18+ Satoru sometimes forgets the difference between a fidget toy and your clit ✧.*
Satoru is the type of guy to absentmindedly play with your pussy whenever he’s bored.
You’re lying on the couch, spooning with him and watching a movie? Expect him to dip his fingers into your pants and rub your clit for the entirety of it. He doesn’t even do it out of lust or perversion, it’s almost like a habit to him now. The tips of his fingers brush over your nub, rubbing it ever so softly, occasionally pinching it slightly. It’s not like he doesn’t know what he’s doing, but he’s so casual with it, it almost seems like he isn’t even doing anything nasty at all.
And poor you, struggling to focus on the movie that did seem kind of promising, because he just had to start toying with you again, soaking your panties and shorts—and you’re sure the couch’s got a damp spot as well.
You’re writhing subtly, his fingers never really pressing down harshly, just tracing soft patterns on your clit like he’s stirring the spoon in his coffee. Neither of you say anything, nor do you try to stop him. It felt so good, you just wish he’d do it when you’re not trying to watch a movie.
He doesn’t even acknowledge the fact that you came, simply continuing to circle your clit like some sort of fidget toy. Your legs start to tremble at around the halfway mark, even if he was only lightly touching your poor, puffy clit, it was still enough to be so incredibly overstimulating after your third orgasm.
When the credits roll you don’t even know what the plot of the movie you were watching was. “What a good ending. Did you like the movie, baby?”, he’ll ask, painfully unaware of the fact that no, you can’t like it—you couldn’t even pay attention to the movie. Only when he pulls his hand out of your shorts and notices it’s sticky with your arousal will he realize his question was kind of silly, and you’ll get an apologetic grin.
WARNINGS: NSFW — smut; p in v sex, creampie, subby gojo (whimpering gojo again wohoo), pussywhipped!gojo, implied first time, praise, pillow under hips trick, slight overstim, shy nerd satoru, dirty talk, a little humor, slight playful r!jealousy.
A/N: like i did with frat!jo, this is my take on nerd!jo. might not be much different lmaoo. | artist: @/3vangel1ne_
the room was dim, just the soft blue glow from satoru’s monitor still on, in the corner because he’d forgotten to turn it off.
his glasses were slightly crooked, white hair a complete mess from your fingers earlier. you were already — obviously — naked under him, legs hooked loosely around his hips, still trying to catch your breath from the way he’d eaten you out like it was a final exam he refused to fail.
he’d been so nervous at first. fumbling with the condom wrapper, mumbling apologies when the lube bottle slipped from his long fingers and rolled under the bed. you’d laughed, kissed him stupid, told him to relax and to simply enjoy.
now?
now he was buried inside you, rolling his hips slowly in a way that made your toes curl against his lower back. every drag of his cock felt devastatingly good, like he’d mapped every sensitive inch of you.
“fuck—satoru-,” you gasped when he changed the angle just slightly, nudging that spongy spot that made you babble incoherent things.
he let out a shaky laugh against your throat. “y-yeah? there?”
you could only nod, nails digging into the backs of his shoulders.
then he did it.
without warning he reached over, grabbed the spare pillow beside your head, and— all while still fucking into you with that same maddening rhythm —slid it under your hips.
that new tilt changed everything.
your back arched involuntarily as the head of his cock pressed harder, deeper, right against that swollen, needy place inside. your next moan came out broken, voice breathy with pleasure.
“oh my god!—”
he moaned low in response, hips stuttering for half a second like your reaction had punched the air out of him.
“b-better?” he whispered, voice wrecked, pupils blown so wide you could barely see the baby blue in his eyes shielded by his crooked glasses.
you stared up at him, dazed, thighs trembling. “how—how the fuck do you even know that?”
satoru froze mid-thrust, and you felt his cock twitch hard inside you. it made you whimper a little.
“eh?” he asked, cheeks flushed red.
your walls tightened around him on purpose, watched his lashes flutter. “the pillow thing. with who, ‘toru? who did you do this with first? did you lie to me?-“
his face went scarlet from his neck to the tips of his ears even more. poor boy who swore you were his first hook up now was deemed a traitor.
“i—i didn’t—” he tried to hide against your shoulder but you grabbed his jaw, forced him to look at you.
“tell me.” you mumbled, pouting a little, moving your hips slightly.
he swallowed hard, cock pulsing so violently you felt it in your stomach, as he slowly began to rock his hips again, not fully on the rhythm of before.
“i… watched. a-a lot.” he stammered. then, he dropped his head on your shoulder as he began to lose his composture. “like. hours. a-and read- forums— damnit, re-reddit threads! reddit! descriptive ones! y-yeah, i-“
you giggled, arms around him again.
“you studied how to fuck me?”
he sounded like he wanted the floor to swallow him whole.
“i didn’t want to be bad,” he mumbled. “n-not for you. i- i just— made notes… oh, fuck” he cursed softly when you pressed him tighter against you.
“you're so cute" you smiled against his lips, rolling your hips up to meet his next thrust. “i bet you got hard even thinking about this"
“i- y-yeah, i did" he nodded, blue eyes glassy with pleasure, "a-and ‘m not sorry,” he panted, starting to move again faster , like your teasing had flipped a switch. “i jus' wanted to be good for you- oh my god”
"are you close, 'toru?" you whispered, nails softly raking down his back as he kept thrusting into you.
"yeah-" he nodded eagerly, breathing hard, "you're- just, ah, squeezin' me so good, shit, m'sorry, m'sorry-"
He loses rhythm for a second, hips jerking erratically before he finds it again—faster, deeper, pillow keeping you perfectly elevated so he can bully that spot over and over, making you moan alongside the creaks of the bed and the bedframe against the wall.
"sa-satoru!" you cried his name, back bowing, nails leaving red lines down his back as you clenched so tight he choked on a curse, feeling the first spasms of your orgasm.
“fuck—fuck, that’s it, that’s it—” he fucked you through it, pace turning sloppy, desperate. “i'm gonna come, baby, p-please-"
“yes—yes, inside, 'toru, please—”
his rhythm fractured; hips stuttering, thighs shaking, glasses sliding further down his sweaty nose. he looked and was wrecked. his hips kept jerking forward in tiny, helpless little thrusts like he couldn’t stop even if he wanted to, filling you up while he gasped your name over and over like a prayer.
“shit—shit, ‘m sorry—‘m still—still coming—”
you threaded your fingers through his white hair, tugging gently until he lifted his face. his glasses were completely fogged now. you kissed him slow and sweet, tasting salt and desperation on his tongue.
he whimpered into your mouth when you deliberately fluttered your walls around his oversensitive length.
“f-fuck—wait—wait, baby, ‘s too much—” he whined, but didn’t pull out. if anything, he sank a little deeper, like he couldn’t bear to leave.
you smiled against his lips. “you studied… just for me?”
he buried his burning face in your neck again, voice muffled and small. “i…made a whole google doc,” he admitted miserably. "cleared my browser history twice."
Instead of taking a human lover, You had other tastes in men.
You're so busy trying to really your kingdom you sometimes forget how loved you are! Your lovers are happy to remind you.
Satan
Satan is your military Commander, a force to be reckoned with in battle. But you're the only one who can tame him, (or make him worse). Using your body or letting you use his body as a stress relief, He's more than happy to fuck the stress right out of you.
Even though he is a demon, you can't help but worry for him when he goes out to fight Your battles for your kingdom. He writes to you often and brings gifts from war. He tells you not to worry about him since you always do, even when he cannot see you. And when he gets home, he will make it up to you ;)
Satan frequence the training grounds where he can practice all sorts of weapons as well as the barracks where he spars and chats among his soldier and Conrad's at arms. If you ask he is more than happy to train you in combat. There is nothing cuter than you're serious face as your hand grips a sword tightly in your hand.
If you manage to beat him in combat, his eyes will stare blankly at the sky, lying on the ground. He's never been so turned on in his life. He'll take you right then and there caring little for how many soldiers in his army see. To his knowledge the soldiers are smitten with you as whis will be a great reminder that you are his.
Mammon
He was yours from the start. The arrogant demon is so confident to win and buy your attention. As the richest, wealthiest man in the world, He knows his assets, and he's proud of them. Your kindness and humbleness not only confuses him but makes him fall harder. Your personality is just as beautiful as your face and body and you are made to be spoiled.
He worships the ground you walk on and peppers every inch of your body with his lips. Despite having a kingdom You still hold so little to your name. Mammon has known Kings and queens that have the rarest riches in the realm. But you give everything you have and to your kingdom and that kind of generosity attracts him like a moth to a flame.
Mammon is not only the devil of greed but also a successful businessman and merchant. Traveling across the realm to collect more riches and do business with other kingdoms. He showers you with gifts about 10 times a week. Or at least tries most the time you politely decline his generous gifts and it takes him a lot of effort to make you accept what you deserve.
At least you accept his pleasure in bed, when he greedily tastes you with his tongue like a starving man. Fucking your body like he owns it. You already own his.
Leviathan
Your fiance in an arranged marriage. She tells you over and over again that This marriage is only to join your kingdoms in an alliance and you agreed since he offered Not only your independence from his kingdom and yours but also his unwavering support.
Leviathan is starting to regret not joining your kingdoms as you gain more concubines and more rivals to your love He wished he could have just became emperor.
Unbeknownst to you, he's loved you for a while now, But having never experienced this emotion And the fact that you are still technically a rival kingdom, His feelings for you are complicated. Leviathan's followers and devoted subjects constantly stir the pot just so they can have their beloved emperor to get more excuses to be with you more.
Another way to air out the weight in his heart is to write love letters from a "secret admirer"
Beelzebub
The wandering eldest prince to the throne of his kingdom ran away since he hated work leaving his best friend Bael his "brother" to run the kingdom for him. When he traveled to your kingdom he fell in love with not only the great food but the beautiful scenery and the nice people. Finally contacting his "brother"He struck up a deal. To become your concubine in exchange, you would help protect his kingdom.
The Sly Prince wanted this to be a business only transaction but of course he had to fall in love with you over time. When he isn't traveling to other kingdoms, He is by your side.
