summary: once in a lifetime you'll switch bodies with your soulmate and see the world through their eyes.
sukuna is initially frustrated when he's plunged into darkness in the body of a weak and blind woman, only to discover that there's more to her than he was expecting, leaving him on a mission to locate the shogi-playing courtesan whose soul called out to his.
word count: 11k
content: 18+ mdni, smut, soulmate au, heian era, initially rude sukuna, soft!sukuna, true form sukuna, courtesan reader, sickness, blindness, depiction of violence and death, happy ending, hurt/comfort, honestly its mainly fluff, devoted sukuna, piv, cunnilingus
a/n: after doing my satoru soulmate au i desperately wanted to do one for sukuna so here it is! inspired somewhat by komugi and meruem in hxh and ALSO by lakan and fengxian in apothecary diaries (as someone requested that from me!)
At one point in every personâs life, they will awaken in the body of another.
They will spend their day seeing through strange eyes, living out hours as a person they may have never met, trapped within their new form until sleep takes them and they are released back into their own body.
Those meagre hours are the only chance a person will have to find their other other half, to learn all they can about the body theyâve awoken in. Thereâs no second chance, no opportunity to swap for a second time.
If one cannot locate their soulmate after the day theyâve spent as them, they can find no further help. All they can hope for, is that they might stumble across their destined lover by mere chance one day.
Or, that their beloved did a better job than they did at piecing together the puzzle.
Sukuna found himself in anotherâs body in his mid-twenties, awakening one morning in complete darkness, even though heâd been certain his eyes were open. It was a strange feeling at first, a resignation to a suspicion heâd held all his life that there was no destined person for him, giving in to the belief that heâd spend a day floating in nothingness with no other half for his soul to cling to.
His assumption was broken swiftly, at the realisation that he still held some manner of awareness even if his sight was impaired. There was a breeze blowing against his body, chatter sounding off in the distance, and soft sheets were pressing up against skin which surely wasnât his.
This person, whoever they were, had a body that was exhausted. He ached in places heâd never ached before, his shoulders and upper back straining, like their owner had been carrying a weight beyond their capability. He felt desperately weak in that form, suddenly aware that he only had a human number of limbs to control, and lacked the strength and size he was used to commanding.
In the darkness clouding his vision, he was surprised to find that the blackness wasnât as deep as heâd originally thought, able to make out fuzzy shapes in the dark which he could only assume made up his surroundings. His hand reached for his eyes, setting his lips into a grim line at the confirmation they were open.
His destined lover was blind.
Disappointment settled into his chest. He had never taken much stock in soulmates in the first place, didnât really believe in love, but this just furthered his confirmation that the whole matter was a farce. He found respect for the strong - strength was the only thing that truly mattered to him, and yet here he was, in the body of a blind woman.
A feeble little thing hardly able to fend for herself.
What good was she to a man like Sukuna?
A knock on the door startled him. âAre you awake? The madam wants me to help you get ready.â
Sukuna said nothing, trying to figure out why it felt like your body wanted to draw in on itself, your pulse quicking in a seemingly innate reaction to the voice at the door.
âPlease, I know youâve been ill but heâs been calling every day for the past week, the madam doesnât want to keep him waiting any longer. Heâs been bringing forth all manner of threat, and if youâre not careful heâll buy you out. I know that isnât what you want. Just let me tend to you and allow him a visit. Keep his temper at bay.â
Sukuna frowned, attempting to piece together what was happening. It was hard without the visual clues of his surroundings, but based on the snippet of conversation he concluded that you were likely a courtesan of some form. Once again, his view of you, and the soulmate system in general, dropped through the floor.
Blind and a whore.
Perfect.
âOne moment.â He called out, taken aback by the lovely feminine voice that fell from his lips. It was a soft, delicate sound, one which wouldnât sound out of place accompanied with a harp. He found himself shocked at how much he enjoyed it, considering saying something else just to hear it again.
Finding the door proved to be a more difficult task than heâd been expecting. Heâd already stumbled standing up from your bed, thrown off by his lack of vision and by feet that were ridiculously small compared to what he was used to. His centre of gravity felt all wrong, and his body felt generally unbalanced without his lower set of arms.
Moving at a snail's pace, he made it across the room, impressed that he didnât run into anything on his journey over. He was grateful for the shadowy outlines present in your visionless gaze, certain that the situation would be made harder without even that as a guide.
Fumbling for the handle, he slid open the door. âMorning. Oh honey, you look like a ghost.â A hand pressed against his skin, and he was ushered over to another part of the room, grateful for the guidance. There was the sound of a chair being moved. âTake a seat.â
Sukuna hesitated, not quite sure where the chair was. He reached out nonchalantly with his hand, trying to feel for it while the other womanâs focus was elsewhere, seemingly rifling through a bag of something. Able to just about make out a black splodge in the centre of his vision, Sukuna took a seat, only to thud down onto the floor.
It hurt. It hurt significantly more than pain Sukuna was used to enduring. Heâd experienced all manner of injury - heâd had his blood and guts pouring out onto the floor in the midst of a fight, but somehow this was worse. How fragile was this body of yours? He was glad that he wasnât born as some weak human, grateful that the abominable aspects of his body increased his strength rather than weakened it.
How could you live like this?
âMy lady?â The woman seemed immediately panicked, reaching down and easily hoisting you up by the arm, aiding Sukuna onto the chair. âIâm sorry, you usually tell me you donât need assistance, I wasnât expecting-â she cut herself off for a moment, leaving Sukuna in silence and struggling to read the room with no visual cues. âYou donât seem like yourself at all this morning. Youâre being very quiet.â
Sukuna said nothing, certain that he could hear the hint of a smile in the womanâs tone.
It was said that when soulmates swapped bodies, you could not under any circumstance tell someone that you were a different inhabitant to usual, else the spell would be broken and youâd both be immediately sent home.
It was an option Sukuna had contemplated the moment the woman walked in, eager to return to his own healthy form. However, he was also a man of great curiosity and it wasnât like he had much going on at his estate that day anyway. So he opted for silence, figuring heâd at least see, or hear, how the day played out.
There was no harm in that.
Regardless, the woman had seemingly sensed it immediately based on her sudden change of demeanor, but being likely as aware of the rules as Sukuna was, she kept her suspicions silent.
âIt's Officer Sugawara whoâs set to see you today,â she explained, soft hands running through your hair with a comb, giving Sukuna a shiver of pleasure. âYou usually play shogi with the guy for a while and let him get drunk. Heâs a proud man whoâs desperate for a legitimate win, so you always give him your best and he refuses to give up until heâs too pissed to think anymore. So be on your best game, or he might want to pass his time in another way.â
The warning was clear and Sukuna found himself disgusted. If that man tried to lay a single hand on you while he was inhabiting your body, heâd make sure Sugawara wouldnât walk out of the establishment alive.
Fortunately, Sukuna was an avid shogi player. He held a great love for the game and was self-assured where his skill was concerned. No one in his estate could beat him, so he was certain he could beat some Officer of the Shogun.
Although, heâd never played it blind - a fact that mildly concerned him.
He hoped the pieces were skillfully made with deep indents, else heâd be completely lost.
âEven though youâre usually talkative with me, youâre not all that chatty with regulars, so itâll be fine if you stay quiet. On account of you not feeling yourself and all,â she said with a knowing giggle.
It took an ungodly amount of time for that woman to get you ready, and Sukuna wondered how you could bear experiencing such a thing day after day. It seemed such a waste to have so much effort devoted to doing your hair and make-up, and dressing you up, when you couldnât even see the end result.
For all you knew you could look like a clown.
But Sukuna quickly became certain that wasnât the case when he was led into another room, your helper grasping his arm in a steadying manner and making sure he was settled down on a pillow before introducing him to a man sitting opposite him. Sugawara wasted no time with greetings, letting out a gasp of awe at your radiant appearance and reaching out to kiss your hand.
Sukuna wanted to reel away at the feeling but remained still all the same. He hoped he didnât have too much of a scowl on his face.
Even if he didnât have any interest in you, he didnât really want to ruin the life of some random blind girl. He loved cruelty, but even for him that felt like an unnecessary slight to a person who was supposed to hold the other half of his heart.
âYou look gorgeous. Not sickly at all, might I add. I hope the madam hasnât been telling lies.â
You were sick - outside of the blindness - Sukuna could feel it. At first heâd brushed off your frailty as something normal for puny little humans, but since rising from your bed heâd become aware that your quivering legs, aching bones and hummingbird heart were far from normal.
âI havenât been well,â he said simply.
âOh you poor thing, it's always the most beautiful ones who suffer the most.â
Sukuna found himself wondering what you looked like. He had a vague knowledge of Official Sugawara - he wasnât an ugly man, certainly not one lacking in prospects by any means. He was powerful in his position in the government, and wasnât the type who would visit some woman out of pity.
You mustâve been genuinely gorgeous to earn such affection from him.
It was a shame Sukuna would never know.
He wouldnât look for you once he was back in his own body. Heâd move on with his life and that would be that, leaving this day as nothing more than some distant dream.
The games of shogi went by quickly, and Sukuna found that it was easy to slip into your body without arousing suspicion. Once heâd gotten over the original barrier of having to feel each piece for their indents as he picked them up, he fell easily into the flow of it all.
This man across from him seeked little conversation once the games had started, and Sukuna was pleased at how well he was playing that afternoon. He didnât let the man win once and, as your attendant had mentioned, Suguwara filled himself up with more and more drink. It felt nice to play someone outside of his estate, most of his servants were too afraid to face Sukuna in any sort of test.
It was equally nice to completely destroy a government official with his skill. He was certain this man was having the worst game of his entire life, unaccustomed to this treatment from the lovely courtesan heâd frequent.
But it was at the end of the seventh game, when Sukuna was feeling at his highest, that a disastrous hit would come to his ego.
âYouâre really off your game today. I see you really arenât feeling well,â Sugawara said. There was the sound of shuffling fabric, as if the man had leant forward.
âWhat?â Sukuna asked, the low disbelief coming out strange in your small voice.
âYour plays are much sloppier than usual. It feels like youâre going easy on me, given you usually destroy me before I can even think about what to do next. Today youâve been giving me proper games. I donât like it. You know I hate being pitied.â
Sukuna had to stop his mouth from falling agape.
He wasnât playing bad games by any means, on the contrary, he was certain that he was playing better than he had in a while, happy to have a new opponent for once. Was this man really saying that you, the normal you, was more skilled at shogi than he was? He really found that hard to believe.
What would some blind courtesan know of tactics?
âPerhaps youâve simply improved,â Sukuna mumbled bitterly, unwilling to accept that your mastery was greater than his.
Sugawara laughed. âHow polite of you, my dear. I can assure you that isnât the case, and we both know it.â There was some shuffling, and Sukuna sensed that the man was climbing to his feet. It was frustrating to have such limited vision, and he was glad to know that heâd wake up the following day able to see the world once more - he couldnât imagine living like that all the time. âIâll leave you to rest. When I return in a few days you best have returned to form, or perhaps the nature of our meetings will need to change.â
A heavy hand rested on your shoulder, wet and clammy against the silk you were draped in. Sukuna wasnât sure if the disgust was born from his own thoughts on the matter, or from an impulsive response from your body. From your attendantâs words it was clear that you would never sleep with the man, likely keeping your shogi skills sharp to ensure he never won.
Once he was gone, Sukuna sat there in silence, thinking on the manâs parting words.
Were you really so talented?
Part of him wanted to convince himself that heâd been playing worse than usual on account of not being able to see the board, making it difficult for him to think out moves in advance, taking more time than normal while he grazed the pieces with his fingers.
But deep in his soul he knew that wasnât the case.
Heâd played expertly, and still that man knew his opponent wasnât the real you. All on account of how amateur Sukunaâs ability had seemed compared to yours.
And as his day drew to a close in your body, he realised that he had to know. He had to play you, had to see firsthand just how dramatically your skill exceeded his. He wouldnât believe it until heâd seen it.
The soulmate thing didnât matter.
But he needed to meet with you all the same.
Just to sate his interest. That was all.
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Months had passed since the day youâd swapped with your soulmate. Since the morning youâd awoken to a world of light of colour youâd never seen before, and would never see again.
It was a day youâd never be able to forget - the image of the grand estate youâd awoken in seared permanently into your mind, just like the face of your soulmate who had stared back at you in a bronze mirror. Youâd gazed upon his body for longer than you should admit to, wondering for a brief moment if youâd misunderstood how humans looked.
That thought didnât remain for long. It took no expert to understand that the man youâd been paired with was something unique - the very four armed monster who had half of Japan living in fear.
