex had abandoned you when you needed him. “Who was this motherfucker?”
“Ran, it really was just a case of bad communication.” You mumbled at the same time Anne blurted out “Andy Barber.” making you frown at her.
“Not… not the lawyer?” You weren’t a big fan of the look Ransom was giving you right now, this is why you hated talking about your exes. “I think my mom sold him both his houses. And the offices downtown. I knew he was an asshole!”
“Yes, an asshole!” Anne clinked her beer bottle with Ransom’s before sitting back in her seat and giving you a triumphant look. You weren’t sure you liked the two of them being in agreement about this, or anything. “Good to know you wouldn’t just leave our girl in the hospital on her fucking own.”
“I didn’t.” Damn it, those puppy eyes were gonna be the death of you. You couldn’t stay annoyed with him when he was looking at you like that. “I couldn’t.”
“Well good.” Anne gave him an appreciative nod as she started to relax into her seat. “You’re not gonna try to turn her into a good little housewife either, are you?”
That had Ransom laughing so hard he almost knocked you off his lap, his breath coming in a thin wheeze as he considered trying to convince you to fully domesticate yourself.
“Like I could ever do that.” He let out another guffaw and slapped his thigh as he tried his best to calm down, ignoring your annoyed glare. “Did that idiot really think he could make you his stepford wife?”
“No, that was Steve.” You turned your glare to Anne when she wouldn’t let you answer for yourself. Yeah, you definitely didn’t like how well they were getting along right now, mostly because it seemed to be at your expense.
“Don’t tell me, it was that fucking senator that all the white feminists are creaming their panties over.” He was joking, but then you and Anne went a little too quiet and he swallowed thickly before rolling his eyes. “Oh, come on!”
“He wasn’t a senator when I was dating him!” You didn’t know why you felt the need to defend yourself. “He was just an ROTC student.”
“Oh, blecch!” The thought of you dating some uptight Army prick was so foreign, Ransom couldn’t even picture it. “So your exes are a senator, a stupid successful attorney, and who else? Every single asshole on the list of ‘Most Eligible Bachelors of New England’?”
“The only other one that actually counts was Ari Levinson.” You were going to kill Anne, that was all there was to it.
“The goddamn hotelier?!” It was almost enough to make Ransom feel insecure. “Fuck’s sake baby. Good thing I got a fucking job. Apparently you only date ridiculously attractive type As.”
“No, I break up with ridiculously attractive type As.” Your mood was incredibly sour as you sipped on your beer, just wanting to wallow for a bit. “I move in with emotionally immature assholes who don’t know when to shut the fuck up.”
“Baby, wait… fuck.” Ransom stood up to chase after you when you stormed into the house, giving Anne and Ben an apologetic shrug.
“You proud of yourself?” Ben just shook his head at Anne when she shifted in her seat.
“She’ll be fine.” Sometimes you were too dramatic for your own good. “At least we know new boy is on the up and up.”
“Honey, talk to me.” He couldn’t figure out what had you so pissed off.
“I did not want this to be the way we broached the subject of my exes.” You hated the fact that you were pouting, but honestly, fuck Anne.
“Baby, we were just teasing.” He really hated seeing you upset, but that look you were giving him made him think you might slap him if he tried to comfort you.
“Teasing. Because I only date stupidly successful assholes who would make the perfect goddamn husband so I can finally settle down and start a family.” You might be drunk.
“Whoa, I never fucking said that. Neither did Anne.” Fuck it, he was going to hug you. “What’s going on?”
“Oh fuck, I don’t want to do this right now.” You nuzzled into the soft wool that covered his chest with a deep sigh. “Ugh, talking about the exes always reminds me how much my fucking parents pushed me to domesticate with some uber ambitious fuckwad. Which all of those guys ate up with a damn spoon.”
“Well, fuck that.” He grinned into your hair when you gave him a soft laugh, your face still buried in his sweater while he leaned back against the counter. “You wanna talk about it? Or, I could beat those ungrateful assholes up for you. Just say the word.”
“Hmm, they were ungrateful assholes. I don’t think you trying to beat up a US Senator is the best idea though.” You rested your chin on his chest and tilted your head back to beam at him.
“Maybe. He probably beats himself up enough on his own.” He slid a hand up to wind through your hair as he started nibbling on your ear. “Letting this perfect pussy go like a fucking idiot.”
“Ran, ah, Jesus.” You framed his face in your palms when he shoved his hand down the front of your leggings and skirted his fingers over your clit, groaning into your mouth at how wet you already were. “If Anne catches us fucking in this kitchen she will never let me hear the end of it.”
“Don’t pretend like you wouldn’t love it.” He bit at your lips until they were swollen and tender, sliding two thick fingers inside you and curling them until you were whining into his mouth. “Bet this sweet little pussy would cream all over my fingers as soon as they walked in here, ‘cause your such a fucking slut.”
“I’m a slut?” You sucked on his tongue and wound your arms around his neck as he slipped a third finger inside you. “You goddamn asshole.”
“Fuck.” He started growling against your lips when your nails raked over his scalp, grinding his palm into your clit until you were arching into his hand. “Bitch.”
“Spoiled fucking bastard… yes!” Your voice left you in a desperate whine when he hit you at that perfect angle and you soaked his hand with your release, dragging his face to yours and smashing your lips together as you rode it out.
“That’s it, baby, shit.” He pulled his hand out of you and brought it up to brush his fingers over your mouth, groaning when you wrapped your lips around them and swirled your tongue to clean off the evidence of your orgasm. “Mmph, I fucking love you. C’mere, lemme taste.”
You moaned softly when he tilted your head back and swept his tongue between your lips, drinking his kiss in like water after a week in the desert. He was just as desperate for you, chasing after your lips until he was laying on top of you on the counter while you tangled your limbs with his.
“Don’t know why you’re settling for just a taste, Ran.” You could feel him growing hard as he ground his hips into you, his pupils blown wide with desire as he gazed into your eyes. “‘Cause you could have the whole fucking meal.”
“Jesus Christ.” He ripped open your flannel and started sucking and licking his way down your chest, pulling your breasts out of the soft lace of your bra so he could wrap his lips around your nipple. “You’re never allowed to complain about my food puns again.”
“You’re not the boss of me.” You teased, gripping his hair and trying to shove him towards your crotch as he glared at you through his lashes, trying to hide his amusement.
He stood up over you and paused his movements for a beat, grinning at you before slapping your tit and bending back down to sink his teeth into your breast as he yanked your leggings and panties off you. As soon as you were bare he was gripping your thighs and yanking your knees over his shoulders, sinking his teeth into the soft flesh of your inner thighs as he grinned at the sharp gasps you were giving him.
You whined when he dragged his tongue over your slit at that pace he knew would torture you, your legs wrapping around his neck and your back arching even further until only your shoulders were resting against the counter. The man was taking you apart fast, alternating between heavy slurps and gentle sucking while he slid one hand down to curl over your breast. When he thrust his tongue inside you, you almost lost it, sobbing desperately as he curled it against your soft walls while he brushed his upper lip over your clit.
“Taste so fucking good.” He pulled his tongue out of you so he could press soft kisses over your slick stained skin, his mumbled praise sending vibrations through your core that made you shiver with delight. “Like fucking honey. C’mon baby, need that sweet cream. Come for me.”
Every muscle in your body jolted viciously when his lips wrapped around your clit, pleasure igniting in your veins like an inferno as your voice raised in a thin wail. His tongue was eager as you fluttered against his face, lapping up every precious drop of the nectar that was flowing out of you until you sagged with exhaustion.
“I may not be the boss of you.” He teased you as he set you down gently before moving to strip out of his own clothes, tossing his sweater aside before shimmying out of his jeans and boxer briefs. “But I bet right now you’d do anything I want.”
“Yeah? Well tell me what you want then, Ran.” You skimmed your fingers through his chest hair and wound your legs around his waist when he positioned himself between your thighs. “You know I love to spoil you.”
“I just want you, honey.” He rested his elbows on either side of your head as he slowly slid into you, grinning when your eyelids fluttered closed and you arched into him. “Don’t need anything else.”
His hips started rocking against yours in a slow, smooth grind, his cock dragging against your satiny walls and hitting you deep until you were whimpering for him. Even with that languorous pace, you were still so close, your pussy clenching around him while he bent to nip softly at your throat. You turned your head to give him better access, stretching your neck so you could press your lips to his bicep while his hips started to pick up speed.
Neither of you said anything, the only sounds a harmony of moans and whimpers that mixed beautifully with the soft wet sloshes of his cock sliding in and out of your slick cunt. Your sudden hiss and the way your limbs tightened around him when he changed the angle let him know you were right there, his voice a low purr as he buried his face in your neck and started slamming into you.
It only took about three more thrusts and you were lost, sinking your teeth into his arm and making him grunt as you vibrated underneath him. The way your pussy started milking him had him going completely feral, his rhythm going wild while he chased his own end. He slapped his palm against the counter and roared into your neck as he spilled his seed inside you, fucking it into you with a few stuttered jabs before collapsing on top of you with a deep sigh.
“Y’know,” His lips brushed over your skin as he murmured against your neck. “I did think of something else I want.”
“What’s that?” You traced your fingertips over his spine lazily while you came down, your breath evening out slowly when he propped himself up so he could look at your face and give you a wicked grin.
“Tell me again how I’m the biggest and best you ever had.” Your snort just made him grin even wider.
“I’ll give you the best, Hugh.” You chuckled as you leaned up to give him a soft peck on the lips. “But you’re not the biggest.”
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、：Izuku ┊͙ Shoto ┊͙ Kiri ┊͙ Bakugou
、：notes ┊͙ You call the boys pretty and here's their reactions to it. (Gender neutral)
❝𝑌𝑜𝑢'𝑟𝑒 𝑠𝑜 𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑢𝑡𝑖𝑓𝑢𝑙 𝐼𝑧𝑢𝑘𝑢❞
・ It was the weekend and y'all were chilling in his room. Izuku was wearing a black hoodie with some All Might sweats rambling about something you wish you could desperately pay attention to. But all you could focus on was how beautiful Izuku looked in that moment. The way to sunlight shined and encentuated his features. Showing off the slight different of shades of green in his hair. The way his freckles littered over his face, with a few freckles showing on the corners of his lips. The way his long eyelashes would rest against his cheekbones just to reveal his gem like eyes that shined like the sun broken into millions of pieces. The way his eyebrows-
・ It was the weekend and y'all were chilling in his room. Izuku was wearing a black hoodie with some All Might sweats rambling about something you wish you could desperately pay attention to. But all you could focus on was how beautiful Izuku looked in that moment. The way to sunlight shined and encentuated his features. Showing off the slight different of shades of green in his hair. The way his freckles littered over his face, with a few freckles showing on the corners of his lips. The way his long eyelashes would rest against his cheekbones just to reveal his gem like eyes that shined like the sun broken into millions of pieces. The way his eyebrows-
❝ sweets are you listening to me? I’m sorry I was talking to much wasn’t I? You know you can just tell me to shut-❞
You shut him up with a kiss before he can go deep into another spiral. You let the kiss last for a moment savoring the strawberry flavored snack he had earlier. You pull away just enough for your noses to still be touching and wait for him to open his eyes again.
❝𝑌𝑜𝑢'𝑟𝑒 𝑠𝑜 𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑢𝑡𝑖𝑓𝑢𝑙 𝐼𝑧𝑢𝑘𝑢❞ -you hear him intake a short breath before his face goes red in embarrassment.
❝I said you’re beautiful Izuku.❞
You smirk at his lost for words before kissing his cheek and backing away. ❝Do you mind telling me what happened again? I only heard up to the part about Todoroki.❞
He took a moment before responding. ❝Yeah sure.❞ -He may not have reacted much in that moment but the smile and blush didn’t leave his face as he thought about it for the rest of the week.
❝𝑌𝑜𝑢’𝑟𝑒 𝑠𝑜 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑦 𝑆ℎ𝑜❞
・ You we’re in Shoto’s dorm helping him get ready to take his sister out. He invited you over because he wasn’t sure if he looked good and he trusted your judgment. You two were dating after all. He was looking in the mirror trying to fix little things like his hair and shirt. You don’t know why he was so worried because even in the harsh bathroom lighting Shoto looked so…..pretty. The way his hair would slightly covers his eyes and the little bump in his nose was just so perfect to you that you couldn’t stand to see him stress out about his appearance any longer.
So you walked in front of him and cradled his face in your hands with his hands lying on top of yours out of instinct and tilted his head down to leave a nice long kiss on his forehead that you hoped conveyed all the emotions you were feeling for him.
❝what was that for love?❞ ~you start stroking his cheek.
❝𝑌𝑜𝑢’𝑟𝑒 𝑠𝑜 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑦 𝑆ℎ𝑜❞
His eyes widen just a tiny bit and if you didn’t know him do well you would’ve missed the blush on his nose and the tip of his ears. He nuzzles his head into your hand and closes his eyes.
❝Thank you for the compliment love. It means a lot coming for you.❞ ~You smile and kiss the top of his nose.
❝come on Sho, it’s rude to leave a girl waiting.❞
After that he wouldn’t stop telling Fuyumi about how you think he’s pretty. It gave Shoto a much-needed confidence boost.
❝ 𝐻𝑒𝑦 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑦 𝑏𝑜𝑦 ❞
・You had just got off the phone with Kirishima who was coming over to your dorm for date night and a sleep over. You prepared all the snacks and tided up a little bit before you heard a knock on the door. You go to open it revealing Kirishima with what looks like a new plushie in his hands.
❝ 𝐻𝑒𝑦 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑦 𝑏𝑜𝑦 ❞ ~ You say as you kiss him on the cheek and pull him in.
❝ Pretty boy? That’s a new one.❞
❝ Yeah I think it really suits you. Do you like it?❞
❝ I love it honey! ❞
He added y/n pretty boy to his social media bios that night.
❝ 𝑌𝑜𝑢’𝑟𝑒 𝑚𝑦 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑦 𝑏𝑜𝑦 𝑆𝑢𝑘𝑖 ❞
・It was late at night and you were laying in bed about to go to sleep with Katsuki because he claimed that he was tired of you taking so many naps during the day and he didn’t need you bothering him at night. You two layed facing each other with. Well you were still up just admiring the beauty of calm Katsuki.
❝ Suki? ❞
❝ I swear to All Might go to sleep. ❞
❝ 𝑌𝑜𝑢’𝑟𝑒 𝑚𝑦 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑦 𝑏𝑜𝑦 𝑆𝑢𝑘𝑖 ❞ ~ He opened one eye and looked at you before closing it again and pulling you into him to hide the blush spreading across his face.
❝ You can tell me all that in the morning now go to sleep. ❞
He went to sleep that night with the faintest of smiles, and he did make you repeat that to him in the morning.
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welcome to the family
SUMMARY. After mistaking the guy on your lockscreen as your boyfriend, your grandmother knits him a sweater to welcome him into the family. Childe sees your tweet about it the next morning.
PAIRING. celeb!childe x reader
WORD COUNT. 1.0k
GENRE. celeb au, loosely based off a tweet
A/N. small drabble because i kind of got excited at the thought of celeb au childe o.o also like...have u listened to his english va sing those cheesy songs? i absolutely love it HFJKGHG pls enjoy xx sof
You weren’t a fan of the celebrity with the title Tartaglia, alias Childe, real name unknown to the public.
Definitely not a fan.
The only reason you knew even that much about him was simply due to social media blowing him up as the infamous white boy of the month. And from there his fame only grew. (Though you had to admit, he was at least more interesting than the previous other candidates.)
You weren’t a fan, but you couldn’t deny he deserved the recognition he received. His acting was pretty captivating, his singing voice pleasing to the ear, and his body... Well, his body...
“Earth to Y/N,” your mom called, drawing you out of your rapidly spiraling thoughts. You were visiting your family home for the weekend and you were currently in the living room with your mother and grandmother, watching bad reality TV and snacking on junk food. “You’ve been spaced out today. Too busy thinking about your boyfriend?”
Your eyebrows shot up. “Huh?”
Like most grandparents, your grandma seemed to have a special radar to let her know when her grandchildren had a potential suitor at hand. Just the mere mention of the word made her perk up. “Boyfriend?”
“Yeah! I don’t know why they were keeping it a secret from us, but I saw the picture on their lockscreen,” she whispered to your grandma conspiratorially, loud enough for you to hear. “He’s a cute guy with ginger hair.”
The picture on your lockscreen off a cute guy with ginger hair… You were only half-embarrassed to recall that it was a picture taken from Childe’s outdoor picnic photoshoot where the poses they made him do attempted to paint the image that he was there on a date with you. His clothes were casual and his smile was familiar.
You absolutely hated that marketing strategy but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t willingly fall for it each time.
But again, you weren’t a fan…
Oh, who were you fooling? You were halfway from breaking and making a Childe fan account if your dignity didn’t get the best of you.
“Your boyfriend! My grandchild finally found love in this world?” asked your grandmother, teary-eyed as she completely ignored her favorite trashy reality show on the television to get a better look at you. “I’m so happy for you! This is so exciting.”
“You have to bring him home and let us meet him,” she rushed on animatedly, giving you no time to squeeze a full sentence in. “No, before you do that, let me make him something for you to give to him! What size is his shirt? Is that a picture of him? Oh he looks nice and strong! I’ll knit him a turtleneck. You give it to him the next time you see him, okay?”
Your grandma ran to get her knitting needles and yarn, leaving a whirlwind in her wake as you stared open-mouthed at the spot she once occupied.
That was how you ended up going home the next day with a brand new turtleneck sweater your grandmother made for your non-existent boyfriend.
The situation was so bizarre, you decided there was only one thing you could do: Pull your phone out as you sat on your bed to tell Twitter about the events of your weekend.
— ✩ —
It wasn’t everyday Childe woke up to check what the top tweets of his tag were on Twitter.
Okay, that’s a lie.
It was everyday.
He had an image to keep, after all. And it interested him to know what others had to say about him, despite how bad that might actually be for his state of mind.
Childe didn’t like deceit, but showing some parts of himself to only some people and other parts to others wasn’t lying. It was self-preservation. Everyone had a persona of sorts, and he preferred for his to be intact. What was the point of showing everyone every side of him?
He knew who Childe and Tartaglia were. He knew who Ajax was. As long as he knew, he’d be alright.
Was it a lonely path? Maybe. But it paid well and made his family proud. What more could he ask for?
Acting may not be as cool as being, say, a toymaker as his younger brother would proclaim, but at least he got to travel the world and explore places he never could’ve before. And the cute fans of his were also a definite bonus.
Childe continued scrolling through his phone when he stumbled upon a tweet that seemed to be gaining numbers quickly. It was posted only a few hours ago last night (his time, at least) by what looked like a personal account.
@y/n: Y'ALL WTF my mom saw my lockscreen (which is a pic of childe) and told my grandma that he was my bf and then my gma got so excited she knit him a WHOLE SWEATER and told me to give it to him. how could i break her heart and tell her he’s just a celebrity i like omg
@y/n: here’s a picture of the sweater she knit. isn’t it adorable? i almost feel too bad to just wear it myself though hjfkhg [Attachment: 1 Image]
A surprised chuckle escaped his lips as he looked at the picture of you holding the cream-colored turtleneck up, the large sleeves covering most of your body in the photo. You were right. The sweater did look adorable. As did a certain little fan of his who was also featured in the image.
Without giving it a second thought, he began to type his reply.
@TartagliaOfficial: Why wear it yourself? Didn’t your grandma say it’s meant for me? :( It’d be a shame to disappoint her.
In only a matter of minutes, he refreshed the page and found your name in his notifications. For some reason, he felt a rush of adrenaline flow through his veins as he waited for your tweet to load.
@y/n: am i being punk’d or r u asking me out???
Childe laughed to himself, exiting the tweet thread so he could click on the private message icon on your profile.
This would be fun.
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Hi Sunny, may I request some poly dream team or karlnapity fluff, romantic if that's okay. I could really use a pick me up.
(Feral boys/crew is fine too, if that works better for you )
I've been misgenderd alot today and could use a bit of comfort, no pressure or anything.
Just some wholesome fluff please
Your partner in crime 🦝
As someone who has to deal with being misgendered on a daily basis I understand this completely, it’s terrible to have to deal with and I hope things get better for you <3 /p /pos /g
Summary: your boyfriend’s comfort you after a tough day at work
Pairing: Feral Boys X Reader
Pronouns: none in specific used, though responder is trans and nicknames like babe and dear are used
[A/n]: requests are open :]
You mumbled out a curse as you kicked your shoes off, you wanted nothing more than to change your clothes and take a nap. After being misgendered all day you simply wished to forget your existence for a moment, sleeping was the closest you’d get for now.