He travels to other lands, writing letters to you and sending you gifts And when he comes back, he talks greatly about his travels and wants you to come along on his next trip.
Beelzebub is is a bad influence on you. To him all you do is work, work, work, and he tries to coax you into spending the day with him. If you've never been out the palace before he will have a good time trying to dress you up in disguise so the two of you could frolic out of the palace walls.
Lucifer
Was once the eldest son of a powerful empire now kicked out for his arrogance and pridefulness, he is a powerful paladin night with a talented gifts of healing. He treats the sick and wounded. Now he is building his own paradise Kingdom filled with all kinds of people from all different walks of life.
He met you one one day you felt ill from a deadly disease. The people in your court begged Lucifer to help and they do anything... He didn't understand his feelings then when his heart felt lighter, and he felt as though he couldn't breathe. When his eyes gazed upon you're sleeping form he was transfixed. Something about you pulled him toward you. Something about you He must have.
For healing you He asked for your hand. He does not need your power or your people. Since he could grow that himself. It is you he wants and you he shall get.
Even though he is technically your concubine Lucifer and you see each other on equal footing. Lucifer wants you to choose him, But he is still busy growing his kingdom. So the two of you are right often. When he does visit, he acts as though he's your knight in shining armor. Kissing your hand and standing by your side as if to protect you.
Belphegor(+Beleth)
He thought becoming your concubine would be a hassle. He was only doing this for the good of his own kingdom. But that opinion quickly changed when he actually got his first taste of you. Now he's obsessed So obsessed that His "advisor"Now wants you.
If it wasn't for the fact that you're so far away and he needs to still keep an eye on his subjects and kingdom he would not hesitate to live in the cozy chamber you prepared for him when he does stay.
You're such a diligent and hard worker so passionate to better your kingdom All he wants to do is support you, (by sleeping in bed supporting you in spirit)
But you can't help but notice Beleth His advisor had been eyeing you more recently. Maybe he wants you just as bad. His advisor looks more like his knight he probably is to
Asmodeus
You're not sure how you scored an audience with The king from one of the most feared kingdoms on the map. A kingdom known for its lack of laws. With impenetrable rock walls and a thick iron gate being heavily heavily guarded. The Kingdom feels more like a prison than a home. Perhaps that's why most people end up going if they have nowhere to go.
Asmodeus had everything handed to him and he wonders why you're different. He wonders why you hesitate to fall to your knees... He's puzzled by the fact that he actually has competition to compete with.
You're not sure why he's fond of you so. He brings you mountain of gifts some you don't even want to open and many many steamy love letters. It has been a painfully long time since he wanted someone so bad before.
He's fine with being your concubine for now as long as he has in your bed he is But even then that will soon to be proved not enough as he continues to crave for more and more of you.
I need to say it. Choso would go FERAL if you were on your period
He doesn't know how he's supposed to control himself.
You're here, wet and bleeding, and clearly in need of his touch, and he ISN'T Supposed to indulge? To have you forced on his face while he drinks you in and feels his cock leak and twitch?
You sound so cute about it too. So shy and humiliated while he plays with your clit and watches his cock pierce you, groaning deeply in pleasure and awe as he watches how you shake and tremble while stretching around his size.
You look so fucking good covered in blood. The fact that it's your own only makes his head spin all the more. He can taste the most forbidden fruit and not have you hurt. Taste your succulent essence on his tongue mixed with what brings you life.
He jerks his cock raw while he tastes you. Can't get your moans out of his head. Wants to hear more, taste more, feel that metallic slick all over his body like an animal.
You aren't safe. You're his to do with as he pleases. Made to take what he gives and to shut up and take it if you truly keep putting up a fight about how "embarrassed" you are.
How many times does he have to show you he doesn't give a fuck? That he loves every inch no matter how disgusted you may feel? You're lucky he loves you so much and knows when to tie you down and keep you open.
So far three coffee cups, two pen holders, and a stack of empty binders have been pushed off the desk next to you... Not that it matters you're not paid to entertain the cat hybrid that works on this floor with you, after all.
Your boss had told you that you worked for her, and her alone. The contract was between you and her, not anyone else, so you certainly aren't about to cave and pamper the spoilt grey eared hybrid currently ruining his own assistant's desk as you continue on with the little work you have to do while your boss is out for the week. When he gets tired of this little game you will offer to help his assistant clean up, but till he leaves you're ignoring him, his lashing tail, and the sound of another cup hitting the floor.
If you're honest, you don't quite know where all the cups are coming from.
There is a huff and a sigh before the click of dress shoes fills the empty air, you'd hoped he was leaving and you could relax, but he was simply moving closer. Shoving your chair back and draping himself across your lap, full weight on your legs as he looks up at you with big, pleading eyes, rumbling with a soft purr as if trying to make you feel bad about ignoring him for so long by looking as cute as he can.
The soft grey of his tail curls around one of your ankles, hands kneading the edge of one of your thighs, each time you can see the little pinkish pads of his fingers and palms, beans taunting you with their short glimpses. But you stay strong, ignoring him, pulling out your phone and blatantly watching cat videos above his head. The sound of kittens and other cats purring, yowling, mewling, or meowing sweetly fills the air as you keep ignoring the full grown cat hybrid still laying across your lap.
After about fifteen minutes he sniffles and weakly mews at you, blinking slowly and rubbing his head against your legs, ears flicking slightly as he makes the same almost kitten like sound at you. Closing your eyes and taking a deep breath, you can only hope your boss will pay you well enough to suffer this every time she goes away.
Lest you cave and start patting the other executive director still mewling on your lap.
If you’re at someone else’s house, enjoying a party, all you have to do is give him a look that tells him you’re bored or frustrated and need release before you go on a massacre. Lazily, he strolls to the nearest bathroom, unashamed to leave mid conversation or mid sentence. When you finally walk in some time later so as to not rouse suspicion, you find him inside, sitting on the lid of the toilet, jerking himself off so you can quickly slide down on his length and ride him to an easy release.
“Wait,” he mutters after, bringing your hips back to him. He slides his tongue through your puffy slit, scooping up his cum which oozes out of your cunt. “Need to clean you up, silly.”
Free use!Choso loves being used. It gives him purpose. It gets him up in the morning — figuratively and literally. He loves being woken up with your dripping cunt on his face, throbbing clit rubbed on the tip of his nose. Your juices filling his senses, dribbling inside his nose, sliding on his tongue and down his throat, is nothing short of euphoric.
“Mmm,” he moans, fingers digging into the plush of your thighs and fighting the urge to wrap around his cock (you get upset when he hasn’t asked for permission). “Thank you for choosing my face; you know I don’t like it when you deal with it yourself.”
Free use!Choso often actively waits for a sign. Sometimes he forces one himself. At dinner with your friends, he’ll be squirming in his seat, irritated that it’s taking so long and doing very little to hide it. He’ll openly grumble, “Can we go already? Christina won’t shut up about her boyfriend, Owen, and I don’t like either of them.”
“Choso,” you hiss. “Don’t be rude.”
He pushes away from the table and says, “I’ll be waiting in the backseat of the car. Please come soon so I can fuck you.”
Saying goodbye to a dinner you weren’t even enjoying, you come up with some shitty excuse to get out of there and angrily march over to the car. The door is yanked open and you’re about to tear him a new one, but the sight of his cock out, already hard, and leaking makes it hard to stay mad. You sigh, climbing inside. “You need table manners.”
“I’m polite enough when I eat you out,” he says, not remotely argumentative, simply factual.
Free use!Choso also responds to whistles, like a dog. As soon as you walk in, tired from work, you’ll whistle and he’ll appear almost out of thin air, ears perked up and tail wagging. He helps you shrug off your outer layers, sliding your shoes off and using that opportunity to sniff at your crotch.
“Oh I missed you,” he groans, showing you the wet mark on his sweatpants. “I missed you so much. Please use me, not your toys. I’ll be good. I’ll be so good. Need your pretty pussy around me or I think I might die.”
Bounce on a cock, save a life, you suppose.
Was feeling a little burnt out so I needed a quick shot of free use choso
"why do you want to watch my everything shower again?"
"because i wanna watch how you prepare my meal."
satoru earned a swat on his head after the sentence he said very proud and matter of factly, painfully unaware that he's saying things that makes you shy and red. he was standing behind you in the bathroom that was way too small for a guy like him, his towel hanging on his shoulder. he didn't even bothered to hold your hand from swatting him, just accepted his fate with a shit eating grin.
"you sure you wanna see all the steps?" you insisted, raising a brow as you stripped yourself bare—most parts unshaved and hair greasy. you didn't wash your hair for specifically this day. and you atleast expected a nose scrunch from satoru that he's judging slightest bit.
no, though. your husband was disgusting and so disgustingly in love with you.
"yeah, i do." his adoring puppy gaze didn't change, instead it roamed on your body shamelessly, like he's looking at a goddess. he doesn't mind you like this—nasty dog—you seem more raw and human, if it makes sense. and besides, he meant what he said. he wanted to see how you prepare yourself. for him and for yourself.
you sighed and shrugged, letting him trail behind you into the shower. you opened the water in your burning temperature, making sure your body softens for the scrubbing. before your body, you started with washing your hair twice, applying hair care products. then you tied it up with a hairclip, moving for the shaving part.
satoru watched you with an interest of four year old, holding out his thigh for you to use it as a stool as you shave your leg. you gave him a soft chuckle and a thank you kiss on the forehead, and it was enough for him to smile stupid.
he watched every step with serious gaze, like he was memorising it. it's been, what, fifteen minutes in? and you've already done so much that he feels dizzy. seriously, he'd do this once in a month, not once or twice in a week. being a woman wasn't for the weak, for sure.
"what's that for?" he'd occasionally ask when you use something he doesn't know, and you find it so cute. it made your heart warm, how geniune he was. "body scrub. peels off the dead skin," you showed him the coconut body scrub, or peeling, whatever it's called—and his eyes closed at the smell. "so that's why you smell so good.." he hummed, enjoying how the shower smelled just like you.