And as such, you wished you could forget your experience in his body, wished you could see anything but his oddly charming face, because your promised beloved was a monster of the highest calibre. But with only one singular day of vision under your belt, what youâd seen wasnât so easily displaced, and you found yourself thinking of him often with a longing that you knew to be wrong.
You had told no one of the experience, not even your handmaid, who had outright asked what your body swap experience had been like, what your soulmate had been like, claiming that whoever they were had presented themselves as rather reserved when possessing your body. Youâd brushed her off with a shrug, claiming him to be some soldier and nothing more.
No one could know the truth. If they knew you to have any link to such a terrible man they might view you as an associate, and someone deserving of death for something you hadnât asked for.
The workings of fate seemed strange to you. Was it not enough punishment to be born blind? Why would you also be paired with a monster who seemed to view the human race with general disdain? You were certain he cared little for love, his servant had made that clear when you were in his body, so any hopes of having a soulmate had been stolen from you as a result of this pairing.
Part of you wondered if a man so vile as him might even take things a step further and track you down to put an end to your life, insulted by fate to suggest that it could control him in any capacity. Perhaps he would be further insulted to be paired with someone so damaged rather than some untarnished beauty.
Youâd always heard he held great hatred for weakness.
Even so, despite your fear and desire to conceal yourself from him, you couldnât forget him, couldnât stop the flicker of longing in your chest you were certain all people held for their destined lovers. Because while he was unquestionably a monster, with a throne of skulls you had witnessed through his very eyes, he also seemed to be more than that.
He was a man of great loneliness, living in grand halls with only a handful of servants for company - and all but one of them would scuttle out of the way when he approached. He seemed to hold a great love for art, with his estate packed with paintings and tapestries and great vases, all kept in pristine condition. For a cannibal, he seemed to take great pride in the cleanliness of his surroundings, in the neat nature of his gardens and springs.
Even in his own appearance, he seemed to take great care, for there was no denying him to be a handsome man even with his unique features. He had a voice to match that beauty, one that you could hardly peel from your mind any more than you could forget his image.
His body was hard to maneuver, too big and confusing to control his many hanging limbs. In a way, it felt akin to your blindness, something different to the way humans were built to be, leaving him to struggle with an issue that no one else could relate to. You wondered how it had been for him in childhood - if heâd felt as isolated and scared as you had to know that everyone else was normal in a way youâd never been.
You pitied him, even through all his sins. You felt you could understand at least a piece of him from a day buried within the confines of his skin.
But still, you would never reach for him - wouldnât poke the bear even if you could understand why it might bite. You were certain that someone like him would be unwilling to hear you out, unwilling to love or reflect on how he became the way he was - he would swipe your head from your shoulders just like everyone else, and that would be that.
So you would stay away, keep your dreams of him locked deep within your chest, and accept that distance was for the best.
There was more to life than soulmates.
Unfortunately, that choice wasnât yours alone to make.
The madame had knocked on your door early that morning, with the golden light of the sun only just starting to peek in through your window. Lately youâd been having longer lie-ins and taking less clients as the cold of winter gripped the region. Along with the blindness, youâd been born with a particularly feeble body as a result of complications with your mother during her pregnancy, ailments which were always worse for you in the colder months.
Your bones strained as you pushed yourself up to a sitting position, calling for the woman to enter. As much as you longed to slip back into your dream of red eyes peering back at you with fiery desire, you were still beholden to the will of your employer, even in your months of weakness.
âHow are you feeling, my dear?â She asked, as she slipped in through the door. You felt her weight dip the bed as she took a seat beside you, a gentle hand coming to rest on your shoulder.
âMornings are always the worst but I can manage once Iâm up and about. Has Sugawara come calling again?â Most regulars were understanding enough of your condition, and those that werenât would generally be chased off by the madame or unloaded onto another of the courtesans. Sugawara was one of the few that generally wouldnât accept such treatment, with only eyes for you.
It didnât matter too much since the man only ever wanted to play shogi, and that was manageable enough even on your worst days. It seemed that he had no intention of laying with you until heâd beat you in a game fair and square, claiming that if that ever happened heâd buy you out and take you home for he wouldâve earned your heart.
That talk always made you uncomfortable, for you had little interest in the man, but you were more than certain he had no chance at ever defeating you at shogi, and could therefore never lay claim to you - assuming he kept his word.
âNot SugawaraâŠâ There was hesitation in her voice. âWeâve received a request for our finest shogi player to be sent to the mayorâs home this evening. Apparently the other courtesan houses have received the same request.â
âI didnât think the mayor cared much for shogi.â
Again, there was a moment of silence. âNo, he doesnât. A rather unwanted guest has taken up residence in his home, and this is the demand that has come of it.â Immediately your blood ran cold, thoughts drifting away from the madameâs continuing chatter to the red eyes that sat so prominently in the darkness of your mind.
There was no question in your mind as to who this guest was.
And to call for shogi players had you certain he was looking for you. Would he execute you when you walked into a room so clearly lacking in vision? Put an immediate end to the one person who could potentially stir his cold heart if fate were to be believed?
It seemed like the only reasonable explanation
The request to send another in your place died on the tip of your tongue as you once again tuned in to what the madame was saying. â...make sure youâre in top form, Iâve heard any who lose to him are immediately disposed of, but Iâm sure that man will be no match for you.â
You wouldnât send another to face their death. You were the only courtesan in the house who was any good at shogi, anyone else would certainly perish. This was a meeting dictated by fate and you had no opportunity to run from it. You would face him head on and deal with your death graciously, greet your end alone in the dark just like everything else youâd ever faced.
âIâll do my best,â you said to the madame, and that was the final moment you had for yourself, your sacrifice sealed by your words.
The rest of the morning was spent in a frenzied rush, dressing you up and perfecting your makeup, turning you into a sparkling beauty ahead of your presentation to a monster. Based on the quiet nature of your handmaid, the experience felt more like she was dressing your corpse for burial.
Neither of you spoke such a thing aloud, but tears dripped from sightless eyes all the same when she led you out to the carriage, the madam trailing behind her, sending you off with a soft farewell filled with a sense of finality.
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Sukuna had undergone an annoying few months.
Steadily, he had made his way, region by region, up to the north of Japan in search of a blind shogi player whose skill allegedly eclipsed his own. In each area, he would call upon all shogi-playing courtesans to meet with him and join him in a game, in the hopes that one day it would be you sitting across from him.
So far, heâd been unsuccessful, and had left a growing pile of bodies and burnt villages in his wake, utterly irritated that the thing he was seeking still evaded his grasp. No one had beaten him. A few had come close but none of them had been blind, so he could be certain that they werenât you.
He was beginning to wonder if youâd gone into hiding somewhere, forsaking your courtesan life entirely in a bid to avoid him. It wouldnât surprise him - youâd been in his body, youâd seen he was a monster, a fragile little thing like you was probably terrified at the idea of ever crossing his path.
Either way, heâd still persevere. Heâd kill every shogi player if that was what it took to get to you.
Heâd recently found his way into the mountainous region of Miyagi, where winter was in full spring. Taking up residence in the mayorâs home in one of the more populous towns in the prefecture, he once again started his usual process of gathering the shogi players. Word spread fast and droves of them appeared swiftly, waiting to be called before him.
It went much as usual, with boring girls presenting themselves before him and providing him with equally boring games of shogi. These people were painfully predictable with no appreciation for the art of the game - really it was a gift for him to steal their lives from them, because he couldnât imagine living while being so pitifully unskilled.
The pool of Miyagi courtesans was gradually running dry and Sukuna was preparing himself for another disappointing journey further north when his luck finally shifted.
He knew heâd found you the moment you walked in through the door.
Youâd stumbled in meekly, eyes averted down to the floor as you bowed low and shuffled towards the centre of the room. You were taking care not to raise your head for him to look upon, and he quickly realised you were making your best effort to conceal your blindness from him, like you could keep your identity secret that way.
It was a futile attempt, for the very atmosphere around you felt charged, his heart picking up inexplicably at the very sight of you.
To say you were beautiful was an understatement. Everything about you was gorgeous, from your soft hair to the striking intensity of your unseeing eyes. You wore the finest silks and they hung off you well, complimenting your figure. He found himself eager to touch you, to rid you off your lovely gown and have his fingers against your smooth skin.
But that wasnât the reason he had come, and he would play you before entertaining any other matter.
âSit,â he ordered, taking great amusement in the shiver that seemed to run through you at the sound of his voice.
You dropped to your knees on the cushion before the board, hands pressing against the edge of the table. It was the first chance he got to take a proper look at your eyes, expecting them to be clouded over, but taken aback by the lovely colour your irises still held beneath that mist.
âYouâre blind.â He observed aloud, taking note of the way your teeth caught your lower lip anxiously.
âI see more than enough,â your response was guarded.
He hummed, a sly grin settling on his face. Idly, he wondered if you could sense it, because you seemed to tense up a little, fidgeting across from him in a way his traitorous brain seemed to register as endearing. âIs that so? Do you see enough to know my strategy before we commence? Or will you disappoint me like the others?â
âYou tell me.â
Your words had his heart stirring against his will, impressed by your serenity before him, still sitting up straight and calm despite the fear he could sense within you. You were a woman who held confidence despite it all, harboured strength even in the face of your obvious weaknesses. He wondered what you were thinking, if you believed he was there to execute you for the mere transgression of being his soulmate.
It wasnât a foolish assumption.
He would kill you without a second thought if you were uninteresting to him.
But heâd reserve that judgement until after you had played. He had been promised someone exceptional and that was what he wished to see, anything less and your blood would stain the floor just like every other woman who had sat before him. Would you still be so calm if you could see the bodies littering the room? He assumed not.
He wondered if you hated him, if you cursed fate itself to be paired with a man like him. Nothing about you gave anything away, all your focus fixed on the board in front of you, your hands moving steadily against the wood of the board, as if centring yourself.
âShall we begin?â He asked.
âYes.â
Sukuna couldnât quite comprehend what had transpired in that first game he played against you.
He had approached things in much the same manner that he always would when playing shogi - opening strong and attempting to completely overwhelm his opponent, and yet somehow he found opportunities snatched from him at every turn.
Nothing seemed to catch you off guard. Any attempted play was greeted with an easy answer from you, as though you were battling a child. You were always three steps ahead of him, never hesitating in the shifting of a piece, moving with a certainty that had him transfixed.
He found that he couldnât draw his eyes away from you, his struggle on the board forgotten at the realisation heâd been well and truly defeated. There was no point in struggling further - you had swatted him aside in the way that he usually defeated others, and you had done it with no glee or brag, nothing more than passive indifference once the games finally came to an end.
Your shoulders were raised, as if awaiting something you wouldnât be able to see coming. A strike from him, perhaps? Or the neat removal of your head from your shoulders? The same fate of all others heâd played across the last few months.
But he wasnât in the position to do anything at that moment, lashes fluttering as he stared at you, his heart hammering against his ribcage.
There had been no lie told about your skill - on the contrary, you had exceeded his expectations spectacularly. He wanted to play you again and again, wanted to witness the beauty of the way you played, wished to spend hours lost deep in thought considering how he could even begin to pick you apart in a match.
He could spend years sitting across you, gazing upon your lovely form while you worked away in silence with such unquestionable mastery.
No wonder Sugawara had been disappointed in Sukunaâs ability. He couldnât hold a candle to what you were.
âHow?â He asked, unable to think of another word to offer.
Your head was still lowered, eyes fixed elsewhere. He wished youâd look at him, allow him a clearer view of your face, but it occurred to him that such a request may not be easily granted with your lack of vision. You would never be able to lock eyes with each other - it would be something entirely meaningless for you.
âYou arenât all that good,â you spoke softly, a smile playing on your lips.
Sukuna disagreed with your sentiment, considering heâd never been beaten before, but perhaps youâd consider all his previous opponents to be genuinely pitiful at the game.
âSo, will you take my life now? Or is that reserved for the losers?â You asked.
âTo take the life of someone I could not best would be cowardly and pointless,â he said with a snort. âHow would I ever grow to be better than you if I extinguished you from the world? Donât be foolish. We will play again.â
And again you played.
Game after game until the sun began to rise in the sky, and Sukuna could sense exhaustion drifting through your fragile form. You were shivering from the cold, and he had Uraume bring in a robe to wrap around you, keenly aware of how sickly you seemed to look beneath all the beauty. You were setting up the board for your tenth match when Sukuna finally put an end to things.
âEnough. I would take no joy in defeating an exhausted opponent.â He rose to his feet, stretching as he moved. He wasnât keen on remaining still for long periods of time, but you seemed accustomed to it, staying deathly still upon your cushion, uncertainty evident in your posture.
