FOR YOUR ARCANE PROMPTS LIST POOKIE:
"hands under your lover's clothes" w/Silco??? perhaps?? perchance??
PLS PLS POOKIE, MY GLORIOUS QUEEN, MY EVERYTHING <3
â๨ŕ§ËâĄË silco x gn!reader, complicated relationship, a little angst, no spoilers for s2, cat & mouse dynamic but who is who? wc: 768
âItâs dangerous playing games with a patient man.â
âAre you? Patient?â
Silcoâs mouth flutters into what could pass for a fleeting smile. Itâs a rare expression on him, an ease that is seldom seen in the years since he left Vanderâs side. Nowadays, he is nothing like the fresh-faced youth so desperate to fix the world you first met.
âMore so than many, Iâd reckon,â he replies placidly, watching you with idle interest. You lean on his oak wood desk, the rough grain of the wood warm beneath your fingers as you skim over his notes and ledgers. His meticulous nature is evident in the way he organised everything about the Shimmer trade. Itâs almost irritating. âYou are here for a reason.â
The gentle accusation falls on deaf ears.
âI was just saying hello,â you drawl, your voice low, swinging your attention his way. Silcoâs scoff is a low, throaty sound, barely audible, but filled with disdain.Â
Youâre not sure when it started, you and him. If it was survival or a desire for a better life that drove you both from the start. You wanted freedom and independence and then he took the Undercity, and, in a way, you too. Since then, youâve existed in his sphere, enjoying his favour. Flaunt it without making it obvious, slipping past the cracks of his rules.Â
He appears so collected on his chair, a king on his throne in truth, but his immaculate clothes are wrinkled, buttons undone, and his Adamâs apple bobs when you touch his tie. You know better than to go near his throat. The last time you did, fingers eager and teeth nipping at the taut flesh there, he jerked back as if shocked. Terror and rage had overcome him, twisting you on his bed, still tangled in each other, before you could turn back your instincts. When his hands closed around your throat in response, you didnât fight him off, and maybe it was that above all else that made Silco snap out of his spell.
No, instead, you slip your hand past the unbuttoned shirt, tracing over his sharp collarbone. Silco rests his cheek lightly on his hand, watching you through a narrowed eyed stare. Daring you, yes, but also curious. The heavy scarring on his face never bothered you. You didnât lack scars of your own, but thisâŚÂ
You slip forward, knee resting on the chair between his parted legs, hand slipping lower, to rest over his thudding heart.Â
âHello.â Your lips shape the word before you breathe them against his lips again. Your free hand cups his face and the hard beat of his heart echoes against your palm.Â
The kiss is gentle, more civilised than either of you are used to, a sweetness that lingers even though itâs not what either of you normally craves, but when he doesnât pull away, a secret thrill shoots up your spine. His deep inhale fills your ears, the heat of his lips imprinting on yours. A deep, rumbling sound vibrates through his chest when you deepen the kiss, your fingers moving in gentle circles over his skin.Â
With a viperâs swiftness, Silco snaps his hand behind your head when you break the kiss, keeping you close. Nose to nose, your breaths mingle. You canât quite tell what lingers in his burning gaze, one icy blue, another molten gold.Â
âAre you hoping to endear yourself to me?â he asks, knowing and throaty. âA foolish play.â
âI wonât say that,â you say, breathless. âAnd if I was⌠well, I think youâre holding up just fine.â
Licking your lips, you pull back, grinning at him. He hasnât moved, his knuckles returning to his cheek. Nonchalant, except for the heavy weight with which he still examines you. Silco wonât indulge you in admitting you do this because youâre the only one he can rely on in this shitty, twisted world of yours. You support his vision, youâve always believed it, even when you were younger.Â
Adjusting your dishevelled clothes, you look over at him once more. Not so crisp and orderly for once. Satisfaction nestles in your gut at the observation that the usually perfectly groomed and dressed manâthis infamous crime lordâis a mess in the dim light of his office. Undone. Caught. Even if predatory hunger reflects in that golden hue.Â
You wag your fingers in a playful wave. âItâs dangerous playing games with patient people, love, havenât you heard?â
writers and artists will go "this isn't good enough." my brother in christ, you're creating something new out of nothing and expressing yourself creatively. your productivity and unrealistic standards of perfection do not define you or the worth of your art. you're doing great.
warnings: gn!reader, no sex but Ijichi is hard and talking dirty in public, dry humping, referencing sex and oral sex, referencing semi-public/car sex
Ijichi is a man of habits and routines. There are just far too many things out of his control in his day to day life, so the things he has a say on are always kept predictable, easy to navigate. So itâs not surprising that once you got to know Ijichi, you found he was just as predictable as he tried to keep those small facets of his life.
He wakes up at the same time every day, goes through the same routine: pee, brush his teeth, wash his face, breakfast, get dressed, and go. His breakfast is the same each day, his clothes are laid out the night before, the hook he keeps his keys on (second from the left) is slightly bent and worn from being the only one used for years now.
Thatâs why itâs such a pleasant surprise when he does stray from his typical patterns, even more so when he strays from those typical behaviours. A little honey in his morning tea, a quick trip to town for lunch rather than what he usually packs himself, or right now - when Ijichi has chosen to whisper sweet things low into your ear right in a crowded elevator.