"can i do it?" he asked, already standing up and towering you. you nodded with a smile. "yeah, sure."
he was very careful, rubbing your skin with it like it could scratch you. you assured that he could press, that it didn't hurt, and he then applied a small amount of pressure, massaging your skin in the meantime. you relaxed into him, glad that someone took over this exhausting steps.
"you do all these steps for... what, me?" he murmured, his tone soft. you chuckled, peeking up at his face. he looked so concentrated that it made your heart squeeze. his bottom lip was formed into a soft pout. "for you and for myself. i like deep cleaning my body, and i like being clean for you." you responded.
"..damn," he murmured. "just watchin' you made me sleepy, i wonder how you feel."
"im use to it, but it can get very tiring," you hummed, washing the scrub. he helped you, hands gently washing away the scrub under water.
"can i join you in these?" he asked, after you two got out. he insisted on carrying you to the bed, and brushing your hair, because you did seemed tired after doing all that work on your body. "wanna help." he added, placing gentle kisses on your heavenly smelling-soft as a baby's ass skin.
"yeah? you wanna join? you're not disgusted or anything?" you hummed, not to offend him but just.. curious. it'd be totally normal of him to not be in the process of you deep cleaning yourself. though the glare he gave you was both amusing and scary.
"disgusted?" he scoffed, hugging your waist tighter, as if proving otherwise. "y'think 'm that low? you're doin' all that partly for me, and it's anything but disgusting."
you softened, caressing his jaw. "satoru—"
"wanna help you prepare my meal, that's all," he cut you with a soft smirk, lighting the mood.
you rolled your eyes fondly, smiling nonetheless. "alright, you can join."
Your head buzzes with the rather… cryptic text you received from your husband an hour ago. Today had been the day of a high-profile case he’d been in charge of, and given the nature of his message, you can only assume it hadn’t gone the way he’d hoped it had.
By the time you hear his keys jingle at the front door and he’s pushing himself into your shared bedroom, your suspicions have been confirmed.
“Take your panties off,” Higuruma raspily commands with the tone he’s reserved solely for you and the bedroom, shedding his crisp suit like it’s actively burning him. He’s got a prominent crease formed between his eyebrows and darkness wears heavy below his lower lashes, enough to tell you that you shall be his stress reliever for the evening.
You obey, hiking up your nightgown and discarding your underwear, excitement unfurling low in your loins. You hate seeing your lover stressed, but you might enjoy his sexual frustration more.
Suddenly, your husband is laying on the bed, doe-eyes blown wide rolling back. “On my face. You read my message and didn’t bathe, yes?'“
Heat rushes up from your nape, bleeding into your cheeks. “Y-yeah, Hiro’. Uhm.. we haven’t…”
“Done this before?” he finishes with a slight smirk, tongue darting out to wet his lip. “First time for everything, darling. Now c’mere.”
Higuruma laps at your dripping sex like a starved dog. Sniffing and digging his hooked nose between your folds, fingers prying your thighs apart on his face. Every time your hips attempt to lift in overstimulation, he chases your wet cunt, low groans sending tantalizing vibrations against your clit and earning a strangled whimper from you.
“God, you smell heavenly, baby,” he mumbles, tongue flicking your sensitive bundle of nerves, kneading your cheeks like dough. You cunt clenches around his big nose—big enough for you to fuck yourself on.
“F-feels so… mmmf… good,” you sigh, pupils dilating and rolling into your skull as your ass bounces back with a slow grind.
“Yeah, princess? We should do this more, huh?” he grunts, latching his lips onto your hood and hollowing his cheeks. You squirm against him, gripping at anything for a semblance of stability, but your husband has a habit of driving you over the edge with mind-numbing pleasure. You urge yourself to touch him where he’s most sensitive, but your bliss seems to be on the forefront of his mind tonight.
As he intended, you make a mess of his face. Sticky saliva and squirt decorate his chin while he works you through your orgasm, his chiseled jaw working with effort as he guzzles down every drop and praises you through it. The stress coiled through his taut muscles relax once he gets a taste of your sweet nectar.
hi yes my first time writing for higuruma... do we want more guys
the one piled with legal briefs and manila folders, the orange-shaded lamp casting a warm, intimate pool of light over the two of you. it was an impulse, a desperate grab as he walked by, and he hadn’t hesitated. he’d just swept the paperwork to the floor with a calm, decisive swipe of his arm and lifted you onto the polished wood.
and now hiromi higuruma is on his knees before you, his suit jacket long discarded, his tie loosened. his broad shoulders are between your thighs, holding you open with a gentle but unyielding pressure. his mouth is on you, and it is devastating.
every lick is deliberate, his tongue flicks against your clit with the precise focus of cross-examination, then soothes with the broad, flat strokes of a closing argument. he works you over with a quiet, intense dedication that leaves you gasping, fingers scrambling against the cool wood of the desk.
then he pulls back, just slightly.
and he looks up.
oh, god, that look.
his glasses are slightly down his nose. his dark eyes, usually so sharp and analytical, are wide, soft, and utterly drowning in you. they’re pure, liquid puppy-dog devotion, glazed with a hunger that’s entirely at odds with their innocence. a faint blush paints his cheeks. his lips are swollen, glistening with you. he doesn’t say a word. he just... admires. he gazes up at you from between your legs like you’re the entire fucking statute book, like you’re the verdict he’s spent his whole life waiting for.
“h-hiromi…” you whimper, your voice breaking.
at the sound of his name, his expression softens even further, if that’s possible. he nuzzles his cheek against your inner thigh, his breath hot. “you taste so good,” he murmurs, his voice a low, reverent rumble. it’s rough with want, stripped of all professional cadence. “so perfect.”
“please don’t stop…”
“i wasn’t planning on it,” he says, and there’s a hint of a smile in his words, a sweet possessiveness. “i’m not nearly finished.” he leans in again, but pauses, his nose brushing your skin. “tell me what you want, sweet thing. use your words.”
“your mouth,” you beg, hips lifting. “just… y-you, please.”
“good,” he praises softly, and then his tongue is on you again, licking a slow, torturous stripe that has you crying out. he moans against you, the sound vibrating deep. “good girl, that’s it… let me hear you.”
he alternates between deep, languid strokes and quick, fluttering flicks, all while watching your face, studying every twitch and gasp. when you fist your hands in his hair, he groans his approval.
“you’re so beautiful like this,” he breathes between kisses, his words slightly slurred. “falling apart just for me. my sweet girl.”
but then he changes tactics. he presses closer, burying his face deeper. his tongue spears into your entrance, fucking into you with slow, penetrating thrusts that make you see stars. and as he does it—as his tongue delves deep—the bridge of his nose, firm and unyielding, grinds insistently against your swollen clit. it’s an accidental, perfect pressure, a dual stimulation that has you choking on air.
“h-hiromi— oh f-fuck—!”
he understands instantly. he doesn’t pull back. instead, he angles his head deliberately, fucking you with his tongue in a steady rhythm while maintaining that maddening, rubbing pressure of his nose against your most sensitive bud. his breaths are hot puffs against your soaked skin, and he lets out a muffled, desperate sound of his own, drunk on the feel and scent of you.
the combination of his filthy mouth, that relentless nudge of his nose, and his tender, adoring gaze is too much. you shatter with a broken sob, your back arching off the desk, your thighs clamping around his head. he holds you through it, drinking every drop, his low moans of satisfaction vibrating through your core as you pulse against his tongue and nose.
when the last tremor passes, he rests his forehead against your thigh, breathing heavily. he presses a final, soft kiss to your skin before looking up again, those big, earnest eyes meeting yours. his nose and the tops of his cheeks are slick with you. he looks thoroughly wrecked and utterly content.
“okay?” he asks, his voice husky.
all you can do is nod, pulling him up for a kiss, tasting yourself on his lips. he smiles into it, a real, unguarded smile, and you know no one else ever gets to see this version of him.
The only time Higuruma displays a modicum of submissiveness is the moment you finally ride his face, of course.
Eyes lulling to the back of his skull, jawline decorated with a messy lather of your slick that trickles all the way down to the center of his throat, and with the prettiest groans sung out right in between your drooling cunt—of course your boyfriend's gonna find himself submissive when you're sitting so perfectly on top of him.
“Stop, mmgh, pulling away from me,” He’d groan in between the folds of your dripping pussy, drooling extensively off of your tastes as his fingers press deeper into the skin of your hips. “Please,” Higuruma would moan up against you just before he pulls you back down again.
After the last five orgasms he brought you to recently, of course you’re pulling away from him and gasping out his name as if that would keep him from eating you out like a man so utterly starved. You wish you could say you hated it when he got like this.
But the truth was that nothing feels better than your pussy-drunk boyfriend forcing you to drag your cunt all over the length of his face. With his nose practically french kissing your clit, his tongue slithers deeper and deeper every time.
He’d already had you laid out in every position imaginable just before this and now he practically uses you for his own pleasure—despite being the one giving instead of receiving.
“Hiromi, p-please,” You tried to plead back with him, aching for a moment to breathe because the desperate suck you receive in the next second has you tugging away from him all over again.
Not that he lets you go that time either. Instead, he only drags you right back down and damn near glares up at you with those pretty glossed over wide-set eyes of his. “Ride,” He huffs out, “I told you to ride my face, please?” He whines this time.
You only drip into his mouth even more the second that whine of his hits your ears and you watch the way he smiles as if you just praised him for begging. Then his mouth is slobbering all over you again and you’re reaching a hand down to at least hold onto him while you attempt to do as he’s asked you so nicely to.
The first grind of your hips forward makes his eyes roll back and you feel a whorish moan vibrate off of his tongue and right against your pussy. Then he’s fucking his tongue up into you, mumbling, “Mhm, mmhm, don’t stop.”
It’s then that you grow addicted to it, the feeling of him growing more and more encouraged by your movements. Your hips rock faster against him and he lets his hands guide you through it. “Hiromi-, hahh,” You gasp just barely as he shakes his head up into you.
