𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭: (anon) Can I request an Ouri x reader? Where Ouri requests Utage for housekeeping for the third time, but she ends up being double booked, so reader, a friend and coworker of hers has to cover her shift for Ouri. And reader’s Ouri’s obsessed fangirl. So basically Ouri getting his very own crazed fan like the rest of the group.
𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Ouri Sakaguchi x fem!reader
𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 4.413
This was the third time the F/ACE royal found himself pacing around the small living space when the clock was about to strike 5 p.m., waiting in hopes of hearing the doorbell ring, turning the doorknob and seeing Utage standing on the other side.
The other two previous attempts at hiring Utage's housekeeping services (as an excuse to see her, of course) had failed miserably and had led to a plethora of thoughts that went from infuriated to dejected: "how busy can she actually be? tsk, idiot", "that poor excuse of a human... Tamon is holding her hostage in his place 24/7. Someone should call the police on that creep", "what's it about him that makes her want him despite knowing the truth?", "why won't she come to me?". This time, however, his skimming of the confirmation email following a short call with the company's secretary had ignited a feeble flame of hope, making him grow anxious in anticipation.
*ding dong*
Breaking news: the feeble flame had suddenly turned into a large-scale wildfire.
That two-second sound made him jump out of his seat and bolt towards the door. He caught a glimpse of his reflection in the mirror, mentally checking that his hair was stylishly in place and that a curated remix of his idol persona and his true self was all ready to go. Once he made sure he could keep his cool, he proceeded to unlock the door.
"Huh?! you're not kinoshita-san. Who the hell are you?!"
"Good afternoon, sir. As the email mentioned, my friend and coworker Kinoshita-san is unfortunately double-booked , so I have come here as a replacement. Please rest assured that I will work as diligently as she would. Here is my company ID for you to confirm that I am an actual employee of the cleaning company you contacted. We apologize for any inconveniences." Looking up from the bowing position she had assumed out of politeness, the girl saw how his blue eyes stared down at the piece of plastic as if it had personally offended him just by existing.
"The fuck ?!? The email clearly said she-"
As if expecting him to make that point, she swiftly took out her phone with the email in it for him to revise. Upon further reading, it turns out it did contain an explicit mention of the girl's conflicting schedules and how another housekeeper would be sent his way unless he canceled the service. Apparently, merely by seeing her name and the date confirmation written there, his brain had made up a whole separate scenario and deemed unnecessary a more careful inspection.
Anything synonym to "uncomfortable" would fit in a description of the atmosphere. Completely drenched in shame and self-hatred, the idol could not make himself say anything, not even attempt to let out any of the thousands of swearwords he usually hollered when in gorilla mode.
"Now, if you'll excuse me, I have work to do." Squeezing through a flabbergasted Ouri and the doorframe, she made her way inside.
His temperamental nature infused him with enough rage to snap out of his daze and go in search of the woman with the most audacity he had ever had the misfortune to encounter. "OI, WAIT A DAMN MINUTE"
He stopped dead in his tracks at the realization that, while he got his shit together outside, she had welcomed herself right in and: found the vacuum, sorted all the trash he was too busy to recycle, distributed her cleaning products by the room in which she would make use of them, and started cleaning the dining room floor.
Okay. That's impressive as shit. Was she a robot programmed to do chores at inhumane speed? Had she acquired superpowers from exposure to radiation? Whatever the case may be, perhaps the presence of this psycho was tolerable for the sake of his apartment being left spotless in no more than an hour.
And that's how Ouri Sakaguchi began his new life with a housekeeper.
A silent room was okay. Silence in general was more than okay. Silence pleasantly contrasted with the music bass being blasted on full volume during uncountable hours of rehearsal, the screams of cheering crowds in every event on his overflowing schedule and the many cars cruising by in typical urban rush. Ouri really liked silence. This silence, though? deeply unsettling to say the least. It was day six of her coming every other day and god, weren't things awkward as hell!
A young idol worshipped by millions, humiliated and intimidated in his own home? He seriously needed to put a stop to this nonsense; she was working for him and this was his place, he should stop being so childish and start acting as if there were nobody else roaming around.