âThen, you will send me to my home?â You asked.
âNo.â The word escaped him before he could stop it.
He did not wish for you to go anywhere, lest you slip from his grasp never to be found again. It was because he wanted to play you more, thatâs what he told himself, but there was more to it than that, and in his soul he knew it.
He never wanted the image of you on your knees before him to slip away, never wanted to lose the pleasurable feeling of warmth that swelled in his chest with you there within his gaze.
âYouâll accompany me to my home, and weâll play until Iâm satisfied.â
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Weeks had passed since youâd arrived at Sukunaâs estate in the Hida Mountains.
Youâd been given no time to bid goodbye to the women at the only home youâd ever known, swept off in a carriage down south where you had to relearn your surroundings in a totally new environment.
Of course, it wasnât the first time youâd been in the estate, but that experience made little impact on the ease of traversing around with no vision. You had to move slowly, fingers brushing on blurry objects shadowed in the darkness, hoping you didnât trip over something or walk into a screen door.
For the most part, you were left to your own devices. Sukuna had spoken little to you on the journey home, opting to ride on his horse rather than in the carriage with you, and heâd been equally elusive in his own estate, leaving you in isolation for days at a time.
You couldnât complain, for your days were spent in peace and serenity.
You would take long walks in the breeze of his garden, have his servants read aloud to you, and practice playing the erhu. On days where it was particularly cold and the chill seeped into your bones, you would remain in the grand bed he had provided and find greater comfort than you ever had in the old bed youâd laid upon in the courtesan house.
The only obligation you ever had to fulfill were shogi games. And during the times that he wasnât absent from the estate, those would take place every evening, in Sukunaâs own private quarters.
It was an odd decision, considering that the servants played shogi out in the garden, where a proper table was set up for that purpose. But it seemed that Sukuna took care in ensuring your meetings were private - a decision you didnât dare read into too deeply.
You didnât dare read into any of his behaviour too deeply, lest you rip your own heart from your chest.
That first meeting with him had been like nothing youâd ever experienced - genuine desire overcoming you at the deep tone of his voice. Even knowing that he could cause your death with little effort, you couldnât bury the lust within you, a fire that only burned stronger with each encounter with him.
It was hard to hold it together, to pretend that you wouldnât fling yourself into his arms given the chance, but you tried all the same, keeping yourself distant and cold, like you didnât dream of him between your legs each night, imagining the sound of his voice whispering sweet nothings against your ear.
Whether he felt the effect to the same extent you did, you werenât sure. You were certain youâd never know. His interest in you was surrounding shogi, and shogi alone.
One evening, you were sitting across from him having played a handful of games, finding victory had fallen into your hands even more easily than normal. Sukuna seemed distracted by something, the sound of fidgeting settling in your ears. He hadnât moved to start a new game, and based on the shadowy shapes in your vision, you could only assume he was leaning forward upon the table, bringing him close enough for his breath to fan your face.
âI killed today,â he said. Those were the first words heâd spoken to you that evening - you always followed his example with conversation, if he was feeling chatty you would indulge him, if he wished for silence you would give him that too.
You werenât exactly sure where he was going with that statement, nor were you certain what type of response he was seeking, so you offered him a hum of acknowledgement and little more. You didnât wish to think of the death that stained his hands, but nor did it build your animosity towards him.
To some extent you could understand lashing out at the world when you were someone so desperately lonely as he was. Part of you believed that if you hadnât been so frail perhaps youâd lash out at the world for your own condition. His primary servant had told you heâd been despised throughout his life, and when you find only cruelty in humans it's difficult to cling to kindness.
Sukuna wasnât so simple as a mere monster. Youâd understood that in the day youâd spent in his body, and had only further confirmed it by the intelligence he displayed when youâd speak over games of shogi. He had a great admiration for art and skill, and had seemed rather taken when youâd recited poetry, responding with verses of his own.
He was a multi-faceted man, and much of what you saw only seemed to further your attraction to him, even knowing it was wrong, even knowing youâd be hated for it. For once, you felt youâd found someone who understood what it was like to be you, to be cut off from the easy lives lived by most others.
A soul that entwined so perfectly with yours, even if heâd never be aware of such a thing.
âDo you wish to know who I killed?â He asked.
âI know few people, my lord. I doubt a name would mean anything to me.â
âThis one might. Iâve heard youâre familiar with Officer Sugawara? Heâs one of the Shogunâs men?â
Thoughts of your regular flickered through your mind. If you were being honest with yourself, you were glad to not have to see him anymore - him or any of the other clients youâd been forced to take. Courtesan life had been difficult for you, forced into it thanks to the conditions of your birth and kept there by a disability that made it hard to escape the life for something better.
Life in Sukunaâs estate had been easier, especially as the weeks passed and you grew more comfortable in the belief that Sukuna wasn't going to steal your life from you. Youâd lived in fear of Sugawara buying you out, of being forced to live like some doll in the house of a terribly boring man whose voice sounded like nails on a chalkboard to your ears.
âI know him.â
âKnew him, would be more apt. His body lies at the foot of the mountain.â Sukuna spoke matter-of-factly. âHe came to claim you from me. I refused and we couldnât reach an amicable agreement, so I dealt with it another way.â
You werenât sure how to react, struggling to process the words. That Sugawara would follow you down to Hida already came as a surprise, you hadnât known how deep his devotion ran. But somehow, you found yourself rather taken by Sukunaâs decision, by the certainty in his choice to keep you.
To kill a man whose death could cause him issues with the Shogun might as well have been an outright confession of love.
Sugawaraâs death meant little to you. Men like that died all the time, and they saw women as little more than pretty objects to own. Sugawara had seen you as an impressive party trick, a clever cat rather than a human with depth and desires of her own. You hadnât wanted to be his, wouldnât have liked for Sukuna to surrender you to him.
âAre you irritated with me? When I controlled your body you seemed repulsed at his presence. Perhaps you have a heart too soft for blood and death.â
âNo- I-â You hesitated. âDid you do this to protect me?â
There was silence for a moment, and you longed to see his facial expression, but were forced to settle for the hint of confusion in his tone. âOf course. Iâve protected you since bringing you here. You can hardly protect yourself.â
You couldnât find it in you to be offended - heâd been in your body, he knew of your frailty better than anyone.
âWhy? Just because you enjoy shogi so much?â
âSomewhat. Though I must confess, lately I have been losing interest in the game. I feel Iâve come up against an insurmountable wall.â Panic filled you immediately, mind running at a million miles a minute as you analysed his statement. If he was growing bored of playing would he cast you aside? What use did he have for you if not shogi?
But then again, why would he kill Sugawara if he was moments from disposing of you?
âPerhaps it is the fault of my own discipline, for Iâve found it hard to focus on the game for quite some time now.â He hesitated, and you found yourself flinching at the feeling of a soft hand caressing your cheek, leaning into it once you overcame the initial shock of touch. âIt is difficult when you have a beautiful woman sitting across from you. Itâs even harder when my soul calls for you whenever you're near, drowning out any thoughts I might gather of strategy.â
âOh.â You werenât sure what to say, wondering if you should pinch yourself, for many of your dreams centred themselves around such a confession. But the touch had never felt so real before, large fingers brushing against the soft skin of your face.
âI wonder if Iâd be more focussed if I admitted fate might make some sense after all. I have never denied myself anything before now, and Iâm tired of denying myself you. You have captivated me thoroughly, and I believe the hole in my chest was carved out to allow you to one day settle there.â
The words were by far the most romantic statement anyone had ever uttered to you. In your time as a courtesan youâd heard plenty of cheesy and affectionate lines, ones youâd brush off and forget by the time the client was done with you. Sukunaâs words would burrow into your heart and remain there for as long as you drew breath.
Could anyone fault you for loving a monster who would speak such beauty to you? Could you be hated for finding one who had been cursed by the world just like you had?
âI have no care for the Shogunâs men,â Sukuna continued, âin my eyes they are little more than flies most of the time, an annoying thing to be ignored unless they brush too close. Would it amuse you to know I killed Sugawara out of jealousy? To hear that my chest tightened at the idea of you being taken from my side?â
âBecause you enjoy having such a capable rival in intelligence?â You asked, a wry smile creeping onto your face.
âBecause I enjoy you.â
It was clear he was waiting for you to say something. The words that had poured from his mouth were unlike any heâd spoken before, and although you couldnât see him, you could feel the sense of restlessness that gripped his body.
You would not leave him in uncertainty.
âI have only ever seen the world through your eyes,â you confessed shyly, âthe only face I see in the endless darkness is yours, and I dream of it every night.â Sukunaâs fingers twitched against your face. âIf youâll have me, I am yours.â
âEven though Iâm a monster?â He asked. There was no remorse in his tone, nothing to suggest that he was pained over who he was, it was just an honest question for you to answer as you wished. âYou were scared of me when we met. I know you hid yourself from me after discovering our connection, eager to ensure our paths would never cross.â
âBecause I believed you would kill me. I thought you to be a man who would stamp out any notion of love and eliminate me along with it.â
He hummed in acknowledgement, failing to deny your statement. You knew it to be true - if you had lost your shogi game on that first meeting, he wouldâve done exactly that. It was in his nature to love only that which piqued his interest.
âEspecially to be paired with someone so weak, I thought you would consider it an insult.â
He scoffed. âYou are far from weak, Iâve found it impossible to best you.â
âI meant physically,â your voice went small. âI did not imagine the King of Curses would favour a sightless woman, nor one so easily broken.â
He was silent for a moment, seemingly processing your words. âI was small and frail once. Perhaps frailer than you. I wish someone had valued me then for my other virtues. Iâm big enough and sharp enough to make up for your failings and you are clever enough to cover mine.â
Your mind was reeling at the idea of him admitting to having failings. Your heart stirring at his affection, and his easy desire despite your condition.
âI had not imagined a soulmate to be so well suited to me, for my tangles with fate have always been cruel,â he said. âBut youâre something different, something I need at my side, and I will be your eyes, your protector, whatever it is you want in order to keep you there.â
âOh.â You were positively blushing, whole body trembling beneath the weight of lovely words spoken in that deep voice of his.
Your soulmate wanted you.
A man hated by the world and filled with hatred in return had a space carved out for you, a space for love you hadnât known him capable of.
Youâd loved him from the first time youâd met him, drawn to him by an inexplicable force which seemed to grip him just as hard.
Soulmates really were wonderful.
Silence had settled between the two of you, only broken as the table screeched across the floor, the barrier between you removed. Sukuna shifted forward and an arm came to rest around your smaller body, pulling you towards him. His lips pressed against yours in a kiss you could only describe as sweet.
He didnât dominate you in the manner you believed a man like him would, instead he took his time, mapping out your lips and drawing you closer to him, letting you bathe in the warmth of his body against yours. It was almost like he was trying not to scare you, aware that you couldnât see anything he was doing and trying to move slowly as a result.
You wouldnât have minded either way, your fingers clinging to the biceps of his upper arms, desperate for more of a touch youâd only ever dreamed of.
People always said that to finally touch your soulmate was a euphoria like nothing else, and you truly believed them to be right. Your head felt like it was swimming, chest swelling as if Sukunaâs own soul had wriggled beneath your skin to intertwine with your own.
It was a little overwhelming.
âHow I long for you,â he murmured against your ear, breaking the kiss. âI was foolish to have not had you the moment I laid eyes on you, Iâve ached for your touch longer than I care to admit.â
His fingers moved down to your robes, and your breath hitched at the touch. You were no stranger to sex, your job had required it, but the feeling as he undressed you wasnât like any previous encounter youâd had. What regulars thought of your body was insignificant to you, sex was nothing special with them, just something you had to do if you wished to make a living wage.
This was the first time youâd ever been touched for free by someone you desired, and you felt suddenly nervous at your frail body being judged beneath his crimson gaze - especially when you couldnât look upon him in the same moment. There was no distraction in the darkness to keep you from worrying about how his gaze might burn through you, imagining discontent on his handsome face.
A cold chill caught you once your robes fell, leaving you kneeling and exposed in front of him. A soft breath fell from his lips, fingers moving delicately from your shoulders down to your breasts, as if checking you were truly real and there before him. More heat flooded you as his finger brushed over your peaked nipple.
âBeautiful. If I didnât despise the idea of sharing you with another I would paint you like this. Your body is worthy of that reverence.â
âI think my mind is probably more splendid.â You confessed. You had no eyes for awareness of your appearance, and had subsequently never really relied on it. People had said you were lovely, but you could never quite believe it, assuming that they were taking pity on you for your blindness.