Dark black locks of hair stick to his forehead and although his eyes are directly up on yours, you could tell he was beyond fucked out. He only pulls away to press sloppy kisses onto your pussy as if he worshiped every inch of you.
“S’sweet,” He whispers against you as his eyes soften up on you. Then he’s looking at your cunt and swiping his tongue over his lips before biting back a groan, “And pretty,” Oh, he’s so far gone.
The next thing you know, he’s diving right back into you and you feel his tongue sliding deeper inside you than before.
“Inside and out,” He inherently chokes out as he finally forces you up a little. You thought he was finally giving you a break for a second, pant after pant leaving you while you stare at him.
Instead, to your surprise, Higuruma lets his tongue hang out and bats his lashes up at you almost innocently before uttering, “Play with her.”
You feel your body tense and almost scoff in response, “W-What?”
His thumb moves to meet your clit and he starts spelling out his name, “Like this,” He instructs, “I wanna watch you do it over my tongue, c’mon.”
You nearly shudder at the gentle touch of his thumb but you move to match his movements anyway—thumbing your clit and keeping your cunt sloppily dripping down onto his expecting tongue.
Biting back a smile, Higuruma fights the urge to lean up and latch himself back onto you. Instead, he patiently listens to the soft moans you let out and stares at the gorgeous spread of your pussy as your arousal leaks and so perfectly meets his tongue.
“Thaat’s my girl,” He coos, “So fuckin’... mgh, perfect.” In the midst of his groaned praises, he doesn’t even realize the embarrassing mess he’s making of himself as he cums right then and there. Practically untouched and entirely off of eating you out.
‧₊ ˚⊹ husband!higuruma wants you to ride his face after work 18+
you don’t even need to tell hiromi what you want (need) after a long day at work. all you have to do is shut the door a little harder than usual, kick your shoes off with a little more force, and he’s already in front of you, hands running up and down your back. your hands slip around his neck as you pull him closer to you, resting your head on his chest.
you know he’s had a tough day at work, as he always does. his tie is loose around his neck, top buttons of his white shirt undone. the two of you stand there in silence, letting the comfort of finally being at home in each other’s arms envelop you.
he doesn't need to ask you how your day was. you don't need to ask him. the both of you know it all too well; the stress, the fatigue, the sleepless nights. it’s even rare for you to be at home at the same time at an adequate hour in the evenings. so, the fact that you’re finally alone with him before midnight on a weekday is making you unreasonably horny. you can smell his aftershave from the morning lingering on his skin, feel the warmth of his calloused palms as they caress your bare arms.
it’s been days—no, weeks—since the two of you have had sex. but you don't want to burden him, to ask him to pick you up and take care of you in the ways you so desperately crave. so, the two of you trudge to your shared bedroom to get changed out of your stifling work clothes.
higuruma watches you as you slide your trousers off, arms folded across his chest, the muscles in his forearms drawn taut. as you begin to unbutton your shirt, you feel his firm chest brush up against your back, hands slipping the fabric off of your body and snaking around your bare waist, pulling you close. he dips his head down, peppering loving kisses across your shoulders, trailing upwards to your neck. as he nips at your skin and his hands roam over your stomach, lightly massaging your breasts, you can't help but sigh. it’s laced with need and longing, and your husband knows this.
“hiromi,” your breath catches. just the raw, skin-to-skin contact is making arousal pool in your underwear, thighs squeezing together on instinct.
“let me eat you out,” he whispers, breath fanning against your ear and making your stomach flutter. “please.”
“but you must be so tired, baby. don’t worry about me, you should rest,” you tell him, though your body gives away your desires, automatically leaning into his touch. “you’ve had a long day.”
“so have you,” he mumbles into your skin. “let me take care of you.”
every nerve in your body is screaming at you to just take his offer and indulge yourself for one night.
your husband turns you to face him. he leans in closer. now, you can smell the faint scent of his cologne mingling with sweat on his skin. it’s musky and heavy and so so him. his eyes flick down to your lips and he presses his against yours. the kiss is tender and full of all the love you hold for one another but never have the time to say. his taste is familiar; reminds you of home.
as he tangles his tongue with yours, he starts to gently push you towards the bed behind you. he breaks the kiss, a strand of saliva connecting his lips to yours, and rests his hands on your shoulders. you sit on the edge of the bed and shuffle backwards, leaning against the mess of pillows at the head of the mattress, elbows planted by your sides.
you clench together to try and provide some semblance of friction between your legs, where your clit is aching with need. slowly, higuruma crawls towards you. he parts your legs and you let yourself get lost in the warmth of his touch, his rough hands running across the burning hot skin of your inner thighs. a soft exhale escapes his lips when his gaze falls upon the damp spot that has begun to spread across your cotton underwear. you suddenly feel exposed, sitting here in nothing but your bra and panties, whilst he’s fully dressed and looking up at you with glassy, pleading eyes.
he leans his head against the inside of your plush flesh, and you extend a hand to cup his face. the ebony haired man in front of you nuzzles into your palm as you stroke your thumb across his cheek. hiromi begins to kiss the inside of your hand, sending chills scampering down your spine, and never once breaking eye contact with you.
“please,” he pulls away slightly and his voice cracks with hunger. “let me make you feel good. you deserve it.”
higuruma shifts his body to be face to face with your clothed, yet still drenched, pussy.
“i don’t want to burden you, hiromi—”
you’re cut off by him pressing his nose into the fabric and inhaling deeply. “you’re never a burden,” he kisses your core. “i can relieve your stress for you. i want to help you out.” his worship of your body as if it were a temple makes butterflies swarm within you.
you nod lightly, any sense of resolve dissipating in an instant. “okay.”
hiromi wastes no time in peeling the sticky fabric away from you, tossing them to the ground and revealing your drooling cunt. it’s almost embarrassing, the way you're already dripping so much for him, slick oozing out of your hole after all he’s done is talk to you sweetly.
your husband swallows thickly. “sit on my face,” his voice drops down an octave and your stomach lurches.
obediently, you follow his command. whilst he rolls over on to his back, you position yourself over him, straddling his face. it’s obscene how soaked you are—you think you can literally feel a drop of wetness drip down your inner leg—from the way your husband is gazing up at you right now. his eyes are half-lidded, jaw slightly agape as he breathes heavily, eager to taste you. who would have thought that a few weeks of abstinence would leave you so desperate to be touched?
“sit.” hiromi’s voice is husky and deep and he wraps his hands around your thighs, pulling you down on to his face.
you can feel his breath flutter against your heat as you sink down on him. he presses a gentle kiss against you, then kitten licks at your clit, and your body tenses up in anticipation. instinctively, your hips buck down to chase his mouth.
higuruma laughs, low and sultry. the vibrations reverberate throughout your body and make you shudder.
“so eager.”
before you have time to scold him, he licks a strip up from your candied entrance to your throbbing clit, tongue flat against your folds. a strangled cry escapes your throat, the noise guttural and raw. it’s been so long since you’d had time alone with him, even the most mundane of acts feels almost overstimulating.
hiromi’s eyes flutter closed as he moans into you, lapping up your juices like a man starved.
“mmh,” he groans. “missed your taste.”
his words fly straight to your pussy; your hole quivers around nothing. your hands find the headboard in front of you and, when he glides between your folds, you grip it so tightly your knuckles start to turn white. his warm, wet tongue traces patterns into your clit, and the bliss is so overwhelming that you can’t help but whiiiine his name out. he’s slurping and gulping all of you and the sounds coming from the two of you are nothing if not filthy.
and just when you thought it couldn't get any better, he plunges his tongue into you. in this position, his nose is pressing up against your clit, providing a mind-numbing pleasure that ripples over your body in electrifying waves.
“fuuuuck, hiromi,” you mewl. “feels so—hah—good.”
you’re grinding down into his face now, velvety walls clenching around him with every push of his nose against you. his hands guide your hips as you fuck his mouth, legs trembling above him.
“keep going, baby,” he grunts. “use me.”
higuruma pumps his tongue in and out, curling it inside, nose relentlessly rubbing up and down your clit as he moves his head to match the pace of your hips. your mouth hangs open in pure ecstasy. helpless pleas tumble from your lips as he coaxes an orgasm out of you.
“h-hiromi, ngh, so close,” you whimper.
any other day, he would have taken the time to edge you until your brain turned to mush. today, however, he takes pity on his poor, overworked wife, and decides to let you take what you need from him.
“you’ve worked so hard, baby,” he rasps, letting up his ministrations temporarily to praise you. “you deserve to cum, right?”
“mhm,” your eyes are screwed shut in complete ecstasy as you thrust onto his face oh-so-desperately. “s-so close, i can’t hold out—”
your dewy slick is coating his nose, leaking down the sides of his mouth and his chin and higuruma is utterly drunk on your smell, your taste, on you. you fervently rock your hips, chasing your high with nothing in your brain other than hiromi, hiromi, hiromi.
he withdraws his tongue from inside of you and drives it against your sticky silk, incessantly swirling around your clit. then he sucks, and you gush on his mouth.
“shit—fuck—hiromi, ‘m cumming—”
your thighs clamp around his head, hard, and you cry out. the pleasure overtakes your body in full force, euphoria coursing through your veins and clouding your vision. the man underneath you continues to lick you through your orgasm, your muscles convulsing uncontrollably. to hiromi, the sight is exquisite: you, writhing above him, moaning his name out so deliciously. it’s almost enough to make him cum in his pants.
and when you come down from your high, body slumping next to him, he just pulls you close to him, nestling your bodies together.
“thank you,” you whisper, fatigue spreading throughout your body. “i needed that. i love you.”
“i’ll do anything for you,” he kisses the top of your head. “always.”
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note i wrote this then realised that @porcelainut has a fic that's very similar, so please check out their work too !! happy higuruma anime debut day :D (his nose is so sexy lol)
Yandere!Knight who gets assigned as the personal guard of the kingdoms only princess. Princess who during a trip to the southern regions was kidnapped by a band of rogues. Fortunately, the army found you. Battered, starved, but alive.
Yandere!Knight who becomes your sword, shield and champion.