With all the gathered courage on as armor, he moved from the comfort of his room towards the kitchen where she was currently doing the dishes. He tried to sit as casually as possible at the kitchen table, face resting against one hand while the other pretended to scroll through an app he would not be able to name if asked with how little attention he was paying to the screen.
Because he was actually staring at her. Had a stranger witnessed this, they would have dismissed this behavior as merely spacing out, a clear case of absent-mindedness and perhaps a pinch of grumpiness. However, that stare followed her every move with intent and sought refuge in the rest of elements within the room whenever he suspected he could be caught red-handed like in a game of hide-and-seek.
As much as it pained him to recognize it, there was no use in denying he felt at least somewhat compelled to her. He was used to girls swooning over him flashing a smile or fixing his deep sea blue hair, but this one did not show the least interest in his presence. Ugh, this strange need to make her pay attention to him was so infuriating, like an itch you just can't seem to reach and scratch. At least Utage passionately scolded him whenever he dared to insult her all-powerful god Tamon. Could it be that she was simply not familiar with pop music? That would mean she would not know F/ACE nor his charming idol persona...
"Ahem"
"AHEM"
His fake throat clearing finally caught her attention over the music playing on her noise-cancelling earbuds. "Is there anything you need, mister Sakaguchi?"
"Do you even know what I do for a living?"
"Should I?" Oh, a bit of tease in her voice, he thought, this is looking good already.
No sooner had the young woman turned around than Ouri went full Idol Mode: cheeks covered with a soft shade of red, tender eyes overflowing with tiny shiny stars and neon hearts, bright smile and playful giggles as cherries on top, the whole package basically. He came closer to her, to the point of having her body cornered between him and the sink. "Don't you know I'm Ouri, the prince of F/ACE? I could make you my princess if you dare accept the crown"
Since part one of his plan was already done, it was now time to contemplate the effect it had had on her. While he did not expect her to pass out from excitement, the usually venerated public figure was NOT prepared for such a... neutral? facial expression. He stepped back, reverting to his annoyed natural state once defeat was accepted.
"Whatever, you wouldn't know sophisticated seduction if it hit you in the face!"
He assumed the interaction was over and started to make his way back to his bed to rot peacefully in frustration, but he decided to stay in place once her breath showed signs of her having something to say. "Please be sensible and never do anything similar again. I am your cleaner after all, if I must remind you... "
"I uhm, I deeply apologize. I never meant to make you uncomfortable, yknow" He was not one to admit fault that quickly, but the sight of her back turned on him while delivering that message in such a tone somehow made him want to crawl out of his skin.
Time passed excruciatingly slow but her time to clock out still arrived. He bid her goodbye and got a glimpse of how, while taking her leave, one hand was covering half her face and feeble noises came out of her, something similar to stifled sobs.
He assumed their conversation had not been to his employee's liking, for the next day he spotted a pair of earphones covering the girl's ear canals. She was dusting the shelves full of performative decoration he had never spared much thought to, as he despised spending time in that apartment. The pastel blue apron she always wore had two front pockets that were by no means to be trusted with things bigger than a pack of tissues. At one moment, she was standing on her tiptoes to reach that last speck of dust left in the whole piece of furniture when her phone dropped. It was no big deal to Ouri's reflexes, which caught the device before it reached the floor.
As it had slipped while unlocked, Ouri caught a glimpse of what song was currently making her unconsciously do a little dance while performing her duties around the house.
"So, what were you doing listening to Sweet Magic? After our conversation I thought you didn't care about F/ACE. Hold on, were you making some of the moves from the MV?!?!?" The smugness in his tone was evident even without seeing the gigantic smirk plastered on his face.
"I simply wanted to see for myself what the fuss was all about"
The playfulness with which he had started this conversation faded in an instant, and in it's place remained a desire to know her actual thoughts. He tried to convey his genuine interest by softening his features. "And? How did you find it?"