âYour mind is exceptional. If I cannot beat you at shogi soon I have half a mind to ask you to assist me with real life strategy,â he said with a chuckle, fingers still trailing a slow path down your body. âBut it doesnât make your body any less lovely, and you cannot deny such things since youâve never seen yourself. Let me be your eyes and tell you that you are breathtaking.â
A shyness overcame you at those words, head angled downwards as if it would hide your blushing state from him. He raised your chin with a finger, his nose bumping yours before capturing your mouth in a kiss once more, bringing you close against his bare chest. You were so lost in the comfort of the kiss, that you found yourself completely caught off guard when something wet swiped against your stomach and breasts.
Flinching in surprise, you drew yourself back in an attempt to understand what was happening. Sukuna laughed, a hand moving into your hair comfortingly. âIt's my tongue,â he spoke easily.
Frowning, you found that his answer didnât make sense, because still the wet appendage explored your breasts, sending your heartrate flying as it flicked against your nipple with impressive accuracy. How could he be speaking but also doing that?
âThereâs a mouth on my stomach. Perhaps you didnât notice when you controlled my body.â
You were ashamed to admit you hadnât noticed such a thing. Sukuna had been naked when youâd awoken in his body, and youâd been quick to dress him up in robes, feeling rude to intrude upon the body of another without consent. Youâd very intentionally not paid too much attention to the workings of his body, not when the first thing youâd seen was the oddity he sported between his legs.
The memory that he had two of what most men only had one, suddenly had you feeling a little nervous in your position. You had no time to voice such nervousness before he was picking you up, allowing his second tongue to continue its onslaught while he carried you over to the bed, depositing you down upon the silk.
His weight moved on top of you, and he swallowed a gasp with his lips as his monstrous tongue shifted its attention from your breasts down to between your legs, dexterously finding a path between your things and lathering your pussy with attention while Sukuna consumed your mouth. Tears pricked in your eyes at the sensation, unaccustomed to a feeling like that.
In all your years as a courtesan, youâd never been eaten out. Men didnât come to brothels to serve women, they came to have their own needs attended to, and youâd done that in whichever manner they desired. You were grateful to have never experienced that feeling before, because it was a blessing to have Sukuna be your first.
Pressure built in your stomach over a series of minutes, overwhelmed by the way he seemed to be everywhere. A tongue between your lips, another between your thighs, hands squeezing your breasts, tweaking your nipples, more hands gripping your hips, pulling you up onto his secondary tongue to allow it a better angle to overwhelm you.
For the first time, you started to understand how Sukuna must feel whenever he played you at shogi - stumbling blindly in the dark whilst overcome from all angles with no means of knowing what was going to come next. It was pleasure in its highest form, and you were quick to cum with a yelp of his name, tears dripping from the corners of your eyes.
Sukuna broke the kiss, breathing heavily against your ear. It was a sound you enjoyed, one you could listen to all day if heâd allow you. âI have imagined you beneath me like this every night this week,â he mused, âmy imagination is hardly as pleasant as having the real thing. You taste much sweeter than my mind could conjure.â
Again, you were flushing red. âY-you can taste me throughâŠthat?â
âOf course.â You were certain he was grinning, âAnd Iâm glad that I can.â His secondary tongue was still moving slowly through your folds, lapping up the remnants of your first orgasm, teasingly flicking against your clit and making your shudder.
The two of you stayed like that for a while, breathing quietly together. You werenât sure what Sukuna wanted to do next, but for a moment you were happy to savor the warmth of his heavy body, twitching while he lazily continued his attention to your body. How you longed to see him, eager to witness the expression he was wearing while he attended to you.
All you had to go off was the erratic beating of his heart where his chest was pressed against you.
âLet me have you,â he murmured against your ear. âLet me make you mine.â
âIâm already yours.â
âIs that so? Then let me make it official.â
He shifted atop you, withdrawing his secondary tongue. In the absence of that heat between your thighs, you grew suddenly aware of a heavy pressure against your leg. Your mind jumped to the image of his cocks that youâd filed away in the back of your mind, gut twisting at the thought of either one of them pressing into you.
Sukuna chuckled from above you, a hand coming to stroke your hair. âYouâve seen them, havenât you?â
You nodded.
âI can tell, youâve got that scared little look on your face. Itâs fascinating, when you play shogi youâre unreadable, but outside of that? Youâre practically an open book with your emotions always written across your face.â
Pouting, you let humiliation wash over you. Nobody had ever told you that before. It was hard to guard one's emotions when you had no measure of how the faces of others looked. That was something youâd have to work on. At least you had the good sense to give nothing away when you played shogi.
Another laugh echoed from his lips. âEven now I can see your panic. Itâs very endearing.â
Any protest or response you had for him faded away into the recesses of your brain as he shuffled on top of you. He maneuvered you carefully into a new position, raising your legs and placing them up atop his broad shoulders. You were grateful for your flexibility in that moment, because the size difference between the two of you made that no easy task.
Sukuna was watching you from above while he positioned one of his cocks between your legs, running it steadily through your wet folds in a way that had you shivering with desire, still not fully recovered from the actions of his tongue. You were quick to discover that his focus was on his lower cock, as the upper one bumped pleasurably against your clit.
âYou know,â he mused, stilling his movements. âIâm surprised you struck no deal with me. It is what I had imagined you would do.â
âWhat?â
âIâd assumed I would ask for more and you would refuse me. Iâd thought your respect was tied to shogi, that you would refuse anything from me unless I was capable of beating you.â Your mind moved to Sugawara as you connected the dots. Sukuna believed youâd made that deal before, as if that tiresome Official hadnât dictated those rules of his own choosing.
Shogi was a game you adored, mainly because it was an activity you could excel at even without sight, unlike many other courtesan pastimes such as painting, which would forever be an impossibility for you. But it was by no means something you made all your decisions on, nor were you particularly interested in the skill of others.
If someone could defeat you, you would congratulate them for their win and move on, it would ultimately mean little.
To you, it was little more than a game. To various men, it seemed to be something held in much higher regard - a true mark of intelligence rather than a game for which one could learn and remember strategies to allow them a win.
It mattered little to you whether Sukuna could defeat you or not. Your affection for him wasnât tied to it in any manner.
âTo make such a demand would be wasting my own time. Why would I turn down a man I desire over something so trivial? Besides, my bet with Sugawara was made to ensure I never had to lay with him, that is not the fate I want for us.â
âSo you believe I am incapable of winning?â He asked, with greater disappointment than youâd been expecting.
âI do,â you said with a giggle, âjust as I am incapable of emerging victorious in a battle. We all have our strengths.â
A yelp fell from you as he pushed the tip of his cock into you, catching you unawares. âYeah?â He asked, pressing deeper into you, his fingers tangling tightly into your hair. âRather sure of yourself, arenât you?â
You couldnât help but laugh again - even in the midst of the dull pain of him driving into you, there was something so endearingly pathetic about his words.
âI am. But youâre free to challenge me whenever you like.â
He was silent as he bottomed out inside of you, his face falling to your neck and leaving a trail of kisses and bites along your skin while he allowed you some time to adjust. You were grateful for his consideration of your wellbeing, fingers digging into his skin, your gut aching as he leaned forwards over you, pushing your legs higher on his shoulders.
There was no question that he was the largest man youâd ever had inside you, practically tearing you apart with his intrusion, but after a few minutes of stillness you found yourself able to relax, the panic exhibited by your body slowly dissipating as you accommodated his size.
âI will challenge you whenever I like,â he whispered against your ear. âAfter this, the cloud of lust youâve placed in my mind will be thinner, and I will beat you with ease.â
âOh, Iâm sure-â
Your snarky response was promptly cut off as he withdrew himself from you, only to swiftly fill you up once more, pulling a desperate cry of his name from your lips. There was no second adjustment period given, instead you found yourself clinging on for dear life as he filled you over and over again with swift and deep thrusts that had your eyes rolling back.
One of his hands moved to your stomach, pressing down against the bulge where his cock would press up inside you. It was clear he was fascinated by it, finding great enjoyment in you being claimed by him. You were certain he was no virgin, but it seemed that you were the first woman who meant something to him, the first one who was worth something beyond carnal pleasure.
Legs quivering beneath the weight of his thrusts, you appreciated the way two of his hands came to rest on your thighs, keeping you steady with each brutal snap of his hips. You were crying and whining, your hands blindly reaching for him but finding him just out of range in this position. Seemingly to appease you, he leant further forward, really testing the flexibility of your legs as he practically folded you in half.
Lips pressed against your forehead affectionately, and you enjoyed every single second of his attention, mind floating off on a cloud as your gut tightened with each careful stroke, your walls flexing around his cock. Your whole body felt like it was on fire, a feeling only heightened by the erratic contact of his higher cock rubbing up against your clit.
âYou feel so good, fuck. I canât last like this,â he grumbled, never losing pace. It stroked your ego to know of his desire, to understand just how much heâd been holding back since your first meeting. It was everything you imagined the joining of two soulmates would be - desperately euphoric and overflowing with pleasure.
Sex had never felt so good, it had never really felt good at all, and yet you could spend eternity with Sukuna buried inside of you, your bodies and souls joined just as they were always meant to be.
He was yours and you were his. It was just as fate had decreed.
There was nothing stopping the scream that ripped through you as you finally teetered over the edge, your body convulsing in pleasure and clamping down on Sukunaâs thick cock, eager to milk him for all he was worth. You were sobbing his name and writhing against the silk sheets, your hands gripping them desperately in an attempt to anchor yourself to something in the throes of pleasure.
Sukuna couldnât hold on long after that either, spilling into you with a warmth that only heightened your pleasure. His other cock found its release at the same time, cum dripping down onto your stomach in a manner that youâd usually find disgusting, if it werenât your soulmate who was doing it to you. He groaned your name quietly, and let your legs fall from his shoulders.
Without the barrier of your thighs, he settled himself down on top of you, pressing kisses all over your face, his cock still twitching inside your exhausted pussy. You let him lather you with affection, still trying to come to terms with this side of Sukuna. It had been what youâd wanted, what you believed he was capable of, but you hadnât dreamed it would truly happen.
The most you believed youâd get from him was a lifetime of shogi matches, in which the two of you would remain close but never cross the line youâd been so desperate to leap across.
âHas the fog of lust lifted?â You teased. âDo you believe now you can defeat me?â
Sukuna let out a low, rumbling chuckle. âPerhaps we will have to do that a few more times for it to fully ease.â
âOh is that so?â You giggled, reaching out for his hair. He gripped your wrist and moved it into position, allowing you to play with the soft locks youâd been so eager to touch since the first time youâd seen them upon his head.
You wished you could gaze upon that lovely shade of pink once more, but it was enough to know he was there before you, yours to touch as you pleased.
âMmm, I think it would help,â he purred.
âIâm sure that can be arranged.â
Youâd give him whatever he wanted. You were his and he was yours for as long as heâd have you.
a/n: I had so much fun writing this one! thinking about doing one soulmate au for each of the jjk men because I find them so enjoyable to play with <3
anyway, for any crazy in love fans, the next chapter will be out towards the end of this week!
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đąÖŽà»đ·ÍÖ :: geto suguru has built a reputation out of silence, inked a thousand skins, and never once in his life chased anything. somehow, he's been letting himself into his ex-girlfriend's apartment at midnight just to move her coffee mug three inches to the left.
oh! forgive me lord! oh i'm a good girl ⥠run rabbit! run rabid âĄ
content warning :: MDNI, smut, unprotected sex, dubcon (initiation while reader is asleep/semi-conscious, but she is into it when she wakes up), somno, stalking, breaking and entering, obsessive & possessive behavior, yandere themes (both parties), unhealthy relationship dynamics, theft of personal items, not beta read. art by @/thatsallitchief
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The breakup was his idea. That's the part that kills you most.
Not that you didn't see it comingâyou did, in the way you see storms gathering on a horizon you've been watching for too long. You had felt it in the spaces between his words, in the weight of his silences, in how his hands had stopped reaching for you in his sleep.
Suguru had sat you down on a Sunday, which you had thought was cruel timing. Sunday mornings used to be yours, slow and warm, coffee and his records and the particular blue light that came through the windows of his apartment on the Shimokitazawa side of the city. He had used that gentleness of hisâthe kind that had hooked you in the first place, the kind that made you feel like he was doing you a favor when he broke something in you.
"I feel like I'm suffocating you," he had said, which you both knew was not quite what he meant. You're suffocating me. He was too kind to say it plainly.
You had held it together long enough to get out the door.
That had been seven months ago.