Yandere!Knight who is the most patient and understanding man whenever you flinch away from every single person in the room. He offers a comforting, steady wall of steel, muscles and devotion. He would rather die first than have you go through any kind of torment again.
Yandere!Knight who will shield you away from any possible suitors that come to ask for your hand in marriage. "The likes of you aren't even worthy of gazing upon my princess. Go away before I make you regret it."
Yandere!Knight who breaks code whenever you have a night terror. Because surely, it won't hurt to have you cling to him as he hushes you to sleep. Surely it won't count as sin when his touch lingers a bit too long on the small of your back.
Yandere!Knight who feels his blood boiling inside his armor when a prince from a foreign land comes with the promise of taking you away where you'll be forever safe. Away to where you'll get snatched away from him once more?
Yandere!Knight who in a desperate move visits a famous poisoner, the arsenic in the prince's beverage never crossing anybody's mind. It doesn't smell or taste, for everybody, the prince sadly passed away from a bad case of cholera.
Yandere!Knight who would move mountains to see you smile, to see the sun shining over your skin on lazy mornings, to help you into your pretty corsets whenever there's an important dinner, to feel the softness of your skin even when he's wearing those heavy gloves.
Yandere!Knight who has had enough of the screams at night whenever you see a suspicious shadow, thinking they have come for you again. You deserve retribution for your pain, and he is the blade that will give it to you.
Yandere!Knight who when praying to god, to the saints, to the angels in the sky, really only prays to a deified version of you that only he seems to comprehend.
Yandere!Knight who desperately searches for every bit of information he can gather, and finally, a mercenary gives it to him for a hefty sum of golden coins. He finally has the names of the bastards who dared to touch his most jealously guarded treasure.
Yandere!Knight who comes back to you bloody by midnight. Eyes glowing in the dark as he stalks closer to the bed. Dropping to his knees as you stir from your sleep, cupping your delicate feet and pressing a reverent kiss to your soft skin. "Your grace, it delights me to tell you that you are finally safe. If honors me to tell you that my hands are dirty with the blood of the scum that bruised your precious skin."
Yandere!Knight who traps you in a bruising grip, staining your expensive nightgown with blood, your pristine bedsheets. "My precious pearl, don't you think I deserve a reward? Of course not, my princess. Don't be stupid, I am but a dog at your feet, a loyal hound. To have you touching me would be blasphemy."
Yandere!Knight who never lets you out of his sight.
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A/N: I have a knight kink. Either way. Once more, feel free to do whatever you want to this guy, send requests for him, send asks for him, name him, whatever. IM NEW TO OC WRITING IM JUST A POOR FANFIC WRITER I'M SORRY GYUUU
Especially in moments like those, when you got him seated on your lap like some plaything, making out with him. His arms wrapped around your neck as little sobs and whimpers escaped his throat. Your hands wandered all over his body, groping at him however you wanted. The way you held him, touched him, made him let out shameful noises with them… despicable.
It took a while until you broke the kiss, stealing his breath without permission, leaving him a panting mess. Such an addicting and dizzy feeling, he had to close his eyes and take a few deep breaths before opening them again. By that time, your hands were already wrapped loosely around his throat.
When and how did that even happen? And why— why were you slowly digging your thumbs into his trachea?
His eyes searched for yours, filled with tears and shaking. Those hands that were holding onto you moved to claw at your wrist, cheeks flushed like always. “You mentioned you are into choking once.” That was all you said in your defence, and he just felt a shudder run down his spine, straight to the heat in his crotch.
He was shaking with excitement, after all.
This was becoming unbearable, you moved so carefully after all. At first he could still breath, it was just more difficult to do so, but by the time you were truly squeezing, he was gagging and whining as his tongue lolled out. His voice was a meek and needy whisper as he said, “n-no, waaait~!! ♡♥︎ s-stop, hnNghh~ or m’gonna c-cum all over your shirt~!!”
Every instinct of his was screaming to push you away or yank your hands off, yet he refused to put up a resistance. He trusted you, he knew you wouldn’t hurt him. Besides it felt so good, his heart was pumping so fast and his brain was malfunctioning, shutting down on him. The sensation of it all was overwhelming, he couldn’t help it, it was pure ecstasy.
And that’s how he ended up cumming all over your lap in hot, white stripes. Mind and body melting from nothing but kisses and a little choking. When you released your grip, he slumped against you, panting, gasping for air as he twitched all pathetically. “Ah- hmm..! Ha-nghh, I-I told you… I’ll make a mess…♡♥︎♡” That might have been his most intense climax yet, now he’s wondering how good it will feel doing that while making love—?
In the end, you got yourself a trembling ruin who still haven’t recovered from the pure bliss you put him through, and scratch marks on your wrists and palms which he licked at like some cat.
Thinking about your favorite man, big and strong, the one you have grown to fall in love with. Thinking about how absolutely pathetic he is right now, a whimpering whining mess under the onslaught of your delicate hands.
Watching him squirm, eyes brimming with tears as he begs. He wants to be a good boy, only the best for you, but this was his third orgasm in such a short time, creeping up on him.
Maybe you should have tied him down, that way he didn’t have to struggle as much as he was, but who are you kidding? The struggle was worth the sight.
As the orgasm crashes down on his body, you don’t relent, stroking his cock continuously, until wet drips of salty water hit the bed beneath him. Soft sobs could be heard from the man above you, and a chorus of pleas as you continue the torture.
He’s begging you to be nice, and to please give him a break, but those complains stop once you sink down onto his pretty and red cock. His eyes rolling back, body going stiff with pleasure as your warmth envelops his cock.
You really thought he was pathetic before, he’s even worse now. Hands clawing at your hips as you coo, praising the man beneath you, telling him how good he’s been for you as fresh tears of pleasure drip down his face.
Instead of begging for you to slow down, he whines for more. Blabbing out about how warm your body feels around him, and how absolutely sinful your body feels on top of his.
And when you finally cum, his own cock barely spilling any cum into your body, you give him a break. Breathless mumbling of thank you’s spill from his lips, you’re his everything, the one he worships. The only one he’d let do this to him, and yet he knows, this night isn’t quite over yet.
premise: after a bad encounter with a witch, anyone you date is cursed to become obsessed with you. you don't really believe that kind of thing, so you continue to go on dates like usual. oh, you quickly find out that you were very, very wrong.
(yandere! honkai star rail x reader) (modern au)
nsfw, dark content minors dni
"from now on, any man you date will forever be enamored with your very being."
if anything, those witch's words might've been a jinx.
she wasn't necessarily a witch, but a fortune teller that you had passed by one day on the way to work. it'd been such a passing phrase that the moment was immediately forgotten.
except, you can't help but remember them now.
for the first half an hour, the only thing veritas ratio (or "dr. ratio," he adds snidely) talks about is his job. you don't even know why he wanted to go on this date in the first place. he seems like he'd rather be at his job.
so much for a good first impression.
he doesn't say anything unless it's related to academia, research, anything related to his work. he doesn't say much, but when he does it's filled with so much ego it's honestly draining.
you don't know why, you feel like it's your job to fill the silence by rambling about whatever topic comes to mind. perhaps it's something close to first-date etiquette or your fear of the awkward quiet—attempting it making small talk. but he doesn't even engage.
he just eats his food quietly without giving any kind of reaction. so you just give up. you talk about all sorts of things: your occupation, your hobbies, the tv shows you watch, sometimes even the occasional complaint about someone you know. it doesn't even count as small talk at this point. it feels a lot more like you're ranting.
you're not embarrassed at all, though. you don't even plan on seeing him after this. so why bother?
after what feels like forever, you two finally decide to head out. he offers to walk you home, and since it's late and you don't live very far, you accept. the walk is silent, but at that point, you're too mentally drained to try to fill the quiet. it's not like the walk is long anyway. you just want to say goodbye and never seen him again.
while you're unlocking your door, you turn to thank him for the gesture out of politeness. however, your words are quickly swallowed up by his mouth on yours.
he lets out an uncharacteristic groan upon contact, almost as if he was waiting for this. caught off guard, you let out a gasp, which he takes advantage of. his tongue creeps into your mouth, caressing and flicking against yours sensually.
"i've been looking forward to this all night," he sighs into you.
you don't think on his words too much.
while you hate his personality, you don't hate this. first dates may be a little iffy, but you have nothing against a hookup once in a while, especially with someone so conventionally attractive.
so you hook your arms around his neck and tug his hair softly. he lets out a breathy moan you weren't quite expecting. you can physically feel him shudder under your touch.
with one hand crawling up your shirt, greedy to feel your skin against his, he leads you back into your own house and smoothly closes the door behind him.
sex with him is good, taking you by surprise with how sensual he is. you feel every fingertip of his trace your skin, drawing lines between all your blemishes and beauty marks.
he trails kisses from your throat down to your breasts, maintaining eye contact with you the entire time.
"you're so beautiful," he whispers, "like a brand new discovery. a fresh miracle the universe created just for me."
even though he's been an ass all night, you feel warm.
when he's inside you, he rocks into you in a steady, but quick pace. you arch your back in pleasure, to which he encourages with his hand pressing you closer to him. you grind into him instinctively while he buries his face into your tits and moans against your skin, breathless.
but as good as he was in bed, though, you don't really see yourself pursuing anything exclusive with him. however, it seems as if dr. ratio has other plans.
he keeps texting you, hoping to set up another date. he'll ask you what you're up to, if you're interested in going out again soon, and tell you that he misses you.
the attention feels nice, but he's not want you want. so you block him without regrets and move on with your life.
even after three weeks, dr. ratio still hasn't give up on you, it seems. every time you block him, he just changes his phone number, his social media handle, and you're starting from square one.
maybe he's a little pushy. but you've handled people like this before. they'll get bored soon enough, even if it is a little tiring to go through.
so when you run into dan heng at the local supermarket, it's like a breath of fresh air.
you used to date once, a couple years back. you liked how despite his cold exterior, he was a kind soul. conversations between you two just felt natural. you never felt like you had to read in-between the lines to understand what he meant.
throughout your relationship, he never hounded after you about where you were or who you were with. he never blinked an eye when you had other plans or were having a one-on-one conversation with someone else. although you're exes now, you broke up on good terms. so you don't hesitate to say hi.
he smiles, but he doesn't seem surprised. "it's nice to see you here."
you grin in return. "it is! how have you been?"
the two of you agree to get a cup of coffee (or tea, in dan heng's case) together. you meet up at a cafe that the two of you used to frequent together, the smell of freshly baked goods and coffee beans bringing in old memories.
though you haven't talked to each other in a very long time, it's like you two saw each other yesterday. dan heng's relaxed as always, and for a second it feels like nothing has changed. you two catch each other up on your respective lives like a pair of old friends.