She held his stare one second longer than usual, but then the clock decided to burst their little bubble by announcing the end of her working hours. Their hands got a brief taste of each other's warmth when she took her phone from his grip and, granting him a gentle smile and the most endearing airy laugh, she turned on her heels. "I'll see you on Monday, mister-"
"I told you to call me Ouri, idiot"
"Hahaha, right. Well then good night, Ouri" was the last thing that was heard before the door shut, blocking the sight of her walking away as well as the air from entering his lungs.
The song, her cute expressions, the way his name fell off her lips oh so sweetly, the ice wall that had existed between them seemingly starting to melt, the way her eyes talked to him. All this was way too much to handle for a heart that was only used to anger and dejection, so it did not take long for the shortness of breath to appear. He screamed silently, fearing she would still be within hearing distance, and his hair was being teared out as another consequence of extreme frustration. His next move had him crouching down, as if in excruciating pain. In that moment, one thought and one thought only remained in his mind:
"more"
"I want more"
"I want you to praise me"
"and I want you to do it all the time"
" more, please"
Ouri firmly believed he was losing it.
On the one hand, he was glad he was no longer fixating on Utage; he made peace with the fact that his obsessive need to possess the most precious thing in Tamon's life was a clear self-esteem issue he had mistaken for something else. Now the problem resided in the fact that he often found himself thinking about a person that was very hard to decipher. And yes, that person was the housekeeper he had been assigned to a bit more than a month ago.
At first, he believed to have many reasons to conclude she hated his guts, idol or not. But then, strange things began to happen whenever she was on shift. Small details that perhaps she thought went unnoticed. But he did see everything.
One time Ouri came back late from rehearsal in state of starvation and asked her whether she could whip up something real quick. She put herself to work after one nod and in the blink of an eye she had prepared a mouthwatering sweet treat. She retired for the day and he proceeded to devour her creation in peace; after one of the first bites he registered that was his favorite dessert, a fact he had not shared prior to this. He got weirded out for a second, but then reasoned it was the obvious thing to bake with the ingredients he had left in the pantry.
He decided to let that go, but then he caught her listening to yet another F/ACE song, this time deciding to remain silent and settle for observing from a distance. The list of similar occurrences kept on growing and they gave way to something that was making Ouri's heart to forget what a normal heartbeat felt like, with all the palpitations he was suffering. Was he one step closer to earning a place in her heart?
What was driving him the most crazy was the way the two had fallen into some sort of domestic routine (discussing what he should wear to whatever filming he had scheduled the following day, going on grocery shopping trips, redecorating the place together after her shift to "make it feel more lived-in" as she liked to put it, and a thousand more things that screamed ROMANTIC), the way she showed eagerness to connect with him only to backtrack the next second, like she had momentarily forgotten that accepting his advances was clearly unlawful.
The "ping" of a notification was what finally brought Ouri back to reality, cutting short the deep thought he was lost in. Fuck, a fan event that would take up all his day, which meant he would not be able to sit around the apartment and indulge in his favorite activity: chase her figure around with his gaze, waiting for the perfect time to engage in one of their initially awkward yet captivating conversations that were almost guaranteed to result in someone blushing. Never in a million years would Ouri have imagined he'd look forward to spending more time in that shithole than what was strictly necessary.
Despite everything that had been going on between them, the young man tried not to let his heart indulge in the fantasies where she fell for him for too long; she had met his B-side first and his made-up personality had had zero effect on her, so how could that disastrous chain of events lead to him getting the girl? Maybe Ouri needed to settle as a friend for the time being and rethink his strategy long-term, or should he just give up altogether? His dilemma would have to wait, because popstar duty called!
Ouri might suck at expressing his real feelings and interacting with people in a non-threatening way, but he was no idiot. He was awfully aware of his yearning for his own Utage, not her per se but the idea of someone devoting themselves to not only his on-stage presence, but also to the rough version that comes alive when the flashes are off.
Maybe, if he focused all his efforts on becoming a version of himself worthy of her love, then perhaps that stranger who had charmed him so easily could feel compelled to fill her heart and mind with everything that he is. He did not wish to mold her into anything, he lost his mind on the daily about her already. He simply wanted her to enter his world and, amongst all the options everyone seemed to always favor, he desired for her to not even spare them a glance and run straight to him and choose him.