“(Y/n), you’re home early!” Karl’s cheery voice called to you from the kitchen, drawing your attention away from your shoes.
“Uh yeah, I trained shifts with one of my coworkers so they could go to some family thing this weekend.”
“That’s so sweet of you. You wanna help me and George back cookies? He’s in the bathroom right now but he’ll be back in a moment!” You smiled at Karl and shook your head.
“Thanks for the offer Babe, but I’m really tired. I’m gonna take a quick power nap before dinner.” Karl nodded his head in understanding, wishing you a good nap before disappearing into the kitchen.
On your walk to your room, you bumped into Dream and Sapnap who were on their way to the living room, likely about to watch a movie or play video games.
“Oh, hello dear! How was work?”
“Exhausting, gonna go pass out for a bit before dinner. What are you two up to?”
“Sapnap wanted a smash bros rematch, even though he’s just gonna lose again.” Dream laughed as Sapnap tried to defend himself, both walking off after giving you forehead kisses. In your bed lay the last of your partners, Quackity, wearing his boxers and a t-shirt, eyes glued to his phone.
“Very, you joining me?” You hummed a yes, changing from your work clothes into something conifer before climbing in beside him.
“Work suck today?” Another hummed yes, your eyes getting heavy as you cuddled up beside him, soaking up his warmth.
“Have they given you your new name tag yet?”
“No, something about shipping taking forever.” Quackity was the only one you had told about your work problem. They had put your legal pronouns rather than your preferred pronouns onto your nametag mistakenly and now had to order you a new nametag, which meant you had to wear the first one until it came in.
“How many times?”
“Too many.” You curled into Quackity more, expressing your discomfort at the thought. The worst part of your workday was being constantly misgendered, something you wouldn’t be able to change until your new tag came in.
Quackity did his best to comfort you, secretly texting the other four while you rested. Though your rest was cut short as the four came tumbling through the doorway, startling you from your sleep. Now sitting up you looked between the four and Quackity, trying to figure out what was going on.
“(Y/n), why didn’t you tell us?” You were confused for a moment before it dawned on you.
“You told them?”
“I know it wasn’t my place to do so but I hate seeing you come home like this, you don’t deserve that.” It only took a few seconds for the four to climb onto the bed with you, squishing you in between all five of them.
They were quick to speak of how much they loved you, how valid you were to them, a few mumbled threats to your bosses, and various other words of affection. The moment alone was enough to make you tear up, overwhelmed with how much love they were piling onto you.
“You guys are so sweet, I don’t deserve any of you.” The amount of compliments and loving words thrown your way doubled as you said that, all five men flipping it around and saying they don’t deserve you. God did it feel good to be loved.
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lip lock | c.e
pairing: chris evans x reader
requested: hey there! can i have one where you and chris are best friends, and the both of you kiss because chris wants to get a patriots matching couple’s jersey on valentine’s day that’s meant for couple’s only? please make it fluffy!!
word count: 2.5k
warnings: MAJOR LOAD OF FLUFF, chris being an absolute sweetest, best friends to lovers troupe,
a/n: hello! i am once again back with a chris fic as voted, this is the cutest fic i’ve written, i loved it, and i hope you will too, as always, your feedback matters a lot to me!
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“What are you getting Lisa for Valentine’s day?” You asked your best friend curiously, bringing your cup of iced latte to your lips, taking a quick sip of the cold beverage, sighing when you finally got your caffeine for the day, it was a lazy Tuesday and Chris had asked you if you wanted to catch a movie, which you had immediately agreed upon.
It was a well known fact that your childhood best friend was rarely available, and even when he was, it didn’t take a little over a month for him to be called away to film another movie or blockbuster, and you would be left with a hole in your heart, at least that was what you had said when he finally decided to ask you out for that movie, which didn’t turn out to be such a great idea because there were no seats left and the both of you were left wandering around the mall, doing good old window shopping, which honestly, you enjoyed a lot more.
“I don’t know, maybe flowers?”
“You got her that last year,” you said as you ever so casually linked your arm with his, something that you had missed doing.
As kids, he would always grab your hand, holding onto it tightly as he brought you from one place to the other, the first time it happened, the both of you were in first grade and the second it happened, you could feel your stomach do flips as you tried to keep up with him, your eyes bright and filled with excitement as you allowed him to take you to the nearby playground where the ice cream truck was parked, back then ice cream was all the craze throughout the neighborhood, every child wanted an ice cream from the latest ice cream truck in town, with speakers that played music and the all too familiar bell that rang whenever it came right along.
You smiled, remembering just how you had excitedly dug into your pockets, only to realise you were short of half a dollar, thinking that you wouldn’t be able to have the treat, you had stepped aside and had asked your best friend to get his, which he did, what you didn’t know was that he had gotten the vanilla toffee which was the very flavour you had wanted, running back to you.
“I thought you wanted chocolate?” You had asked as the blue eyes shrugged, big smile on his face as he unwrapped it, plopping down onto the park bench beside you as he handed it to you.
“It’s okay (y/n), we can share!” he had said, and just like that, your smile grew to match his own, the sun slowly set, and all you two could talk about was your biggest dreams, which as kids was all you two ever thought about.
“We should get chocolate next time” you said, and Chris nodded, happiness evident in his eyes as he grasped your hand in his, insisting that he should follow you back home.
“What about a watch?” Chris asked as you two walked past a shop selling that very item, the metal glinting under warm show lights.
“Wait, didn’t you get that-“
“Yeah you did,”
“I think I got her everything,” Chris started, sighing.
“Except a grandchild,” you tease, as the brunette groaned in exasperation.
“What?” you laugh, watching as your best friend rolls his eyes playfully at your never ending antics, just a week ago, you had been over to the house for a barbeque dinner, and half way through your first beer, Lisa had asked Chris when he was going to get married, which began as a joke at first, but when Scott bought up the pact that you and your best friend had made a good twenty years ago, your face had heated up in complete embarrassment, said pact was that if Chris doesn’t get married by the time he was over thirty five, the two of you would just settle for each other.
“That was a joke,” you had said, and Scott had shrugged, knowing grin on his face as he wriggled his eyebrows.
“Didn’t seem like it back then,” He had added, you see, it wasn’t a very well kept secret that you liked Chris, well, it wasn’t a secret to everyone except Chris who seemed oblivious to your feelings towards him, which you had hinted on one too many times.
You had fallen hard for him in senior year, before he started on not another teen movie, which you had watched every time you wanted a good laugh or when in Scott’s language, wanted to see Chris and whipped cream which honestly had you doubling over in laughter when you saw it.
But you fell for your best friend, and it really didn’t help that he was your study partner, close neighbor and as if to add a cherry on top, the both of you spent every Friday together for movie night, you often stayed over at his place and that led to you spending the weekend with the Evans, which in all honesty made your little crush, grow into full blown romantic feelings.
You tried to tear your eyes away from the brunette, it wasn’t fair that he had on a simple shirt that seemed a size too small for him given the way the material was stretched across his chest and biceps, leaving almost nothing to the imagination, that and the sweatpants he had on made your thoughts go places you really wish they wouldn’t, at least not now, with Chris directly before you, hell, if someone had told you he had been sculpted by the gods, you would believe them without a second thought.
“Actually I wouldn’t mind,” Chris had said all too casually, and you didn’t know whether he meant it or if it was just a joke, you had looked towards him and it was just of him to flash you a boyish smile, the very same smile that could made your heart race in your chest, for butterflies to flutter in your stomach, and for your mind to be so clouded that the only thing you could do at that point was smile back, trying to keep your face straight even when he leaned in close to grab the bowl of chips, you could feel his thigh brush past yours before he leaned back against the seat, sliding in closer beside you, handing you a chip which you took, your mind begging you not to slip up.
“So,” Scott started, popping the lid of his beer before turning back to you, smug smirk on his face as you mouthed, “don’t you dare,” to which he simply replied with, “watch me,”
“When’s the wedding,” He had continued and when Chris shrugs, saying something along the lines of, “let the lady decide,” you swore you almost combusted and with Scott laughing, you just wished you could dig a hole that you could bury yourself in.
“What about a couch?” Chris says, stopping at the entrance of the store.
“Like the one Sebastian has?” you joke watching as Chris chuckles.
“Why? So Mackie can crash on it too?”
“Nah, before he does, he’s gonna broadcast about how great of a couch you have,” you reply, watching as Chris laughs, god, his laugh sounded like bells, it was contagious and you couldn’t help but smile, there wasn’t a thing about Chris that anyone could dislike, he was just kind, humorous, down to earth with a huge heart to match, you looked towards your best friend, the very man that you have had feelings for most part of your teen life and now adulthood.
You had seen him date different women over the years, sometimes even bringing them over for dinner or the occasional barbeque, his arm circling their waist, while you stood there, being the girl best friend that barely managed to get a sentence of two across to him without feeling a constant ache in your heart as a part of you wished to be them, to be the one that Chris had in his arms, to be the one that he kissed, to be the one that he held close every night, and yet you knew, deep down that you would never in a million years ruin your best friend’s happiness.
“Is that a Patriots jersey?” Chris asked, pointing to the shop just a stone’s throw away from the both of you, you turned to it and you chuckled when you saw it, it was a Patriots jersey alright and anyone who knew Chris would know just how big of a Patriots fan he was, he always tried to go to all if not most of their games and when he couldn’t, he made it a point to catch it on television.
“I think it’s some Valentines day thing,” you replied looking at the board that hung above it which read Valentines day promotion.
“Let’s go” your best friend said and before you knew it, he had as he did years ago, grasped your hand, pulling you into the store excitedly, huge grin on his face as he stood before the shirts.
“Hello, may I help you?” An attendant asked, a smile on her face.
“Hello, are, these for sale?” Chris asked, albeit a little too excitedly and you had to stifle a giggle that almost slipped through the cracks of your lips as your best friend gestured towards the jerseys almost as if he was a child who wanted the next latest toy for Christmas.
“Of course! But there’s a catch,”
“What is it?” You asked curiously, looking up at the promotion board.
“It’s Valentine’s day, and it’s our stores tradition to sell matching Jerseys to couples, so all they have to do is spin the wheel at the counter, do one of the valentine’s day gestures chosen and they can buy the matching jerseys”. She said with a friendly smile, as she pointed towards the huge wheel that was in right smack in the middle of the store, with a spinning arrow and a multitude of choices labelled over it, there was what they called the classic hug, picture taking, fixing a puzzle, finish a dance, and the ultimate choice that was in bright red with hearts plastered all over it that read, “lip lock”.
“So, only a couple can get the jerseys?” you asked once more, and she nodded.
“How long have the two of you been together?” the attendant asked, and you sighed.
“Well, we are not-“
“Two years,” Chris said before you could finish your sentence, and to say you were shocked would be a complete understatement, you looked at the brunette who simply shot you a smile.
“That’s great! I’ll let the counter know and you two can spin the wheel,” she said, walking off in the opposite direction and the very second you were absolutely sure she was out of ear shot, you turned to Chris.
“Please (Y/n), I really want the jersey, plus we can wear it to the next game,” your best friend adds, pleading with you.
“I’ll get you your daily coffee,”
“Chris, I don’t-“
“Plus, those chocolates you love,”
“You mean the ones-“
“That’s sold only in New York” Chris finished, and you sigh, small smile forming on your lips when the brunette shoots his classic puppy dog look, hope evident in his blue eyes matched with a pout and that was all it took for you to say yes and you couldn’t help but giggle when Chris pumped his fist into the air.
Damn those beautiful baby blues.
“I love you,”
“I know,” you reply, returning his wide grin with a small smile, trying to ignore the way your heart thundered in your chest as the lady returned.
“Alright, we’re ready,” she said.
“So are we,” the brunette replies.
The both of you stopped before the huge wheel, listening to how the attendant patiently explains about how you and Chris had to press the stop button together for the wheel to stop spinning and whatever romantic gesture that was chosen had to be done before a minute was up in order for both of to buy the Valentine’s day jerseys.
“We got this, don’t we?” Chris asked, shooting you a wink, making you laugh as you stood at the button that had the word “stop” stamped on it, Chris easily steps behind you, making your stomach do flips as he did, he stood so close you could feel his warm breath on your neck as your cheeks heated up at the close contact, your thoughts were racing and you bite down on your lip as the wheel spun.
“On five,” the brunette says, and you nod, and in the next five seconds, you and Chris slammed down on the button, watching as the wheel slowly came to a stop, passing by all the other romantic gestures and when it finally came to a stop, you swore your eyes grew so wide, you almost thought they were about to pop out of their sockets as the words, “lip lock!” stared back at you, bright lights flashing around it.
You felt your heart thunder in your chest as you turned, looking up at Chris who had a sheepish smile on his face, your mind was in a daze as the attendant started the one minute timer, the other attendants in the shop encouraging for the kiss to happen
“Once wouldn’t hurt right?” Chris asks, almost teasingly. “Yeah,” you replied softly, you swallowed hard as your best friend leans in closer, your eyes met his blue ones that seemed to be asking you for permission and when he found the consent that he was looking for, he moves in closer, his lips barely inches from yours, he was so close you could feel his warmth, every thought that you once had about finally kissing your best friend flooded your mind, your eyes fluttering shut when Chris’s lips captured yours in a soft, gentle kiss, his hand moving up to cup your face as he leans in closer, deepening the kiss.
His lips were so much softer than you had imagined them to be, your arms found their way around him, your lips easily moving in sync with his, almost as if the both of you had done this a thousand times, the world around you faded out and just like that, it was just you and Chris, it felt perfect.
It felt right.
Chris slowly pulled away, his hand squeezed yours gently, the bell rang, signaling that the minute was over.
“That wasn’t so bad,” he says softly, and you chuckle lightly.
“Didn’t know you were a good kisser Evans, You reply teasingly.
“Then we should probably do that again,” Chris replies, grin on his face as he pulls you close, his arm circling your waist as the both of you head to the counter to get the matching jerseys that had gotten you the kiss in the first place.
“Are those Patriot jerseys?”
“Wait those are the Valentines edition which means that you two-“ Scott said as he cuts Chris off.
“Scott no,” you said as the younger Evans stood there, huge, knowing grin on his face as he backs away.
“Mum! Chris and (Y/n) kissed, I think you’re getting grandkids for Christmas!”
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Melancholy of the Forgotten Brother [Part 1]
Inspired by OtakuFM Anime & Chill Episode 7's Audio Drama.
Genre: Angst...? I guess? But this part is not fluff, for sure.
Summary: Levi had always admire his eldest brother, but did Lucifer feel the same way as him? Sibling bonding at its finest ><
Levi had always admire the Morningstar, even back from the days when they used to be angels. He held Lucifer in high regard, and so did his other brothers.
Spending time watching Lucifer at work had made him even more motivated to work hard. Because after every tiring day at work, the Morningstar would always give him a small smile and tell him he did a great job as the General.
Levi aspired to be like his eldest brother one day.
Even when surrounded by every other angels who were equally respected like him, Lucifer still shined the most.
From the moment Levi was put under his care, until this very day and time, never once had he witnessed the eldest of making any blunder. Although the latter could be very annoying with his constant nagging, he knew Lucifer meant no harm.
He was only doing what's best for them, after all.
And that was one of the reasons why the brothers choose to fall alongside the Morningstar.
Levi felt really happy back then. Surrounded by the warmth of his family, he truly felt appreciated.
But that was then...
Because now, Levi couldn't remember the last time Lucifer had spent some time with him.
Considering they're all demons who'd live for a very long time, that's pretty understandable, don't you think? Except he really couldn't recall the very last moment his brother willingly allocate some time to talk to him.
Lucifer is a very busy demon. Being the Vice President of the Student Council for RAD, and being the right-hand man for the future King of Devildom, of course he got a lot in his hand.
And the other six brothers weren't exactly someone who would sit quietly and act all docile and nice either. They each have their own personalities and attitudes, which may have caused trouble and chaos every now and then.
So, of course Lucifer's busy.
But he surely wasn't busy enough when he took Mammon out for shopping because the second-born scored the highest for his exam in Calculus subject.
And he wasn't busy enough when he took Beel out for dinner because the Avatar of Gluttony won 'The Best Player of Century' award in his Fangol game last weekend.
Lucifer managed to free some of his time to help Asmo pick out the best clothes and makeup for his unplanned and spontaneous rendezvous.
He also took three days off from his work to accompany Satan to the Human World because the latter accidentally set the wrong address for postage on his limited-edition books.
Lucifer even managed to spend 20 hours sitting on the couch with nothing to do because Belphie accidentally slept on his lap, making no effort whatsoever to push the youngest away in fear of waking him up from his nap after he complained of several sleepless night because of the fever he had the other day.
Yet, why didn't Lucifer spend time with Levi?
Perhaps Lucifer didn't know how to make conversations with him?
After all, he's not someone who plays video games like Mammon, Beel or Belphie.
And he wasn't interested in comics or light novels like Satan.
He also didn't search for Levi when the button on his jackets fell off, or when he needed someone to help sew the torn fabric of his clothes like Asmo.
Yeah, Lucifer probably didn't know what to talk about with this Avatar of Envy...
Although, there were some nights when the brothers were supposed to play board games together but Lucifer rejected their offer because he was 'too busy'.
And this slowly chewed on Levi's self-esteem; because his eldest brother never want to spend time with him anymore.
Yeah... Why would someone as perfect as Lucifer want to spend time with a loser like him...
It wasn't a lie to say that he always compared himself with the Avatar of Pride.
Because Levi knew he could never be as powerful as Lucifer...
He didn't have Lucifer's handsome face.
He's also not really admirable like the eldest.
He wasn't dependable like him.
He wasn't a strong demon either...
And hardly anyone ever turned to him for his help. Because he's useless...
Levi is just nothing...
And he couldn't shake the thoughts that his brother also thinks of him that way.
Because even now, he could only watch his brother's back in sorrow after another invitation for a board game night was rejected by the latter.
Levi is truly alone.
Me when writing this: LEVI! NO!!! DON'T THINK THAT WAY, BABY!!! I LOVE YOU!!! T-T
And before y'all attack Lucifer because of his actions, please remember how the poor overworked demon is always misunderstood :') I swear this is a fluff story... Just... not for this part T-T
Part 2 will be released in about... two weeks from now...?
Sorry, I've been very busy lately and barely had the time to write o(TヘTo)
I'll try my best to steal some time here and there to continue the next part. I've already jotted down the idea though... I just need to elaborate them and add some sparkles here and there, so don't worry :3
And thank you so much for reading! I hope you all have a very good day and pls take care of yourself <3
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Babes Weekend (Emily Sonnett x O'Hara!Reader)
You can't wait for your sister Kelley to come visit. Especially since she's bringing her cute blonde friend who you may be developing a crush on.
Total fluff! Lots of pining it's just super cute and wholesome
“Hey Kels!” I say excitedly, a grainy image of my older sister becoming more clear on my laptop.
“Y/N! It’s your face!” Kelley exclaims and laughs, smiling into the camera. “I missed you, baby sis.”
“I missed you too! How’s preseason?”
“It’s going pretty well, it’s nice to be back in DC,” Kelley says, looking away from her phone to grab a coffee cup that’s being passed to her. She turns the camera to the right and I can see the torso of someone standing next to the coffee shop table. “Sonnet’s here. Say hi, Sonnett!”
Emily’s body leans over and her face comes into the frame. “Hi, Sonnett,” she says, waving. Kelley smacks her arm and mutters, “Idiot.”
“Haha, hey Sonny. Glad to see you two haven’t changed since the last time I’ve seen you.”
“Hey, Y/N.” Sonnett says, a soft smile spreading across her face. “How’s Portland?”
“It’s really good! I’m pretty settled into my new apartment.”
“How’s the job?” Kelley asks, sipping her coffee and motioning for Sonnett to sit beside her at the outdoor table.
“It’s good! My coworkers are nice. It’s not as exciting as playing your favorite sport every day but, you know, it’s a job.” Kelley rolls her eyes. “If only you knew what actually goes into our work every day.”
“I know, I know. Not all sunshine and daisies,” I say, trailing off.
“But,” Kelley starts slowly, “We’re going to be in Portland in two months...”
“Oh my god! I hadn’t even looked at your schedule yet! That’s so soon!” I practically yell, Kelley and I smiling wide at each other.
“I expect you to be there,” she says, raising her eyebrows.
“Uh, like I wouldn’t come to see my sister play and then take her out after. It’s like you don’t even know me…” She laughs as I turn my head, hearing a knock at my door. “Hang on! That’s my takeout!” I tell her, standing up and running to grab the door.