You have, in those seven months, become a person you do not entirely recognize. You are aware of this. You are a fashion student, after allâyou are trained to observe, to analyze, to understand aesthetics and composition and the way things are put together and taken apart. You apply this skill now to Geto Suguru's life in your absence from it.
It started small. The way these things always do.
You had kept his Instagram followed, of course. His mainâ@suguru.inkâwhich he kept public for his work. Clean grids of tattoo photos, the occasional candid shot from a coffee shop or a bar. Easy enough. You didn't even have to try.
But then he'd switched his personal account to private.
@its.suguru. One hundred and twelve followers. A lock icon.
You had made the alt before the thought had fully formed. It took you maybe twenty minutes: a new email, a new account, four weeks of posting photos stolen from Pinterestâaesthetic city shots, some food, a carefully curated collection of jazz album coversâand then a follow request sent to his personal from @mn.archives, a faceless account that looked like any other twenty-something whose personality lived entirely in film photography and good coffee. Two hundred and sixteen followers, because a number too low looks suspicious.
He accepted within a day.
You tell yourself this is just so you know he's okay. That it's concern, residual and tender, the way you might still check the weather in a city you used to live in. You scroll through his grid at eleven PM with your knees pulled to your chest and you look at the photo he posted last Thursdayâsome bar you recognize, neon light catching the silver of his earrings, Haibara's arm slung around his shoulderâand you feel something so complicated you can't name it. Not grief exactly. Not quite anger.
Want, maybe. Plain and embarrassing.
The tattoo was not your best idea. You will admit that freely, in the privacy of your own thoughts.
You had passed by his work plcea approximately forty-seven times in seven months, which you know because you have routes home that all bend toward this specific block on purpose. You had a habit of slowing down outside the windowâfrosted glass, the clean black font of the shop name, sometimes the amber glow of light insideâand telling yourself you were just walking. Just passing through. Just appreciating good signage, actually, as a design student.
The appointment you booked under a fake nameâWatanabe Mika, which you chose because it felt forgettableâwas a small floral piece. Lower back. Simple. Classic. Something you could attribute to a late-night Pinterest spiral rather than the slow, spectacular unraveling of your dignity.
There is one flaw in this plan, one thing you had somehow managed not to factor in.
You are terrified of needles.
You sat in the chair and stared at the ceiling and told yourself it was fine, it was fine, it wasâ
"Breathe."
His voice, right behind you. Low and unbothered, the way it always was.
You had not accounted, in all your meticulous planning, for the fact that you would have to talk to him. That the fake name would crumble the second he walked into the room and said it like he'd never heard it before in his life.
"Watanabe-san?"
You had turned, and his expression had done something complicated for exactly one second before settling back into professional neutrality. His hair was upâmessy bun, a few strands loose around his faceâand he had new ink on his forearm, something geometric you didn't recognize. Which meant he'd had it done after you. The thought sat in your chest like a splinter.
"Hi," you said. Brilliant.
"Hi." A pause. "Small piece?"
"Lower back. Florals. I have a reference."
He had nodded and reached for his gloves and you had spent the next forty minutes lying face-down on the table with your back exposed and his hands steady on your skin and tried very hard not to make a sound that wasn't about the needle.
You managed. Barely.
The tattoo healed beautifully. Sometimes you twist in front of your mirror just to look at it.
His favorite coffee shop is a place called KĆhÄ« to Yoruâcoffee and nightâthat operates out of a narrow building near the university. He started going there maybe three months into your relationship, the two of you sharing a corner table and his headphones, and you have continued going there with the particular audacity of someone who has decided they were there first, actually, in some cosmic sense, even if that is not strictly true.
You go on Tuesday mornings and Thursday afternoons, which are the days his alt account has, on multiple occasions, shown him holding an iced coffee that matches the shop's specific shade of pale green cup.
You bring your sketchbook. You work on your thesis collection. You sit with your back to the door and wait for the sound of it openingâthe particular way the bell above it chimesâand when he comes in, which he does, not every time but often enough, you feel your whole body go still and warm and stupid. You look down at your paper and draw the same seam line you have been drawing for six minutes without noticing.
He always orders the same thing. You know his order the way you know the smell of his apartment, the exact pressure of his hands, the specific timbre of his voice when he's half asleep.
You don't look up.
You're very good at not looking up.
The club situation, in retrospect, requires more explanation.
There is a bar-club hybrid in the entertainment district called Sable that Suguru frequents. You know this because Satoru has a fully public account and zero impulse control regarding location tags, which means you have a near-perfect record of their Saturday nights without ever having to try very hard. You don't follow Satoru. You don't need to. His posts are public and his captions are aggressive and he documents everything.
You do not go to Sable every Saturday. You're not insane.
You go maybe twice a month. On weekends you've verifiedâthrough Satoru's stories, through a brief and agonizing scan of his tagged photosâthat Suguru will be there. You get ready carefully, the way you used to when you were going to see him, and you tell your friends, who know nothing, that you just feel like going out. That you love this place. That the DJ is good.
The thing is, you're not lying about the DJ. The DJ genuinely is good.
And you are, by any objective measure, devastating when you make the effort.
You keep your distance. That's the important part, the part that keeps this justifiable. You don't go near himâtoo obvious, too muchâand you have what's left of your pride to protect. You position yourself well, and you dance, and you drink, and you exist in the same airspace, and you watch, peripherally, the way you've gotten very good at watching things peripherally.
What you also doâand this is the part where you stop being able to fully justify yourselfâis notice the women.
There are always women. Suguru isâyou don't need to describe him to yourself. You know exactly what he looks like in a room, what he does to it without meaning to, that particular quality of his presence that functions like gravity. You know because it pulled you in and kept you there for sixteen months and you have not yet figured out how to get far enough away that it stops working on you.
So. The women.
You don't interfere directly. That would be messy, obvious, humiliating. What you do is more surgical than that. A girl drifts toward him at the barâyou're there first, materializing at his elbow under the pretense of ordering, smiling at the bartender, turning just enough that your body language reads as occupied space. A group approaches the table where he and Satoru are sittingâyou're walking past right then, somehow, and you catch Gojo's eye (Gojo who knows you, Gojo who looks at you with an expression you have learned not to examine) and you smile like you ran into him by coincidence, and the moment breaks before it can start.
You are very good at this.
You have gotten very good at this.
You think you're slick.
This is perhaps the most important thing to understand about the last seven months: you have constructed, in meticulous and loving detail, the story of yourself as someone who is merely adjacent to Geto Suguru's life. Someone who passes through the same spaces by coincidence, drawn there by taste and habit and not by anything more embarrassing than that. Someone who has moved on cleanly and simply no longer intersects with himâexcept in these small moments that don't count, that you are careful to keep deniable.
You believe this story.
You are, perhaps, the only one who does.
Geto Suguru notices everything.
This is not vanityâit's fact, the baseline condition of someone who has spent years being precisely observed and has therefore learned to observe in return. He notices patterns. He notices the particular quality of attention a room gives a person. He notices when something stops being coincidence and starts being something else entirely.
The first time he saw you at KĆhÄ« to Yoru, he thought: oh.
Not with surprise. With something more like recognition. Like finding a word he'd been looking for in a language he already spoke.
You had your sketchbook open and your head down and the line of your shoulders had that specific tension you always got when you were pretending to concentrate on something other than what was in front of you. He had ordered his coffee and taken the table by the windowânot your corner, deliberately not your cornerâand watched you not look at him for eleven minutes straight. And he had felt something settle in his chest like the click of a lock finding its latch.
There she is.
He had not broken up with you because he stopped wanting you. He needs to be clear about this, at least to himself, in the space where honesty costs nothing. He had broken up with you because wanting you and watching you want him back had started to feel like too much weight in a place he didn't know how to hold. He isâhe will say this plainlyânot good at being needed. Something in him retreats when it feels cornered by someone else's love, some reflex toward distance that he's never fully understood and never fully fought. He had watched you learn his rhythms and bend yourself around them and he had known, somewhere underneath the warmth of it, that he was shaping you into something that orbited him, and you deserved better than a center like him.
He had thought, in the careful logical part of his mind, that breaking up would free you. That you'd pull yourself out and go build something that didn't require making yourself small.
He had not, apparently, accounted for yoy.
@/mn.archives had followed him about two months after the breakup. He noticed because he got the notification at 2 AM on a Tuesday, which was exactly when you used to lose sleep to your phone.
He had looked at the profile for a long time.
The photos were too curated. Jazz records and film photography and that particular aesthetic that looked like a constructed personality rather than an actual oneâassembled from the outside in, like a mood board rather than a life. No face. No name. mn.archives. He had scrolled back through their last few conversations onceâjust once, he told himselfâand found a message you'd sent months before the end, mentioning a vintage archive account you'd been thinking about making.
He had accepted the follow request.
He still posts to that account knowing you're watching. Sometimes he tags places he's about to go, just to see if youll show up. You always do.
The tattoo appointment had required real effort not to laugh.
Watanabe Mika. He'd seen the name in the book when he was reviewing the day's schedule and he had known before he walked into the room. He doesn't know exactly how he knewâmaybe the handwriting, you always pressed too hard with pens, like you were trying to leave a mark on whatever you touchedâbut he had known, and when he said the name and watched you face do that thing where you're trying to hold it perfectly still, he had felt something he'd classify, if he were being honest, as pure delight.
Forty minutes. His hands on your back. The way you'd gone absolutely rigid when the needle started and then forced yourself still through what he knew, because he knows you, was genuine fear. You hadn't made a sound. He'd been almost proud of you.
He wanted to say: you don't have to do this.
He wanted to say: I already know.
He said neither. Because there is something he enjoysâsomething he is not proud of but does not particularly want to stopâabout watching you work this hard. About being watched this carefully. About being the thing someone builds an entire architecture of ordinary life around.
The club thing is his favorite.
He sees yoy every time. He spotted you the third Saturday you came to Sableâacross the room, dancing with that particular careless ease you put on when you're trying to look like you're not paying attention to anythingâand he had taken a slow drink and thought about how long you'd been doing this without knowing he saw. He had done a rough calculation. Yiu'd been at it for months.
The girls you redirects: he lets you. It would be simple enough to close the gap, to make himself reachable, to let someone else in just to see what you'd do. He doesn't.
Satoru, who is not an idiot and has never pretended to be, had said once, watching you materialize near the bar at precisely the right moment: "You know she's here."
"I know," Suguru had said.
Satoru had looked at him for a long moment. "And you're just going to let her keep doing this."
It hadn't been a question. Suguru hadn't answered it anyway. Satoru had made the face he made when he thought Suguru was being spectacular and specific kind of idiot, which was fair. Satoru was usually right about these things.
He still has your key.
This is the part he doesn't examine too closely, doesn't turn over in his hands and look at straight on. He still has the key you gave him fourteen months into their relationshipâthe little silver one with the small scratch near the head from when you'd dropped your keychain down a flight of stairs and laughed so hard you couldn't breathe, had grabbed his arm for balance and left half-moon marks in his jacket. He had kept it after the breakup, which he had told himself was oversight. He'd meant to return it. The moment had never arrived, and the key had stayed on his ring, and here they are.
He goes, sometimes, when he knows your out.
He knows your schedule the way he's always known things about youânot through tracking, not through architecture and alt accounts, but through the simple accumulating weight of attention. He knows you have studio hours Monday and Wednesday evenings. He knows you go to your mother's on Sunday afternoons and usually doesn't come back until after seven.
He lets himself in quietly. He moves through the apartment and he moves thingsâsmall things, careful things. A mug shifted slightly on the counter. Your desk chair at a different angle. The throw blanket refolded. Nothing you could be certain about, nothing that couldn't be chalked up to your own distracted hands in a busy week. He just wants you to feel it, in some wordless way you can't name. He wants to leave a shape in your space.
He also takes things. He is aware this is not something he can justify cleanly. Small thingsâa note torn from your sketchbook, a hair tie from the bathroom counter, once a grocery list written in your handwriting that he'd found tucked under a bottle of wine. Things you might not notice. Things you'd never be sure about.
The first time he went to the drawer beside the bedâjust to look, he'd told himselfâhe had found his hoodie. The charcoal one you used to steal, folded near the bottom like you'd put it somewhere you didn't have to see every day but couldn't bring yourself to throw away. And underneath a novel you was reading: a photo strip from a machine in Harajuku. The two of you, making faces, the particular light of that afternoon still somehow caught in the paper.
You hadn't thrown any of it away.
He had stood there for a moment and felt something so complicated that he hadn't tried to name it. He had taken the photo strip. Replaced it with a different photoâsame machine, earlier in the same day, just you, mid-laugh, caught without knowingâso the space wouldn't feel empty if you looked.