The music acts as a low drone to drown out his whispers to anyone that doesnât have his lips so close to their face, and the salaryman talking loudly into his phone surely obscures anything else. You knew he was enjoying the proximity, in fact you could feel how much he was enjoying it pressed right against your hip once a new group of people had filtered into the cramped space and left you sandwiching Ijichi between your body and the back corner of the elevator.
You didnât know he would be so bold as to lean in and tell you just how good you smelled, or how soft you felt against him.
âI didnât mean to get⌠like thisâŚâ
You know exactly what âthisâ is, and suspect heâs already leaving a little wet patch where the tip is pressed against his stomach by his waistband.
âBut itâs you soâŚâ
The idea that just being pressed to you is enough to remove all control from Ijichiâs body has your heart racing, barely focused on the floor numbers lighting up as you descend.
âItâs okay, right?â
You nod, he lets out a sigh of relief that tickles at your skin.
âIs it⌠okay if I take care of it in the car with you?â
You press into him a little more, turning your head to lock eyes with him for just a moment, wanting him to see your smile when you nod again. His head dips a little lower for a moment as he smiles, barely holding himself back from rubbing his nose against your shoulder affectionately, as he so often loved to do. Instead, he rocks his hips against you slowly, a small movement that is imperceptible to the people around you.
He brings his lips back to your ear, voice a little more breathy now, âIâd like to slide it inside you, will you hold me while I do it?â
Another nod, and another happy little sigh from Ijichi before heâs continuing on, hips still rutting against you.
âIâd love that so much. Iâll touch you however you like, so you feel just as good. Itâs okay if weâre messy, the seats are easy to clean⌠and if you let me kiss you⌠there maybe I can last a little longer⌠and if I-â He stops as his voice cracks, volume just a little higher as his hands ball into fists and he stills his hips.
You turn to look at him again, seeing the focus on his face, knowing heâd almost talked himself into finishing then and there. You consider grinding against him instead, giving him a little fight to stop from making any noise as he cums in this cramped space, since his voice had done so much to get you worked up, but then the elevator dings and your attention is drawn back forward as you reach the ground floor.
You turn back to Ijichi as the people in front of you exit, smiling, âLet's go take care of that, then.â
please please please please reblog if youâre a writer and have at some point felt like your writing is getting worse. I need to know if Iâm the only one whoâs struggling with these thoughts
you always had a way of catching atsuya off-guard in your relationship. you decide to take things to a whole new level with just your nails, and then atsuya's doing things he never thought he would be doing, in places he never thought he'd be doing them.
tags: nsfw. 18+. fem!reader. afab!reader. established relationship (you've been together a few months). âget your nails painted the colour of his tipâ. canon!verse. atsuya gives me heavy boomer energy ngl. sexting. semi-public sex (kind of, solo masturbation). mentions of edging (reader). shades of dom!reader but feels more like more sexually-open!reader lmao. shades of insecure kuskabe. man has feelings but donât tell him. toge, maki and panda cameo at the start because i love them. no use of y/n or any other placeholders. ever.
wc: 6.9k
a/n: a masterclass in how to stretch a 2k concept into nearly 7k for no reason ft. an overlooked side character, blegh
also tumblr keeps fucking up my formatting with the texts in this so,,, ignore that. i've tried to fix it twice.
mdni.
The âdingâ, though faint, rings out through the quiet walls of the classroom, disturbing the languid, tranquil air.Â
Atsuya purses his lips around his lollipop, eyes slowly opening. Heâs reluctant to move his body from its semi-comfortable positionâfeet propped up on the edge of the worn desk in front of him, hands behind his head. It was a favourite of his during the warmer hours of the afternoon on a slower work day, like today. From his spot, the soft sun filters in through the windows just right, warming his body and making him just the right amount of relaxed.Â
He doesnât have to look at the clock above the dated chalkboard to know what time it was, his body told him that. Just another twenty minutes and then it was home-sweet-home.Â
Swinging his eyes lazily across his cluttered desk, he spots his phone amidst the ungraded papers and documents. The screen is lit up, lighting up the cracks on the glass he is still yet to replace. He can make out the faint outline of a text message, from you no doubt, but once again, heâs reluctant to move to check it just yet.Â
Astuya rolls his tongue around the sweet in his mouth once, then twice. The stick rolls from the left side of his mouth to the right.Â
His eyes flick up to his students across from him, his gaze moving across each one. Pandaâs head rests in his large fist (paw?), his beady black eyes slowly blinking, clearly still trying to stay awake although his teacher was almost napping mere moments ago. Toge was reclined in his chair, feet kicked out across the aisle, fiddling with his phone underneath the desk where he presumed Atsuya couldnât see it (he could, and he could definitely recognise the sound of Candy Crush when he heard it). His eyes finally meet Makiâs where she sits, arms folded, spear resting against her desk like a faithful dog.Â
She holds Atsuyaâs gaze with a strength a sixteen-year-old shouldnât have, something searching in her gaze. After a few moments of uncomfortable eye contact (at least on Atsuyaâs behalf), she raises an eyebrow at him, the thin arch peeking above the rim of her glasses.Â
The âdingâ rings out again.Â
âAre you going to answer that?â she finally says. Panda jolts in his seat, straightening up, looking across the classroom as if expecting someone to come running in. Togeâs eyes do not move from his lap, âdelicious!â echoing through the classroom a second later.Â
âGet back to work,â Atsuya grumbles, shooting Maki a withering look before reaching for his phone anyway, pulling it toward his eyes.Â
pain in my ass sent you a photo.Â
He squints, just about making out the small icon of the photo in the corner of the notification. It looks like your hand.Â
Oh yeah, he thinks to himself, nail day. Even when you were away on a mission, you always seemed to make time for it.Â
Atsuya flicks his gaze across his students again and sees three sets of eyes trained on him despite his earlier order. Seems like he was the most interesting thing in this classroom right now.Â
Ignoring the expectant look of his students, he unlocks his phone with a swipe of his thumb. He pulls up the text thread with you, presses on the photo and low and behold, thereâs your hand, nails adorned with a fresh new colour. A pretty kind of dark pink.