"Ouri?"
No famous parents. No Tamon, or Natsuki, or Keito, or Kai. Him, only him. That's-
"Ouri?" Once his view stopped being blurry, his eyes landed on a photocard of himself and an expecting fan shaking with excitement.
"Oh please excuse me pretty, what were you saying?"
"It's okay! God what a beautiful smile, never drop it! I just wanted your autograph on this and on my T-shirt and on this CD"
"Sure thing! Let's also take a photo!"
"Fuck, I just can't concentrate on the event! I keep going back to... I'm always messing up but I can't afford to do that right now"
Hours passed by and finally the event came to an end.
"Heeyyy, thanks for the hard work, everyone. I'm gonna take a break outside before we leave if it's no problem" And without letting the organizing committee get a word in, he rushed through the back door to catch some breaths of fresh air, hoping to regain control over his mind. But something way more entertaining than some breathing exercises took his attention off the issue.
He couldn't help but snoop around at the minimal sign of confrontation. Three girls with his merch were crowding someone and yelling at them. He stood as close as he could without outing his whereabouts and that's when he saw it.
A tear-stained, trembling version of the object of his desires, staring at the floor looking down without any attempts of defending herself against the insults of the group.
"I can't believe a weirdo like you thinks it could be remotely interesting to Ouri-sama"
"Yeah I mean it's embarrassing how you thought we'd let you in and poison his handsome body with your disgustingly cheap caloric bomb. Homemade? I don't think so. Anyways we're glad you stayed right here, on the floor, like the trash you are-"
"HEY YOU JERKS, LEAVE HER ALONE!" The girls turned around to confront whoever was trying to intimidate them, but their plan was cut short when their eyes took in the sight of a fuming guy in a gorilla mask sprinting towards them. Given the situation ahead of them, the bullies decided that a timely retreat was their best option and ran off down a nearby alley.
The singer's heart was pounding from the sudden physical effort and the ire at the scene he had conveniently interrupted, factors also preventing his labored breath from evening. The sniffling figure beside him tugged his pants to catch his attention. "I- I really appreciate it but, w-why did you defend me? Do I know you? That would be so embarrassing-"
He needed answers and he needed them immediately. The mask fell off, revealing a pair of electric blue eyes the girl was unfortunately familiar with.
"Oi, stop talking like that, you did nothing wrong. Those idiotic creatures are at fault." Though he had decided to comfort her first (in his own way), something still sat wrong with him. " But why weren't you defending yourself?" He could not believe that the housekeeper who would boss him around and act so collected and calm would sit there and just take such verbal abuse from randoms. It kinda pissed him off but he contained his opiniated comment so as to not upset her any further. "Wait a second, what are you doing here?" Upon further observation, he almost fainted when he realized she was full in Ouri merch. "WAIT A SECOND, WHAT ARE YOU DOIN' HERE DRESSED LIKE THAT?!?!?! WHAT THE HELL?!?!?"
Her jaw hit the floor the second the gorilla man turned out to be her employer; the questions were augmenting her desire to be swollen by the ground beneath her feet.
"Aren't you gonna answer me?"
Silence. Another kind of silence that made Ouri's stomach turn.
"I'm aware you think I didn't know who you were when I started working for you. I did that on purpose. Not even Utage knows I'm a F/ACE stan, yknow. My plan was to create an even more exaggerated version of my work persona, a kind of robot whose only job was to clean and leave. I honestly can't believe I made it past the first weeks, my heart was never able to stay still and I feared you would be able to tell from the other side of the house haha" An attempt of a chuckle was thrown into the narration as the girl reminisced. "I had everything under control, at least until you... until you..."
"Until I started to chase you... But I don't get it. If you're such a fan and you have picked up on my intentions, how come you have yet to accept my feelings? Why are you pushing me away and keeping this secret?"