"so, have you been seeing anyone?" dan heng asks nonchalantly, bringing his cup to his lips. the question comes out of the blue.
"hmm," you consider, "no, not really. i haven't gone steady with anyone in over six months. have you?"
you might be seeing things, but dan heng almost looks pleased. he takes a long, slow sip of his tea before saying anything. "no, i tried, but i couldn't."
he brings his cup down, staring at his drink thoughtfully before bringing his eyes up to you.
"but no matter what, i couldn't stop thinking about you."
his words bring warmth to your cheeks. dan heng's never been one to embellish or lie, so he must be telling the absolute truth.
he leans forward, a contemplative look on his face. "i... know i seemed detached when we dated. you were my first girlfriend, my first love. i had a lot to learn about loving someone. but... i'm better now. so, would you ever reconsider falling in love with me again?"
...
"are you...alright?" dan heng's brows furrow, a small, confused frown curling his mouth. "perhaps, i didn't say anything wrong, did i?"
you're quick to recover from your shock. "oh, no, no, not at all. i just wasn't expecting that." it's very much different from the dan heng you knew, who seemed to barely send you a second glance unless you explicitly asked for it.
it feels...nice to hear his words. for some reason, it gives you some closure. a comfort to the old you who was hurt by his indifference. but you're older, and you're two different people. it might feel gratifying to finally feel wanted by the man you once loved, but you broke up for a good reason.
"ah, i see." he looks more contentful now. "i hope you don't take this the wrong way, but i've been... preparing myself for you. i'm a changed person now who can love you the way you deserve. i just can't stop thinking about how you looked like when you were seeing that researcher and... and i—"
the smile he gives you looks innocent, but the intention is unsettling.
"i just... knew i had to see you again."
your blood runs cold.
"really?" you supply, despite your loss for words. "um, i appreciate that, i really do. i wish i could stay and talk with you more, but i just realized that i'm meeting up with my friend soon."
you take out your wallet and grab a handful of money and carelessly slap it onto the table.
dan heng gets up with the most desperation you've ever seen him have. "oh, that's a shame. if that's the case, i can give you a ride and we can talk more on the way there?"
"no! no, it's okay. don't mind me. it was nice seeing you again, dan heng."
you turn away and don't look back.
okay, maybe your "dates" have been a little wonky recently. dr. ratio won't stop texting you or calling you. he's even sent the occasional bouquet of flowers to your house. dan heng's not any better, because you keep seeing him everywhere you go.
you're starting to think that this "jinx" may not only apply to people you're currently dating, but people you've previously dated. but other than dan heng, no other ex has tried to reach out. so, with so little data to work with, you're not really sure what's going on.
so you stay away from dates for the time being. no mixers, no blind dates, no nothing.
but one-night stands are different, right?
the first thing phainon tells you is that he's not looking for a relationship. it's almost too perfect.
when he lets you into his apartment, the first thing he does is kiss you. it's raw and greedy and it sends butterflies fluttering in your stomach.
every time you part from each other, he takes in a deep breath like he's mentally preparing for when your lips lock again.
"you're so good," he murmurs. "so fucking good—i can't stop."
you're feeling gutsy, so you reach down to palm the heat of him, relishing in how much he's enjoying you.
"then don't," you reply with a laugh.
he pulls away to look at you, his gaze so intense it makes your pussy tingle.
despite the countless signs of the universe to stop, no matter how small, you can't help but chase the feeling of being embraced, being paid attention to, being loved. perhaps there's a pit of loneliness you're trying to fulfill. but tonight, you're not here to uncover all of that.
tonight, he holds onto you like you're his lifeline.
he presses a kiss to your ankle, your legs hauled over his shoulders. you clench the sheets as he pounds into you. every time he pulls out, he slams back into you with impressive stamina like he can't bear to be not be inside of you.
phainon's groans are low and guttural, sweat dripping down from his chest onto your stomach. you've lost track of time of how long you've been entangled with one another. every time you think it's the last round, he surprises you with another hard-on.
and yet no matter how hard he rails you, he won't bring himself to lose eye-contact with you. it feels personal. intimate.
"that's right, keep moaning for me, don't stop—hah."
you can feel him in every inch inside of you. every time you look away from him, he grabs your chin to bring you back to earth—back to him.
if it wasn't stimulating enough, phainon brings a hand down to your clit, rubbing it so adoringly it makes you see stars.
"i need this pussy, nngh! i love this pussy, i love you."
you're so overstimulated you can't process the things he's saying.
"—need this pussy wet and creaming for me. you have one more in you, right? please?"
it feels like phainon's fucking into you with so much emotion. like he's letting out all of the pent up emotions, frustration, anger, sadness, envy, want, love, into fucking you senseless. he's unfurling everything that he's been wanting to express (to the world, you think) in this one moment, wrapped up in your warmth.
"please?"
it becomes all too much, and you can feel your orgasm coming in like a flood.
"yes! yes! i'm cum—ing!"
you can feel him cumming with you, his dick steadily pulsing as your walls twitch around him. he holds you tight against him, kissing you endlessly.
when the two of you finally finish, you let out a desperate gasp of air. the both of you are out of breath and exhausted. yet he doesn't hesitate to crawl down to your pussy and admire the spillage he's caused. his cum leaks out of your in dribbles, the sensation of it dripping causing your pussy to twitch.
"wait, i'm dirty—aaah!"
phainon licks your pussy, drinking up your cum and maintaining eye contact with you all the while. he's eating like he's been starved this entire time. you can't help but moan as he continuously cleans you out with his tongue.
after, once both of your are fully cleaned up and sated, his arms coil around your waist and tugs you into his chest. he buries his face into your neck and sighs, appreciating your warmth.
"to be honest, i thought i wasn't ready for a relationship. i always thought that i had things to sort out first, and that it would be unfair of my partner to unpack it all for me. but... laying with you... like this.. i think it'd be easy to love you," he murmurs sleepily into your skin. "i wouldn't mind seeing you again."
you've been looking at this man all night, but this is the first time you're processing how he's looking at you. you'd mistaken hornyness for genuine attraction. it's as if he's had some sort of revelation literally overnight. maybe he really was letting out all his emotions through sex.
"i don't want to date right now," is all you can muster.
"that's fine, we don't have to date. we can just fuck each other, i'm fine with that." his grip tightens. "as long as you don't see other men. i feel like i would hate that. i think i'd get angry enough to kill someone."
you don't say anything and just lay there in silence, waiting for him to finally give in to the exhaustion.
it scares you so much you're gone before dawn breaks.
at this point, you're starting to thing this whole curse thing might be real. thus, you take it upon yourself to avoid anything remotely romantic or sexual in nature like the plague. you no longer go on blind dates or mixers, have hookups, or even think of pursuing anything with anyone.
you've tried countless times to search or contact the person who supposedly cursed you in the first place, but it's as if they disappeared off the face of the planet.
so instead you opt to stay at home, where it's safe.
but it's lonely, you realize. you used to go out so often and now you've just gone cold-turkey. it's isolating.
so when one of your best friends takes notice and invites you to the club to celebrate her birthday, you agree.
while you're getting ready, you promise yourself to turn down anyone who so much as looks at you. you're not going to get caught up in some passerby, you're not going to pursue anyone who catches your eye. you're just here to celebrate your girl and reconnect with some friends.
right?
it's loud. it's loud and extremely crowded. but at least ruan mei and serval are having fun. as for march 7th, she's at the bar fooling unsuspecting men into drinking contests they can't win.
you're having a good time around when aventurine slides up to you from behind.
"i haven't seen you here before," he almost shouts over the loud music.
you turn to face him, scowling. "yeah, let's keep it that way."
"aw, don't be like that."
"i'm not looking for anything."
he grins. "it doesn't have to be anything. just fun."
you huff and turn away, but aventurine follows. "oh, come on."
"i've heard that plenty of times before."
you let yourself get lost in the crowd to get away from him. you've met plenty of guys like him before. the interaction with aventurine reminds you of the witch's words, eliciting an unsettling feeling in your gut. but today's serval's birthday, and you don't want to be a downer. plus, you haven't even pursued anything with this man. you just met him. so you don't say anything and just set out to avoid him for the rest of the night.
an hour or so later, you're a little bit tipsy. serval twirls you around with a laugh, to which you let out a surprised squeal. the room is spinning a little, and in the midst of regaining your balance you lose sight of the girls.
it's right then that you suddenly feel someone pull you by the waist and grind against you.
"looking for someone?"
you reflexively push aventurine away from you. "i'm...looking for my friends."
he spreads his arms, a teasing smile on his face. "aren't i a friend?"
you don't dignify that with a response, turning away to look for your friend. aventurine grabs your wrist before you can leave.
"don't be like that. don't you want to take a little gamble with me? i promise it'll be worth it."
"no thanks," you scream at the top of your lungs to make sure that he can clearly hear it.
you tug away, but he still doesn't let up. instead he pulls you with enough force for you to fall right into him.
"aw, and here i was hoping you'd change your mind."
you raise your fist to hit him to let you free, but he grabs that too and pulls you closer. you can feel his hardness press into your inner thigh.