Atsuya exhales a gush of air through his nose, admiring the contour of your hand for a moment. You hadnât sent a message with it, and for a moment heâs tempted just to leave a thumbs up on the picture and call it a day. After all, what the hell did he know about manicures? Your nails looked nice, he guessed, but you always looked nice, even without them.
But then he remembers the lecture you had given him about his âlacklustreâ responses once and he hesitates. Despite having a sister, he still didnât get women. At all. And it showed sometimes. Sometimes. Â
He clears his throat and glances across at his students. âWoman sends you a nail picture, what do you say? Go.âÂ
Maki raises an eyebrow at him again, her expression the definition of the question âreally, idiot?â
Panda perks up a little though, scratching at his chin. âSomething complimentary, maybe? How about⌠âlooks very nice?ââÂ
Atsuya nods, pursing his lips around the lollipop in his mouth for a moment. It sounded good to him, at least.Â
Toge shakes his head, a small, negatory âfish flakesâ falling from his lips. Atsuya frowns at him for putting doubt in his mindâand for the fact that the speech-user didnât give him any sort of clue as to what he should say instead.
âIs this really necessary?â Maki drawls at last, kicking one heel over the other, âSheâs your girlfriend.âÂ
A beat of silence passes in the classroom.Â
âGive me a good response and Iâll let you leave now.âÂ
Maki holds his stare for a moment longer, before pushing back her chair with a loud scrape. She walks over to Atsuyaâs desk and holds out her hand, even that small movement is somehow aggressive.Â
Atsuya hesitates for a second, glancing down at the girl's slightly calloused palm. His eyes flick to the message thread after, scrolling up a little, making sure there wasnât anything⌠obscene, before handing her the phone.Â
He watches as she types something, both thumbs moving faster than Atsuya could ever manage before he hears the little familiar âwooshâ of a message being sent. She hands him back the phone a moment later.Â
She folds her arms across her chest again. âWell?â
Atsuya raises a finger, looking down at the message.Â
Gorgeous as always. I love that colour on you.Â
He keeps his finger raised as he stares down at the message, watching as the small âread 2:37 pmâ pops up underneath his forged text.Â
A little heart pops up a second later, and Atusya clicks his fingers before jabbing his thumb in the direction of the classroom door. His students waste little time in grabbing their things and filing out of the classroom, the door shutting a moment later.Â
Wow, who knew you could be so adorable, Cutiekabe?Â
Atsuya smiles, a touch smugly, to himself. He briefly contemplates how weird it would be if he got his students to write more of his texts to you. They clearly understood something he didnât.Â
what can I say? I try
He slumps back in his seat a little more, pleased with himself. His pride quickly melts away, however, when you reply again.Â
So, who was it? Maki or Toge?Â
Atsuya mutters a small âshitâ around his lollipop, before pulling it from between his lips with a pop. He should have known better. You had always been freakishly⌠aware of things.Â
âŚ
what gave it away?Â
The correct grammar. idiotÂ
Dumping his phone in his lap with a sigh, Atsuya scratches the back of his neck, wondering how he can try and salvage the situation. He knew you werenât mad-mad, but still. It wasnât exactly a good look for himâand he knew he wouldnât hear the end of this for a good long while. A grown man having a sixteen-year-old write his message because he was useless with genuine affection and emotion? Embarrassing.Â
The phone dings again, and he picks it back up, shoving his lollipop back into his mouth.Â
Do you like them though? The colourâs special. Really special.
Raising an eyebrow, he scrolls up back to the hand photo to see what he just missed. Was pink your favourite colour? He couldnât remember. He didnât think so⌠but now he was doubting again. He had already messed up once, and now he was on a fast track to digging himself a deeper grave.Â
i like themÂ
a lot
its a real nice pink
Atsuya cringes at his choice of words and wishes he could unsend the message, but he knows youâve already seen it.Â
You should.
You look at the same shade every day, you know.Â
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ââŚthe fuck did I miss?â he mutters to himself, frowning down at the screen.Â
Itâs the colour of your tip, Kusakabe.Â
He raises an eyebrow at his phone as his thumbs tap out another reply.Â
the tip of my what?Â
It takes Atsuya three heartbeats before he realises what youâre saying.
He almost drops his phone in his haste to scroll back up to the photo, his feet sliding off the desk as he leans forward in his seat. That pinkish shade on the tips of your nails glares back at him, and his eyes grow wider and wider by the second. Only now youâve pointed it out, the shade is really fucking familiar, and itâs all he can see now.Â
His lips part, the lollipop falling from his mouth and onto the floor.Â
The tip of his dick. You got your nails painted the same colour as his fucking dick.Â
ur kiddingreally? why
Thereâs a pause before he sends another stream of messages.Â
is this some trend thing?Â
or a prank?
seems fucking weird
u couldnât have done my eyes or something?Â
anything that wasnât to do with my actual dick???