"I discovered your band as soon as you debuted. I watched all the video blogs, the interviews, I bought the magazines and every piece of merch I could afford. I even decided to participate in a fan event. But unfortunately my experience was not very pleasant; not only did the people in my life mocked me for it, but even the other participants of the event left me out of it, as if I was not allowed in their world, in your universe. And so from that day on I decided to keep to myself. And now I was trying to get someone about to enter the event to hand you this piece of cake; you can see how that turned out. But you gotta understand! How could I ever reciprocate your feelings? Losing you would be the end of me, I'd rather settle with the dream of you. That's safe and that's how it's supposed to be."
Ouri was a mess; his hair disheveled, tears running down his cheeks and a frown so deep it seemed like it would remain on his face forever. He made several attempts at speaking but none were successful. One last deep breath allowed him to assemble his thoughts into coherent words.
"I'm here and I'm real. Your love as a fan was already enough and precious, no one should have messed with that. But now I'm here by your side, the real deal, and I'm never letting you go. Because I see myself in you but I also see everything that I'm not, and I adore that. Fuck what's safe and fuck what's supposed to be. We'll prove to all the tasteless fools who wronged us that we are the greatest team the world has ever seen."
"Please let me kiss you. I might die if I don't in the next three seconds-"
The idol needed to beg no longer, for the fan kneeling at his feet rose up to grant him his wish.
"Just so you have been warned; I'm actually pretty crazy, especially when it comes to you"
"You have no idea how good that sounds to me"
(some weeks later)
"Um, where is the bathroom?" This was Sakaguchi's second visit to her apartment, so he was still feeing a bit shy. The first time, he had barely seen past the hall, since they were only there to grab her coat and leave immediately for the train.
"It's an ensuite! Go to my room" His girlfriend answered from the kitchen where she was fixing some drinks.
He felt up the wall to find the light switch and after a second the space lit up; the furniture, the color of the walls, the trinkets and paintings, all the elements present screamed "HER". He got giddy surrounded by her essence and scent, but he quickly shook his head and forced himself to focus on the mission at hand.
On the short walk from the door to the bathroom, he tripped over one of his untied shoes. After a moment, he decided to get up and take this humiliation to the grave. But before he could move on with his life, he noticed a blue box with his name under the bed. Ever since their messy confession, she had opened up to him and he couldn't be happier about it. However, this exact thing had not come up in any conversation, and a wicked smile formed on his face; while she showed her more fangirl side to him and he loved teasing her and pretending to be scared, she was still one one calling the shots and he still obeyed like a good boy. He dragged the box and placed it right before him and opened it.
Photos. Magazines. CDs. His version of the collab F/ACE did with that perfume brand. His fan. An array of blue objects (for aesthetic purposes, he assumed). Photocards. A lightstick. A nendoroid looking exactly like him? A- wait, was that a wrapping of the cookies he kept at home?! And under it was one of the shopping lists he wrote. And hey! He could clearly see the t-shirt she swore had been unable to take one more trip inside the washing machine due to its advanced age.
Before he could dig deeper into the treasure chest, a powerful presence materialized right behind him. His neck turned very slowly until his eyes met hers. A dark halo and a very strange glow in her gaze made her almost unrecognizable. Beads of sweat fell down his face while the lump in his throat refused to leave.
"What are you doing?"
"Oh hi babe"
"Oh hi handsome"
"Hello"
"You're holding my stuff"
"Hello my beautiful girlfriend"
"I see you found it. My Ouri collection."
"And I feel incredibly flattered. But why the wrapping?"
"It's from my first day working for you, I could not just go home without something to commemorate!" Her demeanor changed and turned into a much more characteristic softness. "You know I don't care about you snooping around, I just don't want to scare you off hahaha"
"Quit that shit! You know I'd never be such a pussy" He got really annoyed whenever she would said shit like that.
"... don't say that before finding the shrine"
"the what now?"
A closet door creaks behind him, giving way to a life-sized cardboard of the idol falling on him.
"AAAAAHHHHHHHHH"
"Stop being such a drama queen, we're gonna be late to our double date with Tamon and Utage"
"AAAAAHHHHHHHHH"
Don't mind his screaming. He's right where he wants to be.