While I’ve stepped away from my computer and into the other room, Kelley shoots a look at Sonnett, who has been quietly sipping her own coffee. “You’re rather quiet there,” she notices, and Sonnett shrugs. “I haven’t seen Y/N in a while. Not since before quarantine,” she says with another shrug and returns her attention to her coffee.
“Okay sorry I’m back!” I say, takeout box of sushi in hand. I open the container and break apart my chopsticks as Kelley says, “Ugh, this is so rude. I’m starving and that looks amazing.”
I laugh through my first bite. “I have to take you to this place, they have the most fun specialty rolls. And I found this amazing Mediterranean place that you’re going to go nuts over,” I mumble, sushi still in my mouth. Kelley looks like her mouth is watering. “Plus I think I found the best coffee in the city.”
“Oh I’m IN!” Kelley yells excitedly.
“Hey Sonnett, are you still a coffee snob?” I ask, my sister once again moving the camera to get her friend in the frame. “Hopefully I can impress you with my pacific northwest coffee selection,” I laugh, and Sonnett blushes, letting out a small laugh herself.
“Yeah, I’d love to grab coffee,” she says quietly.
“YAY! It’s a date!” I cheer. I catch a glimpse of Sonnett’s face turning a deeper pink as Kelley turns the camera back to her.
“Okay so now we seriously need to eat thanks to you,” Kelley deadpans. “I’ll call you later this week?”
“Sounds good!” I reply. “Love you, Kel! Bye Sonnett!”
I hear Sonnett say, “Bye, Y/N,” in the background as Kelley kisses the camera and hangs up.
It’s a few days later in the week and I’m walking home from work when I feel my phone vibrate, a new group chat popping up.
Portland Babes Weekend 🍾
Kels: I’m already PUMPED for this! I keep thinking about sushi
Kels: Please tell me youve found some good bars too
Me: Of course
Me: Theres such a cute lesbian owned bar we have to go to you both will love it!!
Kels: # Operation get sonnett laid
Sonnett: EXCUSE ME
Sonnett: Fucking rude ass
Me: Operation get sonnett laid!!!!
[Sonnett left the conversation]
[Kels added Sonnett to the conversation]
Kels: Its happening
Me: YAY HAHA
I throw my phone back in my bag and keep walking, a strange feeling creeping up in the back of my head.
Later the next day, Kelley and I are talking on FaceTime again when I hear a voice in the background. “Is that Em?” I ask. “Yeah, she’s raiding my snack cabinet,” Kelley says, looking over her shoulder into the kitchen.
“Hey Em!” I yell, waving to the screen even though I know she can’t see me. I hear a faint “Hey Y/N!” come from the other room, which makes me smile.
Kelley raises her eyes at me and gives me a knowing look. I instantly regret drunk texting her the night before about the slight crush I had developed on her blonde friend. Group texting about Sonnett getting laid had really thrown a wrench in my plans to ignore my crush until it went away. I shoot her daggers through the screen and she frowns, putting her hands up in mock surrender.
Sonnett walks into the screen behind Kelley and rests her arms on the back of the couch in front of her. “What’s up?”
“Not much,” I reply, trying to curb my smile. “How was practice today?”
Kelley and Sonnett both groan and Sonnett flops over the couch and on top of Kelley, sending her phone crashing to the floor. I see Kelley bend over at a weird angle to pick it up and get comfortable again on the couch, Sonnett still starfished across it.
I laugh, “Nevermind!”
We talk for a bit longer, mainly Kelley and I exchanging words, until we hang up. Kelley immediately texts me after.
Kels: Youve got it baaddddd
I roll my eyes and toss my phone onto the other side of my bed.
Over the next few weeks, this routine continues. Kelley and I FaceTime every couple of days. Often, she’s with one or more of her teammates, and more than often, she’s with Sonnett.
A week before the Washington v Portland game, I get a text.
Sonnett: Hey, i’m excited to see you next week
Sonnett: Kel is really excited, she misses you
Me: I miss you both! Cant wait to celebrate!
“Y/NNNNNNN!!!” Kelley yells as she runs through the airport, bags forgotten on the floor behind her and arms outstretched. She pulls me into a hug and spins me around, placing a huge kiss on my cheek as I giggle.
“Hey, Kels, I missed you so much,” I say into her hair, pulling her close.
Sonnett is trailing behind, carrying both her and Kelley’s bags. “Hey Son!” I exclaim and unwrap myself from my sister, throwing my arms around her friend. She hesitates a moment before dropping a duffel at our feet and gingerly wrapping her hands around me, hugging me back.
I pull back and hang onto her arms for a second, eyes locked in hers. “Hey,” I say quietly. “Hey,” she says back as she smiles softly.
“Hey!” Kelley shouts behind us, giving us a weird look before grabbing her bags from Sonnett and leading the way to the exit.
Kelley dumps her bags on the floor as soon as we step into my apartment. Sonnett looks around for a moment before setting her bags down gently next to the couch.
“So…this is it! I know you both have hotel rooms too but you’re more than welcome to crash here for the entire time. The guest bedroom is down the hall on the right.”
“Cool, thanks,” Sonnett says with a small smile.
“Kel, you can sleep with me if you want, my bed is a bit bigger. Or you can bunk with Em or just stay on the couch.”
“I’ll sleep with Em,” Kelley says, putting emphasis on the nickname I had accidentally adopted. “We’re used to sharing a room.”
I feel my face flush and I look up at Sonnett, a bit embarrassed. She’s looking at me with a sweet and gentle expression on her face, but she quickly turns her attention to the ground.
“So,” Kelley says, breaking the silence, “Coffee?”
The game is fantastic, both teams having been at the top of the NWSL standings the previous year. I sit in the stands in an O'Hara jersey, cheering on both teams. As the game goes on, I realize that I can’t tear my eyes away from Sonnett. I silently curse myself for crushing on the worst possible person, one of my sister’s closest friends and someone who lives on the other side of the country, but I keep watching her.
Every so often, she finds me in the stands and we lock eyes, a smile coming to her face. I look for Kelley too, giving her a huge smile and thumbs up whenever our eyes meet.
After the game, I’m waiting in the stands by the tunnel when Kelley jogs over to me, having finished shaking hands with the Thorns players.
“Nice try,” I say with a smirk. “But I guess the West Coast is the best coast.”
“Oh shut up, Y/N,” she huffs. Sonnett jogs by and into the tunnel, throwing a look my way and a quick “Hey,” before disappearing.
Kelley is looking at me when my eyes drift back to her. “So do you want to come or what?” she asks, head motioning towards the locker rooms.
“Am I allowed to?” I ask skeptically. She shrugs, “Probably not, but you’re my sister and I haven’t seen you in a year so get your ass over here.” She grabs my arm and helps me as I lift my leg over the railing and drop down to where she’s standing. I adjust the sunglasses that have begun to fall off my head and the bag that's slipped off my shoulder onto the ground before following her into the tunnel.
“Hey everyone!” Kelley yells when she pushes the locker room door open, a number of heads turning to look at her. “This is my sister, Y/N,” she says, putting her arm around me.
I hear a chorus of “Hello” and “Hey” as I look around the locker room, my eyes landing on Sonnett, who is in the middle of changing, only her shorts and sports bra on. My eyes dart to her abs, still sweaty from playing the full game, before I quickly look at the ground, my face heating up. “Maybe I should wait outside,” I say softly to Kelley, who looks at me for a moment before saying, “Yeah okay, we’ll be right out.”
I’ve sat myself down on a bench and am aimlessly scrolling through social media when I look up to see Sonnett walking towards me, dressed in casual comfy clothes and hair slightly damp. “Hey,” she says, taking a seat next to me. “Thanks again for coming to the game and letting us crash at your place. Kelley hasn’t been able to stop talking about visiting for months.” She smiles, looking at me, and I smile back.
“It’s the least I could do! If you hadn’t come visit soon I would have had to fly to Washington.” She laughs and shoves me with her shoulder.
“So about tonight…” I trail off, looking once again at the ground. “You don’t have to— I mean…” I trip up on my words. “We’re not going to like…make you hook up with someone.” A pang of anxiety spirals in my head and I blurt out, “I mean you totally can and Kelley would definitely be your wingman but—”
Emily cuts me off, “I don’t really want to hook up with a stranger.” She looks at me with uncertainty on her face. “Yeah, okay, yeah…” I mutter.
“OKAY LADIES! LET’S GET TO IT!” Kelley yells, having emerged from the locker room full of energy. I force myself to let out a small laugh, anxiety still in my head.
We get changed at the apartment before walking to the sushi place nearby. I don’t think about the way Sonnett moans when she takes a first bite of the volcano roll she ordered. I definitely don’t think about it when she groans, “Oh my god” as she tries the gyoza we all get to split. I absolutely and completely don’t think about it when she grabs my arm halfway through the meal, moaning again before saying, “Holy shit, this place is really good.”
I fight off the blush across my face as I say, “Well I’m glad you both like it.”
After dinner, we walk to a local bar down the street and have a few drinks. Kelley and Sonnett are overly animated in the booth, telling stories from the past few weeks in Washington and asking me about my first few months in Portland.
When we’re all a bit tipsy, I call an Uber to the lesbian-owned bar. It’s instantly 10 times more fun than the other bar when we enter. A girl wearing a backward baseball hat approaches Kelley immediately and introduces herself, asking for a selfie. Sonnett and I drift towards the bar, ordering a round of drinks for us and Kelley.
We glance around for her once the bartender brings our drinks and see her chatting with another girl, her charming smile on display. I roll my eyes, “God, if I could get girls that easily…”
“You could,” I hear Sonnett say beside me. I turn to look at her and she glances away, sipping her beer. “I mean, you can. Anyone would be lucky to go out with you.”
“Thanks, Em,” I say quietly, our eyes locked. I feel a surge of confidence and intoxication and I move my hand towards hers, which is resting on the bar. My fingertips just brush her hand when Kelley’s hands grab my shoulders, jolting me.
“Jesus christ you scared me!” I whip around and yell at my sister, who just laughs at me.
The rest of the night is uneventful. Just as Sonnett predicted, a pretty girl comes over to me and introduces herself, asking for a dance. I shift my eyes to Sonnett, who is laughing at something a girl at the bar said. I begin to frown for a second before pulling myself out of my pity party for one.
“I’d love to dance,” I reply, giving her a smile and putting my empty drink down on the table next to me.
Kelley ends up being offered several rounds of shots, all bought by fans of the team. By the end of the night, Sonnett and I guide her into the Uber we call to get home and nag her to brush her teeth before she falls asleep in the guest room.
After wrangling Kelley, I change into a tee and oversized boxers and walk to the kitchen to grab a glass of water. I shut the fridge door and turn to find Sonnett sitting on the couch, in a tee shirt and shorts.
“What happened to that girl?” she asks. “If you wanted to go home with her, you could text her now. I’m fine here with Kel.” I furrow my eyebrows and take a breath, moving to sit on the couch next to her.
“She’s not the person I wanted to go home with,” I say as nonchalantly as I can, my eyes on the coffee table. When Sonnett doesn’t say anything, I look up at her, and she’s looking at me. We both instinctively move millimeters closer to each other before stopping. All of a sudden, Sonnett leans in and puts her hand against my cheek. She kisses me gently at first, waiting until I kiss her back.
When I return the kiss, I kiss her harder, and we begin to make out on the couch. After a few minutes of endless kissing, we pull apart. “Well I’m glad that I finally did that,” she says, laughing softly. “Me too,” I say, leaning in again.
I wake up the next morning, Sonnett sleeping quietly beside me. I close my eyes and smile to myself, thinking about our night. When she opens her eyes, I smile at her and give her a soft “Hey,” that she returns with a wide goofy smile before kissing me slowly.
A little bit later, she tiptoes back into the guest room, slipping into the bed next to Kelley before she wakes up. I shuffle into the kitchen, whipping up omelettes for the three of us.
“Hey,” I hear Kelley’s morning voice behind me before I hear her enter the room. “Hey,” I say, smiling at her. “Uh,” she continues, looking confused, “Did Sonnett go home with someone last night? She’s absolutely passed out like she didn’t sleep and when I woke up in the middle of the night she wasn’t there.”
“Uh…” I start, “I don’t know. I don’t think so. She’s probably just tired. She could have been in the bathroom when you woke up.”
“Yeah,” Kelley says sleepily, sliding into one of the chairs at the counter. I make her a hot latte in between omelettes and place both in front of her. “You’re a godsend,” she mumbles, stuffing a bite of egg into her mouth.
“Hey,” Sonnett says, shuffling into the kitchen. I beam at her and she gives me a large smile. “Son, where the fuck did you go last night?” Kelley asks through another bite of food. “Uh, I didn’t go anywhere?” she responds, sliding into the chair next to Kelley.
I slide the last omelette onto a plate, putting it in front of Sonnett, who gives me a wink. I pull off my hoodie, hot from standing over the stove, as I go to make coffee for Sonnett and myself. Kelley and Sonnett argue about their whereabouts last night as I chuckle quietly to myself and pull more shots of espresso, turning around and sliding into a chair when I’m finally done. I set Sonnett’s coffee in front of her and look up to find Kelley staring at me.
“Wha— Y/N is that a hickey?” she asks, eyes narrowed and brows furrowed in confusion. My mouth immediately drops open and I mutter “I…” as my eyes immediately dart to Sonnett, who is trying to suppress a grin. Kelley whips her head to look at her friend almost immediately. “Oh hell no.”
Sonnett blushes and any hint of a grin drops from her face. Kelley looks between us and continues, “You two seriously did not have sex last night while I was in the next freaking room!”
“We didn’t have sex!” I blurt out quickly. “Yet,” Sonnett mutters under her breath, any embarrassment gone. Kelley swiftly slaps the back of her head. “Hey, that’s my sister!”
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The Princess Buck
Summary: You and your new friend that you may or may not have a crush on, bond over the timeless classic The Princess Bride. [Modern AU]
Pairing: neighbor!Bucky x reader
Warnings: FLUFF, pining and a little swearing
Word Count: 1.5k
A/N: This is my first attempt at writing something, my love for Fall and comfort movies led me here. Please lmk if it is any good, and excuse my silly fic title! 🖤
Autumn always brought you a spark of happiness that no other season could bring about. A slight chill in the air, turning leaves, spooky vibes, and pumpkin spice. The beauty of the season was endless. It also meant cuddling up in blankets with your loyal best boy, Ollie the orange tabby while peacefully binging away timeless movies. That was your plan and you had all the essential ingredients for a night at home including popcorn, candy corn and red vines.
After some internal debate you decided to watch The Princess Bride, one of your favorites. You thought about going with a horror movie to fit the vibe of the season, but comfort and coziness is where your heart led you tonight. All that was left was to push play, but before you had the chance there was a knock at the door.
“Who could that be, Ollie?” you asked the indifferent cat but received no useful response as usual. You got up and looked through the peephole to see your neighbor and new friend Bucky waiting patiently. The two of you formed a fast friendship after you took him in when he got locked out of his apartment a couple months ago. You ran into him as you overheard the end of his call with management and offered to let him hang out at your place until someone could come over to unlock his door. After that afternoon the two of you started to hang out more and more whenever your schedules lined up.
Bucky Barnes was without a doubt one of the sweetest guys you had ever met. After years of meeting men with ill intentions, Bucky felt like a breath of fresh air. He expected nothing and only sought to be your friend. Sure he playfully flirted with you but he also treated you with the utmost respect. In comparison to the fuckboy’s of your generation Bucky felt like a man from another time. It was hard not to crush on Bucky, especially when his personality was all charm and his looks were all tall, dark and broody - just the way you liked it. But you knew dating was tough, and having been out of the game for some time you found yourself weary of seeking out romance. Friendship was what you needed right now, and it seemed like Bucky felt the same way.
“Hey Bucky, what are you doing here? I thought your sister was coming over this weekend,” you say, leaning your shoulder against the door frame.
“Yeah she was going to, but had to cancel last minute because of some big class project that her group needed to finish. I was wondering if you wanted to come over for some pie, because now I have a big apple crumb pie from Mia’s Bakery and no one to share it with,” he says while looking at you sheepishly.
“I will never turn down pie, I’d love to but I was just about to start a movie. You wanna bring it over and watch with me?”
“Yes, that sounds great, I’ll be right over,” he says with a warm smile. If your heart sped up a little at the thought of spending time with Bucky you decide not to worry about it. You chalk it up to the excitement of eating pie and not the tiny little crush you harbored for your neighbor.
“What do you mean you’ve never seen The Princess Bride? It’s a classic that is indisputably amazing,” you say in bewilderment.
“I don’t know what to tell you, I’ve seen a lot of movies but the premise for this one never interested me. A romance between a farm boy and a princess? Talk about cliche,” he scoffs and playfully rolls his eyes.
“That is all you think the movie is about? I can’t even begin to tell you how wrong you are. It’s about so much more than romance. There’s comedy, action, adventure, suspense and so much drama too,” you exclaim. “I’m just gonna let this play and you can see for yourself,” you mutter.
His deep blue eyes like the sea after a storm meet yours and your exasperated heart calms. “I didn’t realize you were so passionate about this movie Y/N, if you say it’s good then I trust you.”
You smile at him, “I’m just a little protective over this movie, Buck. Hopefully you’ll see why.” You grab your pie and snacks and press play. You didn’t see the way his eyes crinkle as he smiled at you watching the film begin.
“I think it’s kind of cute how when Westley says ‘As you wish’ he really means he loves Buttercup. Ugh this movie makes me a hopeless romantic.”
Bucky chuckles at that, “I’m not gonna lie, that scene was pretty cute.”
As the movie progresses you wrap yourself up in your big chenille blanket and move the popcorn bowl that was between the two of you to your coffee table. Being the generous person that you are, you decide to share your blanket with Bucky too. Ollie decided to nap elsewhere and wasn't around to keep you warm so you leaned into Bucky just a little. He gently placed his arm around your shoulder, respectfully and due to the cold of course. The two of you were used to each other even though you hadn’t known each other that long - being close to one another felt normal and comfortable.
Despite his initial hesitance, he was completely engulfed in the movie. By the time the main character Westley is stuck in the Pit of Despair, Bucky sits up and is all nerves as he watches the scene unfold. You gently grab his hand and intertwine your fingers. He lightly squeezes your hand and looks at you. You give him a reassuring smile and he returns the smile right back.
You try not to think about how right this all feels.
“This movie is light and dark at times, and I’m a little worried we might not get a happy ending,” he whispers to you while returning his gaze to the film.
You wrap your free hand around his forearm and pull him a little closer. “I won’t give you any spoilers, but look at the general theme of the movie, Buck. They’ve gotten through a lot already and let’s not forget the true love thing that is also significant,” you whisper back.
He laughs and nods, “Okay, you’re right. Solid points, Buttercup.”
Your heart flutters, but you play it off, “Oh gosh, is that my new nickname? Because if so I’m going to start calling you Humperdinck.”
“Please don’t, he’s literally the worst,” Bucky pouts.
You giggle, “Yeah okay, I won’t do that. Princess Buttercup is a worthy namesake, I’ll take it,” you tease him.
He laughs at that and settles back into the movie - content and happy to have you so close to him.
Bucky knew from the moment he met you that your silly and fun-loving spirit was exactly what he needed. You quickly became the light and levity in his life. On top of that, you were undeniably beautiful. But when he first met you he knew that you weren’t keen on dating, and at the time he thought he felt the same way. He was initially delighted by the ease of your friendship. Not long after however, Bucky found himself feeling emotions he hadn’t ever felt before. He wasn’t willing to voice those feelings at the risk of losing your swiftly budding friendship, but they remained and continued to grow nevertheless. Now with you so close to him, he can’t help but feel like this is it. You’re the one he wants to - “Hey Buck, do you think it’d be weird to have someone give the Mawage speech at my wedding?”
“No, I think that’d be pretty on brand for you.”
“You just get me,” you say with a beaming smile. Bucky chuckles and hopes that with enough luck maybe he can be the one to hear that hilarious speech right next to you at the altar someday. God what is wrong with me, it’s way too soon to be thinking like that. Get it together Barnes, she’s your friend. Your adorable perfect friend.
“So it was good, right? No regrets?” you asked once the movie ended.
“I’m really glad we did this, you were right. I’ll never question your judgement again,” he says as he tilts his head and smiles.
You smile triumphantly, “See to it that you do.”
“Do you think we can have another movie night soon?”
Does Bucky sound eager to spend more time with you? No, you suppose that’s just what friends do. The idea of another cuddly night with him delights you and you try to respond with nonchalance despite your mild excitement, “Um yeah of course, whenever you want. Just let me know.”