"but i always like the risk—"
somewhere in the crowd, you hear someone shout your name. serval pushes through the throng of people with an impressive strength until finally reaching you.
upon serval's arrival, aventurine finally lets go of you, holding up his hands as if he was ever harmless.
without another word, serval takes your hand and leads you away from him. "come on, we're leaving. that guy's bad news."
you're heart warms at the warmth of serval's touch, grateful for her intervening when she did.
you, serval, ruan mei, and march 7th suddenly decide that maybe drinking the night away at serval's house even when gepard was there maybe wasn't such a bad idea at all.
when you wake up later with a hangover (and you definitely will have a hangover), you'll curl into yourself as you recount last night's events.
as serval had dragged you away from that creepy guy, you couldn't help but look back. he'd been smiling so disturbingly, as if he knew something you didn't, with a small wave. hopefully, you never see him again.
ding!
your phone on the table lights up a new notification. with bleary eyes you crawl over to grab it and turn it on. it's a text from a new number.
why are you avoiding me?
you slam your phone on the table with newfound resolution.
that's it. you need to find that witch.
part 2: when all of your dates are addicted to you
premise: after a bad encounter with a witch, anyone you date is cursed to become obsessed with you. as you search for this witch, you’re forced to deal with the consequences of your own actions. however, that proves to be difficult when they just can’t get enough of you.
(yandere! honkai star rail x reader) (modern au)
continuation of "when every man you date becomes obsessed with you" but is capable of being a standalone read
nsfw, dark content minors dni
"from now on, any man you date will forever be enamored with your very being."
you launch out of bed in a cold sweat. it takes you a moment to come back to reality and remind yourself where you are and that you are safe. for now.
you’d spent the better part of a week chasing down that witch. you’d spent countless hours lingering at the same street you first saw her, hoping you’d see her again. but even when you asked the neighboring shopkeepers, nothing came up. it was as if she never existed.
but you know she’s real because things just keep getting worse.
the breaking point comes on a random saturday morning when dan heng shows up at your door. of course, you’re not reckless enough to open the door without checking through the peephole first. however, you almost let out a gasp when you find that he’s trying to peep back.
you cover your mouth, hoping that if you’re quiet enough, he’ll leave.
he doesn’t.
“i know you’re in there.”
you feel sick to your stomach. you had some experiences with pesky exes, but none of them ever showed up at your door like this.
“what…what do you want.” your voice isn’t as stable as you’d hoped, but it’s loud enough for him to hear you.
“can we talk?”
“we can talk like this just fine.”
“i meant face to face.”
“no, i think i’m good right here. see? i can even hear you sighing through the door.”
“...please.”
the two of you stand at an impasse for what feels like forever. you’re stuck between a rock and a hard place: either you open the door and talk to him or you just let him stand outside your door forever. however, you know that dan heng is too rational to try something and you know that dan heng is too persistent to give up until you open that door.
so you open the door.
dan heng smiles immediately. it’s soft and hasn’t changed since you two dated—
“whoa!”
you raise the knife the moment he comes an inch closer. “try anything, and i’ll cut you.”
although you had once dated, you know that dan heng’s different now. he might’ve been rational then, but you don’t know about now. of course you wouldn’t open the door empty-handed.
he raises his hands in surrender. “i just want to talk.”
“what do you want?”
“i just miss you. i know that i scared you a little bit back when we first met each other again, and i admit i got a little ahead of myself, but i genuinely mean it when i said i wanted us to start over.”
you move the knife a little closer, squinting your eyes. “and?”
“you never answered me back then.”
“well, the answer is no.”
“can’t you at least think about it?”
you put a finger on your chin, looking as if you’re really thinking about it. one second passes.
“okay, i’ve thought about it. still no.”
your words cut dan heng sharper than your knife. he looks down at his feet, dejected, which astounds you. you’d never seen him this emotional, not even when you broke up with him.
“i know i was a shitty boyfriend. half the time you didn’t even know how i really felt about you and that’s my fault. i’m sorry i scared you, this isn’t like me at all. but, i don’t know, when i saw you again, i felt as if i had to at least try.”
dan heng reaches out a hand to caress your cheek. his touch is soft and careful and full of adoration. the old you would’ve gotten flustered, not used to this sudden initiation of affection. but now it just makes you sick to your stomach.
you jerk your knife towards him but he just as quickly pulls away.
“i love you,” he whispers softly.
you shut the door in his face.
“i just don’t know what to do anymore,” you mutter exasperatedly. “i’ve tried reporting to the police, but they just say that there’s nothing i can do. ‘there’s no concrete evidence that they’re an actual threat,’ they said. so what am i supposed to do? sit around?”
gepard hums in understanding, serval glancing at him in anticipation.
you’d told serval about your situation—that some creeps had been bothering you no matter how many times you tried to tell them off. you didn’t tell her about the witch, though. you were scared she wouldn’t believe you. or perhaps, there was still a small part of you that still didn’t believe in curses.
either way, when she offered to enlist gepard’s help, you were hesitant. but gepard was a police officer known for his unwavering righteousness, and you’d known him for almost as long as you’d known serval. you’d been alone with him countless times, if he was going to show signs, he would’ve done so already.
still, it doesn’t stop you from asking serval to accompany you in asking him. just in case. the moment he shows something, you’ll call it off.
“hmm, that sounds quite troublesome,” gepard muses. “i’m sorry you have to go through that. i’d love to help, what can i do?”
you fiddle with your fingers, still a little unsure. but when you think back to what’s been going on, you don’t really have that many options.
“i…i was hoping you’d stay at my place, just for the time being. i have a spare bedroom you could use. these guys have been following me around and i just don’t feel safe going outside anymore. i’m scared they might try something one of these days. you don’t have to do much, just… live with me for a bit, and when you’re free, run errands with me.”
gepard takes a moment of silence to think about it. you’re observing him like a hawk: any twitches, secret smiles, anything.
“that sounds good, as long as you’re a good roommate,” he says with a little smile. “after all these years, you’re like a little sister to me. i know how scary this has been for you, and i’d rather you feel safe in your own house, at least.”
you let out a sigh of relief. “thank you, thank you so much.”
even if he can’t perform any legal action, his strength and experience as an officer alone might scare them off at least for a little bit. you’d known for gepard for so long. he was a kind person.
and if things changed, well, it was better to be with the monster you know than the monster you don’t.
right now, you’re sitting on a bench at a popular local park. the sun’s out, and there are families playing nearby. it’s so peaceful, you almost forget who you’re meeting.
who am i kidding, you’re shaking.
at some point in time, when all the unsolicited texts and calls got too much, you finally caved in and answered. the two of you bickered back and forth, and you were almost about to hang up until he gave you an ultimatum. today, you came to this park to see him on the one condition that after this, he won’t bother you again. you don’t necessarily believe him, but you need to try something.
you’re spooked by the sudden chatter of a passing couple. they look to be in a honeymoon phase, fingers intertwined. there’s an aura of corny bliss surrounding them.
you glance at them from the corner of your eye, enviously watching as they pass by without a care in the world, completely indulged in each other’s presence. you remembered a time where you chased a feeling like that, to be wholly and unconditionally loved by someone. you hunted it down day and night, seeking validation from men and throwing them away the moment they gave the smallest sign of disinterest. you thought that this was the solution to finding your perfect someone, to fill this hole in your heart. it never did.
however, no matter how much you miss the absence of someone’s company, you have bigger things to worry about.
“i hope i didn’t keep you for very long, but you did come earlier than scheduled.”
dr. ratio doesn’t hesitate to take a seat beside you, a little too close for your liking. his arms are crossed and he isn’t quite looking at you.
there’s an awkward silence. and this time, you don’t want to try to fix it.
it’s a while before any conversation starts.
“is there something wrong?” dr. ratio starts “from what i remember of our first date, you and i were having natural conversation. i walked you back to your place, and we even slept together. don’t all of those details describe a successful date? but you won’t even reply to my texts, i’m confused.”
you blink at him incredulously. this is the most he’s spoken to you about something other than work. in person, anyway.
“i don’t know why, but from the moment i saw you, i didn’t feel as if i was myself anymore. my heart started pounding, my face felt warm, and i felt so nauseous i thought i was going to throw up. even when you’re not around, i can’t stop thinking about you. i can’t even focus properly unless it’s about you. i’ve looked in every book, researched for hours, but i don’t know what’s going on. i just want answers.”
he looks at you earnestly. there isn’t any haughtiness or ego to him.
you purse your lips, eyebrows furrowed as you squint at him in contemplation.
“here’s what i think, dr. ratio.”
“veritas, please.”
“it’s obvious you haven’t dated before. in fact, it’s so obvious that even a child could spell it out. your date etiquette is awful and your personality is even worse.” you’re venting at this point. there’s no use in having a long, drawn out monologue to someone who won’t listen, but all this pent up stress is getting to you. “clearly, no one’s ever said no to you before. but here’s the thing, dr. ratio, i don’t like you.”
dr. ratio grimaces. “what do i have to do to get you to like me?”
this guy just won’t take a hint. you’re so angry, you can’t even control yourself. you yank dr. ratio by the collar, staring at him from such a close distance you can feel his sharp breaths brush against your nose.
“absolutely nothing. you hear me?”
it takes you a moment to snap out of it. you let go of him instantly, surprised at yourself. oh my god, what did i just do?
“um… sorry,” you murmur, though you’re not sorry at all. if anything, you’re trying to placate him in case you genuinely did provoke him. “if that’s all, i’m going.”
just as you get up to leave, dr. ratio grabs your wrist and tugs so hard that you almost tumble into him.
“hey—”
“i don’t quite believe that,” dr. ratio hisses. “you can’t leave without answering my question.”
“i don’t have to answer anything. now let me go—”
“not until—”
“let go of her.”
the two of you turn to see gepard standing between you. unlike his usual calm demeanor, he’s glowering at dr. ratio menacingly. without looking away, he digs through his pocket to fish out his police badge.
“hands off.”
dr. ratio squints at the item, as if carefully accessing it for any sign of in-authenticity. “you called the cops on me?”
you inwardly let out a sigh of relief. having gepard hang around in the area was a good idea. you’re grateful dr. ratio didn’t notice him until now.