What do you know about fae? 👀 perhaps one that wants to keep reader all to themselves?
Yandere fae x oblivious reader
honestly not a lot but I've read a bit of fae stuff so hopefully i got everything right and stuff 𐔌՞. .՞𐦯...
You don’t really know why you started your daily walks. Well, maybe you do it was supposed to be for your health. At first, you didn’t think it worked, but once you realized it actually made you happy, you started planning different routes.
It got boring, seeing the same things all the time, anyway, and wandering around places you've never seen before made it fun.
That’s how you ended up here, standing before a seemingly abandoned forest. The only other thing in sight was a sign that urged you to stay on the path if you valued your life…that you did.
The forest itself was breathtaking there were so many flowers, wild berry bushes, and plants just off the path. Still you were one to follow rules.
Yet, the deeper you went, the taller and lusher the trees became, and you kinda felt like you were shrinking or something.
Soft laughter could be heard just a little ahead. Without realizing it, you quickened your pace through the trees. Time seemed to blur the farther you went, and you couldn’t quite remember how long you’d been walking, only that you couldn’t turn back now.
That’s when you saw it, a clearing like something out of a movie and in its center, someone just as if not more beautiful. They looked…well, you kinda couldn't tell, but they were stunning, their gaze caught yours, and they smiled.
“Come join me, honey,” they called, voice as sweet as their word choice. “It’s so lonely here, you know?”
You hesitated, hands fiddling nervously at your side. “Ah, I thought we weren’t supposed to go off the path? Won’t you get in trouble?”
They smirked fondly. “How sweet, worrying about me. But who would catch us? There’s no one here but you and me, and I’d never tattle.”
You stepped into the clearing, the long grass curling around your legs. “Were you here for a walk too?”
They shook their head, “Oh, no. I came here to find something. I thought this might be an easy way.” They patted the moss beside them. “Are you hungry, dear?”
You hesitated. “Oh, I don’t want to be rude…”
“Rude? Honey, I’d find it rude if you didn’t take my offer.” They pulled out something you didn't quite recognize and pressed it into your hand. "It's quite good, you know"
“T-thank you,” you didn't notice the way their smile sharpened, but they were so kind, and your head felt a little dizzy.
“And what did you say your name was, honey?”
“Reader?”
That earns you a soft pat on the head. Normally, this might be a little condescending, but with them, it felt different.
And as you eat the food they offered to you, you start to feel more and more tired, like you couldn't keep your head up. Slowly, they guided your head into their lap, it was like a pillow.
“Are you comfortable?" they giggle, "just let yourself relax." They run their fingers softly along your forehead. "That’s it, I'll keep you safe with me. Just listen to my voice, let it settle deep in that small head of yours. No need to think, just let the worries slip away.”
You muster up a nod as the world around you spins. “Thank you,” you mumble again.
They hummed, delighted. “So polite. You’ve given me your name, your thanks, your trust. You really are a treasure- well, my treasure, now.”
They pull you into their lap. “Just rest. I’ll take care of everything. All you have to do is listen, and you’ve been doing so well, haven’t you?" They placed a soft kiss on the top of your head
"Let your thoughts drift away. Let your eyes grow heavy. You have nothing to worry about, because you’re mine now, and I take very good care of what’s mine.”
You blinked your eyes slowly before fully closing them.
Gah, your head felt so weird…please, you just wanted them to keep petting you, it felt so good. like a puppy cuddling in their owner’s lap, is that who this was? You can't really remember all that well, but it must have been true.
Hii! Do you know about that one trend where "asking my partner permition to eat" in public or with their parents, now imagine reader doing this to bakugo infront of mitsuki
She would beat up his ass LMAO
PERMISSION ✶ FT. BAKUGOU KATSUKI
── ✶ before you read: 1k words ; fem reader ; established relationship ; mitsuki and masaru are good parents ; katsuki has an aneurysm (almost) ; masterlist.
꒰ commentary ꒱ ✶ ANON YOU ARE TOO FUNNY FOR THIS ASK LMAOOO
“Kats, am I allowed to order a drink, too?” You whisper. “This one seems good. It’s okay if I can’t, though.”