“Great, maybe we can watch a horror movie next time.” Truly he’ll take any excuse to have you close and in his arms again.
“Ooh yeah, I love a good scary movie. We can go classic with Halloween or if you’d like to see Westley again we can watch Saw. So many choices,” you say, getting excited.
“Sunday then? I can pick us up some more movie snacks,” he says as he walks towards your door. “Any requests?”
“That works, and maybe a little more pie from Mia’s?” you ask shyly.
“As you wish,” he says sweetly with a twinkle in his eye - and with that he left.
Leaving you and your heart to melt into a puddle.
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infatuation [noun. strong but not usually lasting feelings of love or attraction]
pairing: kamo choso/f!reader
summary: in a spurt of recklessness, you hire an escort to help you learn about relationships and intimacy. what you didn't expect was to fall in love with him along the way. [part of the kamo escorts collab]
content/warnings: escorts au, slow burn, language, smut!!!, fluff, soft dom!choso, reader is very oblivious and painfully awkward, awkward firsts, dry humping, handjobs, oral sex (m + f receiving), fingering, uh somewhat public sex, loss of virginity, oral fixation, praise kink, lowercase is intended [VERY VERY UNEDITED]
a/n: hello here it is and finally done!!! i've been sitting at this for a week straight now and while i'm not super happy with it, it would've been a shame to just throw it out tbh. writing improvement is a slow progress after all! i'm dedicating this to @sukirichi who always hyped me up while i was writing this, happily welcomed me to the collab and who always supports my writing and i really appreciate it. thank you, from the bottom of my heart! (argh i have so many cut scenes that i ran out of space for dividers, sorry! hope the reading flow still makes sense though)
"that's what you were so worried about?" nobara looked at you incredulously, as if you grew two heads and asked for her firstborn. "you were scared that guys don't like you because you've never dated anyone?"
you let out an embarrassed whine, pushing at her arm in an attempt to get her to shut up. it wasn't your fault that she jumped to (multiple and very wrong) conclusions when you'd called her and maki, asking them to meet up so you could ask for advice. even maki looked mildly amused, patting your head apologetically. you were well aware of how ridiculous your issue sounds - the topic of dating had always made you anxious. you came from a very wealthy family that always sheltered and protected you from everything. you were their precious little girl after all; your father would rather drop dead than have you mingle with people who didn't treat you well and didn't deserve you. they meant well and it had never been an issue until you moved out to attend university (your parents had acted like you were leaving to travel the world and would never return, when really, you only moved two hours away from home).
even though nobara, maki and you had quickly become friends after you'd met at an event, you were wary to tell them about your background. it worried you, knowing how some people would treat you differently just to get on your good side and use you, so you opted to skirt around it as much as possible. it took you months until you opened up to them when you finally mustered up enough courage and trust to do so. they kept your secrets ever since, always protecting you and looking out for you. you were truly glad to be their friend. the two of them had grown suspicious when you kept declining their invites to join them for parties or to simply go to a bar and you were slowly starting to feel more and more guilty until you couldn't take it anymore and just confessed, asking them for advice.
"so that's why you're nervous even around inumaki," nobara concluded, propping her chin up in thought. "i didn't think your parents would be this protective. do they know that you want to start dating now?"
"no…" you confessed, fidgeting in your seat. "my dad, he um- he means well and usually has a good radar when he says that a guy doesn't deserve me. but i thought it was time to venture out on my own. it's good to have some experience, right?"
"i mean you're not wrong but i don't want you to be asking for advice simply because you feel pressured about dating since everyone else is doing it," maki retorted, giving you a concerned look.
you quickly shook your head. it wasn't that you felt pressured about not having any experience yet. you didn't necessarily want to admit to them that you were a hopeless romantic and liked the idea of being with someone; in the end, it was your own decision to venture. men made you nervous, you didn't know how to act around them and the thought of approaching a stranger by yourself was too scary. maybe it was a better idea to find someone to show you the ropes first, you felt embarrassed about your lack of knowledge and skills and - it wouldn't hurt to have some kind of dating training, right?
"i mean, technically, you could just ask one of the guys to take you out on a fake date. i'm sure megumi wouldn't mind," nobara was already pulling out her phone, making you grabbing her hand in panic and furiously shaking your head.
"i don't want to get them involved in this! it would make things pretty awkward and that's the last thing i would want. isn't there any other solution?" you explained quietly, playing with the hem of the dress. you felt bad for rejecting all their suggestions but you simply didn't want to be a burden to your other friends either.
"well," nobara and maki looked at each other grinning. "you could hire a fake boyfriend."
"really? you can hire tho-"
"escorts, y/n, escorts," nobara pushed her phone over to you, pointing on the screen. frowning, you read the little description. kamo escorts. you'd never thought about hiring someone, let alone knew enough about the topic. judging from nobara's face, she seemed to be well versed and it made you slightly suspicious.
"it's the easiest way for you and you have enough money to pay for their service. it's convenient, you can adjust it to your schedule and they'll send someone who fits your preferences. you choose the spot for your date and they'll make it happen, right? it's perfect and you don't have to worry about getting anyone involved," she explained, tapping at the bottom of the screen. "just give them a call, they'll walk you through the entire process. if you don't like it, you can find someone else or just abort mission."
"what do you mean they'll send someone who fits my preferences?" it did sound like an easy process, almost too easy. something was bound to go wrong, you could feel it. "i don't even know what my preferences are, so how could they possibly-"
"y/n, you might be blind but we are not," maki flicked your forehead playfully, she was more perceptive than you. "if you want, you can call them right now and we'll help you with the preferences, okay? maybe that'll ease your nerves a little."
"now?" you squeaked, eyes widening in horror. you weren't prepared at all; when you invited them over you were only planning to gather advice and then act on it.
"yeah! come on, it'll be fun and it's not like they can see your face," nobara grinned and was already dialing the number, moving away from you agilely before you could snatch the phone out of her hands. you wanted the earth to swallow you, why did they think that this was a good id-
"good evening, thank you for calling kamo escorts. my name is ijichi, how may i help you?" a male voice sounded from the phone, you instinctively dove behind the couch but maki was quicker and pulled you back with one fluid motion. curse her strength and speed.
"yes, hi, my friend here would like to hire an escort but she's too shy to do so, so we're helping her with the entire process. i hope you don't mind?"
"if it helps to ease the nerves, not at all."
nobars nudged you, holding the phone out. you pouted at her, shaking your head like a stubborn child. she rolled her eyes and pushed the phone into your hand forcefully, making you panic as you didn't want ijichi hearing your wrangling.
"um, yes, i- i'd like to hire someone but- ah nobara already mentioned that! it's for… for dates! i just need someone to go on dates with me."
"i see. is this a formal event?"
"n-no! i just need dating training of sorts, so casual is fine… if i do need to attend a formal event in the future, would that be a problem?"
"not at all, simply let us know when booking. our escorts are trained to be able to adapt to any situation and event, there is nothing you need to worry about, miss. do you have any specific preferences?"
nobara leaned over your shoulder. "she prefers more mature guys! someone who's caring and attentive, someone who's not too outgoing and loud, it has to match her energy! since this is date training, there's probably going to be a lot of awkwardness so we'll need someone who is patient too. someone who can act like the best boyfriend to ever boyfriend. as for looks, i think she's fine with everything- although wait, maybe dark hair. yep, dark hair."
you couldn't believe her, she practically directed the entire call for you as if she'd made a plan beforehand, knowing that it would come to this. there was no doubt that she'd had this in mind, this was nobara after all. maki, on other hand, was watching you amused; she didn't usually engage in whatever shenanigans nobara was up to but she was always a bystander who very much enjoyed your reaction just now.
"miss, do you agree with the listed preferences?" ijichi asked after a moment of silence. you could hear him typing and occasionally scribbling on paper.
"yeah, yes, that's fine. is it possible to book him on weekends? i don't know if this is going to work out just yet so maybe once a week on fridays? i've never done this before so yeah."
"that is doable, yes. if you wish to engage in sexual relations, you may discuss it with your escort. these services come at an additional cost, of course."
nobara interrupts you again, smirking at you cheekily. "it would be beneficial, so please take that into consideration when choosing the escort!"
"alright, thank you," ijichi went silent for a minute while he was organizing the files and schedules. "there are some possible candidates with whom i have to check with first. i will get back to you, should they agree to the job. after that we can exchange personal information and contacts so we can discuss the matter further."
"okay um. thank you, mr ijichi, i appreciate your help," you thanked him bashfully, giving him your number before thanking him again. you were already so deep in thought that you didn't even listen to his reply. now you've really gone and done it. were you crazy? what if your parents found out? they'd riot and be immensely disappointed in you. getting some dating experience through dating an escort, only nobara could ever come up with something like this.
"how do you feel?" maki inquired and rubbed your shoulders in concern, seeing how quiet you suddenly grew. weakly shrugging with your shoulders, you grasped the fabric of your shirt and nervously fiddled with it. the entire ordeal filled you with anxiety, a myriad of thoughts circling in your brain. it was the first time doing something "reckless" and it left you feeling nauseous.
"i'm not sure." you hesitated. "i'm curious to see how it goes but it just makes me really nervous. how do i act around him? and what if he finds me weird?"
"i don't think he's going to think you're weird just because you get nervous around guys. and besides, ijichi said he'd find the perfect guy for you, yeah? don't worry about it too much. if you don't feel comfortable after the first date, we'll figure something out."
"i guess so… um, but you guys don't mind accompanying me to it? just to make sure it's not some weird guy?" upon seeing your hopeful face, the two girls couldn't say no - of course not, you were their precious, innocent friend. as amusing as this situation was to them, they wanted nothing more than to support you and see you happy as well. you had already done a tiny step out of your little, sheltered world and much more was to come.
the ring of your phone nearly scared you to death, making you drop the book you were holding. quietly cursing, you picked it up and placed it on the table before answering the phone. who was even calling you at this time? everyone knew you were busy in the evening, slaving away on your assignments. it must be really important to interrupt your workflow like this- you almost dropped your phone in shock when you recognized ijichi's voice on the other side. admittedly, you forgot about the entire ordeal and didn't expect him to get back to you so soon. "good evening, ms y/n. i'm calling you regarding your inquiry so we can finalize all the details."
"u- uhm yes! thank you for calling!"
although ijichi was kind and patient, you were still nervous as you scribbled the details on a piece of paper. your escort's name was choso, he was a few years older than you and his schedule was very flexible. there wasn't more info, ijichi had announced that choso would call you as soon as possible. dread filled your stomach - it was nerve wracking to meet new people, not to mention someone you hired to be your fake boyfriend for the day. and now that you knew he was calling, all focus and concentration was thrown out the window. silently, you sat at the table and stared at your phone, waiting for the screen to light up. maki and nobara didn't need to know about this new development just yet as you wanted to navigate this on your own before telling them.
not too long after, your phone rang again, an unknown number flashing across the screen. it had to be him. even though you mentally prepared yourself for minutes, the anxiety came back full force. with trembling hands, you picked up, holding your breath as you waited for an answer. a deep, rather dulcet voice greeted you from the other side. you liked the sound of his voice, it almost put you at ease if it wasn't for your mind that constantly reminded you what was going on. you hastily introduced yourself to him and told him why you were requesting his services. the entire time, he was silent and let you speak - although you appreciated that he didn't interrupt you, every second that was passed in silence agonized you.
"hello y/n, my name is choso and i'll be your escort for the time being. ijichi told me you were looking for someone to pose as your fake boyfriend?"
"ah, uh yes sort of! i don't… have any experience when it comes to boyfriends and that kind of stuff. and i- i just wanted to learn what it's like to d- date and- and," your voice got smaller and smaller, until it was a mere whisper that was filled with all kinds of embarrassment that you felt. you couldn't help it, hopefully choso was still able to decipher what you were explaining. "you know, k- kissing and all that stuff. i've never done it with anyone before."
"i see," choso paused for a second, making your heart race. "i can't say i've had this situation before but i'm confident in my skills to guide you through this. before we first meet, let's set some boundaries so you feel comfortable at all times, okay?"
you hummed and nodded, although he couldn't see you over the phone. choso sounded like what nobara had described your ideal type - ijichi really had delivered and chosen the best possible match. choso knew what to say and how to steer the conversation in such a way that it didn't make you feel helpless or anxious. and you, in turn, felt like you could trust him with this issue.
"y- yes! uhm when i first called ijichi, a friend of mine helped me with the process and requested someone who was comfortable with sexual relations but… uh, to be honest, i never thought of requesting them. i'm not entirely sure if i want to do it either… i want to approach this in a slow manner, as slow as possible."
"alright, i can work with that. as for our first meeting, have you picked a time and location?"
you sighed in relief. choso seemed like a really nice and understanding person, leaving most of the options up to you. you knew it was part of his job but it felt nice to know that he was so forthcoming and accommodating. for the first date, you’d chosen a nice restaurant that had good reviews and little private booths. even though there was no way your father would ever magically appear and find out about your escapades, you were still trying to be secretive and cautious. the restaurant was situated in a widespread estate with beautiful gardens, the perfect spot to take stroll after dinner. in all the romance books you’d consumed, these type of dates seemed to be very popular - you thought to yourself why not? as you discussed your plans with him, you briefly wondered what he looked like. it felt weird asking him about it and you'd meet him soon anyways. maybe he looked like what you thought his personality was - like a prince charming? the prince that your dad had always assured you would come along. a small giggle left your lips at the thought of it; it was silly to believe it would turn out to be the love of your life. though it made you giddy thinking of your prince charming.
“is everything okay?”
“ah sorry, everything’s fine! i just had a silly thought a moment ago, that’s all,” reassuring choso quickly, you rubbed your cheeks in embarrassment. he must’ve thought that you were going crazy. “anyways, thank you for um, everything. i feel more comfortable now that i’ve discussed the details with you, thank you for being so patient. i look forward to meeting you!”
on the other end, choso hesitated, startled by your sudden enthusiasm when you were rather shy and timid before. it seemed that you were willing to open up a little more. he was curious himself, never having dealt with such a case before. usually, only experienced people who were looking for eye candy to accompany them to fancy events would hire him. he couldn’t imagine what you were like before meeting - it was nicer to get to know you in person after all, for the sake of a date setting. still, how were you able to afford the services? considering you were most likely a college student, he couldn’t fathom what lengths you went just to gain some experience. though he supposed, he shouldn’t judge you too quickly.
“i look forward to meeting you as well. see you on saturday, y/n.”
for hours you’d gone back and forth between outfits - casual? or more cute? maybe a mix of both? maki wasn’t much of a help either, mostly just giving you a thumbs up for every outfit while nobara had something to criticize about every outfit. you sighed, tossing yet another shirt onto the heaping pile of clothes. it was hard trying to impress someone that you didn’t know. the last item on your list was a simple, flowy dress and it seemed to be the best fit. you didn’t want to agonize over the choices any longer, seeing that the date was inching closer and closer. maki looked like she was bored out of her mind as well, scrolling through her phone as she was lounging on your couch with nobara. “are you sure you’ll be fine?” maki questioned you again. she was relieved about your good mood, how you were less apprehensive about the entire ordeal. when you first told them about choso after the phone call, you sounded slightly excited and were gushing about how nice he had been. you were hopeful that you could learn a lot from him. however, maki couldn’t help but worry about you, constantly making sure you were feeling okay.
“i’m sure i’ll be fine, don’t worry! we agreed to just have dinner today and let me test the waters… we’re really just doing whatever i feel comfortable doing for now,” you explained to the two of them, smoothing out the dress before grabbing your bag. “so yeah, i’m ready, i think. i mean if anything was to happen, i’ll let you know right away. i really have to go now though, you guys coming?”
nobara made a noise of protest, not wanting to get up from your bed which promptly earned her a nudge from maki. you giggled at your friend’s antics, grasping her arm to pull her up. as lighthearted and happy as you acted, you tried to hide your nervousness in front of your friends. worrying them did no good. as the three of you made your way to the restaurant, you checked your phone to see a text message from choso who asked to meet you in front of the building. you agreed, telling him that you would be there soon. the phone pinged again, choso had sent you a simple smiley. it made you grin a little, earning a suggestive glance from nobara whom you gently shoved.
"text us if anything happens, yeah? we can also pick you up afterwards so don't worry about it," maki reminded you again as you rounded the corner of the street, stopping mere meters in front of the restaurant so you could say goodbye to them. again, you reassured them that you would do as they suggested. you would be fine, because after all, choso was a professional. waving at your friends’ retreating figures, you slowly walked towards the entrance and let your eyes wander. the streets were busy, you couldn’t immediately make out anyone who was waiting in front of the restaurant. not that you really knew what choso looked like, you just hoped your search wouldn’t get more difficult with people waiting in the front. glancing at your reflection on the windows of a parking car, you made sure that you looked presentable and approachable.
“y/n?” your soul nearly left your body as you got startled by a deep voice behind you, now suddenly being aware of the figure behind you. whirling around, you almost hit the other person with your small bag with the swing. your eyes widened and you apologized profusely, fussing around to make sure the person was okay until you paused. wait a minute. this person knew your name. abruptly leaning back so you could look at the person’s face - they were very, very tall - you incredulously stared at them before spluttering: “c- choso? you’re choso?”
the taller male nodded, gently grasping your shoulders to steady you. on your bare skin, his hands felt scalding hot, making you painfully aware of how close you stood to each other. choso, for a lack of better terms, looked nothing like you’d expected but you couldn’t complain. he was attractive, very much so. he almost fit into the bad boy category, the type of men your dad would never let you close to. you felt inexplicably drawn to choso, like a moth to flames and you just couldn’t look away. he stared back at you, dark eyes glinting with concern as he took in your form. as your voice had suggested, you appeared to be a rather shy and timid person, looking at him like a deer in headlights. choso thought you were adorable, the way you were holding onto the sleeves of his shirt to not fall.
“i’m so sorry, i didn’t mean to hit you! you just really scared me there,” you apologized again, letting go of the fabric in embarrassment. luckily, he didn’t seem to mind, patiently waiting until you were composed again.
“don’t worry about it, i’m okay. it’s nice to finally meet you. should we head inside?” he offered you his arm which you gratefully took and followed him inside. truth to be told, you were starstruck by him, still too flabbergasted to say another word. thankfully, choso had picked up on your speechlessness, silently chuckling to himself as he led you to your private booth. you sat across from him, quietly thanking the waiter as he handed you the menu. eyes flitting back and forth between it and choso, you fiddled with the hem of your dress. what would you even talk about? you felt awkward, not knowing what to ask him; your confidence had suddenly vanished with the earlier incident.
“you look like you’re about to faint,” choso teased you, giving you a cheeky smile. “i’m not gonna bite you, i promise. i’m supposed to be your fake boyfriend, right? ask me whatever you want, just act like we’re good friends. it’ll get better with time.”
you nodded eagerly, face heating up at the mention of boyfriends. how does one even act around them without prior experience? let’s not dwell on it for too long, you thought to yourself. fidgeting on your seat, you pointed at the menu. "do you already know what you'll be getting? a lot of people online recommended their signature dish so i thought we could try it… but all of their dishes sound really good!"
“how about we order different dishes and try from each other then?” choso suggested in response, amusedly watching how your eyes lit up at his idea. you nodded quickly, delving back into the menu to find your desired dish. glancing over to his side to see what he was looking at, you then pushed your menu over to him, pointing at the dish you would be ordering. choso nodded in understanding, skimming the pages until he found a dish that complimented it. not wanting to let you wait any longer, he gave the waiter a sign, ordering for the two of you. across of him, you stayed quiet, still contemplating what to ask him.
“feel free to ask me anything,” choso reminded you again, propping his chin on his hand and leaned closer to you. “when you first get to know someone, dates are really just to spend time with each other and getting to know the other person. if there’s something you two have in common, you’ll just go from there and bond over it, yeah?”
humming in thought, you nodded and looked up at him. “so uhm… what do you like to do in your free time? i’m still in uni, so i spend most of my days studying. but i really like reading when i’m free and i also volunteer at an animal shelter. the pets there make me really happy!”
“my job takes up the majority of my time, so i try to spend time with family and friends as much as possible. my younger brother has gotten me into surfing and paddle boarding, i really enjoy doing that. what do you study, if i may ask?”
“i want to become a veterinarian in the future! it’s been my dream ever since i was younger, so yeah… you said you have a younger brother? i have an older sister but we don’t have much in common since she’s a lot older than me. but um surfing! so you spend a lot of time at the beach, right? i haven’t been there in a long time.”