He keeps the photo strip in his wallet.
He does not call this obsession. He doesn't call it anything.
It's a Thursday night when he finally goes back, and this time he doesn't have a reason.
Not to rearrange anything. Not to take something. No careful justification assembled in advance. He doesn't know what that means and he has, tonight, decided to stop caring.
The city is quiet the way it gets past midnight, that particular held-breath stillness. His key makes no sound against her lockâhe knows the angle by now, the specific lift-and-turn that keeps the mechanism from clicking too loud. The door swings open onto darkness and the particular smell of her apartment, warm and layered, something floral and underneath it something that is just you, unchanged across seven months, the thing that had always made the back of his mind go quiet.
He moves through the space without turning on a light. He knows it better than you might expect. He knows the creak of the second floorboard from the hallway and steps around it. He knows to angle left around the ottoman you perpetually fail to put back in the right place. He knows the bedroom door sticks slightly at the top corner and needs gentle pressure to open without a sound.
It gives way.
You're asleep. He can tell from the doorwayâthe slow, even rise and fall of you breathing, your hair against the pillow, one hand curled loosely near your face. The window lets in just enough city light to see you by. Gold and still.
He leans against the doorframe.
He watches you breathe.
There is something terrible about this moment. Something tender underneath the terrible. He knows that. He is not without self-awarenessâhe has spent years being precisely, painfully self-aware, and it has never once made him behave better. You have been watching him for seven months from what you believed is a safe distance. He has been watching you from what he knows is not one. And maybe that says something about both of you, about the particular shape of whatever this is, two people who were never going to fall cleanly out of each other's gravity no matter how carefully he tried to cut the line.
You shift in your sleep. A small sound, something that almost forms a word and dissolves before it arrives.
He is still there.
There she is.
He stays until his shoulder starts to ache from the doorframe, and then he stays a little longer.
The city light filters through the half-open blinds in thin silver bars across your bed. Suguru stands in the doorway a moment longer, letting the quiet settle into his bones. Your breathing is deep, slow, the kind that only comes after exhaustion has finally won. He crosses the room without sound, shedding his jacket onto the chair by your desk. The hoodie you still keep is visible when he glances at the open drawerâcharcoal, folded like a secret.
He sits on the edge of the mattress. The shift of weight makes you stir, but you donât wake. Good. He wants this part slow.
His hand finds your ankle first, thumb brushing up the bare skin of your calf. Youâre wearing an oversized t-shirtâhis, he realizes with a low pulse of satisfactionâand nothing else. The hem has ridden up to the curve of your ass. He traces higher, palm warm against the back of your thigh, then slips under the fabric to rest at the small of your back, right over the fresh ink he put there himself. The skin is still slightly raised, healed but sensitive. He presses lightly.
You make a soft, wordless sound, shifting onto your stomach more fully. Your face stays buried in the pillow.
âSuguruâŠ?â The name is barely shaped, thick with sleep, more breath than voice.
He doesnât answer. Instead he leans down, lips brushing the shell of your ear. âShh. Go back to sleep if you want.â
His hand slides lower, between your legs, finding you already slick. A low hum leaves his throat. Even asleep, your body knows him. He circles your clit with two fingers, unhurried, coaxing. Your hips twitch once, instinctive, pushing back against his hand.
You whimper into the pillow, still half-gone, thighs parting just enough to let him in. He takes the invitation, pressing one finger inside you, then two, curling gently. The wet sound is obscene in the quiet room. Your breathing changesâshallower, quickerâbut your eyes stay closed, lashes fluttering against your cheeks.
He works you open like that for long minutes, slow thrusts of his fingers, thumb stroking your clit in lazy circles. Every time you clench around him he feels it in his own cock, already straining against his jeans. When you start rocking back against his hand in tiny, unconscious movements, he withdraws, ignoring the protesting noise you make.
Clothes off. He doesnât rush. The belt buckle clicks softly; the zipper sounds louder than it should. He strokes himself once, twice, spreading the bead of pre-cum over the head before lining up behind you.
Youâre on your stomach, legs spread, t-shirt bunched at your waist. Perfect.
He pushes in slow, one long glide until heâs buried to the hilt. The stretch makes you gasp, eyes flying open for a heartbeat before they flutter shut again. Your walls flutter around him, hot and tight and so fucking wet.
âFuck,â he breathes against your nape, staying still for a moment, letting you adjust. Or not. He doesnât ask.
He starts movingâdeep, measured rolls of his hips that press you harder into the mattress. Each thrust drags against that spot inside you that makes your toes curl. You moan, low and broken, still sounding half-asleep, face turned to the side now so he can see the flush on your cheek.
One of his hands slides under you, finding your clit again, rubbing in tight circles while he fucks you. The other braces beside your head, caging you in. He drops his weight more fully onto your back, lips at your shoulder, teeth grazing skin.
You push back against him, needy even in your drowsiness. âSuguruâŠâ His name again, softer this time, wrecked with pleasure. Your hand reaches back blindly, fingers brushing his hip, urging him deeper.
He gives it to you. Harder now, the slap of skin on skin filling the room. He angles his hips until every thrust makes you cry outâshort, breathy sounds that go straight to his cock. Your pussy clenches rhythmically around him, fluttering, pulling him in.
âThatâs it,â he murmurs, voice low and rough. âLet me feel you.â
He fucks you like heâs memorizing you all over againâslow drags followed by sharp snaps of his hips, grinding deep when he bottoms out. Your breathing turns into soft, desperate pants. Youâre dripping down his cock, onto the sheets. He reaches down and spreads your ass with both hands so he can watch himself disappear inside you, the obscene shine of your arousal coating him.
You come without warning, sudden and shuddering, a broken moan muffled by the pillow as your walls clamp down hard. He doesnât stop, fucking you through it, drawing it out until your thighs shake.
Only then does he pull out, flipping you onto your back with easy strength. Your eyes are open now, heavy-lidded and dark, but still hazy with sleep and orgasm. You look at him like youâre not entirely sure heâs real.
He doesnât give you time to wake up fully. He hooks your legs over his elbows and slides back in, folding you nearly in half. The new angle makes you keen, nails digging into his shoulders. He sets a punishing rhythmâdeep, relentless, the headboard knocking softly against the wall.
Your t-shirt is pushed up to your collarbones. He bends his head and takes one nipple into his mouth, sucking hard, tongue flicking. You arch into him, gasping. The other hand finds your clit again, rubbing fast and firm.
âCome on,â he growls against your skin. âAgain. Want to feel it.â
You do. The second orgasm hits you harder, back bowing, a sharp cry tearing from your throat as you pulse around his cock. He fucks you through every wave, hips stuttering only when your nails rake down his back hard enough to leave marks.
He pulls out at the last second, stroking himself roughly over your stomach. Thick ropes of cum paint your skin, your tits, the underside of your chin. You watch with dazed, half-lidded eyes, lips parted.
For a long moment the only sound is both of you breathing.
He leans down and kisses youâslow, deep, tasting sleep and sex and the faint salt of your sweat. You kiss him back like muscle memory, one hand sliding into his hair, holding him there. When he finally pulls away, he rests his forehead against yours.
You donât speak. Neither does he.
He reaches for the t-shirt youâre wearingâhis t-shirtâand uses the hem to wipe his spend from your skin with surprising gentleness. Then he tosses it aside, pulls the blanket over both of you, and tucks you against his chest like no time has passed at all.
Your breathing evens out again within minutes, slipping back toward sleep. He stays awake longer, fingers tracing idle patterns over the floral ink on your lower back, feeling the steady beat of your heart against his ribs.
Outside, the city keeps breathing. Inside, the two of you fit back together in the dark like pieces that were never meant to stay apart.
cw â àŁȘ ÖŽÖ¶ÖžâŸ. NSFW, 18+ MDNIâcollege AU, established relationship, smut & fluff, kinda pervy reader (she's just horny like the rest of us), teasing & flirting & PDA (hardcore though heh), lapsitting, cockwarming, unprotected piv sex, public sex, creampie, lowk exhibitionism(?), role play, squirting, some cum play, spitting, overstim, whiny & needy kinda sub-Satoru, playing D&D (some inaccuracies probably, i'm still new), Satoru is a repressed little perv and it all comes out in the campaign.
summary â àŁȘ ÖŽÖ¶ÖžâŸ. you're already pretty into fantasy, so why not join a campaign with Satoru and his party! with some ulterior motives stashed up your sleeve. but by the second session, you realize your boyfriend might not be quite as shy as you thought. time to roll for initiative!
a/n â àŁȘ ÖŽÖ¶ÖžâŸ. this was supposed to be out earlier as a lil celebration for hitting 1k (wtf how, what are you all doing here??) but it's late bc i get carried away!! huge TY to my soul mate for literally fueling this one and getting me into D&D. this is for you @sadtrash69, my life would be so boring w/o you <3 | amazing art in the banner by @/smokeigheh on insta, dividers by @/cafekitsune & @/bbyg4rlhelps <3 w/c â àŁȘ ÖŽÖ¶ÖžâŸ. 11.2k (heh oops)
âWahhh, my name is Satoru and my paladin has shit luck and thatâs why I canât get a decent roll to save my ass. Wah.â You added for emphasis, eyes flicking up momentarily to catch the flat glare, simmering with something that you could practically hear whining about if you didnât want to hear about nerdy shit, you shouldnât have agreed to date a fucking nerd.
Satoruâs eyes rolled behind thick lenses, a little smudged with prints, the wire frames low on the sloped bridge of his nose. âFirst of all, and for the last time, his name is Theono Redone,â You snorted, that name always got you, he always sounded so proud of it. Like naming a childâhis hulking, armored child. âAnd I never said it was his fault, just an unfortunate consequence of having to use up my luck on fucking mana strikes so my entire party doesnât die and fail miserably whenever we campaign. Itâs bullshit, why do I have to expend all my reâhey! Youâre not even listening!â
Your eyes peeled off the smutty chapter of the book laid out on Satoru's bed, opened shamelessly to the good stuff, and found his for a moment. Narrowed slits of annoyed azure zeroing in on the ink printed across off white paper that stole your attention off him. Looking at your book like it was public enemy number one. One step away from going full on book-burner.Â
âIâm listening. I can multitask, yâknow?âÂ
Yeah fuckinâ right. If he threw a pop quiz down on the last three sentences out of his mouth your answers would likely make him blush. Beyond the gutters, your mind was swirling around in the sewer with the big-dicked bounty hunter of fairytopia or wherever this thing was set.Â
Satoru snorted, he knew you and he knew what you were reading. The only multitasking you could do while consuming this shit was doing so while, well, while one handed. âYeah, and I can roll two nat twenties in a row and suck my own dick.âÂ
Well, that got your attention quick.Â
He smirked like the little shit just knew it would when your intrigued eyes met his. âYâknow, itâs really not that different from your fantasy⊠porn,â the word left his mouth quietly with a mildly flustered puh, like he didnât just say he can suck his own dick.Â
Jokingly⊠of course.
âOh? How so?â You asked, letting your gaze flit over him slowly, sitting in the ergonomic, high backed chair with his laptop balanced over a knee, one leg jumping a little. Eager to see exactly what kind of comparisons heâd draw to rope you into paying attention.Â
âWell, itâs all still fantasy, youâre just playing it. C'mon, Iâve explained this before, you control the outcome and make the choices that driveââ
âCan the paladin have sex?â Satoru choked on nothing but his own spit as you asked the question brightly, genuinely.Â
He knew you werenât joking.Â
With all the armor and aura or whatever, you were kind of curious, what the hell was underneath it.
He rubbed the bridge of his nose, pinching and lifting the frames of his glasses up. âWell, I, um, I donât⊠know, actually.â He let his nose go and pressed index and middle fingers to the wire frames, leaving two more smudges behind on prescription glass lenses as he shoved them back up.Â
A little crease formed between his slim furrowed brows, baby blues on the ground searching for an answer in the pits of hell where you dug that question up from. âThatâs not really, like, on the character sheet.â He mumbled, one hand holding onto the edge of his laptop like it could ground him to the reality where his girlfriend didnât just ask if his beloved Theono could get his dick wet.