Itâs as if he can hear the echo of your laughter in the room with him right now, even though he knows youâre a few hundred miles away. In his mind's eye, he can make out the crease of your eyes and cheeks as you take in his borderline shocked and repulsed expression.Â
Atsuya knew you were younger than him, though only a littleâbut sometimes it felt as if you two were worlds apart when it came to things like this. He didnât know how you kept up with it all. Especially if the main trends of today were getting your nails painted dick-colours.Â
What, you donât like it, baby? Itâs like I have you with me wherever I go, now. Or your dick, anyway. Â
He rolls his eyes, your teasing tone heard loud and clear. He briefly contemplates letting the message hang, let you bask in your own foolishness while he heads back to the apartmentâthough he had been spending more time at the school lately. Home felt a little weird without you there, as much as he loathed to think about it.Â
Another ding.Â
Itâs gonna be so much more fun touching myself later.Â
And just like that, Atsuya feels his whole world grind to a halt with just a few words. In a flash of smoke, all thoughts of his dick shade (was it really that pink though?) disappear out of the window, replaced instead with an image that comes as clearly to him as his own reflection.Â
You, sprawled out on some dusted futon in a rundown hotel, naked and flushedâthighs parted, pussy glistening and wet, ready for him; clit swollen underneath those pretty pink fingertips andâ
Atsuyaâs head whips over his shoulder left and right, clutching his phone a little tighter to himself, despite the classroom being blissfully empty. Still, heâs cautiousâas he should be while at work. In a fucking school no less.Â
goddamn womanare u trying to kill me? im still at work
Atsuyaâs hand drifts down, adjusting himself as discreetly as he can manage. Heâs not fully hard, but his cock is definitely sitting a little heavier in his slacks just from the mere thought of your words alone. You always had that affect on him.Â
Well, that, and two weeks (15 days to be exact) without you was starting to drive him insane. His hand could only do so muchâeven with your panties wrapped around them.Â
Atsuya curses, trying (and failing) not to think about that as he feels himself swell a little fuller. Luckily, another ding registers before he can dwell on what heâs more than likely going to do as soon as he gets home.Â
Why? I bet you sent the kids out ages ago.Â
He purses his lips. There was that freaky-woman-sixth-sense you seemed to have. That, or he was just that predictable.Â
still!!!u know what u do to meâŚu really gonna do that tho?
Atsuya pauses, his thumbs stilling a moment, before he continues on.Â
send pics if u doÂ
He hesitates again, his face pulling into some sort of grimace.Â
i really fucking miss you
Cringing a little, he locks his phone before you can reply, shoving it into his pocket and standing from his desk. He couldnât deal with anything else right now, not while he was at work. Not with Satoru hanging around too.Â
The last thing he wanted in the world was for that white-haired fool to see him walking around with a goddamn boner.Â
Packing up his things in an even more harried and rushed way than usual, papers half-spilling out of his briefcase, he throws on his coat before heading out the door. All he had to do was pick up a few things from the store for dinner and then he was home free and he could⌠indulge.
Although the idea of another night fucking up into his fist imagining it was your hand around him wasnât ideal, it would do for now. Maybe you really would send a few pictures to help him along. Hell, at this point heâd use that damn hand picture.Â
Continuing down the hallway, his mind a million miles away, he tells himself he wonât check his phone until he gets back home just in case you do. It was safer that way. You were⌠unpredictable sometimes. Especially when it came to sex. Â
âNot until I get back home,â he mutters under his breath as he strides down the hallway.Â
He tells himself that, anyway.Â
What Atsuya Kusakabe tells himself and what he actually does are sometimes two separate things.Â
Standing in a small supermarket an hour later, looking at the different packages of instant ramen (God, youâd moan at him if you knew he was eating ready meals instead of something sustainable, but what you didnât know wouldnât hurt you), he feels his phone vibrate in his pocket.Â
His eyes move from the rows of brightly-coloured plastic packaging down to the square lump in his slacks. He chews on his bottom lip indecisively for a moment, telling himself it was probably just you goading him for actually admitting he liked having you closeâand not the pictures he had already spent an entire train journey fantasising about.Â
Atsuya swallows, ignoring the vibration as he pulls a random ramen packet from the shelf and dumps it in the basket on his arm.Â
Heâs standing in the beer and wine aisle when his phone vibrates again, reminding him about the notification. His eye twitches, but once again, he ignores itâdumping a four-pack of cheap beer into his basket alongside his cheap meal.Â
Again, his phone vibrates in the fresh-food aisle (he doesnât pick anything up, just passing through on the way to the candy), and again, he ignores it.Â
Three more times it chimes, in quick succession, as he picks up a lollipop. His fingers twitch around the stick as he stares at the packagingâstrawberry and sakura-flavoured!Â