“if you still wish to continue after today’s date, we could go to the beach next time? i can teach you, it’s not that difficult.”
surprised, your eyes widened at his suggestion. he seemed to be confident that there would be a next time and you couldn’t even deny that possibility. so far, you were easing into the conversation more and more - the process was more natural than the whole setting suggested. though he still made you nervous, he had been nothing but respectful of your space and friendly. not to mention that you were attracted to him as well; if you hadn’t hired him, you could imagine actually getting close to him.
"i- i'd love that." as you told him more about yourself and listened to his stories, you didn’t notice how much time had passed until the waiter suddenly appeared in front of you, presenting you the dishes. your mouth was watering at the sight of the delicious dishes, you couldn’t wait to dig in. quickly thanking the waiter, you then took a bite from the dish after he left. you sighed in satisfaction, taking your time to properly taste the first bite.
“this is so good, you need to try it!” you gushed, pushing your plate closer to the middle of the table. choso chuckled, sharing his plate with you as well. as you took in all the side dishes, he'd already taken it upon himself to pick up a smaller piece with his chopsticks, nudging it towards you. you looked at him confused, then back at the small piece of food. was he trying to-? carefully, you leaned in and let him feed you, confusion and hesitation immediately melting at the taste. the food made you happy, but the unusual intimacy and closeness that he just showed you wasn't lost in between the myriad emotions.
as you had dinner, the previous conversation continued. choso was a few years older than you, has been working in this industry for two years now and preferred coffee over tea. he disliked early mornings and liked to sleep in until noon. his most precious and valued object was a polaroid camera, he wanted to have photos commemorating important occasions or moments that were special to him. all these little details made you feel like he was less of an escort that you'd hired but more of a friend. much to your surprise, the conversation ran smoothly and there were no awkward, silent gaps. you supposed it was only natural; you felt comfortable with him so it was easy to talk. had it been any other guy who didn't understand you or your intentions so well, you probably would've closed up.
"do you want to take a stroll around the estate? i heard the gardens are really beautiful," you asked choso, a hopeful glint in your eyes. dinner was finished long ago, silence filled with light conversation and teasing from choso’s side. you weren’t sure where to go from this or how to suggest being… more intimate. choso had suggested you would go slow - but how slow was too slow? and if you were to go with the flow, when would be the right time?
“i would love to,” choso’s reply pulled you out of your thoughts, focusing your attention back to him. lost in your thoughts, you nodded and called a waitress over to pay the bill. you felt choso’s gaze on you, making you queasy. what did he think of you? or this entire ordeal? you wondered. as he stood up and moved behind you, you nearly jumped out of your skin when he placed his hand on the small of your back, guiding you out of the restaurant. the touch was unfamiliar, heavy and scalding even through your clothes, but not unwelcome. a strange feeling welled up in your chest, crawling its way up your throat, constricting it in such a way that it distracted you from coherent thoughts.
seeming to notice your conflict, choso stepped to the side, offering you his hand. you glanced at it, hesitating. “boyfriend experience, remember?” he grinned at you, patiently waiting until you took his hand. his hand was much bigger, almost entirely engulfing yours as you intertwined your fingers. gently swinging your arms back and forth with the flow, choso lead the way through the paths of the garden. having looked forward to it, you suddenly found yourself too distracted by him. the flowers and trees were beautiful and so were the statues but he was the one that caught your attention.
“my hands aren’t sweaty, are they?” you asked after a moment of silence, stopping to face choso. he laughed and shook his head, flicking your forehead gently.
“stop worrying about things too much, you’ll be fine. you don’t see me complaining, do you?”
“i mean that’s true… but i can’t help it! there’s just a lot to uh, think about…” your voice trailed off, you let his hand go to cover your face in embarrassment. choso inched closer to you, grasping your hands to pry them off your face. remaining stubborn, you pulled them back in, a giggle breaking from your lips when he tried again, playfully pinching your cheeks.
“want me to take your mind off said things?” he asked with a low voice, inching in further until your back hit a tree trunk behind you. he was so close, too too close. weakly, you pushed at his chest, trying to get him to back off. the sudden closeness that threw you off - your heart was racing at a million miles an hour, the endless possibilities dancing around your head. “how so?” your voice came out quiet and breathless, as if you were anticipating anything, something… his touch perhaps?
“do you feel comfortable with me?” without hesitating, you nodded in agreement. choso didn’t question you any further, simply gave you a knowing smile before diving in and pressing his lips against yours. instinctively, you stiffened, hands clenching around the fabric of choso’s shirt. breath caught up in your throat, you struggled to ease into it. you pulled away from him, squeezing your eyes shut in shame.
“i’m sorry that-”
“don’t apologize,” choso comforted you quickly, clasping your hands in his and intertwining them. thumbs gently rubbing the back of your hands, he lifted one of them to press a kiss against your knuckles. you blinked perplexed; your heart fluttered at the gesture. “don’t overthink it, there’s no science to it, yeah? just follow the flow, whatever feels good. we’ll go from there.”
giving you a moment to collect yourself, he leaned back in, silently waiting for permission. again, your breath hitched but this time, it wasn’t the nervousness. it was his eyes that drew you in, demanding all of your attention. dark, with unknown depths, that glimmered with mischief. ever so slightly, you tilted your head up to meet his lips. his warm lips pressed against yours, slowly testing the waters and letting you set the pace before deepening the kiss. now less hesitant, you kissed him back with more fervour, losing yourself in the feeling. it felt awkward and strange now that you let him guide you, leaving more space for you to ponder about the feeling that it evoked inside of you. you were glad he was holding your hands, otherwise you wouldn’t know what to do with yourself. the kiss brought forth a pleasant, tingling feeling - the sort of feeling that pulled you in, lulling you in warmth.
when choso pulled away, you almost mewled in disappointment, chasing after him. he let out a breathy laugh, cupping your cheek. “how did that feel? was it okay?”
“y- yeah, i liked it. felt very strange at first but once i was able to ease into it, it was… more natural and felt really good,” you explained to him shyly, leaning into his hand. longingly, you gazed at him. would it be weird to ask for another kiss? you wanted explore the feelings more, the intimacy of it, wanted to feel more of him. as if sensing that you were craving more, choso leaned in again, stopping a few centimeters in front of your face. with a sudden surge of boldness, you closed the distance between you, leaning up to kiss him. choso's arm snaked around your waist, pressing you closer to his body. gradually your body felt hotter, a dull ache accompanying it, spreading across the expanse of your stomach.
before you could act on the urge, choso pulled away again, pressing an apologetic kiss to the corner of your lips. "sorry, i don't want to get too carried away and we're… uh in public," he laughed at your horrified expression upon realizing your mistake. "i take it that you're still comfortable with this? do let me know if it gets too overwhelming for you.”
“n- no, it’s fine! it was uh, an interesting insight. i just wasn’t expecting to really get into this, considering- considering i hired you for this and don’t really know you.”
choso hummed in agreement. “i guess there has to be at least a smidge of attraction for it to work, yeah?” you looked at him stunned, trying to decipher the look in his eyes. you couldn’t place it; couldn’t place the feeling of longing that was emerging in you. when he looked at you like that, it was difficult to remind yourself that he was just an escort that you hired for your personal problems. when he looked at you like that, it filled you with warmth, making you want to pretend that he really cared about you as if you were in a relationship.
“yeah… yeah, i guess so.”
nervously, you were twiddling with your phone, contemplating whether to text choso or not. after the last “date”, you felt confident enough in continuing your… relationship of sorts. he was great at guiding you, always making sure you were comfortable and moving at your pace. you did let him know that you would book another session, you just hadn’t set up a date or time yet. and casually texting him felt awkward. hey, how’s your day? oh by the way, i wanna book another session so we can make out haha? maybe calling was a better idea. there was no plan ahead, never did you think you would even get this far.
the dial tone made you nervous. you chewed on your bottom lip as you waited for him to pick up, bouncing your leg up and down. maybe he was busy? it was early in the afternoon after all, he was probably already out with other clients. “hello? y/n?” choso sounded groggy, his voice raspy and deep as if he’d just gotten up. it sent electric shocks right down your spine, raising goosebumps across your skin. never had you thought about a man’s morning voice before, but choso had you wondering, imagining. you spluttered: “oh hey uh are you busy? i’m not interrupting you with something, am i?”
“not at all, i just got up,” choso admitted with a quiet chuckle. “everything okay? are you calling in for another appointment?”
“ah, yeah! i thought that we worked quite well and there’s still a few more things i want to learn with you, if you’re up for it? if you’re comfortable with it too, of course!”
“mhmm, i wouldn’t mind,” choso pondered from the other side. sounds of rustling and a few clangs resounded before you could clearly hear his voice again. you were glad that he agreed to it, meaning that you weren’t entirely… hopeless in that department. for days, his words were ghosting around in your head, a constant reminder that he seemed to find you attractive as well. not that he showed it, staying professional despite the nature of your relationship. it was nice to imagine that someone would look at you like that, at your shy and timid self.
choso was meticulous about his work, working on every detail and concern until he was satisfied. even though he looked so easy going, from time to time he had to admit that he was a perfectionist and easily frustrated when something didn't go the way he expected. so when you rolled around, so innocently asking for help, it threw him off. the feelings of confusion grew when he first met you, unable to pinpoint the origin of this urge, possessive and demanding, reaching its tendrils out to you. the way you reached out to him for help, the fact that you wanted to continue, wanted him to teach you. it thrilled him to the core when it really should not. he had to remain professional. but he was curious, so curious. indulging a little wouldn't hurt, right?
to choso's surprise, the next venue you'd chosen was the own comfort of your home. you were barely acquaintances, more like strangers, and yet you felt confident to invite him here. at the phone you had told him that your friends thought you had weird ideas about dates due to only seeing glorified versions of them on tv shows and movies. it embarrassed you enough to take their advice, inviting choso over for a movie night as opposed to visiting another fancy venue with him. prior to the date, you went through movie suggestions and rented the ones that you thought were interesting and enjoyable for the two of you. despite your put together attire and look, your apartment did not reflect the sentiment. it was a little chaotic; books and paper stacking up in every free corner of the apartment, pens strewn across surfaces and here and there choso could spot memorabilia and photos.
you gave choso an apologetic look when you let him in. despite your best efforts to clean up, you were still not happy with the outcome. tidying wasn't your strong suit but you tried to make it as accommodating as possible. choso assured you that he didn't mind at all, telling you that it added to the charm of the apartment. it was unusual to have someone other than your friends or family in the apartment - your home was your sacred space that you rarely ever showed anyone else, let alone someone you had hired. choso took a seat on the couch, turning to look at you as you went to grab some glasses and drinks.
"i uh, told my friends about my plans and they just told me i have weird expectations of dates," you explained choso, placing the items you'd grabbed on the coffee table and rubbed the back of your neck sheepishly. "they said it would probably just be better to have a simple movie night since a lot of people do that. and it would… make things a lot easier i- if we go fu- further…" the implication was hanging in the air, you didn't dare to speak them out. choso gave you a knowing smile, patting the empty space beside him. gingerly, you sat next to him, squeaking in surprise when he snaked an arm around your waist and pulled you to his side. with wide eyes, you stared at him, still trying to wrap your head around the casual close proximity with the taller male.
wordlessly, you started a random movie, trying to focus on it. throughout the duration of it, choso would ask you questions about your day, how uni was going or whether you felt comfortable. you couldn't focus, not with him being so close. how you made it through the first movie you didn't know. you were hyper aware of choso's wandering hands, the ghost touches his fingers left, how he absentmindedly rubbed your legs that were resting on his lap. straining to keep your eyes on the screen, your neck already felt stiff from the tension.
"i can tell that you're distracted, you know?" choso hummed, hands squeezing your legs gently to catch your attention. pretending to not be affected by it, you shook your head. you didn't want to show him that you wanted to proceed, not yet.
"i'm trying to concentrate," you shushed him quietly, playfully pushing at his arm but still not looking over to him. silence. you assumed you'd convinced him that there was nothing wrong until you felt his hands innocently move a little higher, rubbing the top of your thighs. clenching your fists, you stayed put, unwavering in your resolve. choso's hands wandered, alternating between featherlight touches to using more pressure. he kept his eyes on you, gauging your reactions to him. you brought your hand up to cover half of your face. it was embarrassing, the way your breath came out laboured in response. without warning, arms were hooked under your knees, dragging you across the couch and seated you on his lap. you made a noise in protest, now finally paying attention to him. choso wasn’t sure why but it had bothered him that you were so adamant on keeping your attention on the movie as opposed to keeping your eyes on him.
choso wasn’t sure why but he craved your attention, wanted you to look at him only. his resolve crumbled when you looked at him with wide eyes, grasping the sleeves of his shirt to steady yourself. he couldn’t help but kiss you, swallowing your surprised mewl before you returned the kiss. pleased at your eagerness, he gradually deepened the kiss, licking at the seams of your lips. you gasp in surprise and parted your lips slightly, whimpering in anticipation. it felt unfamiliar and yet thrilling at the same time, fueling and flaring up the dull ache in the pit of your stomach. before choso could go any further, you pulled away and hid your face in the crook of his neck. “what’s wrong? did i go too far?” he questioned concerned, rubbing your back in soothing circles.
“no, no, not at all,” reassuring him quickly, you awkwardly turned in his lap, legs still thrown over it. “i uh just wanted to try to take initiative myself, figure things out without getting hints from you… if that’s okay?”
a sigh of relief left choso’s lips. silently, he gave you his approval and leaned back, watching as you shuffled clumsily. finally, you straddled his lap and placed your hands on his chest. in the dim light, you couldn’t make out his face expression - choso was glad that you couldn’t, otherwise you would have been able to see how much it was affecting him, how he was slowly losing his composure and control around you. but this was about you, he was there to help you explore this type of intimacy. releasing another shaky breath, you then leaned in and softly kissed him. you kept a languid tempo, slowly and surely cracking his restraint. trying to mirror what he’d done earlier, you pushed further, timidly licking into his mouth as he parted his lips.
seemingly not being able to hold back anymore, choso pushed against you with equally as much fervour, gripping your chin and tilting your head ever so slightly. his lips moved against yours, sucking your bottom lip, eliciting a whimper from you. again the ache in the pit of your stomach was flaring up, uncomfortable and yearning for relief; you moved against his lap, pressing your body against his when your crotch dragged against the bulge in his jeans. choso groaned, hands flying to grasp your hips and steady you.
dazed, you gave him a confused look. choso cleared his throat, lifting his hips ever so slightly so you could feel his arousal again. when the realization hit you, your face heated up - you were surprised to find out that he felt aroused… by you.
“yeah.” choso retorted dryly, hands rubbing at his face in embarrassment. “fuck, i’m so sorry. it wasn’t meant to get out of hand like this, i don’t know how far you planned ahead for today but i-”
“uhm if you don’t mind…” you hesitated. but curiosity simply got the better of you, you wanted to see him breathless and feel as hot and bothered as you did. “could i uhm. you know? give you a handjob? only if you don’t mind because i want to know how to please uhm, please people.”
choso swore under his breath. you had no idea how painfully hard you were making him. quietly encouraging you, he leaned in to kiss you again and guided your hands to his jeans. you fumbled with the button and zipper, hands trembling slightly. it took you a few tries until you were finally able to unzip his pants, a giggle left your lips at the thought of how clumsy you were. your hands gently rubbed at the tent in his boxers, breath hitching as choso’s hips jerked. gaining some courage, you slightly put on more pressure and watched fascinated when choso’s fingers digged into the fleshy skin of your hips in anticipation. slowly, you pulled the waistband of his boxers down until it revealed his cock. choso hissed at the cold air that was biting at his skin.
carefully, you wrapped your hand around the shaft, marvelling at how the skin felt on your hands. sensing your cluelessness, choso wrapped his larger hand around yours and guided you into a slow rhythm to get you used to the movement. sucking in a deep breath between his teeth, he praised you: “you’re doing good, y/n. fuck, you’re being such a good girl.”
your heart soared at the praise. eagerly, you leaned up to kiss him, still stroking him in slow movements. choso moaned against your lips, the deep sound spurring you on, eager to hear more of his reactions. when you finally felt more comfortable continuing on your own, choso pulled his hands away and instead settled them on the small of your back, sliding them down until they were resting on your bum. you wrapped your other hand around him as well and paid attention to his reactions, adjusting the pressure and pace accordingly. choso buried his face in the crook of your neck, whispering sweet praises in between his moans. eventually your name left his lips; it set your entire body in flames, desperate want clinging onto your bones.
“fuck, i’m close,” he groans against the skin of your neck, hips rutting up to meet your movements more frantically now. you weren’t entirely sure what to do, opting to simply match the pace. shudders wrecked through choso’s body as he came, warm cum painting your small hands and running down your fingers. he was panting, leaning back against the couch and watching you with hooded eyes. the sight in front of you stirred something inside of you - choso’s flushed face, the slight sheen of sweat on his skin, his kiss-bitten lips. with curiosity, you inspected the liquid on your hand. lazily, choso grasped your wrist, holding them away from you. “‘m sorry. do you have a tissue?”
you tilted your head, tugging on the sleeves of his sweater with your other hand. “uh i- i’ve heard from others… um. can i try?” you asked quietly. choso’s grip on your wrist weakened; he gave you an incredulous look, as if you few two heads. out of all things, he didn’t expect you to suggest that. fuck, he felt the blood rushing right back down to his cock. just the thought of you, doing that - it was enough to make him cum again. “go ahead, if you feel like it,” choso whispered in a low voice. dark urges overcame him again, begging him to give in, to make you bend to his will, to submit, to-
his thoughts came to a screeching halt when he saw you unashamedly pop a finger in your mouth, licking the come from it. there wasn’t any reaction from you really, you gave him a sheepish smile afterwards and gratefully took the tissue he offered you. he helped you wipe your hands, diving in for another kiss. “sorry, i think i just short circuited,” choso laughed embarrassedly, another kiss was pressed to your temple. “that was just… uh- fuck.”
“r- really?” you stammered, hiding your face in your hands. “it’s okay if it wasn’t that great for you, it was my first time after all, i-”
choso hushed you, going for another open mouthed kiss, eliciting a whimper from you. “yeah, really. fuck, the things i want to do to you,” he shook his head, not wanting to get sidetracked again. “but this is about you. we’ll only go as far as you’re comfortable. did you feel like you learned enough for today?”
“mh- hmm. thank you,” you leaned your head against his chest, closing your eyes as a sudden tiredness washed over you. choso’s fingers dancing across your skin were slowly lulling you into a comfortable slumber. “what is it that you want to do to me? will you show me one day?”
choso cursed, shivers running down his spine.
“if you want to, of course.”
now that you’d met choso a couple of times, it was pretty obvious that you took some liking to him. after that fateful day, nothing else had happened as you wanted to work on easing into relationship dynamics and feeling less insecure about things - choso had been nothing but sweet and mindful about it, even went out of his way to find suitable locations for your dates. somewhere along the way you had started to text more casually, the strictly business type texting long forgotten. gradually, the two of you opened up to each other, the lines between escort and client slowly blurring and intertwining.
choso had promised to pick you up after your shift at the animal shelter for your next date; for today he had suggested you come over to his place for a change. the thought that he was willing to let you in his home, let you have a glimpse into his personal life, it made you giddy with anticipation. despite getting closer to each other, he remained a mysterious person and you didn't want to pry. after all, you were merely his client. but what if you were more- patting your cheeks to put some sense back into you, you leaned down to pet the dogs. unbeknownst to you, choso had already entered the building and watched you with a soft smile as you gave each of the dogs their deserved belly rubs before you left.
you didn't take any notice of him until some of the dogs perked up and carefully trudged over to sniff at the stranger. turning around on your heels, your eyes widened as you took in choso's tall figure. you quickly apologized, telling him that you would be joining him right away to which he simply shook his head and reassured you that you were fine. your co-workers were eyeing choso curiously, one of them wiggling their eyebrows at you. in response, you waved it off, too embarrassed to set the record straight. choso looked so awfully much like a boyfriend in this moment - the way he was dressed in casual clothes that accentuated his physical features so well, the soft smile he gave you as he offered you his hand to take, the way he sounded genuinely interested and curious when he asked you about your day.
silently, you took his hand and followed him out of the building - you could feel your co-workers’ inquisitive gazes like laser beams on your back. while they were never particularly nosy about your personal life, it was unusual that someone would pick you up from work; much less someone that you seemed to be romantically interested in. surely, they would grill you the next time you would return to work. “they think you’re my boyfriend,” you explained to choso sheepishly, glancing down at your intertwined hands. choso squeezed your hand and nudged your side gently. “am i not?” he winked at you cheekily, making your face heat up. he had asked in such a serious voice that you’d briefly questioned yourself.