“of course she did,” gepard spits back. “you’ve been bothering her nonstop for weeks now. let her go or i’ll have no other choice but to arrest you.”
dr. ratio’s finally silent. eerily silent. his face is devoid of any emotion as he simply stares at you. you don’t know what he’s thinking when he finally lets go and walks off without another word. he doesn’t even look back at you.
the moment he’s out of sight, you deflate, falling onto your knees. “oh my god.”
“are you alright?” gepard immediately reaches out to catch you. “are you hurt?”
“i’m okay,” you say, at least physically.
you don’t exactly know what just happened, but you’re glad it’s all over now.
at least, that what you thought. when you get a call from an unknown number the next day, you’re scared that it’s dr. ratio.
you hold your breath as you answer it, ready to lay it into him for forgetting his promise.
but it’s not him.
“how did you get my phone number?”
“you gave it to me,” phainon answers softly. yeah, right. you’re sure as hell know you didn’t.
“what do you want?”
phainon sniffles through the phone. from what you hear, it sounds like he’s crying.
“i don’t know. but ever since that night, i’ve been… feeling so different. i can’t control myself anymore and i don’t know what to do.”
you stand there, a bit overwhelmed.
“please. i don’t know what to do.”
you’d been hearing that a lot recently. when you think about it, if this curse was actually real, then it’s not phainon’s fault that he’s feeling like this. it’s yours. though you’re not responsible for how exactly these men handled these feelings, it’s your fault that they exist. you should’ve never taken this situation so lightly in the first place from the moment you realized something was going on.
first it was dan heng, then it was dr. ratio, now phainon. they’ve been telling you about are all these new flood of emotions they can’t explain. if you can’t find the witch, you can at least try to learn more about the nature of this curse.
you quickly grab your things, sending a text to gepard and serval in case something happens. if they don’t hear back from you in two hours, they’ll call the police.
phainon’s apartment is the same as ever. you shuffle uncomfortably at the front door as you knock. there’s a rustling sound behind the door the instant you make contact.
when phainon finally opens the door, you don’t have the chance to react.
he swallows up whatever you were going to say, pulling you into a greedy kiss. his hands gently clasp onto your cheeks, pulling you close.
you press your hand onto his chest to push him away, but he only moans at your touch.
“what took you so long? i missed you so much.”
“phainon—”
he pulls you into a tight embrace, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck. it’s a bit ticklish.
“do you know how worried i was when i woke up and saw that you were gone? i thought something had happened to you. i was waiting for you to come back, but you never did.”
you awkwardly pat him on the back. “that’s my bad.”
“that’s okay, you’re here again, that’s all that matters.” you feel him decompress a bit. “since you’re here, does that mean that you want to actually want to keep seeing me?”
you recall the offer he made you when you first slept together. the look he sent you, wrapped up in his bed sheets. despite being the first to declare that he wasn’t looking to date someone, he’d been the first to fold and change his mind.
“um, that’s not what i’m here for.”
he pulls away and looks at you, perplexed. “then, what is it?”
“i have a couple questions to ask you.”
he smiles, pleased. “are you curious about me? ask away, i’ll tell you everything.”
you stand there, feeling weirdly embarrassed. you’re reminded of when dan heng was at your door, and you can’t help but feel as if the roles have been reversed here.
“how… how do you feel about me? what do you think of me?”
phainon doesn’t miss a beat to reply. “i…this might be a bit off topic, but i used to be really bad at expressing myself,” he starts. “i used to bottle up my emotions, thinking that genuinely feeling them would only bring about bigger problems. so i just ignored them until they went away. but they didn’t. except, i couldn’t really fix that. i’d spent so long hiding how i felt that suddenly showing them felt too overwhelming.”
he slides his hand down your arm to gently take your hand in his, caressing his thumb over your knuckles.
“but with you, it felt easy. i mean—the first time i cried in three years was when i realized that you were gone. when it comes to you, i feel like i could freely express how i felt and properly process things without having to fear for blowing things out of proportion. you… you have a calming effect, you know?”
you furrow your brows. “when did it start?”
he pauses for a second, thinking. “i don’t know. when you first stepped into my apartment? when i first kissed you and realized i could finally breathe? i don’t know. why don’t you want to come inside?”
after all that you went through? hell no.
it’s like he can tell what you’re thinking just from looking at your face. “please? i miss you. we don’t even have to do anything.”
you can tell that being around phainon any longer won’t get you anywhere. but it seems as if you had gotten something out of this conversation. phainon’s infatuation with you stems from a desire for some kind of safety net to rely on, and you don’t think you’re equipped with the right emotional tools to handle that. besides, you don’t know when phainon might snap, so you need to be out of here quick.
“no, i can’t. i have errands to run. i was just stopping by,” you lie. “...do you remember what you said to me that night?”
“we can just fuck each other, i’m fine with that. as long as you don’t see other men. i feel like i would hate that. i think i’d get angry enough to kill someone.” just reminiscing on his words brought a shudder to your spine.
“did you really mean it?”
phainon stares at you for a moment, before breaking into an apologetic smile. “no, i didn’t. i’m sorry i scared you, i got so wrapped up in my emotions i didn’t even realize what i was saying.”
you nod. you don’t know if you believe it yet, but you’ll have all the time in the world to think about it once you’re gone.
“okay. i’ll be going now. it was nice seeing you.”
“um, wait!”
you barely pause in your steps.
“will you come by again?”
this time you’re the one offering an apologetic smile. “we’ll see.”
with that, you take your leave. this time, phainon doesn’t stop you.
around this time of day, gepard’s still at work. he said there’d been a robbery nearby, and he wouldn’t get back until dark. so you’ll have the place to yourself.
by the time you’re close, it’s raining. but underneath the shingles, where it’s dry, rests a velvet box and a note on your doorstep.
i heard you were looking for a witch?
on the back is a location and a name.
the location brings you to a somewhat high-end restaurant. it looks too fancy to be anything you could’ve ever ate at with your current paycheck.
inside the box was a dress (there wasn’t even a tag, so you can’t even return it). you took a moment to appraise it before deciding to wear it. you might not want to, but if this person has something you want, you shouldn’t try to get on his bad side.
aventurine smirks when you take your seat across from him. it’s a candlelit dinner, a stark contrast to the clubbing scene where you first met.
it seems as if aventurine had already ordered for the both of you. your stomach’s in knots, so you don’t even bother to look at the food while aventurine takes it upon himself to dig in.
“it’s not drugged, you know. i’m not that much of an asshole,” he says in between bites. “though, if that’s your thing, then i can pull some strings.”
you scowl in disgust. “i’m not here to eat. i’m here to talk about the witch.”
then, as if it couldn’t get worse, aventurine laughs. he laughs so hard he almost chokes on his food. it takes a while before he stops coughing and gasping for air, taking a napkin to wipe his mouth politely as if nothing every happened.
“oh, the witch? she’s out of town.”
you look at him incredulously. “you’ve got to be kidding me.”
he shrugs, nonchalant. “can’t say i am.”
“you’re lying.”
“no, i’m not. think about it, you haven’t told anyone about her, have you. sure, they know you’ve become some kind of stalker-magnet, but that’s it.”
“so you know how my curse works?” you try to pry.
“no, not really. all i know is that you have this weird magical pull to you. she’s not really one to explain herself.”
“you know her?”
aventurine reacts dismissively. “you could say that, sure.”
“”but you don’t know where she is.”
“nope. like i said: doesn’t explain herself.”
“when is she coming back?”
“didn’t i just tell you?”
you lean closer, now fully engaged in the conversation. “then, are you under the same curse?”
aventurine leans closer as well, clasping his hands together and using it as his own personal chinrest. he’s clearly smug, as if he’s just showed off his trump card but hasn’t yet used it to its full potential.
“hmm, i think i’ll let you figure that out. but i’ll say this: i actually like you. a lot. so let’s just keep seeing each other like this, okay? i’ll answer any questions you have, and i’ll even let you know when the witch comes back. do we have a deal?”
you glare at him warily. you really don’t want to see him, but he’s the closest thing you have to finally getting rid of this curse. “meet each other like what?”
he taps his chin. “dinner once a week, how about that?”
“every other week.”
aventurine huffs and crosses his arms. “fine, every other week. but i get the feeling that soon enough you’ll be begging to see me everyday,” he replies with a wink.
you don’t dignify that with a response. instead, you finally pick up a fork and eat.
the food’s good.
living gepard has been peaceful. he’s quiet, clean, and thoughtful. however, you never would’ve guessed that he was a night owl. through the ungodly hours of the night, you can hear him shuffling around. whenever you actually get out of bed to ask him what’s up, he answers dismissively before going back to whatever he was doing.
one day, you wake up from one of your nightmares again, the witch’s words plaguing you. you feel antsy and oddly vulnerable, so you opt to leave your room in hopes of finding gepard working out in the living room or something (odd, i know, but he’s always been extremely disciplined).
just as you’re heading to the living room, you hear something. it’s as faint as it is unusual. at first, you think it’s a ghost. but upon further inspection, it’s gepard.
curious, you follow the noise. it’s coming from gepard’s room.
you’re only about five seconds away from his door when you hear it.
the soft whisper of your name.
there’s a soft glow of light coming from behind gepard’s door. it’s left ajar just enough that you can see the tiniest glimpse inside just from where you’re standing.
and when you look in, you’re horrified.
gepard’s muttering your name under his breath. in his fist is a pair of panties that you’d only just tossed into the laundry basket hours ago, wrapped around his erect cock as he pumps himself.
his face is fully flushed, his eyes closed in concentration as he continuously pleasures himself to the thought of you.
you’re absolutely paralyzed in shock. you’d practically known gepard since high school, he was like a big brother to you. the same guy who was so focused on protecting the people that he never even considered dating anyone.
“i love you so much,” he murmurs under his breath with a small groan. the crotch area of your panties is stretched over the head of his cock, a prominent wet spot soaking through. if you hadn’t known, you would’ve just figured it was your regular discharge.
you cover your mouth in horror.
suddenly, his pace quickens. with another call of your name, he finally cums.
and when he opens his eyes, he’s staring right back at you.