Flushed pink colour, stick included.Â
Atsuya swallows, throwing the lollipop back on the pile quickly and instead grabs a watermelon-flavoured one. Bright green.Â
His phone vibrates once more on his way to the checkout, and Atsuyaâs resolve breaks like a taut wire. Impatience finally wins out.Â
As he digs his hand into his pocket, fishing out his phone, he tells himself itâs because he cares. After all, you rarely texted him this much. What if you had run into trouble? Maybe you were asking for help? Burying the voice that tells him that if that were the case, then youâd at least call himâhe swipes open his phoneâÂ
âand then he nearly drops the damn thing on the floor.Â
Phone opening straight back up on the message thread, heâs greeted by several photos of youâfully naked, spread out across sheets, just like in his earlier fantasy⌠but fucking better because this was real. Right in front of him. So close, yet so far.Â
Atsuya slams the screen against his chest so fucking quickly it makes a loud thump, and an older woman further down the aisle sends him a strange look. He offers a strained smile in return as he turns his back to her, his heartbeat thumping against his ribs.Â
Close the damn thread, Kusakabe, he tells himself, wait until you get back home.Â
What he tells himself and what he does, howeverâŚÂ
Atsuya walks quickly, quicker than he ever did at work, until he disappears down an emptier aisle, heat prickling at the back of his neck. His footsteps draw to a stop right next to some laundry detergent, and with a quick look left and right, he peels his phone from his chest like a bloodied bandage, slowly, as if scared of the damage underneath.Â
He takes another peek at the images, and sure enough, there you still are. It might not have been some rundown motel or futon (thank fuck), but the white sheets underneath make the familiar flush of your skin practically glow. The first few images are of your face and chest, smiling up at the camera above you all sweet and saccharine like you have no idea what the fuck that look does to him. His eyes trail over your face, your lashes and the curve of your lips, before slowly dragging downward, down your neck and across your collarbone, until his eyes lock onto your breasts.Â
Youâve got one hand squeezing one of the mounds, freshly done fingernails digging into the plump flesh just enough to leave indents. The pink of your nails shines in the low light, and his mind snaps to the thought of his cock between your tits, sliding between the valley slick with spit and pre-cum as you looked up at him from underneath your lashes. It was something he hadnât done yet but fuck if he hadnât thought about it. Dreamt about it sometimes too.
ââŚoh fuck,â Atsuya mutters under his breath, glancing around him once more to make sure he was still alone. He was, but this was dangerousâhe knew it. He became distinctly aware of the potential of cameras around, scoping out for thieves and delinquents. All it would take was one dedicated employee who was paying attention to see a grown man lusting at pictures of a naked woman on his phone in the middle of a fucking store.Â
Was it⌠wrong that Atsuya kind of liked that idea? Not the thought of anyone else seeing you like this, fuck no, but⌠the thought of someone seeing that this was the person he got to go home to every day. The woman he called his own. The woman he got to see like this in the flesh. The woman he got to touch, feel, fuck. Heâs always been proud to show you off in his own way, but this was a whole new level.Â
Atsuyaâs really glad he adjusted himself earlier, but fuck if the growing thickness in his slacks wasnât uncomfortable. And embarrassing.Â
Glancing down at the photos again, he releases a shuddering breath. The POV of the pictures taken above makes Atsuya feel like heâs there, right above you, hips between your thighs like he fucking should beânot about to pay up on some groceries and go home alone to an empty apartment that still smelled like you.Â
Another picture comes through, this time of between your thighs, and Atsuya has to suck in his bottom lip to stop from groaning aloud.Â
Those pretty folds of yours, already glistening with arousal; underwear hanging off the soft thigh of one leg⌠the sight is fucking sinful. Your middle finger is already buried deep inside you all the way to the knuckle, the rest of your fingers splayed out around.Â
That fucking shade of pink is staring at him once again, reminding him of your choice, your reasoning, and Atsuya finally gets the prank, the trend, whatever it is. He fucking gets it now.Â
As his grip on his phone tightens, threatening to bend the already damaged plastic underneath his fingers, another message comes through.Â
I miss you too, âkabe. See how much? Two fingers deep and all I can think about is your cock instead.Â
Atsuyaâs mind spins, clouded with lust and thoughts of you and you only. He feels like he might sway on his feet as the full force of his need and longing seems to hit him square in the chest, sending him dizzy.Â
Oh, how he missed you. He missed you so fucking much.Â
He leans up against the shelves, some of the boxes of powdered detergent rustling underneath him, but he pays it little attention. His eyes are locked on those photos, and the reminder that you missed him just as fucking much as he missed you.Â
Are you hard for me too?Â
Atsuyaâs quick to adjust the basket hanging off of his arm as he brings both hands up to his phone.Â