Katsuki stiffens, turning to you in disbelief. The waitress pauses. Mitsuki raises a brow. Masaru looks up from the menu in concern.
“What the fuck do you mean allowed—what…what are you talkin’ about?”
“Am I allowed to get it?” You ask, like it’s a simple question. You give him a confused look before you add, “I don’t want to order too much and then upset you.”
The waitress gives him a look from the corner of her eyes. It’s a nasty look if you’ve ever seen one, and coupled by Mitsuki’s eyes narrowing at her son, you have to fight every bone in your body not to laugh.
“Did your head get knocked loose?” He does a double take. “Why the fuck would I be upset? You…okay, you know what,” he turns to the waitress, already having enough of your antics, and says, “add a large drink to that, please.”
“A large drink, got it,” she nods slowly, jotting it down. “How generous of you.”
You bite your lip when he stares after her incredulously as she walks away. And as soon as the waitress is gone, he has another problem just waiting.
You start, “Thanks for letting me get a drink today—”
“And just what do you mean let?!” Mitsuki cuts in, staring between you and her son.
You blink at her with your best innocent look. (One good thing about making it your lifelong hobby to get under Katsuki’s skin is that you’ve learned you’re very good at the innocent look. Exceedingly good.)
“Well, I mean, I know how he feels about me ordering things, so I just wanted to check that it was okay—”
“Hah!? What the fuck are you talkin’ about?” Katsuki stares. “How do I feel about you ordering things?”
You shrug sheepishly, feigning, to your credit, a very convincingly nervous look. “I just didn’t want to upset you.”
The look on Masaru’s face twists immediately to heartbreak—like he can’t believe his son would turn out this way. Meanwhile, Mitsuki’s eyes narrow into dangerous slits. Katsuki waves a hand gesturing at you in shock as if to ask, are you seeing this? as he stares at his parents helplessly.
“She’s messin’ around, I swear, she always does this—”
“Katsuki.”
“Don’t Katsuki me—I haven’t done anything!”
“You know,” Masaru says carefully, eyeing his son in disappointment, “sometimes people don’t realize they’re behaving a certain way until there are signs. But we have to look at the signs for what they are, son.”
“Dad—”
“No, let me finish.” Masaru holds up a hand. “You’re supposed to be equals in a relationship. If she’s worried about upsetting you over something as simple as ordering a drink, maybe you should ask yourself why she feels that way.”
“Because she’s insane!”
“Katsuki!” Mitsuki hisses, pointing a finger at him as she says, “don’t call her that! The only reason for that is because you’re driving her crazy—look at her! The poor thing! She’s shaking over there, and it’s because of you!”
“She’s not shakin’ for shit! Look—look at her! She’s fighting back a fuckin’ smug little look on her face because she’s—”
Mitsuki suddenly reaches across the table and catches him by the ear. “What have I told you about making girls feel respected, huh? This is why they’ve never liked you! And now one finally does and you’re scaring her off?”
“Ow—you fucking hag!”
She gives his ear a sharp tug. “Language.”
“Ow! Let go, you old—”
You look up innocently, “Please don’t scold him, he’ll be in a bad mood when we get home.”
Mitsuki yanks his ear harder at that, steam practically pouring from her own ears, and Masaru holds a hand to his chin in deep, concerned thought.
“Just what happens at home when it’s just the two of you, huh? Why is she scared about what’ll happen when you’re home?!”
“Nothing! Literally fuckin’ nothing, she terrorizes me at home, if anything! Look with your eyes, you old hag!”
Finally taking mercy on him, you chuckle, reaching over to ruffle Katsuki’s hair. He gives you a nasty side glare, but it softens just a smidge when you lean into his side and kiss his cheek.
“I was only kidding,” you beam at Mitsuki, “I just wanted to make him sweat a bit.”
She looks at you with a cautious gaze, her fingers still tightly wrapped around Katsuki’s poor (and red) earlobe as she asks, “Are you sure you’re not just protecting him?”