“n- no, not really,” you replied quietly, looking away from him. choso reached around you to open the car door for you. in the window reflection you could see his face expression; it was rather somber, almost as if your words had hurt him in a way. the emotion was gone from his face when you blinked. maybe you had just imagined it. getting close to him on that level was unattainable, no matter how you twisted it. it just wasn't right.
the car ride was mostly quiet, only the sound of choso's car playlist accompanying you. somewhere along the way he had reached out to intertwine your fingers, resting his hand on your thigh. holding hands was almost natural to you now, the way his hands automatically sought out yours whenever possible. in response, your heart was racing, filling with the all too familiar feeling of yearning. whether you were simply yearning for the intimacy and closeness of a relationship or for him, you weren't entirely sure. while choso had told you about himself for the sake of the fake dating, there were still unknown facettes. it was impossible for you to get to know all of him, not when he was selling a fantasy to you. and yet, you found yourself craving more of him, beyond what he was willing to show you.
choso parked his car in the garage, turning his body sideways so he could look at you. "you okay? you look like you were quite lost in thoughts," he hummed curiously, rubbing circles on the back of your hand. what could you possibly answer to that? hey i'm questioning our fake relationship and it's going beyond what i expected? abruptly, choso hoisted you across the seat onto his lap as if you'd weighed nothing. "a penny for your thoughts? or should i take your mind off things?"
"i- i think i would… rather not talk about it," you whispered quietly, gaze skirting away from his eyes. choso frowned, slightly irritated - he had a small inkling why he reacted this way but banned the thought to the back of his head. he understood that as a client, you wouldn't disclose details of your private life to him. but he found it difficult to circumvent your dropping mood when he couldn't tell what was going on.
"i understand," choso was about to open the door when you suddenly cupped his chin and dove in for a kiss. he was caught off guard - rarely did you ever initiate kisses, usually shyly asking beforehand. feeling bold, you pressed you pressed your hips down, grinding against his crotch. choso groaned, gripping your hips to guide you while thrusting his hips up to meet yours. he enjoyed how you shuddered at the newfound pleasure, the delicious friction making your toes curl. "does baby want me to take her mind off things?" he murmured with a raspy voice, peppering kisses across your jaw.
"please," you mewled needily, hands grabbing onto his shoulders, fingers digging into his skin. choso complied, sliding his hand up to tangle in your hair and gently pulled at it, tilting your head back. you were panting by the time he was moving down the column of your neck, nipping and sucking at your skin. lower and lower, until he reached the top of your breasts; with swift movements, he yanked your shirt and bra upso , pressing open mouthed kisses to them before wrapping his lips around your nipple. your voice cracked as you moaned his name, hands flying up to bury your hands in his hair. distracted by the ministrations, you didn’t notice choso’s free hand sliding down your front until you feel the coldness of his hands on your skin. you squirmed, giggling at the cool sensation - the giggle died abruptly when he dove lower, fingers rubbing your clothed pussy languidly.
“c- choso! we’re still in the g- garage, people can see!” you stuttered scandalized, tugging at the tips of his hair to grab his attention. choso simply hummed, carrying on as if you hadn’t just told him your concerns. rubbing circles on your clit, he watched with satisfaction how your legs were trembling, writhing in pleasure. just the sight of you - hickeys on your neck, slightly swollen lips, shirt pushed up to reveal your tits, his hands down your pants - it was so arousing and thrilling, he almost didn’t want to stop.
“the windows are tinted and no one’s around at this time… do you really want me to stop?” he murmured with a low voice, fingers pushing your panties to the side to gather the slick up on his fingers. “look at you, how much you’re craving it. the want is written all over your face, baby. do you want to stop now?”
before you know it, choso’s hand is suddenly hovering over your face, fingers glimmering with your arousal. you shot him a dazed look, confusion evident on your face. “open,” he instructed softly, slowly and carefully sliding his fingers in your mouth. almost instinctively, your hands gingerly grasped his wrist. your lips wrapped around them, tasting the liquid curiously. his breath hitched, blood shooting down his groin - fuck, you were going to kill him. tentatively, he thrusted his fingers, slow enough so he could gauge your reaction to it. you didn’t know what it was - the taste of yourself, the weight of his fingers on your tongue, the way he was looking at you with hooded eyes and a hungry expression on his face; it made you squirm, eagerly for more. choso immediately took notice of your sudden mood shift. barely noticeable, your hips were rocking back and forth as you sucked on his fingers, cleaning them of your slick.
with a pop, choso removed his fingers. you whimpered his name, gasping in relief when he slid them back down, moving your panties to the side. his thumb found your clit, rubbing the little nub gently in slow circles. as if he was in no hurry and unbothered by the prospect that someone could actually spot you, he continued his ministrations. your legs jerked, threatening to close when you felt his fingers prod at your entrance. excruciatingly slow, he sunk a finger into you. the feeling was unfamiliar, almost uncomfortable at first. seizing up, you clenched around the finger. “relax, ease into it,” choso whispered reassuringly, capturing your lips in a kiss. “it’ll feel good, i promise.”
choso inserted a second finger, letting you get used to the feeling of them. the kisses he was peppering on your chest were distracting you from the burning stretch, creating a confusing mix between pain and pleasure. “how are you feeling?”
“f- feels good, i- i-” you were struggling to form coherent sentences, too focused on how he was lapping at your nipples, sucking and kissing them gently. “y- you can continue…”
steadily, choso started to thrust his fingers into you - gradually, the burn was disappearing and replaced by a delicious stretch, pleasure that was spreading throughout your body and setting your nerves on fire. desperately clinging onto his shirt, you hid your face in the crook of his neck. choso placed a kiss on the crown of your head, whispering sweet praises and telling you what a good girl you were. it felt good, so good but something was missing, you needed something, maybe more. you started begging and despite blabbering nonsensical things, choso understood what you were asking of him. his fingers hit a peculiar spot inside of you when he curled them, making you jerk in surprise. “o- oh!” again and again, choso was hitting the spot, making you writhe on his lap.
something was building up in the pit of your stomach, like a tightened coil that was about to snap at any time. panicking slightly, you grabbed choso’s hand and tried to close your legs, wiggling away from him: “h- hey wait, i-” another moan broke from your lips when choso sealed your lips with his and wrapped his arm around your waist, locking you in place. “it’s okay, let go, baby. cum for me,” he whispered against your lips, sinking his fingers in you one last time. and then the coil snapped, the high crashing over you like a riptide, so blinding and intense that it took you a while to come down from it. your thighs were still trembling by the time you came back to your senses, ripples of pleasure still cursing through you.
you slump against choso's chest, exhausted from the intensity of your orgasm but feeling wonderfully blissed out. choso removed his hand from you, licking your arousal from his fingers before wiping them off on a paper towel. he brushed his fingers through your hair, pressing a kiss on your forehead. "how are you feeling? can you move?"
"my legs feel like jelly," your voice came out muffled, face still pressed into his chest. "'m feeling good though. that was… really nice."
"i'll carry you upstairs," choso declared matter-of-factly, hoisting you up so he could carry you. you slung your arms around his neck, pecking the side of his neck. his scent was faint but calming, lulling you into a sense of home and comfort. you wanted to stay close to him like this, just having him hold you in his arms. a myriad of emotions welled up in you, swallowing all your doubts until all that was left was the budding blossoms of your feelings for him, nurtured by his soft touches and adoring treatment. you wanted to cherish him, keep him close for as long as you could, as long as you could still have him.
"for what?" choso sounded surprised.
"taking care of me? i mean i pay you for it but i still wanted to let you know that i appreciate it."
“everything for you, baby,” choso replied softly, tightening his grip around you. as you got to his apartment, choso placed you on the couch and knelt down, hands wrapping around yours. “do you want to get changed? i’ll lend you some of my clothes, you can get changed in my room or in the bathroom if you want to freshen up.”
he was so so considerate, you couldn’t believe someone as nice as him existed out there. as you agreed, choso disappeared in his room; the sound of opening doors and drawers as well as rustling resounded from his room. you took the opportunity to observe his home. it was a small but cozy apartment, despite being sparsely decorated. in the back of the living room, you could spot some bags and boxes, presumably choso’s surfing equipment, as well as posters and photos cluttered on a pinboard. here and there, some little figurines and trinkets were spread across the apartment. although it was cozy, the apartment lacked some kind of presence, some warmth. you assumed that it had to do with choso’s job - he probably was rarely home between work and spending time with friends and family.
“here you go,” choso handed you a big sweatshirt and some shorts as he came back, patting your head teasingly. “go and get changed, i’ll start preparing dinner, yeah?”
you hid in the bathroom and got changed, neatly folding your clothes and stacking them on the counter. inspecting yourself in the mirror, you admired the size of choso’s sweater - it was a simple and cream coloured sweater that was entirely dwarfing and engulfing you. the sleeves were way too long and the hem almost reached your knees. but it was soft and comfy, coming close to choso’s hugs. you pulled the shorts up your legs, awkwardly securing them by tucking them underneath the sweater. choso had set up some boiling water and was silently chopping vegetables by the time you left the bathroom and tip toed towards the kitchen. “can i help you with anything?”
“no it’s okay, take a seat. do you want anything to drink? water? tea?” reluctantly, you sat at the small table on the side, pouting at him. choso simply laughed and shook his head, bringing a glass of water over. your heart jumped in surprise when he kissed your forehead as he placed the glass on the table. “i’ll take care of you for today. boyfriend duties, remember? the past times you’ve always taken us out on restaurants and incredible locations and now it’s my turn to show you the boyfriend magic.”
sudden dread filled your stomach. how could choso be so warm and kind-hearted to you, when you weren’t even in a relationship? you keep having to remind yourself that this was what he was doing for a living, that you might possibly never know the real him. that this might just be a mask that he kept on for the sake of your requests. you didn’t reply, deep in your thoughts as you stared at the glass of water. choso returned back to his previous task, cooking dinner in silence. your chest felt heavy with uncertainty and disappointment - you tried your best to push the emotions down. they were irrational, you knew full well what you were getting yourself into when you asked for his service.
thankfully, choso didn’t seem to have picked up on your sullen mood, even throughout dinner - you let no emotions shine through when you conversed with him, choosing to keep it lighthearted. you offered to wash the dishes, not wanting him to lift another finger when you could help him in return. as you scrubbed the bowls, choso creeped up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist, placing his chin on your shoulder. “you wanna watch a movie? or go to bed already? you’ve had a long day at work after all.”
“hmm, yeah. i think i’d prefer going to bed, if that’s okay for you?”
“i could never say no to cuddles,” choso hummed, capturing your lips in another kiss. you whimpered against them, not being able to resist him. he moaned against your lips, grip on you tightening. “please don’t tempt me, it’s so hard to say no to you,” he warned you with a strained voice.
your face grew warm at the memories of a few hours ago. you couldn’t believe you let him do that, let him finger you in his car in the garage. no one had seen you and you were thankful for that but you wanted the ground to swallow you whole at the thought of someone possibly snitching on you. your father would lose his mind. “is- is it not what you want?”
“of course i do, but not today. baby steps, remember? we have all the time in the world. and i can assure you that i very much want you,” with one last peck on your lips, he removed himself from you and disappeared in his room. he wanted you. your heart was soaring at his confession. you were relieved to know that he was craving you as much as you were yearning for him. maybe you would indulge, just for a couple more times until you would inevitably have to cut off the relationship. you felt at peace with your decision, you told yourself. nothing good would come from false hope.
after washing up, you joined choso on the bed, shyly crawling towards him as he opened his arms and welcomed you. he pulled you into his chest, nearly crushing you with his weight. it made you giggle and squirm in his arms, trying to wiggle out of his hold. choso was having none of it, peppering kisses all over your face as he trapped you in place. gasping for air in between your carefree laughter, you weakly pushed at his head, squealing when he dove in to blow raspberries on your neck. he showed mercy and let up, instead curiously inspecting your neck as he pulled the neckline of your, no his, sweater down. something dark was glinting in his eyes as his eyes zoomed in on the hickeys he had left on your neck and chest - he felt strangely satisfied, pleased with his work of art. a sliver of possessiveness overcame him as he traced the trail of red marks on your neck, humming quietly.
“something wrong with my neck?” you questioned confused, not having spotted the hickeys yet. choso shook his head, simply laid back on his side again to look at you. “not at all. was just inspecting the hickeys i left on you.”
“you left marks?” you gaped at him, mildly shocked at the revelation. though he was preoccupied with your neck earlier, you didn’t expect him to actually leave so many marks, much less ones that were visible. “is… is that a common occurrence?”
“for couples? i think so. but i can’t speak for everyone; if it was me, i would do it frequently. stake my claim on you, let everyone know that you’re mine,” choso replied and casually draped the blanket over the two of you, as if he didn’t just admit to doing something he would normally do with a lover. did he think of you as his? you struggled to decipher his actions, not being able to match it with a specific reason.
“that’s uh-” your stuttering was interrupted by another horrifying thought. “oh god, i can’t let my parents see this, they will kill me.”
choso shot you a confused look. you hadn’t told him about your parents yet or how you were hiding this from them.
“my parents… especially my dad, are very cautious about letting me venture out in romantic relationships. it’s mostly because he didn’t feel like anyone was good enough for me and because he didn’t want me to get hurt. sometimes i felt like those princesses locked up in a tower, you know? so i decided to explore and uh, hired you. i didn’t want to burden my friends with having to help me gain some experience,” you explained to choso, eyes widening when he suddenly grabbed your hand and pressed a kiss to it. he winked at you cheekily before leaning over you to turn off the lights. you felt him press a gentle kiss to your lips but you couldn’t make out his face expression in the dark. choso preferred it like this, so you couldn’t tell the vulnerable look on his face, the ache of knowing that he could never fully be yours.
“then i’m glad i get to serve a princess such as you.”
“you’ve been spending an awful lot of time with choso,” nobara commented as she took a sip from her coffee, reaching out to grab one of the muffins you had ordered. you looked away in embarrassment. it’s been nearly two months since you’ve started to meet up with choso. your dates became more frequent, even the casual texting continued. and yet you hadn’t really told your friends about your progress or how you felt about him, either brushing it off or giving them vague details. it was only natural that nobara and maki grew suspicious, vowing to grill you about it the next time you would meet up. “have you done the deed?”
“n- no! not yet,” you answered hastily, the topic still making you feel bashful. though you had talked to choso about it; he had agreed and hinted that you might go all the way the next time you would meet up. it was weird, scheduling something like this. but you felt more at ease knowing that it was approaching and you could somewhat prepare your nerves for it. “we talked about it though… next time, maybe?”
“i see,” maki nodded slowly, deep in thought. “you’ve been skirting around this escort thing a lot. is there something you’re hiding from us?”
“nope! not at all!”
“y/n… we’re looking out for you as friends. i know you told us that you trust choso and that he’s the nicest person you have ever but is there something more?” maki gave you a gentle nudge. the serious look in her eyes told you that you better not give her a lame excuse. even nobara, who was usually playful in nature, looked mildly concerned. as much concern as she could muster up anyways. sheepishly, you stared at your mug, watching the milk swirl with your hot chocolate. surely, they would tell you to stop seeing him, to stay away. because catching feelings for someone whose true feelings and self you could never uncover… should have been something you could have prevented. if only it hadn’t been so easy to give in, so easy to develop feelings for choso.
“uhm. i just realized that i like him, like a lot. i know i shouldn’t and should have circumvented the issue somehow but now i’m stuck with my feelings. and it’s just confusing. before you get mad at me, i’ve already decided to cut it off after our next date. i can’t dwell on it for too long because realistically, nothing is going to happen.”
wordlessly, nobara gave you a hug, patting your back to soothe you. “is he really that great though?” maki lightly swatted nobara’s arm and gave her an eyeroll. her comment made you laugh, she knew how to lighten up a situation.
“i think so. very gentleman-like and just takes good care of everything. i really appreciate how well he’s been taking care of me this entire time. he just is the perfect boyfriend, you know?” nobara nodded but you could tell from her face that she was trying to put the puzzle pieces together. it made you laugh again, pinching her cheek playfully. you didn’t want to worry your friends too much. they always helped you in every situation and now it was time you would take care of everything yourself.
“i can’t believe this entire time we were trying to find you a perfect partner and you’ve gone and went the whole nine yards, boyfriend experience and heartbreak all together,” maki joked and ruffled your hair, giving you a reassuring smile. “you know we’re there for you if you need emotional support in this, right? we might not be much of a help while you go through the fake breakup but we can help you take your mind off afterwards.”
you sniffled a little at the thought. your next date was fast approaching and you were grateful to have such great friends, who would always look out for you and be understanding even if you made dumb mistakes. your next step would be to learn how to mend a broken heart.
everything had to be perfect. the entire evening you had been on the move, busy cleaning your apartment and room and spending time in the bathroom making yourself look presentable. you still felt nervous exposing all of you to choso, never had anyone seen you naked before. the thought of it had made you so anxious that you’d called nobara who promptly suggested you wear cute underwear and something comfy to ease yourself into it. chances were that choso didn’t really care and wouldn’t judge you anyways; he had always been generous with compliments, always telling you how pretty you looked, how cute you were, and what a good girl you were for him. you didn’t think you could feel so fired up from praises nor did you think that you would be craving to hear them so much until choso came along. the feeling of euphoria that overtook you whenever he praised you, along with the pleasure he gave you whenever you were fooling around - it was a deadly combination.
knocks at the door made you perk up, hastily racing over to the door to let choso in. he chuckled when you immediately wrapped your arms around his waist and buried your face in his chest. “hey baby, missed me much, huh? i missed you too,” choso admitted, softly combing his fingers through your hair. you peeked up at him from below, closing your eyes as you leaned into his touch like a cat. “mhmm, missed you a lot,” you mumbled, humming in content as choso pecked your lips briefly before waddling inside the apartment with you in his arms, closing the door behind him
“what am i going to do with you?” he mumbled amused and sat down on the couch, pulling you onto his lap. he squished your cheeks between his hands, kissing your pouty lips with a broad smile. “you always make it so hard for me to leave.”
your heart sunk at his last words, remembering how you were planning to proceed by the end of this date. surely, it couldn’t be so hard and he wouldn’t think much of it since it was all business anyways. and yet, you couldn’t help but seize up with dread, not wanting to hurt him. if, and only if he would actually be affected by it. you placed your hands on his, sticking your tongue out at him. you teased him: “you leave but you always return, right? doesn’t that give you something to look forward to?”
“yeah, always come bouncing back…” choso trailed off, a faraway look on his face. you couldn’t tell what he was thinking - each emotion that surfaced was only fleeting and quickly wiped from his face expression as if it never existed in the first place. perhaps he was keeping his heart as guarded as yours, for baring the most vulnerable parts of yourself could be your downfall. he ran his hands along your thighs, rubbing the bare skin gently, fingers teasingly slipping under the hem of your shorts. your breath hitched in your throat, expecting him to move his hands up further. but by now, choso knew how to play you like a fiddle, what drew beautiful moans out of you, what made you whimper in anticipation and how to build up tension. he knew how to tease you and use it to his advantage; knew well that you would follow his instructions like the good girl that you were, never disappointing him. “gotta take care of my princess, hm?”
choso dipped down, brushing the strands of your hair out of the way, showering it in kisses. you mewled quietly, tilting your head to the side to allow him more access to your neck. he was still murmuring between kisses, telling you how sweet you were, how he was going to make you sing his name, how he was going to take care of you. the whispered praises were getting to your head, you easily melted into his touch. “c- choso,” you gasped, already drowning in him as his presence clouded your senses, wrapping around you as if nothing else but him existed. “please touch me.”
“your wish is my command,” choso lifted you up as if you weighed nothing, carrying you to your bedroom with ease. gently, he dropped you on the bed, simply hovering over you without saying a word. the look in his eyes knocked the air out of your lungs; you loved his eyes, his dark brown eyes that were filled with so much warmth and love, now darkened and filled with lust. he observed you, waiting for you to make a move - you stayed still, tense with anticipation. with every single intimate encounter you had with him, you gradually learned that choso enjoyed being in control, overjoyed when you were obedient and remembered what he had told you. he liked having you at his mercy, being the first and only one to discover the expanse of your body, to pleasure you in ways you were yet to familiarize yourself with.
choso’s tapped your lips, carefully sliding two fingers in when you willingly parted your lips and sucked on them. the weight of his fingers on your tongue, the dazed look on his eyes as he watched you - it was all so erotic, so arousing. you lifted your hips, grinding against his thighs for some kind of relief. it drew a slightly irritated click of the tongue from choso, gently pressing his fingers against your tongue. but he enjoyed the view, seeing how you wanted him so much, how you were seeking relief by humping his thigh. you could already feel yourself soaking through your panties and your thin shorts, arousal smearing across choso’s thigh and leaving a wet spot on his jeans.
pulling his fingers out of your mouth, he slid them down, lower and lower, smearing your spit across your skin. his fingers stopped right at the buttons of your blouse, playfully rolling them between his fingers. slowly, he unbuttoned the blouse, pushing the fabric off your shoulders to reveal your bra. you squirmed, suddenly feeling shy and embarrassed about being so exposed in front of him. “you’re beautiful,” choso reminded you. “don’t hide from me. i want to see all of you.”
reluctantly, you kept your arms at your sides, instead clenching your fingers around the fabric of your comforter. teasingly, his hands dragged across the tops of your breasts before dipping lower. “look at you, how soaked you are already. you’ve even left a spot on my jeans. i haven’t even touched you properly yet… has my princess missed me this much?” he mused, gently rubbing circles across your skin. he was careful not to move anywhere close to your crotch, resolutely keeping his hand near your navel.