The book on Satoruâs bed snapped shut, finality to the thump of filthy ink sprawled on pages being set aside for something far more appealing.Â
Making Satoru sweat.Â
âWell, you said that the player controls the outcome, makes all the choices. You canât tell me that no one in the history of this role playing game has ever made the choice to have some fun, in character.â
Conflict waged a war on Satoruâs features. Gaze flitting around, landing briefly on you as you sat up and scooted to the edge of his bed, getting closer, leaning in with eyes transfixed on his warming face. God, he looked so hotâliterally! That hoodie must have been stuffy.Â
The grip on his laptop tightened a little, long fingers twitching to close harder around the edge. One of those unfairly long legs bouncing away like he was preparing to leap up at any moment, the toe of his beat up sneaker squeaked as that leg shifted. âI mean, I don't doubt someone has done it before, but itâs notââ
âSo it is possible?â Your head cocked, lashes batting a few times and those brilliant eyes that undid the complexities of physics theories with such efficiency he put the professors that taught them to shame. Those big, bright blue eyes that undressed numbers as quickly as they did you, landed on you again, and stayed there.
âItâs not⊠impossible.â He saw exactly how you straightened, how your eyes probably started glittering with possibilities, and shut his laptop, setting it aside on the desk behind him. Attention on you fully now, forearms draped over his thighs to lean forward, he tried to shut you down.Â
Emphasis on tried.
âBut, the point isnât to fuck your way through a campaign.â
You shrugged. âWhy not?âÂ
âWhat is the point of that?â Satoru countered. Feigning holy innocence he had no room for with the porn you've seen on his laptop with your own eyes.Â
He was a freak. A repressed and nervous freak, but a freak nonetheless. Heâd probably been dreaming about fucking a cute little elf girl and just never had the guts to say it out loud to anyone, let alone his party members.
âItâd be fun. Isnât that the whole point of D&D? To have fun and do the shit you canât in real life? I wanna fuck the paladin.â You stated with the same finality with which youâd closed the door on fantasy reading and opened the one to fantasy role-playing.
âWell, I am the paladin. You can just fuck me.â He threw out with a cute little tilt to his head, looking like something out of fantasy himself with locks of snowy hair falling over his brow. Hope in his voice at steering whatever this had devolved into, onto the track where your face ended up buried in his sheets. Or maybe his face buried in the spit slicked mess between your thighs. Or both.
âI do that all the time, I wanna, like, I dunno, bounce on some armored dick.âÂ
Satoru let out a defeated whimper and buried his face in his own hand, dragging it down to sit over his mouth as he pressed back into his chair. Quickly though, a realization snapped into place and his eyes flew open.
âDoes⊠this mean you want to play?â He muttered behind his palm, a brow lifted and glasses slipped down low on his pretty, sloped nose to stare unobstructed at you.
âMhm, whenâs the next party meetup?â
He shook his head quickly, hand dropping away from his face. âNah, itâs too late for you to join, weâre like two thirds of the way through the campaign.â Your face fell, a pout pushing your lips out.Â
The fuck?! Getting you all excited about this nerdy rpg just to rip the rug out from under you? This little fuckâ
âBut weâll start a new campaign! Iâll help you make a character sheet up and we can party like, next week probably.â Satoru beamed at you as he stood from his chair, turning to rifle through a drawer. Giddiness lifted your features again, sliding off his bed to join him.
Satoru glanced to you, pushing up his glasses as he sat back down with a spare character sheet and a pencil to start scribbling away whatever your fantastical heart desired. And ohhh how your heart was pumping away, flooding whimsical desire through your veins. Â
âI have a question first,â You slid a leg over Satoruâs lap to straddle him in his geeky gaming chair, built to keep his poor back from sounding like a bag of doritos whenever he moved. It was so cute, the way his eyes always widened a little and you could practically see his breath catch in his throat, the motion of the long pale column as heat started to creep up.Â
âShoot,â Those big hands settled on your hips, your arms draped over his broad shoulders to toy a lock of silky platinum hair around your finger.Â
âWhatâs Theonoâs type?â
A week passed, and you were settled around a table in a communal room in the back of the library on campus. A printed map that took up a majority of the hardwood top laid out in the middle.Â
Suguru sat at the head on one side, the partition blocking his papers and laptop, Shoko next to you and Kento and Yu across from you both. Satoru at the head opposite Suguru, close enough that you could bump his knee with yours, run the toe of your sneaker up his calf and watch his lips purse in a tight smile.
The gameâerr, campaign, started out in a small town and your party was tasked with hunting down a group of mercenaries who had stolen an artifact that cast protection over the town.Â
It didnât take long for you to get comfortable, joining in on the teasing when Satoru cast a dismal roll for a check, getting a sarcastic pout in return. Tons of bullshitting, bantering and arguing over decisions that would affect the party as a wholeâwhich were most of themâmade an hour slip by quickly, and youâd all barely made it to the next big townâAardia. Nearly getting thrown in jail for a fight with shopkeeper Satoru had tried to press for information.Â
The opportunity just kind of⊠fell in your lap. In a square being surrounded by guards ready to try to haul you all away, your attention turned to Suguru, and he turned his to you. A lock of his dark bangs fell over a pierced brow, freed from the neat bun he had half his long, jet black hair up in.Â
âI want to seduce a guard,â You paused for a moment, and then added. âOr a few.â
Shoko snorted into her hand, Kentoâs eyes widened, brows pinched like maybe he didnât quite hear you right. Yu next to him choked on a sip of soda and spluttered, coughing into his sleeve. Satoru put his elbows on the table and his head in his hands, a mildly pathetic sounding whimper slipping out with a, âDear god,â
Suguru though?Â
Suguru matched your smile with a smirk, humming as he looked over the papers in front of him, feigning like he had to really think on it.
Shoko snickered, âGirl, what?âÂ
âWell,â You started, tipping your head thoughtfully. âIf we fight them all itâll just be a drain on resources with nothing in return. If we go to jail and break out, itâs a huge waste of time. But if we can convince them to let us go, thereâs no harm done and everyone leaves very happy! Right?â
âIs this a group effort, or are you soloing this one?â She countered, propping her chin on a fist, amusement in her amber eyes as she held yours, the beauty mark under her right lifted slightly.
âIf anyone wants to join,â You shrugged, âTheyâre more than welcome to. The more the merrier.â
âFuck it, why not.â Shoko conceded, needing next to no convincing on the matter.
Yu, recovered from his coughing fit, offered a light, âI guess⊠it wouldnât hurt to try.â
âI canât believe I'm saying this, but⊠work smarter.â Kento muttered, hazel eyes narrowed on his own character sheet as if apologizing for what he was about to do.
Attention turned to the face still buried in his hands at the head of the table, fingers pressed to his eyes under his glasses. The toe of your sneaker brushed up Satoruâs ankle and he startled, a little huff escaping.
âWhat about the sexy paladin? Gonna cowboy up and ride for your party?â You chuckled, leaning closer, chin propped on the heel of your palm. He dragged his hands down his face, casting a sidelong look your way, pink dusted high on his pale cheekbones.Â
âDonât talk about him like that,â Satoru muttered, shoving his glasses back up with a jerky flick of his wrist.
âCâmon, let him have some fun!â You fluttered your eyelashes, and Satoru threw his hands up.Â
âWe better not get arrested for, like, soliciting instead.â You grinned wide and victorious. If heâd fuck a guard in character, heâd have no problem fucking you too. Your sneaker drifted high, and he swallowed hard.
âOkay,â Suguru interjected, and all attention was back on him as he continued, addressing you directly. âIâll allow it.âÂ
Your beaming grin returned, but you knew he wasnât about to say no. He loved messing with Satoru as much as you did. When you said you wanted to fuck with him a little before sitting down, you didnât even need to offer him the chance to join.Â
âSince itâs your action leading the group as a whole, youâll do the initial roll for the action. DC is let's say⊠fifteen. They'll take some convincing, but theyâre definitely not opposed.â Suguru threw a look across the table at Satoru. âEspecially not with the sexy paladin in your ranks.â
Satoru grumbled a, âFuck you, man.â And you snickered along with Shoko and Suguru.
âSo itâll be, um⊠persuasion, right?â Suguru nodded and you looked over your sheet. Kento passed the d20 your way and you held it up to Satoru in your fist. âFor luck?â He rolled his eyes, but leaned over and sent a short huff of air over your fingers, and with that, you tossed the die out on the table.
Breaths held around the table. If you got a fifteen or higher, the action would proceed as planned. Anything lower, and youâd have a hindrance to deal with, or outright failure.Â
The pale green die dropped, rolling a few times and finally stilling on a fourteen.
You pumped a fist, kicking your feet in pure glee. âAdd four for charisma, fuck yes!â You looked out over the group, wiggling your brows. âAlright, everyone ready for an orgy?âÂ
The following week, you were gathered in the communal room to continue the campaign. You were actually enjoying the game. Finding yourself getting excited leading up to the Thursday night you'd all gather again.Â
This time though, you noticed as the session went on that your jabs and teases werenât getting the usual reaction from Satoru. Leaning into the jokes and laughing with you instead, a light dusting over his cheeks still as he asked if you wanted to get a room at the inn you had stopped in. Catching you a little off guard, and you looked to Suguru a few times who returned it with raised brows.
Returning from the washroom after a full soda, you pulled out your seat next to Shoko again just for Satoru to catch your arm. Knuckles brushing your elbow with a quirk in the corner of his mouth. He leaned back in his chair, feet planted wide and legs spread.
âWanna sit with me?â He murmured. You blinked, definitely caught off guard by that.Â
He could barely kiss you in public without blushing all the way to his toes as he did. But you werenât about to pass up your favorite seat, not when it was in sweatpants you could practically see the outline of his dick pressed against his thigh while sitting like that.
You snatched your character sheet up and slid onto your new seat. Pulling your skirt out to cover both of you, your bare assâpanties stuffed in a pocket somewhere on Satoru like a prize heâd definitely earned a couple of hours agoâmet the warm fabric of his sweats and you settled with a little wiggle of your hips. Earning an audible swallow behind you and a hand on your thigh to steady.Â
âFeel like I'm in a booster seat.â You muttered, straightening your character sheet and meeting Suguruâs eyes across the table. Sharing the look of mild surprise that flickered in his dark irises. He wasnât expecting it either, but mischievous understanding passed between you with a brief smirk on both your lips. Quickly stifled by Suguru clearing his throat.
âThe trees around you begin to thin, still shrouded in shadow and silenceâeven more so now with the insectoids gone quiet.â Suguru spoke with cadence, voice steady. Deep and theatric, he spun the setting for the next stage.Â
âThe overgrown path winds through, a layer of leaves and broken branches obscuring the dust and dirt. You see it continues towards town, but,â Suguru smirked, looking all of you over as he paused just for the effect.Â
Satoru snickered, leaning to press his chest to your back, he murmured close to your ear, âWhat a showoff.âÂ
You gave him a gentle jab with your elbow to the ribs and he chuckled, breath hitting hot on the shell of your ear. Sending a wave of heat tingling through. Your lips pursed, biting back a smile as you tried to focus on Suguru continuing.Â
âYou notice the trees open to your left, a clearing where the grass has wilted and no wildflowers bring color. In the distance, the mouth of a cave set into the face of a jagged cliff yawns wide.â Suguru looked out at you all, waiting for the inevitable eruption of bickering.
Kento spoke up first, heels staked in rationality. âWe should stay on the path, we still have the main objective to clear and that group wonât be waiting around for us to catch up after a side quest.â Shoko hummed along with him, ready to get into the next stage and out of the creepy forest. âBesides, who knows how long itâll go on for.â
âWhat if we miss out on an important item drop?â Satoru argued behind you, hand sliding absentmindedly over your thigh, pressing closer to make you lean towards the table. âLetâs check it out, see if there's anything worthwhile. If not, we turn around and keep going towards town.âÂ
âWhat item drop would we need? Weâre well equipped, itâs an unnecessary side quest for those easily distracted.â Kento countered with a pointed look at the man pressed to your spine and practically pinning you to the edge of the table with a scoff.Â
âWhat if we find some hermit with valuable information?âÂ
Nanami leaned back, arms crossed over his chest. âWhat if we find a monster?â
âOoh!â Yu exclaimed next to Kento, âWhat if we find a dragon? The grass is all wilted, maybe itâs from the sulfur.â
You perked up at that. âA dragon would be pretty cool, would we have to fight it?â Shoko raised her brows at you.Â
âWhat else would we do with it?â She asked with a sly lilt in her voice, chin propped in her palm. Satoru shifted, poking his head into your periphery. Cheeky smirk quirking the corner of his mouth.
âYeah,â He drawled, fingers dragging in the hem of your skirt as his hand slid up your thigh a little. âWhat else would we be doing with a dragon, hmm?âÂ
Well. You werenât thinking about it like that. But you guessed after last session, your, uh, intentions were clocked.Â
Maybe you were also a little curious. Like, come on. Itâs a dragon.