“Oh don’t worry,” you hum, patting your boyfriend’s chest as he shakes his head in irritation, “you’d be the first to know if he acts even the slightest bit out of line.”
“I never get a chance to be out of line, cause you’re the bossiest—”
Just then, the waitress arrives with your drinks. She sets yours down first. “Here you go, honey.” Then she places Katsuki’s down. The sour look she gives him could practically curdle milk. “Sir.”
Katsuki stares after her as she walks off, and you giggle as you pinch his cheek affectionately. “We should come back here next week, huh baby?”
“Yeah, if my face isn’t on a wanted poster at the door,” he grumbles under his breath.
You reach over with a cheeky grin, grabbing his drink and taking a sip before taking another from your own glass. After a moment of contemplating, you hum, “I like your drink better. I’m taking it. Here—” you slide him yours as you pull his own glass to your side of the table. “You take that one.”
He turns to his mother and waves a hand. “See?! She terrorizes me!”
“I’m not seeing a problem,” she says, giving him a less than impressed look. “All I’m seeing is a poor girl finally realizing her worth after dealing with your nonsense.”
He slumps into his seat, giving up, and you lean your head onto his shoulder, beaming up at him victoriously as he gives you a tired look. (And, much to your pride, you know are getting very, exceedingly good at getting under Katsuki’s skin—it’s a hobby you’re quite talented at.)
The weird ass relationship Ghost has with you is something that would trouble most therapists. Maybe it’s his bad childhood, seeing a scrappy and tired young man just out of college working a bum job with barely enough to eat on base that makes broken instincts kick in.
Maybe it’s the fact that he spends so much time killing people for a living, that you’re his last string of sanity being held together by taking care of you even though you don’t ask. You were nervous at first, before he’d taken off the mask and you’d seen Simon underneath. A broken man, poorly socialized with eyes that stared through walls. He clung to you like you were his only saving grace, curled into you like a poor battered dog most nights when there was no more death left to keep his thoughts straight.
Either way, his dick got hard taking care of you. Neither of you had really talked about it enough to identify whatever possible possible kink this would fall under , or maybe something stranger. But every time he bought you food and watched you eat, he’d be sucking you off in the bathroom after. Feeling the slight bloat of your tummy from a good meal, grumbling happily at the way your flesh gave way under his calloused hands.
It was strange habits like that. Coming home with new soaps for you that he saw in the store, even with your favorite smells stocked. wrangling you into the tub just so Ghost could rut his soapy cock between your ass cheeks, grunting and moaning about the nice scent on your body and how much he loved cleaning his stupid mutt up. Shampooing your hair while he plugged your hole up with his dick, rubbing in moisturizer against your chest like a man determined to try and pinch your nipples off.
Buying you new clothes and humping you viciously, dry ass lips and slobbering tongue down your throat as you clung to his larger frame. Listening to him whimper against your lips as the Big Scary Ghost comes in his pants because he liked the shirt he bought for you, groping and kneading the fabric against your back as he ruined his own clothes.
Not to mention he would get you to suck him off under the kitchen table while he sat through the bills each month, every time he made a deposit was another load down your throat. Shuddering against your tight mouth, refusing to let you do anything other than slowly lap at his balls as he signed away his paycheck into your account.
Gripping your hair after a fresh cut, running his hands over the soft sensation while he rutted into you against the counter, heavy stomach against your back and pinning you against the wood no matter how much you pleaded and whimpered.
“My fuckin’ bird,” he’d snarl, “dumb lil thing. You love bein’ doted on, huh? Stupid puppy, just happy to have my attention. New toys- new collars, new car. Hm? ‘S that what you like? You like just bein a useless little brat?”
You whined pitifully at the sharp tone, even though his hands were groping you reverently, and two loads of cum were dripping out of your ass.
“Mhm- yes baby- thank you baby,” you slurred back, humming at the drool that hit your back, falling from Simon’s lips as he sped up again. So eager to please you, send you over the edge again and again. He loved taking care of you, he loved you. The thought made his hips jerk against you, a third round spilling into your holes as you whimpered about how full you felt.