u have no fucking ideaur so goddamn sexy you know that??iâm hard as a goddamn rock right now
Show me.Â
Atsuyaâs eyebrows shoot up his forehead in surprise. He glances over his shoulders once more and sees a young couple walk past the aisle and onto the next one, giggling about something.Â
i cantiâm in a storenot in the mood for getting arrested for public indecency
Oh? Opening my nudes out in public? Dirty old man.Â
Atsuya canât bring himself to disagree with you, although the use of âoldâ does sting a little.Â
Do they have toilets? Go there. I want to see you.Â
Oh, now you were playing with fire. Opening your messages in public full-well expecting what was in them was reckless enough, but if this was heading where Atsuya thought it wasâand it probably was if his resolve was all that was holding him backâthen this was downright idiotic. Dumb. Stupid. Gojo-coded.Â
And yet the sound of his shoes against the tiles rings out across the store anyway as he marches toward the public bathrooms, the half-filled basket abandoned on the floor. Â
He swings open the door of the male bathrooms a touch more forcefully than necessary, quickly scoping out the space. Itâs clean, thankfully, although the scent of bleach and other cleaning chemicals hangs heavy in the air. Hardly the sexiest place, but itâs emptyâthough thatâs always in danger of changing.Â
Striding past the sinks and urinals, he heads toward one of the stalls, pushing open the door and stepping inside before shutting it once moreâand locking it too. He rests his back against the door with a sigh as he swipes open the camera app on his phone.Â
The fluorescent lighting isnât the best, but itâs all he has to work with as he takes a slightly shaky picture of the swell in his dark trousers. His cock sits thick and proud against his zipper, the outline of it abundantly clear.Â
He sends it to you without a message and without a second thought, staring down at the screen intently as he sees those familiar three dots immediately pop up.Â
Fuck, you really are hard. Just for me?Â
Atsuya scoffs out loud, though the sound is weaker than usual.Â
who else???u think Iâd send pics like this to anyone else? in a public bathroom??u drive me goddamn crazy
So cute.Take it out. I want to see it properly.Â
Atsuya freezes for a moment. Although getting your dick out in a public bathroom wasnât exactly new, this was⌠different. For him, anyway. Sexting, sending nudes, let alone in a public place⌠he wasnât exactly well-versed in this type of thing. It had always seemed a little young for him. None of his previous partners had done anything like this.Â
But he had no idea whether this was a regular thing with your past partners thoughâŚÂ
âŚand the thought of that alone has his one hand fiddling with this button on his slacks, trying to tug it free of the hole. He just about manages, though his zipper requires a little more finesse, but eventually, that gives too.
He heaves a small sigh of relief as the constriction on his aching cock finally lessens, and inching his trousers and boxers down just enough, he lets it spring free. He shivers slightly as the cool, stagnant air of the bathroom hits his overheated skin, the flushed head (pink, pink, pink) shining up at him.Â
With a slightly shaking hand, he wraps his free hand around the base of his cock, twitching at the minute stimulation. He snaps another picture and sends it once more.
see what you do to me? god I wish u were herethe things Iâd do to you right noweven in this fucking bathroom
Your reply is almost instantaneous.Â
Touch yourself and tell me.Â
His eyebrows shoot up his forehead. He wonders if that would be too far for him right now considering his environment. He wonders how the hell heâs even meant to type one-handed. He can barely do it with two.Â
A second later, youâre answering his questions for him as he sees his phone light up in his hand, displaying your caller ID. A picture of you and him on one of your first dates stares back at him, the pair of you smiling together in a dimly lit booth, his arm around your waist, your head on his shoulder. You look so happy to be there. Atsuya still looks faintly surprised you turned up.Â
Itâs one of Atsuyaâs favourite photos. His students had teased him for it when he had set it as his lock screen, so he had changed it back to default and set it as your caller ID instead. Itâs how they had found out you and him were even a thing. He still remembers feeling smug at his studentâs surprised faces⌠before the questions had started. You and her?! Is she okay in the head orâŚ?Â
Atsuya stares down at the vibrating phone in his hand, looking at your soft smile staring back at him. Itâs a romantic picture. Doesnât quite fit the vibe of what heâs about to partake in at all.Â
He answers the call, holding it up to his ear. Heâs immediately greeted by your breathy purr, dispelling all doubts or hesitancy like wind on sand.Â
âHey, baby,â he hears you say down the line. âYou have no idea how fucking wet I am for you right now.âÂ
Atsuya groans, his head hitting the cool door behind him with a dull thunk.Â
âFuck, donât say it like that,â he groans, before wedging his bottom lip between his teeth.
âWhy not? Itâs the truth.âÂ
Atsuya doesnât doubt your words, because he can fucking hear it. Behind muted moans and breathy sighs, he can hear the sound of your fingers plunging in and out of your heat, the wet squelch so audible itâs lewd. His cock twitches at the sound, and he scrunches his eyes closed.