“yes, please touch me,” you mewled, grasping his hand to guide him towards the hem of your shorts. his hand splayed across your mound, rubbing in deliberately slow movements, making you sigh in relief. choso tugged on your shorts, dragging them down your legs with ease. you clenched your eyes shut, hiding your face behind your hands. choso stayed silent for a few seconds and simply admired you in the dim light of your room. he could tell that you'd chosen a nice set of underwear to impress him - you looked so cute in it, like a present waiting to be unwrapped. he took notice of the dark patch on the crotch of your panties, how they were clinging onto your skin and how your arousal was glistening on your inner thighs.
"you look breathtaking," choso complimented you, gently removing your hands from your face. "i told you not to hide, didn't i? give me all of you, baby."
you blinked a few times, sheepishly thanking him. his praises overwhelmed you, making your chest swell with pride. but still, you didn't know how to react when he was singing your praises, too bashful to reply coherently. choso removed your panties in painstakingly slow movements, leaving trails of kisses on your inner thighs up to your ankle. throwing your panties to the floor, he then pulled your legs over his shoulders. you watched him bewildered, not sure what to make of it. the position made you feel oddly exposed; all of your senses were heightened, strained to focus on choso only. the oversensitivity caused your hips to jerk when choso’s breath hit your pussy, keen on receiving attention. the swipe of his tongue on your slit was something you didn’t expect - the sensation was new, uncharted territory, so different from his fingers. it drew a whimper from your lips, making your toes curl against his back.
languidly, he was lapping at your folds, taking his time to get you used to the feeling. it wasn’t until his tongue dragged across your clit, lips wrapping around it to suck gently, that whines and whimpers spilled forth from your lips. your hips automatically lurched forward, rocking against his face. you couldn’t wrap your head around the pleasure it provided you, how it rendered you into a babbling mess with only his name on your lips like some mantra. needing to busy your hands otherwise, you clenched your fingers around his hair, subconsciously pressing his face into your pussy. choso groaned against you, the slight burn turning him on beyond relief. you felt like you’re floating, higher and higher, rapidly approaching your high and it was still a feeling you’re trying to get used to, a feeling that you readily welcomed and craved.
it was a combination of all the touches that bring you closer to the edge; how he was sucking at your clit before flattening his tongue against your clit, paying close attention to it, how it was repeatedly and rapidly dragging across your folds. it made you sob, begging him to make you cum. choso pulled you even closer, fingers digging into your thighs as he lapped at your swollen clit, again and again until you come with a loud moan, barch arching from the bed, heels digging into choso’s shoulder blades. clenching your eyes shut, you attempted to push his face away from you, now feeling too sensitive. your legs were trembling uncontrollably, you gasped for air as your high washes over you and slowly ebbing away. choso sat up on his knees and only then you see the arousal smeared across his chin and lips. the sight sent electric shocks up your spine, breath hitching in your throat. he looked so fucking hot like this. he gave you no time to be embarrassed about it, wiping the slick off his skin and licking it off his hands.
“c- choso, what-” you croaked, voice all raspy from your relentless moaning. choso didn’t reply, instead kissed you open mouthed - the taste of your arousal was still present on his tongue. in the back of your mind, you thought about how dirty it was and yet so thrilling, eliciting a hunger for him. desperately, you were tugging at his shirt, trying to get it off. you were struggling, huffing in frustration as he didn’t budge. choso laughed, pecking your lips apologetically before taking it off along with his pants. even in the dim light you could make out the bulge in his pants, a testament of much he wanted you. the sight made you salivate, your pussy clenching around nothing. he took notice of your dazed look, grabbing your chin to tilt it up. “are you sure you want this? do you want me?”
you nodded quickly, eyes widening at his question. “of course, i want you, never wanted anything more. please, choso.”
“you have me, all of me,” he retorted, a tender look in his eyes. again, your heart clenched. just one more time you would get to see him like this, pretend he really was your lover. but when he looked at you with so much adoration in his eyes, it was hard to believe that there wasn’t a spark between you. unbeknownst to you, choso had always looked at you with stars in his eyes, hoping that you would return the sentiment. no matter how hard he was keeping his feelings at bay, the cracks were widening, allowing more and more feelings to seep through. with each touch, each word that you exchanged, the dam was weakening and threatening to spill everything that he was keeping inside.
choso gently pressed you back down onto the mattress, fingers fumbling with the condom that he’d pulled out of his jeans. you watched with fascination as he put it on, not being able to take your gaze of it. he grinned, deciding to indulge you, pressing his cock against you. arousal was still leaking from you, allowing him to easily slide against you. deliberately, he nudged the head against your clit until you couldn’t take it anymore. you wiggled your hips, signaling him to do something, do put you out of your misery. choso glanced at you for permission, suddenly seeming to be nervous himself. you gave him a small nod, leaning up to cradle his cheeks and kiss him. choso began to push, slowly slipping past your folds and- the stretching burn, it was there again and made you tense up.
choso grasped your hands, intertwining them and showered your face with kisses, whispering sweet nothings and encouragement. the feeling was familiar and yet strange at the same time, the girth of his fingers were nothing compared to his cock. it was a tight fit; you were aware of him, so aware of him. muffled, you heard choso telling you to relax, that he didn’t want to hurt you, to take your time. he was still pushing, distracting you from the uncomfortable pain with kisses. with one last thrust, he’s pushed the entirety of him in you. faintly, you could feel pain gradually ebbing away. the fullness of him, the throbbing; you clenched around him, a quiet moan leaving your lips as choso’s hips jerk in response.
“you okay? can i move now?” he whispered against your lips. you nodded, feeling choso smile against your lips. your breath hitched in anticipation as he pulls out ever so slightly before thrusting back in. you let out a whimper at the sudden thrum of incoming pleasure, hands squeezing his. choso thrusted his length in and out of you slowly, still wanting you to get used to it. the drag of it against your walls, the way his cock ever so slightly bumped against that spot inside of you that made your body sing - you sobbed out his name, hips tilting up to meet his movements. choso had no qualms obliging to your unspoken wants, upping the pace once he’s made sure you felt comfortable.
slowly, his inhibitions fell apart upon seeing you desperately cling onto him, moaning out his name as he pulled out and drove back in, deeper than before. you saw stars when he hit the spot inside of you, burying himself inside of you completely. it’s been a short amount of time but choso was quick to figure out what made you shake in pleasure in particular, memorizing every little nudge and wiggle that would have you gasp out his name. the closeness, the intimacy, it easily beat everything else that you’ve ever done before but it was now that you realized that no one could compare to choso. while your initial goal was to simply learn and gain some experience, somewhere along the way, you veered off the path. perhaps your goal was never to find out what it was like engaging in sexual activities but rather to experience it with someone you loved. it was then that you realized you didn’t care about these things unless you could experience them with choso.
while choso was no stranger to having people in his bed, the sight of you was one he would never be able to get out of his head again. how your moans and whimpers were getting more frequent with each thrust, how you were sobbing his name whenever he hit particularly deep inside of you, how your small hands were holding onto his, how you clenched around him whenever he praised you. he wanted to keep you for himself, to impale himself in you in such ways that you could never look at other people the same way anymore. “i- i’m close,” you hiccuped between sobs, back lurching from the bed. “choso, p- please, i wanna cum, i-”
“i’ve got you, princess,” he assured you, diving down to kiss you feverishly. relentlessly, his hips pistoned against yours, desperate to make you cum. choso couldn’t hold back any longer, he was close, so close. wanting to cum with you, he reached down to rub your clit. your reaction was almost instantaneous, legs pressing against his side as you came, his name on your lips like a prayer. he came with you, burying his face in the crook of your neck as groans left his lips, mixed with your name and curses. his hips stuttered as they pressed against you one last time, staying in place until he’s spilled all of him in the condom. you felt like you were floating, still dazed from the intensity of your orgasm. absentmindedly, you wrapped your arms around his neck, hand absentmindedly playing with the hair at his nape. choso let out a noise, akin to a cat’s purr, nudging his head against your hand. his gesture made you giggle and you strained your neck to press a kiss against his forehead.
slowly, choso removed himself from you, letting out a breathy laugh as you protested. you made grabby hands at him but he simply tutted, disappearing in the bathroom to dispose of the condom and came back with a wet towel. it felt comforting, the warmth of the towel as well as his gentle touches, lulling you into a sleepy state. it didn’t take long for him to join you again once he was done, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into his chest like the countless times he’s done so before. “how are you feeling? i didn’t hurt you, did i?”
you shook your head, trying to find the right words. in the end, nothing came into your mind to appropriately tell him how mind blowingly good he made you feel so you just settle with: “felt good, really good. didn’t hurt, jus’ felt uncomfortable at first. but you made it okay, it’s okay when it’s with you.”
“i see,” choso let out a relieved breath, laughing as you blinked at him stunned. you looked adorable, still floating and coming down from your high. “i’m glad i was your first, glad i could do it justice. just wanted you to feel good.”
“mhmm, thank you,” you slurred sleepily, arms wrapping around his waist. you felt so warm and loved, not wanting to let go of the feeling just yet. “can we do it again some other day? you promised to show me what you still wanted to do to me.”
“y/n, sweetheart, when will you be coming to visit us again? i know it’s your summer break right now and you’re busy but we thought it might be nice to go on a short family trip. what do you think?” your mother pleaded over the phone. you could see her pout on the screen, her attempt at guilt tripping you into visiting more. truthfully, you felt bad about not having been able to see your family so much - the amount of assignments and final exams was swamping you and you just wanted to get through them before going on vacation. that and the fact that you couldn’t properly look them in the eyes anymore ever since being with choso.
you just couldn’t let go of him, nor could you admit your feelings to him, in fear it would make him uncomfortable. it was irrational, reckless even, to keep paying for a service you technically didn’t need anymore. simply to keep a person you had feelings for around for longer. nobara and maki didn’t know about this either, you knew they would have your head as soon as you confessed. it was irrational and you knew it. and yet it was so hard to let go. with every waking moment, you craved choso, his tenderness and loving gaze, the warmth of his arms, the domesticity that the two of you shared, how natural it seemed when you spent time together. and so you kept returning to him, over and over again
“i’m sorry, mum, i’m just really busy right now. but i promise i’ll let you know when i’m free, okay? i’m sure we can find a fitting date for the trip,” you attempted to soothe your mother, giving her an apologetic smile. she rolled her eyes at you playfully but shrugged it off, knowing that you didn’t mean anything by it. before you could tell her goodbye, your mother suddenly stopped you, waving at the screen.
“sweetheart, one of my friends- her son, i told him about you. he’s a very nice young man and i think you would get along well. when you come visit us, i’ll introduce him to you, yeah?” she explained, a giddy smile creeping onto her lips. “i’ve told him a little about you and your father doesn’t mind either. he has a good background too, i’m trying not to swoon.” she giggled as if she was the one who was to be set up on a date with him.
your eyes widened ever so slightly at her revelation but what shocked you more was that choso had seemingly heard what your mother had said. he was still sleeping when your mother had called you, so you hid in the kitchen to talk, not wanting to disturb his sleep. he stood in the doorway, blinking at you confused. you made sure to turn a little so your mother couldn’t see him. “mum, i told you i’m not really interested yet and want to go at my own pace-”
“honey, i know but the opportunity was just there. i couldn’t pass it up and you can still reject him, no? just try to meet him at least once.”
you sighed. “we’ll talk about it again when i’m home, okay? but don’t put too much hope in it, please.”
“i know, i know. i’ll talk to you again another day. love you, sweetheart,” your mum said goodbye to you and hung up. you groaned, tossing your phone to the side and buried your face in your hands. choso was not supposed to hear any of that. even though you two weren’t really in a relationship, and he had assured you that he wasn’t sleeping with anyone else, keeping his work at accompanying clients only, you still felt like you were somewhat betraying him. you felt choso’s presence moving behind you, then his arms wrapping around you, his chin being placed on your head. you couldn’t see the slightly irritated look in his eyes, the jealous glint that told you he didn’t want you to look at anyone but him.
“your mum seems to be eager to find you a partner,” he commented amused. you groaned, swatting at his arm.
“i don’t know why they’re suddenly so persistent after not deeming anyone as suitable for years,” grumbling, you turned slightly, pressing a kiss to choso’s chin. “i’m not really in the mood to go on dates just yet, so she’ll have to deal with it.”
“not in the mood for dates?” choso echoed, pinching your cheek. “not even with me?”
you whined, burying your face in his chest. you didn’t want to let him see how his words excited you. “no, i’m always in the mood for you, for dates with you.”
“that’s good to know. we’re going out later after all,” choso laughed, combing his fingers through your hair. “i did promise to take you to the beach and teach you how to surf.”
one of the reasons you didn’t come visit your parents immediately when your summer break began was because you’d already planned a short trip with choso. weeks ago choso had proposed you’d go to the beach together and you were thrilled by the idea, not having been by the sea in years. you’d rented a little cabin by the beach for the two of you while choso had prepared everything for the car ride. the car ride would be rather long but you weren’t worried about it at all - in the beginning, you’d been apprehensive, rather awkward with him. he eased you into everything, showing you not to be scared of relationships and to just be yourself. conversation was easy with him as if you’d been long term friends, with no worries or restrictions. for weeks, you’d looked forward to the trip, to spend more time with him.
the car ride was filled with laughter and calming music, you shared stories and secrets with each other, you fed him the snacks that you’d made the night before. you felt blissful, happily ignoring all the consequences that might be coming your way - you wanted to enjoy your time with him as much as you could. the dance that the two of you were engaging in, it was romantic and felt so domestic, while skirting around the important issue. inspecting your intertwined hands, you clasped your other free hand around his, rubbing the skin gently. choso shot you a concerned, questioning look but you brushed him off, assuring that nothing was wrong. “i’m just happy to be sharing this uh… boyfriend experience with you, really. i wouldn’t wanna do it with someone else.”
choso shot you a wistful smile, lifting your hand to press a kiss on it. “i’m glad you feel that way. you deserve only the best, someone who treats you like the princess that you are.”
the feeling of the grainy sand below you, wind blowing your hair in every direction, sun on your skin, water splashing against your shins - you felt like suddenly all your worries were washed away. you were still running through the shallow water, giggling as you saw choso catching up on you. upping your speed, you jumped through the water until he managed to grab you by your wrist, pulling you into his chest. he lifted you up, twirling you around in his arms a few times before setting you back on your feet, leaning in to kiss you. “you can’t just run away like that, all our stuff is still stranded over there,” he scolded you, playfully flicking your forehead. you glanced behind you, seeing how choso had already placed all the towels, cooler and bags on the beach chairs.
“it’s okay, we have the beach to ourselves anyways,” you retorted cheekily. choso couldn’t argue, instead rolled his eyes. the beach house that you had rented for the weekend was on the outskirts of the city, a rather quiet spot that also had a private beach. the paranoia that your parents might possibly spot you somewhere was running deep and so you didn’t want to risk anything. choso could teach you how to surf in peace, without any bystanders or crowded spaces. but now that you were sitting on the beach chair, you noticed that choso’s mind seemed to be elsewhere as he clumsily fumbled with the bags. you gnawed at your bottom lip, hoping that your earlier conversation with your mother wasn’t on his mind.
“you okay there? can i help you with anything?”
“huh? yeah,” choso answered after a second of processing, shaking his head. “uh i just get distracted looking at you. you look good in that bikini.”
“oh shut up,” you retorted but hid your face from him, still growing bashful even though you were used to him complimenting you out of nowhere. he shot you a wink, resuming his work. “but… choso, you can talk to me if anything bothers you, you know that?”
“yeah, i know… but don’t worry, i think this is something i have to figure out for myself first before i tell anyone,” he padded over, kissing your forehead. “but i appreciate it.”
deciding to drop the topic, you joined him, watching how he demonstrated his surfing skills. if he didn’t want to talk about it, you would respect it; and maybe, just maybe, he would open up to you about it. you watched as choso surfed through the waves, the sight filling you with bright happiness. he looked so happy to be surfing again, the usual tired look on his face wiped away as if it had never been there in the first place. he looked like he was truly at home, comforted and surrounded by the crashing waves. you understood what he meant by being distracted - choso looked good in his trunks as well, the water drops that were rolling down his body, his exposed upper body, the way his loose, slightly damp hair was falling over his face. you very much enjoyed the sight and almost felt creepy for staring so much.
as per usual, choso was a wonderful teacher, remaining calm and patient while he gave you instructions, comforting you when you weren’t doing so well and was always right by your side encouraging you. you hadn’t had this much fun in a while, especially not with someone other than from your close friend circle. it was easy to lose the track of time when being with him, all your thoughts and anxieties washed away like the seashells at the shore. by the end of the day, you were utterly exhausted, your muscles feeling like jelly. as you laid on the bed, you still felt like you were rocked and swayed back and forth by the waves. it was relaxing, almost lulling you into a deep slumber if it wasn’t for the sound of the running shower and choso’s humming. you opened the window, before returning to bed, wrapping the blanket around you. the sound of waves sloshing against the shore echoed through the room, making you feel like you were actually sleeping at the beach.
it didn’t take long for choso to return; you felt the bed dip beside you before you heard him. pretending to be asleep, you waited until he said anything but were instead greeted with a kiss on your nape. you squirmed a little, the feelings of his lips tickling the sensitive skin. a giggle broke from your lips, unable to stay silent any longer. “did i make you wait for too long?” he asked quietly, grabbing you by the hips to turn you around to face him. you shook your head and gave him a smile, leaning in to peck his lips. “no but i did miss you. did i tell you that i now get what you meant by being distracted? you looked really hot in your trunks and so serious while giving me instructions.”
“ah, really?” choso hovered over you, placing his hands beside your head. you’d only offered simple compliments but he was already so fired up, making you grin. “you can’t just tell me that and expect me not to do anything. don’t you know that i’m always hungry for you? i’ll ravish you right here.”
“what if i want you to ravish me?” you bravely retorted, your voice slightly cracking at the end. rarely were you ever bold with him but at this moment, you might as well indulge him. as an reward for teaching you how to surf and being so patient about it. choso clicked with his tongue, pleased with your reply. before he could move, you suddenly felt an urge to go further, wanting to be the one to initiate intercourse for once. you placed your hands on his chest, pushing gently. he looked at you confused, cocking his head to the side. if it wasn’t for the hungry look in his eyes, you would’ve cooed at how adorable he looked. “uhm can i… suck you off for today? i mean you’re always the one who- who makes me feel so good and i know you said you liked it but i just wanted to return the favour…”
choso short circuited at your request, momentarily leaving his mouth wide open as he stared at you. “y- yeah of course, if that’s what you want,” he spluttered hastily, sitting up on his knees. feeling giddy, you shuffled off the bed, positioning yourself at the edge of the bed and waiting for him to move. choso gulped, slowly moving towards the edge. he leaned down to kiss you, your hands snaked towards the waistband of his sweatpants, some doubt overcame you again, slowing your movements. sensing your hesitation, he patted your head and ruffled your hair. “you don’t have to do it, if you feel too nervous about it.”
“no, i want to, really,” you assured him, grasping the waistband and dragging it down. choso lifted his hips slightly, helping you remove his pants. his boxers followed soon after. gently, you wrapped your hands around his semi-hard cock, giving it some gentle strokes. choso exhaled shakily, leaning back on his hands as he kept his watchful eyes on you. you leaned in, flattening your tongue against the underside, running your tongue over the underside, tracing it until you reached the cockhead. gingerly, you gave it a few kitten licks before wrapping your lips around it. hands still stroking him, you delved in, taking as much as much as you could. choso tilted his head back, moaning loudly. it spurred you on, eagerly you bopped your head against him, paying close attention to the sensitive head as you licked and sucked at it. curiously, you licked the slit, tasting the precum on it. the taste was unfamiliar, nothing like you’d ever had before but you weren’t sure what to make of it. but you weren’t grossed out by it, thankfully.
choso’s hips jerked when you touched a particularly sensitive spot, not being able to control his own body anymore. usually, he was more composed, holding himself back for the sake of you - immediately, he stopped and apologized, staring at you with wide eyes. “fuck, i’m so sorry, that wasn’t meant to happen. did i hurt you?” he cupped your cheek, guiltily examining you.