In his mind's eye, he can almost see himself with you, between your legs, thrusting into you like his life depended on it. Though your fingers are slower than what heâd do if he was there right now, he lines his imagination up with the audio queue youâve given, and another guttural groan seeps past his bitten lip.Â
âCome on, baby, talk to me,â he distantly hears you purr into the receiver. âAre you stroking your cock for me? Just like I would?âÂ
Atsuya spits a curse as his free hand curls around his shaft on instinct, giving the base a small squeeze before he drags his hand up to the flushed tip. He repeats the motion a few times, practically milking himself, trying to mimic those irritating fucking teasing motions you always worked him up with.Â
Not as if he needs much working up though, not now.Â
âYeah,â he exhales shakily. âFuck, âs pretty fucking s-sensitive right now.âÂ
He hears a breathy chuckle in response to his words. âAw, too worked up?âÂ
âPent-up, more like,â he replies, fighting back another groan as he feels himself leak. He quickly collects it with his fingers, smearing it down his shaft and lubricating the way.Â
âBeen saving yourself for me, âsuya?âÂ
Atsuya huffs a breath thatâs almost like a chuckle. âN-Nah, not really, nghââ His hips buck up into his palm as he grazes over the sensitive tip. âJust âs not the same without you.âÂ
You coo down the line in response but the sound abruptly cuts off, replaced by a breathy moan instead. Fuck, those were amongst his favourite sounds of yoursâalmost as much as when youâd moan hisâÂ
âFuck, Atsuya,â you moan, and his cock practically jumps in his fist. He hears the sound of your fingers working faster, and his eyes roll back underneath his closed lids.Â
He widens his stance and leans back further against the door, his hips jutting outward as he quickens his pace to match yours. He can feel his loosened slacks dropping lower on his thighs with every buck of his hips, his untucked shirt ghosting across his lower abdomen. His mind is trying to scream at him that this isnât the place to be letting go like this, but itâs been so long without you, without hearing you, without touching you that he feels like God himself could break down the bathroom door and he wouldnât care. Not while you were moaning his name like that.Â
âGod I miss you so fucking much,â Atsuya groans, his voice thick and choked. He works his fist a little faster over his cock, focusing on the tip mostlyâjust like you would when you really wanted him to make some noise. âAre you close? God, tell me youâre fucking close.âÂ
The urge to say âpleaseâ is on the tip of his tongue but he just about resists for nowâbut his pride was quickly melting down into pure, unadulterated desperation as he felt his balls draw tighter and his stomach clench harder. He thinks this might be the quickest heâs ever cum.Â
âMm, Iâm so close,â you reply in a semi-strained whisper. âIâve been close for days.âÂ
Atsuyaâs hand stutters on his cock, his eyes slowly blinking open. ââŚdays?âÂ
Thereâs a pause before you answer, and he can already picture the way your brow arches pointedly. âYou should know me better by now, âsuya,â you chuckle. âI donât mind edging myself now and then, especially when Iâm away from you. Itâll just make it all the more better when I finally do see you.âÂ
Atsuyaâs breathing is still ragged as he stares at the far wall of the toilet stall, his brows pinched in slight confusion. He realises that those wet noises on the other end have stopped too.
âYou havenât⌠cum since you left?âÂ
âOf course not,â you chuckle. âYou think I want to cum around anything other than your cock?âÂ
Goddamn, does Atsuyaâs cock throb something fierce at that. His breath hitches in his throat, his eyes widening at the wall. He immediately stops moving his hand, pinching his fingers around the base instead in the hopes of stopping the climax that just snuck up on him like a tornado in the dark.Â
Your words, fucking hot as they were, put Atsuya in a little predicament though. Whilst he liked (actually loved) the idea that you were waiting just for him⌠did you⌠expect the same of him? Was this just all a little fun? Because he was hard as a rock right now, throbbing in his own palm, and all he could think about was how close he was and how this climax was probably going to knock the breath from him. Not the little ports-in-the-storms heâd been having since you had left fifteen days ago.
âDid you stop?âÂ
Atsuya blinks, feeling strangely awkward like some teenage boy on his first date all over againâexactly how he had felt on his first date with you, seeing you all dressed up for the first time, just for him.Â
He becomes distinctly aware of how loud his breathing is, how it carries against the cold tiles around him. âYeah⌠I mean, did you wantâŚâÂ
âDonât stop,â you say, saving him the agony of asking. âJust because I like edging myself doesnât mean I expect the same of you.â He hears the rustling of sheets on the other side as you change positions. âKeep going, baby, let me hear how much you want meâand Iâll return the favour and then some when I get back.âÂ
Words fail him for a moment, because all he can think about is how much he wants to kiss you right now, to cover your body, head to toe, in kisses that he hopes portray his gratitude for you better than his words ever could. For once, he wants to leave his cock neglected and bury his face in your cunt until youâre screaming out, clawing at his scalp as he shows you just how much he fucking loves y-
Slowly, his hand starts moving again; slow, languid pumps from base to tip. His eyelids flutter, a half-choked moan pushing out from the bottom of the chest.
âI donât deserve you,â he mumbles, his words thick and laced with something not even he knows. âYouâre so fucking sexy, everything I want.âÂ
âMm, youâre always so sweet when you get worked up,â you purr into the phone, the words so breathy that Atsuya swears he can feel the heat against his ear. âKeep going. What would you do if I were there, right in front of you? Would I be on my knees?âÂ
Atsuyaâs eyes roll as his lids shut, his chin jutting up toward the ceiling as he picks up the pace on his cock. He can picture it so fucking clearly that the stagnant air of the bathroom fades away. The image of you on your knees, looking up at him from underneath those lashes of yours⌠youâd swipe your tongue over your bottom lip just to tease him, and itâd work every damn time.Â
He nods his head in eager, stuttered movements, as if you could actually see him. âOn your knees, on your backângh!âI donât fucking care,â he groans.Â
Through his haze of lust, he knows what youâre trying to do, what you always tried to get him to do. Dirty-talk. It wasnât his forte, you usually took the lead with that (he much preferred actually fucking you rather than talking about it⌠that and his imagination wasnât exactly the best), but you seemed to lap up whatever pathetic attempt he usually tried to give you.Â
Swallowing thickly, he clears his throat once. âY-youâd be naked, just for me,â he mutters, his eyes fluttering open again as he gains a little confidence. âYouâd use your mouth just how I like, y-yeah?â His grip around his shaft tightens, his pace quickening a touch more. His breathing grows ragged, harsh puffs slipping past his bitten lips. âF-fuck, you always look so goddamn sexy when you look up at me with my cock in your mouth.âÂ
A resonant hum greets him in response. âOh, yeah? What else do you like?â Â
âThe way your tits bounce as I fuck you, s-shit.â Something scarily close to a whimper coils at the back of Atsuyaâs throat as he feels himself nearing that precipice again. His thighs tense up and tremble, most of his weight supported by the stall door behind him now. âW-When you, mmf, dig your nails into my b-back like youâre trying to fucking kill meâoh fuckââÂ
Atsuyaâs hand is working almost fervently now, the slick sounds mingling with his harsh breaths and low voice. Heâs loud, far too fucking loud for a public bathroom, but heâs so close, so worked up that it barely becomes a concern anymore. If he focuses, he can smell your perfume instead of cleaning chemicals, feel the heat of your body against his instead of the cool door against his backâfeel the heat of your pussy hugging his cock so tightly itâs like youâre begging him to fill you up with every strokeâÂ
âIâm close,â he rushes out, his tone almost panicked as he feels the intense prickles working up the base of his spine. His skin feels like itâs burning, the hairs on the back of his neck standing to attention like thereâs a storm coming. He knows this climax is going to be intenseâintense in a way that only you can ever work from him, even if you werenât actually here.Â
âWaiting for my permission?â you giggle, and Atsuya wants to snap at you but he canât, not right now because⌠well, he is. He just wants to hear you say it, that you want it. That you want him.Â
âF-fuck, donât joke right now I c-canât hold iââÂ
âCum for me, Atsuya.âÂ
And just like that, Atsuya lurches over the edge so fierce it sucks all the air from his lungs.Â
A sharp gasp catches in his throat as his cock pulses in his hand, ropes of his essence shooting from the tip so suddenly it makes his back arch. A loud, guttural groan bursts from his lips, his hips stuttering, expression pinched into something almost pained as he cums harder than he can ever remember before. Thick, pearlescent ribbons land across his fingers, shirt and tie, some even hitting his collar too. Pitchy curses leave his lips in a symphony, his vision swimming.Â
Distantly, over the pounding in his skull and the blood rushing in his ears, he can hear you coo praises down the line as he continues draining himself of every drop he has, stiff grunts accompanying each stroke. His hand only stops when the sensation becomes far too much to bear, and he lets his hand fall from his cock back to his side with a ragged sigh.
His body slumps against the stall door, his eyes hooded as he tries to catch his breath. He canât even bring himself to look down at the state heâs in, not right nowânot while his head was swimming with endorphins and he finally felt sated for once.Â
Fuck that warm, sunny spot at his desk. That had nothing on this.Â
âFuck, I wish I was there to see that,â you finally say after a moment of silence. âFeel good?âÂ
ââŚyou have no idea, babe,â he murmurs, a small, lazy smile tugging at the side of his lips. âGod I needed that.âÂ
You chuckle again. âSounds like it, babe. Iâm surprised the whole store didnât come running to see what that groan was.âÂ
Atsuya canât help but chuckle in response, though his smile is a touch embarrassed. He makes a mental note that he should probably avoid this store in future. It was going to be awkward enough leaving.Â
And he still had to get something for dinner. Heâd probably order takeout.Â
Fuck it, it was worth it.Â
Going to raise a hand to his clammy brow, he swiftly pauses, the sight of his soaked fingers making him curse. His eyes finally flick from his hand to his stained shirt after, the mess causing him to grimace, almost repulsed. âFuck, itâs everywhere,â he grumbles, wedging his phone in the crook between his ear and shoulder as goes to grab some tissues.Â
This, of course, makes you practically howl with laughter into the receiverâbut Atsuya canât bring himself to be pissy. Not when he hears you like this, not after you just talked him through an orgasm so explosive his legs are still trembling.Â
Not while you were⌠well, you.Â
As Atsuya does his best to wipe himself down and pull his trousers back up, your laughter eventually dies down. âNow I really wish I had been there to see that⌠just a pity it wasnât inside me.âÂ
Atsuya pauses as he curses under his breath, his oversensitive cock twitching in his repsonse. âYou and your goddamn mouth,â he mutters, dumping the soiled tissues in the toilet and flushing. âYouâre the whole reason Iâm in this toilet, you know.â
âHey, you chose to open those photos in public, perv.â
He doesnât argue with that. Though he would never admit it aloud, lest he give you the pleasure, he was weak for you. More than even he was aware ofâand time away from you was only proving that.
âWhen are you coming back?âÂ
âTomorrow morning,â you reply easily, making Atsuya wonder just how the hell you were so relaxed after supposedly edging yourself for days. âThe cursed spirit was dead before twelve today. Got my nails done afterwards as a little treat.âÂ
Atsuya shakes his head with a snort as he steps out of the stall finally, making his way over to the sink as he continues to try and fix the damage he caused. He places his phone gently on the counter. âYouâre strange, you know that?âÂ
You hum in agreement, and he can already envision the way your lips pull to the side in that little smile he loves so much. âYou love it.âÂ
Atsuya washes his hand in the sink, glancing up to catch his reflection in the mirror. His face is still a little flushed, his clothes still dishevelledâheâll definitely have to throw out his tie probablyâbut he realises he looksâŚÂ
âŚhappy.Â
âYeah,â Atsuya mumbles, shaking his hands in the sink. âYeah, I do.âÂ
Far worse, in my opinion, than the famous âhe wouldnât fucking say thatâ is âhe WOULD fucking say that, as part of his facade, but you seem to think he would mean it genuinelyâ