“‘m okay, don’t worry about it. it just surprised me a little, that’s all. but if it’s what you like… i uh, don’t mind,” you reassured him.
“f- fuck, you can’t just say that because i will and-”
“like i said, i don’t mind. i want to make you feel good too.” reluctantly, choso nodded and relaxed again, letting you proceed. you were eager to make him cum, enthusiastically moving your head along the shaft. you welcomed choso’s shallow thrusts, glancing up to watch his reactions. his skin was beautifully flushed, eyes were closed, groans muffled as he bit his bottom lip. you struggled to take his cock in deeper, instead wrapping your hands around the parts you couldn’t reach. when choso’s thrusts got sloppier, you could tell that he was getting close.
“y/n, fuck- i’m gonna- wait, you-” unable to finish his sentence, he moaned, hips stuttering again as you swirled your tongue around the sensitive tip. you suckled on his length eagerly, hands pumping the base faster and choso couldn’t keep it in any longer, coming with a loud moan. you continued suckling on the tip, helping him through his orgasm until he’s spilled all of him in your mouth. sitting back on your knees, you removed yourself from him.
eyes wide and glossy, you looked up at him as he pulled away slightly so he could look at you. choso brushed your hair back, then lifted your chin up, tapping your bottom lip. "show me," he said in a low, hoarse voice, patiently waiting until you opened your mouth and showed him. showed him his cum that was still pooling on your tongue. a few seconds passed until he finally reacted - just the sight of you on your knees, obediently following his orders and showing him your work had his insides stirring with something dark, possessive. "swallow," he whispered, adoringly cupping your cheek as you eagerly swallowed. your face felt hot, whether by embarrassment or pride, you didn't know. quietly cursing, he pulled you up while leaning down, meeting your lips halfway.
unceremoniously, choso dropped you on the bed, making you giggle quietly as you bounced on the mattress. hovering over you, he captured your lips in yet another kiss. you wrapped your arms around his neck, hugging him to your body. choso pressed his groin against yours, experimentally rolling his hips to elicit a reaction from you. burying your face into the crook of his neck, you couldn’t help but writhe from the pleasure - and even though you’ve been sleeping with each other, you still felt too shy to ask him for… more. how could you express what exactly you wanted when you were craving all of him? when you wanted to engrave everything into your brain; the feeling of his body against yours, his touch, the sweet as well as the dirty words he whispered into your ear. it was almost unfair how easily he could draw a reaction from you, as if he’d memorized every little aspect about you already.
choso nipped at your neck, about to leave a mark when you frantically pushed at his chest. “no visible marks, i told you!” you reminded him, almost feeling bad when you saw his disappointed face. but rules were rules, you didn’t want your parents to find out you were sneaking around with someone; you were barely able to look into their eyes as is. he huffed against your neck, burying his face in the crook of your neck in frustration. seconds passed without a reaction before he finally sat up on his knees, hands reaching out to tug on your shirt. “but everywhere else is fine, hm?” he mused, dragging his warm hands across your chest to your shoulder to push the fabric off.
“i- i guess,” you spluttered, barely having any time to react as he’s already moved on, lavishing your breasts with kisses while leaving a trail of hickeys on them. you whimpered, hips rolling up against his. through your panties, you could feel the outlines of his cock; the anticipation of him filling you up made you salivate. choso was quick to remove your panties and rolling a condom on upon hearing your desperate whimpers that were urging him to move faster. no matter how many times you’d already slept together, he could never get enough of you - you made him feel like a teenager again, like he was constantly insatiable and hungry for you. judging from the look in your eyes, you seemed to feel the same way.
choso angled his cock against your entrance before sinking in, moaning in unison with you. he grasped your hands, pinning them against the pillows as you reached out, trying to touch him. you sobbed in disappointment, just wanting to feel him but choso was having none of it. the complaint was quickly forgotten when he started thrusting, the sound of his hips smacking against yours filling the room. he was diligent, hitting that spot inside you over and over again, enjoying how your legs that were wrapped around his waist were trembling. you were drowning, drowning in him, in the pleasure he so graciously provided you. choso painted your chest with marks, placing them dangerously close to where they would be peeking out underneath clothes. he knew you didn’t want anyone to see them but fuck, he wanted people to keep their hands away from you, wanted them to know that you were his.
you sung his praises, hips quickly bucking against his as he buries himself in you to the hilt. he filled you up so well, always dragging against your walls so deliciously. almost feral, choso fucked you harder, putting all his frustrations and emotions into the strength of his thrusts. it left you feeling breathless, clenching around him hard as you climbed higher and higher. never had choso fucked you like this before, like he was trying to prove something - you sobbed, tears springing forth from the intensity. it felt good, so good and you wanted to cum so bad, wanted to release. the pleasant warmth was spreading throughout your body, almost unbearably hot as you neared your climax. it erupted within you explosively, leaving you writhing in a babbling, incoherent mess. for many moments, your orgasm wrecked through you, making you see white and stars. in your euphoria, you didn’t notice how choso had cummed with you, whispering sweet praises in your ear as he rode you through your high. you didn’t notice how he disappeared, returning with a wet towel as per usual, how he kisses away the tears at the corner of your eyes. through your hazy mind, you could tell that he wrapped the blanket around you before disappearing again.
it took you a while to return back to your senses, marvelling about the sex you just had. what had possessed choso in that moment? could it be because you’d offered to suck him off? or was he so pent up the entire day? the click of the door made you lift your head towards the source of the sound, cooing when you saw choso padding towards you. he yawned quietly, crawling under the blanket and wrapping his arms around you. "exhausted?" you questioned him, nuzzling into him.
"mhmm, i feel like i could sleep in until noon tomorrow," as usual, he ran his fingers along your spine, drawing shapes on your back. sometimes you thought you could feel him spelling something out on your skin but the touches were always so fleeting that it was impossible for you to make it out. whatever it was, he must've been too wary or scared to share it with you. you were reminded of your earlier conversation - choso still hadn't said anything so you wanted to bring it up, not wanting any issues to arise between you.
"choso? do you want to talk about what was wrong earlier? i know you said you wanted to think about it, but i was wondering…"
choso interrupted you. "are you going to go on a date with the guy that your mum mentioned this morning?"
you shot him a bewildered look. so he had been thinking about it. you hesitated, not sure what to tell him. should you be upfront and tell him how you feel? or give him a mild version, so he didn't feel cornered by you?
"i'm… i'm not sure yet. the thought of going on a date with someone else is kind of daunting but i think i'll do it just so my mum's happy."
"i see." uncomfortable silence seeped between the two of you. you could tell that choso was irritated, the frown on his face clearly indicating it. and yet, he didn't elaborate, leaving you to figure out what he meant by that. not daring to move, you stayed still, waiting for him to continue. choso sighed, placing his forehead against yours. "i think this is selfish of me but i can't stand the thought of seeing you with someone else. i wish… i wish it was only me that you looked at."
"you don't want me to go on a date with him?"
"yeah. i- i can't tell you why that is. it's selfish and dumb, hence why i didn't want to tell you. and it's not something that you should worry about. i'm just your escort after all, there's nothing more between us."
his words stung. even though it was the truth, the words still stung, driving a knife right into your heart. it was the very thing that nobara and maki had warned you about. but here you were, heart breaking in a million pieces. perhaps it was the fact that choso didn't tell you the reason, didn't seem to trust you with it, that made you recoil immediately. the walls around your heart were immediately put back into place, safeguarding you from any further harm. he wasn’t obligated to tell you anything and you knew that - there was probably also another reason why he felt that way. any further digging would probably make him recoil as well, it wouldn’t do you any good. whatever was growing between you, it had to stop now. choso simply saw you as a client, probably had been this entire time. again, you were reminded of the fact that he might have been acting this entire time, none of the affection he showed you ever being real.
“i- yeah… i guess,” you replied dejectedly, looking away from him. “i’ll figure it out with him, don’t worry. i’ll just keep my mum happy with it, there’s nothing more to it.”
choso bit his lip, refraining from replying to it any further. you already knew more than you were ever supposed to, he should have never let it slip that he didn’t like seeing you with other potential love interests. it pained him to keep this hidden, keep it a secret from you - but the less you knew, the better. he couldn’t imagine you being okay with being in a relationship with him while he was still an escort, nor did he think that your parents would be thrilled about it. from what you’d revealed to him, he could tell that they treasured you and wanted to minimize any possible harm as much as possible. and that included hand-picking a suitable partner for you. he might never be what your parents envisioned for you and he might never become your love interest so every session that you booked was a blessing to him.
sighing, he placed one last kiss on your cheek before wishing you a good night. but even when he closed his eyes and tried to sleep, he was wide awake, not being able to stop the onslaught of thoughts.
weeks passed without you ever contacting choso again. your resolve would have never been this strong, hadn’t nobara intervened. while you were moping and still feeling restless, helpless even, she made sure to delete his number and made you take care of the bills before cutting off contact entirely. normally, she would have commented on it - but seeing how you were struggling through your first heartbreak, she decided to let it be. and because maki wouldn’t have hesitated to have her head if you’d ever snitched. maki had encouraged you to take your mind off things, dragging you along to some of the sports classes she attended. it did lift your mood ever so slightly, much to your surprise, it was more fun that you’d originally anticipated. maki attended so many different classes that seemed so intense that you were scared to join at first. in between the classes, you spent more time with your friends. gradually you opened up to them, explaining them the entire issue with choso and how you had struggled to let go. you told them one by one, until it was finally time to let megumi know.
out of everyone, megumi scared you the most - not because he was intimidating or violent but because you knew how he would react. he’d most definitely be upset about it because he was protective over his friends, not wanting them to be harmed in any way. you’d pleaded that at least nobara should tag along to knock some sense into him, should he snap - but megumi’s reaction surprised you. when you finished your story, he was awfully quiet. you assumed he was boiling in anger, reaching out to appease him but he was frowning, making a contemplative face. “uh listen, i think that choso’s yuuji’s brother.”
“he’s what?” nobara’s eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. megumi had recently started going out with someone that he’d met during work and though he hadn’t introduced you to said person yet, you did know that his name was yuuji.
“yuuji’s brother. i haven’t met him yet but he’s been complaining about his brother for weeks now,” megumi explained, scratching the back of his head sheepishly. “choso’s an escort, right? it has to be yuuji’s brother. i’ve stayed over at yuuji’s place a couple of times… yuuji was venting, asking me about advice on how to get his brother out of a rut. apparently, choso’s been affected by this uh… somewhat breakup as well. yuuji’s suggested to him that he should reach out to you to talk but he said something about his work and your parents...”
“huh. what an interesting coincidence…” nobara mumbled but narrowed her eyes at you. “but you’re not going back to him, right?”
all the blood in your body froze. why had choso brought up your parents? they had never been a part of your relationship, you had only told him how overprotective they were and how they liked choosing your partners and friends for you. could it be?
“no, i don’t think so. i’m… very conflicted about our feelings to each other. it was stupid to give into my feelings for him in the first place. i hired someone to act as my fake boyfriend, someone who does this for a living. i think they know better than to catch feelings for their clients,” you sighed frustrated, shaking your head. there was no way in hell this situation could ever turn back around, even if you now knew that choso had also been affected. and still, he never reached out to me, you thought bitterly.
“i think you should talk it out though, if he does reach out to you,” megumi chimed in, awkwardly patting your shoulder in an attempt to comfort you. “from what yuuji’s told me, it does seem like his feelings are genuine. he didn’t outright push you away, right? who knows what could happen?”
in the end, you couldn’t help but confess to your parents. secrets were bound to be revealed one way or another and you figured it was better you opened up before they found out from someone else. the uncomfortable silence that spread through your apartment created a gloomy atmosphere; the tension was thick and palpable, making you shuffle in your seat in unease. your father hadn’t uttered any word while your mother had completely lost it, not understanding why you hadn’t instead chosen one of the boys she’d always introduced you to.
“all this time you were seeing this boy? and not once did you let us know. i could have asked my friend if they knew someone, their sons are so nice-”
“mum, i already told you i wanted to find someone on my own without having my options being presented to me on a silver plate. and you’re always so disappointed when i end up rejecting them after going through all of the hassle,” you interrupted her, giving her a defiant look. it wasn’t often that you opposed your parents like this but you felt like it was needed - your mother didn’t understand you, nor did she try. you were an adult, for fuck’s sake. you were very much capable of making your own decisions and mistakes to learn from.
“and yet you went to hire an escort! why didn’t you go and meet some of your classmates? i don’t understand why you went such lengths and then even ended up falling in love with them! how would you even pursue a relationship with them?” your mother seethed at you, knuckles blanching from how hard she was gripping her handbag. your father placed a hand on hers, whispering some soothing words in her ear.
“darling, i think y/n knows well that she’s made a mistake and is hurting from it. we don’t need to add to the stress, do we?” he assured her, then looking at you. “y/n, you know that i’m disappointed in you as well. but i don’t blame you for it, i think it’s partly my fault that you felt the need to hire an escort just to… gain some experience. i did take away all your possibilities of a relationship after all…”
“don’t encourage her! this problem won’t just be solved by you spoiling her again, do you know what kind of consequences it could h-”
a loud knock interrupted your mother’s rambling. you were confused - you didn’t expect anyone else for today. it was too late for someone to bring packages. who could it be? you excused yourself, padding towards the door to see who it was. you swore that you briefly suffered from a heart attack when the door swung open to reveal choso. he stared at you equally as stunned, seemingly not having expected you to open and greet him. “w- what are you doing here?” you asked, hating how shaky your voice sounded. how your heart soared, having missed his presence around you. the feelings had never been properly buried, only hidden by a thin layer of pretense that was now quickly being washed away.
“i’m sorry for just turning up unannounced… i was hoping- hoping to be able to talk to you for a bit? i wanted to explain myself,” choso replied, unaware of the two persons in your apartment that were straining their necks to be able to get a look at him.
you groaned. why now? the timing was just too comical, fate must really hate you. “i’m sorry, my parents are here right now. maybe, another t-”
“aha, so this is the boy my daughter has been sleeping with,” your mother appeared behind you, snarling at choso maliciously. panicking, your father had followed her quickly, holding her back by her arm. “you have some nerve appearing here as if nothing happened, what is it that you-”
“darling.” your father cleared his voice, shooting daggers at her. “there’s no need to be rude.”
swiftly, he introduced himself and your mother to choso, politely shaking his hand. choso remained calm, as usual, and introduced himself as well. if he was shocked by the entire ordeal, he sure didn’t show it. his face remained a perfect poker face, no emotions seeping through. “i wanted to talk to your daughter, ma’am. i assume she’s told you about our relationship and how we broke apart. there is no ulterior motive here, i just wanted to explain myself and talk it out.”
your father interrupted your mother again, not giving her another opportunity to spit venom at choso. “i think that is a good idea. though she has not opened up about everything, i can tell that she is hurting as much as you are. i believe a discussion would be very productive. but what is your intention? what are you going to do once you’ve explained yourself?”
suddenly, you felt like you were forgotten or invisible in the entire discussion. were they ignoring you? you were standing right there and yet no one was addressing you. you huffed, trying to pull their focus back on you. “nothing’s gonna happen, dad. there was nothing for us to work with and there won’t be.”
choso felt like he’d been slapped. he didn’t know what to make of your reaction but he came here for one reason only: to give you the closure that you deserved and he wasn’t going to leave until he accomplished just that. “i intend to apologize to her. judging from your wife’s reaction, you don’t seem to like me very much. i can’t imagine you would ever accept me, i know i don’t live up to your standards. i don’t deserve your daughter, she deserves so much more than what i can offer. and i’m aware of it. but if she’s willing to have me, i’ll try my very best to live up to your standards, to prove myself to you. i just want to be with her and make her happy. i’m in love with her and that’s what i intended to tell her.”
your heart stopped at his confession. all this time, choso loved you? megumi had been right all along. choso returned your feelings and he was here, so close and yet so far. dread filled you as you realized your parents could possibly drive him away, make him disappear from your life with just a snap of their fingers. you cherished choso more than you were aware of, the adoration running deep in your veins even when you were trying to reject him.
“i see. that’s reason enough for me. we’ve already let her have a piece of our mind, i don’t think she needs more telling off. my little girl has grown so much and it’s time to let her make her own decisions, growing and mistakes,” your father shot your mother a look. she’d calmed down, choso’s explanation seemingly having brought her back to her senses. she looked away, not wanting to look him in the eyes. “we’ll let you deal with this. but know that if she does take you back, i won’t go easy on you, alright? the bars are high and i don’t intend to lower them just because you love her. prove to me, that you’re worthy of her.”
“i will,” choso sounded so sure and confident that it made your father grin - you sure had found someone who took great care of you and wasn’t afraid to stand tall in front of your father. and that he liked, someone who wasn’t scared to back down from a challenge, someone who would be the perfect partner for you. as your parents said goodbye and left, he gave choso a pat on the shoulder before exiting the apartment, leaving the two of you to your own devices.
you didn’t know what to say, how to start. standing in the hallway was awkward but you couldn’t move just yet, instead wanting to hear what he had to say first. “you love me?” you croaked, your voice failing you. now that your parents were gone, you could freely show your emotions, not being able to hold the tears back any longer. choso panicked, fussing over you as you started to cry. furiously, you wiped the tears away with the sleeves of your sweater.
“i do. i uhm wish i had found a better way to tell you this. i figured that you probably thought that everything we did was simply a facade but i promise you that it was all real. i don’t know when exactly but i started falling for you along the way and it was hard… to remind myself that you were a client and i was just there to provide the service to you, you know? i had no right to get mad at you if you decided to go and see other people. and i wasn’t sure of your feelings for me, it was…” choso trailed off, struggling to find the right word but you knew what he meant and nodded, signaling him to continue. “i just didn’t want to tie you to me when you… when you might not like me back or even want to be with an escort.”
you sniffled quietly, wrapping your arms around him immediately, with such a speed that it almost knocked the air out of his lungs. confused, choso wrapped his arms around you, tucking your head under his chin and rubbing your back soothingly. he was relieved that you didn’t push him away at least and let him explain everything in one go. he felt more at ease now and was at peace with the decision to immediately leave and never butt in your life again in case you rejected him.
“all this time, i also loved you,” you mumbled, an upset frown on your face. “i- i just kept thinking that you’d never return my feelings and that you were just playing boyfriend because i hired you to do so and-”
you hiccuped, another sob tearing from your throat.
“when you told me not to go on that date and immediately followed it with you only being my escort and nothing more, it hurt me so much and i know it was stupid and childish of me to react in such a way but… i was just spiraling, i love you so much and didn’t know where to place the anxieties and negative feelings.”
choso shushed you quietly when your sobs grew more frequent and you let him pick you up, clinging onto him as he walked over to the couch and sat on it with you on his lap. “shh, you’re okay, we’re okay,” he mumbled against the crown of your head, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “i’m sorry i hurt you so much, i was not aware that you already liked me back then and that my words would have such an effect on you.”
over and over, choso apologized quietly until you calmed down, slumping against his chest. you stayed silent, trying to piece your thoughts and feelings back together so as to present him with a coherent and logical question. your mind was in shambles and you hoped that choso would at least get what you were hinting at. “so w- what do we do now? where do we- we go from here?”
“as i’ve already told your dad… if you’ll have me, i’ll make it up to you, all the hurt that i’ve caused you. i love you, so much. i want to be your boyfriend, and this time officially.”
“i like the sound of it,” you mumbled, tilting your head back to look at him. “will you be my boyfriend?”
“it would be an honour, princess.”
with a kiss, choso sealed the deal, easily catapulting you back on cloud nine. who would have thought that the escort you’d hired to be your fake boyfriend would turn out to be the prince charming you had always hoped for, surpassing even your wildest dreams and expectations. choso was everything you wanted and more - he was the person you wanted to wake up to every morning, the person you wanted to come home to. he was the person with whom you wanted to spend your life with, the person that loved you so unconditionally and never expected anything in return. you were lucky that he chose you, that he loved you back. out of all the persons in the universe, it was him.
he was perfect and he was yours.
p.s.: if you've made it until the end: thank you so much for reading!
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