âI was asking like, if we did see one, if we would be able to escape. Or would fighting it be the only option?â You looked to Suguru as you asked, but he just shrugged. He wasnât about to give up any spoilers. âAlright, I guess⊠I vote we check it out.â
Satrou chuckled behind you, giving your thigh a squeeze. Obviously enjoying having you on his side here. You chewed your lip, pushing your hips back, and his hand tightened as your weight shifted on him. Feeling his dickâhard and trapped between his thigh and your ass.Â
You kind of wanted to turn and peek at his face. The cute flush you knew was probably spreading quickly. The flutter of pearly thick lashes as you gripped the edge of the table and grinded back. Hearing the breath catch in his throat. The lift of his hips, pushing up against you, unable to stop himself.
The conversation continued around the table and you kept up the motion, shifting around way more than necessary. Every lean to check your sheets had your hips buck back. Rubbing your pussy against the head of his cock a few times just to hear the groan he choked back.Â
It was decided youâd head into the cave, check it out and see what it had to offer quickly before heading back onto the path into town.Â
Making eye contact with Suguru a few times, you exchanged stifled smiles. He could definitely see the faces Satoru made behind you, getting a kick out of watching his best friend struggling. He got in on it too, pointing prose at Satoru with terrible timing as you all made your way through the cave.
âYou approach another divergence in the path. One side illuminated by light magic crystals inset into the walls, the tunnel cast in a blue glow that staves off shadow.â Suguruâs eyes roved over the group as he took a pause, his voice dropping slightly as he continued. âThe other, you see a guardian at the mouth. A skeleton still clad in enchanted armor, itâs eyes glowing a deep vermilion like smoldering embers.â
Satoru poked your side and muttered in your ear. âYou wanna try to bone him?â
âWhy? You wanna watch?â You retorted quickly, voice low and husky.Â
âWhich path would you like to take?â Suguru asked the group, chin propped on his threaded fingers, a glint of amusement in his deep violet eyes.
âDo we sense any kind of intent from the guardian?â Kento inquired and Suguru shrugged a shoulder.
âCheck for insight.âÂ
Kento tossed the d20, and grimaced. âEight, plus four for intelligence.â
Suguru smirked, âYou can sense mana traces from the tunnel with the guardian, but the source of it is unclear.âÂ
âWell shit,â Kento muttered.Â
âI feel like the tunnel of light is a way more appealing option here.â Shoko threw out, taking a sip off a can of beer. Kento nodded in agreeance but Yu started to object.
âThere probably wouldnât be a guardian unless there was something of worth down there.â Kento shot him side-eye, and Yu shrugged. âJust sayinâ.âÂ
âLets try to talk to th-nghââ Satoru choked on the word, a shaky death grip on your thigh as you ground a slow circle on his dick. âTh-the, um, the guar-guardian.â
âYou good man?â Suguru asked. Coy smile quirking his lips and betraying the feigned concern he was schooling his face into, lifting the edges of his eyes.Â
Satoru gulped behind you, and you bit a smile back. A wide hand closed around your hip and pulled you down, holding fast with a trembling grip. âYep. Fine.â He bit out.Â
His cock pulsed against you, achingly hard. Having brought you to your peak on his tongue a few hours ago and simply pocketed your panties before heading out, claiming youâd be late if you didnât stop there.
He was probably regretting that decision right about now.
âWould approaching the guardian be like a trigger of some kind?â You asked Satoru, twisting a little to face him finally.Â
And oh, wow.
God damn, he was so pretty when you pushed him. Just as flushed as you expected, jaw tight and thick lashes low over those brilliant azure irises that burned with a mixture of desire and annoyance. Mostly aimed at you, but probably a little at himself for landing himself here.
âMaybe. I get the feeling that whatever mana is there is coming from deeper in the tu-tunnel, though.â Satoru stuttered on the word, and you batted your lashes like you asked for this.
âYou get the feeling it is? What basis do you have for that?â Kento questioned, and Satoruâs eyes flicked to the blond with his head cocked ever so slightly.Â
âI dunno man. Letâs just do something instead of standing around, now weâre just wasting time.âÂ
âYeah, weâve got a dragon to handle!â Yu exclaimed, palms flat on the table and leaning in with pure elation.
Suguru chimed in finally, âSo youâre approachingâŠ?â He trailed off with an inflection.Â
âThe guardian?â Satoru suggested. Strongly. Looks were shared around the table, uncertainty and hesitation passed around.Â
It came down to a vote, and you, Satoru and Yu outnumbered Shoko and Kento. The party didnât split up, so off to the guardian you went.Â
The only thing triggered was dialog.Â
A warning to those who enter, blah blah blah, riches come at a cost, blah blah, heed this warning or you may not see light or loved ones again, blah, pay the ultimate price as I once did. Suguru really sold it.Â
There was something of worth down there, you all just hoped youâd be prepared to face whatever was really guarding it. You were getting excited. It wouldnât be the first battle you had done with the party, but it seemed like it would be the most difficult and hopefully the most rewarding.Â
As the party continued through the tunnel, a light crystal illuminating the way, the group heard a noise, gutturally animalistic with a metallic clatter.
âI want to see what made the noise so I'll scout ahead and try to sneak up on it.â Satoru declared, ever the brave paladin.Â
âCheck for, um⊠stealth,â Suguru decided with a hand on his chin.
âHow noble,â Kento said flatly, leaning to pass the d20 your way. You stood just enough to reach across the table, lifting off Satoru. You felt him shift behind you, hand firm on your hip and he guided you to sit back down.Â
You barely stifled a squeak.Â
Your pussy, bare and slick with arousal drooling from grinding on Satoruâs lap for over an hour, met the leaking tip of his cock. Also bare and no longer confined to sweats. You halted, ass frozen and hovering just above him, midi length skirt still out and keeping both of you hidden thank god.Â
Satoru lifted his hips, pressing harder against you, lips spreading easily for him to nestle right against your hole. Not pushing in.Â
âEverything okay?â He asked under his breath. Thumb tracing a circle on your hip. Nodding, your lip caught in your teeth and you sucked.Â
No one was really paying attention, Yu and Kento were muttering about something for a class, Shoko leaned to Suguru to say something. It wouldnât last long, eyes would be back on you soon and waiting for Satoru to throw the d20.Â
Heat that had been focused deep in your gut spread, even your face felt hot as you rolled your hips back with a breath, and eased down to sit.Â
Your brows pinched together. Even after eating you out, the stretch of his cock pushing through the initial resistance made you bite back and swallow a moan. Satoru sucked in a long sharp breath, hissing quietly through clenched teeth as you sank down as quickly as you could with basically no prep.Â
The dryhumping definitely helped though.
The edges of the d20 bit into your hand, clenched hard around it as your ass met his thighs, sweats still on and pushed down just enough to free his cock. Your walls adjusted to the familiar length snug inside, cunt forced wide open to fit him quickly.Â
You held your palm up and open to Satoru, controlling your breathing as your face burned being stuffed full. He plucked the dice from your hand, swallowed audibly, and cleared his throat.Â
âThanks,â He muttered, a little breathless. He shifted you, pulling your hips back and his cock hit deeper, the curve you knew oh so well angled to drag against a sweet spot that had your cunt fluttering around him.Â
Sitting up straighter, snug up in your pussy and stilled deep, Satoru brought his fist up to your face. âFor luck?â He asked, a cheeky lilt to his voice. Steadier than you would've thought heâd be.Â
You cast a glance over your shoulder. His cheeks were flushed, the deep pink tinging the tips of his ears, but a sly smirk played on his full lips. Looking like he was up to absolutely no good, and knew it.Â
Payback. Thatâs exactly what it felt like. When your breath fanned over his fist and he rolled his pelvis up, one hand on your thigh to keep you spread open.Â
Satoru tossed the d20. âFuck yes! Nat twenty, are you for real?!â He pumped his fist, the other arm snaking around your waist and squeezing tight. âGuess I got my lucky charm now.â He murmured, close to your neck and just loud enough for you to hear.Â
A four leaf clover and your pussy had that in common, you guessed.Â
Satoruâerr, Theono, scouted ahead, and to absolutely nobodyâs surprise, a dragon lay in wait inside a cavernous dead end.Â
Well fuck.Â
âYou wanna try to fuck it?â Satoru teased, poking your side. You clenched, cunt gripping tight around his cock and he choked on his own spit. âF-fuck, okay then.â
You did your best to focus and engage in the conversation going around about whether to proceed, or turn back. The partyâs health was good, resources were at a decent level. It would be the first real challenge presented. Dragons were solitary, it would be the only opponent to take hits from and to attack.Â
So, the party met the challenge head on.
Approaching the dragon's nest, Suguru began the challenge with a smirk, âAlright, roll for initiatives.â
The flush across your chest was anything but discrete, creeping gradually up your neck. Thighs squeezing and hips fidgeting as you tried your damn best to listen to what the hell Suguru was going on about.Â
How the hell had you ended up here?
And what the hell had happened to your boyfriend?!
Whether it was planned or spontaneous, you totally fell for his, âWanna sit with me?â With that cute little tilt to his head and an eager half smile that you mistook for innocence and happily slid right onto his lap.
You dumb bitch.
Gone was the repressed pervert who blushed furiously when you regaled him with the latest chapter of fairy smut or update on that one fanfic of your favorite yaoi ship, just to squish your thighs against your tits an hour later and drill you into the mattress like he could actually put you through it.
Satoru Gojo was anything but shy when it came to D&D, you had come to discover.
Satoru had one arm around your waist, thick fingers pressed into the meat of your hip and holding you in place as you tried to resist squirming from fullness.Â
It had been almost an hour of sitting being stuffed with barely any movement, and you were the one dying. Ready to wail out from the slightest friction when Satoru moved to grab dice or check his sheets, which was a lot considering the party was fighting a god damn dragon. Luckily though, that meant everyone was focused on the game and not your probably fucked out face.Â
It didnât detract from the heat flushing every inch of your skin, settling deep and making your stomach clench, thighs tense. Having four other people in the room while Satoru had his dick buried deep and leaking pre-cum into you.Â
If anything, in a sick way, it kind of added. The risk, having to stay quiet and still and inconspicuous regardless of how fucking badly you needed some god damn friction. If you didnât get to move soon, you might actually die.
Any time youâd shift or adjust, the arm around you would tighten and youâd get a reminder in your ear of, âAh, donât move,â or a, âShh,â if you couldnât quite stifle a noise in time. Like you really needed a fucking reminder about the situation you were in.
What the fuck happened to your boyfriend?!
There wasnât a doubt in your mind that he was getting off on one; being inside you in a room full of his friends while playing his favorite rpg, and two; having flipped your fun around on you.Â
Fucking little pervert.
There mightâve been a god damn puddle on the seat at this point, warm slick leaked out around Satoruâs cock. You could feel when it dripped and the sheer amount that smeared when your thighs closed for a moment so you could lean and grab the dice.
Yeah, you still had to fucking play.Â
Suguru noticed the shift. That it was you red faced and twitchy instead of Satoru, and you became a target too. That dragon threw attacks at you every opportunity it got, forcing you to strategize and actually think about your next moves while also trying to provide healing and protection spells for the rest of the party. You didnât die though, of course not. That would just be too easy.Â
It was a pointed mess, and you swore youâd get Suguru back for it when you werenât about to blackout on your boyfriend's dick.Â
Having been at it for going on three hours, once you all cleared the side quest, collected a sweet set of items and a good amount of gold from slaying the dragon, Suguru called the session to a close. Finally.Â
Now you had to hop off of Satoru. âHelp me, please.â You whispered as everyone packed up their stuff.
âJust hold on,â He muttered under his breath to you, and you whimpered. âWe're gonna go over some of her spells, don't wait up.âÂ
Everyone called their goodbyes as they filed out, Suguru lagging behind. You shot him a tight smile and he nodded back with a, âLater, don't let him keep you here yapping forever. He will, trust me.âÂ
You nodded, way too quickly to feel convincing, pleading in your mind for him to get the fuck out. Satoru waved him off with a, âWhatever man,â
The door clicked behind Suguru and you sagged immediately, gripping the edge of the table to steady yourself. âOh my god,â You wailed, practically collapsing forward.Â
âSorry,â Satoru mumbled. He wasn't. Big hands sliding under your thighs to steady your trembling legs. You glanced at the large windows along the room looking out into the library. Everyone was gone, nobody else lingered in the library as far as you could see. So, you leaned and let your back rest against Satroruâs chest. âIâve always kinda wanted to do that.âÂ
âWhat, play D&D with your dick inside someone?â You chuckled, head lolling back on his shoulder.Â
âNo. Well, I mean, maybe a little.â Satoru laughed a little awkwardly, grip tight on the plush underside of your thighs. He lifted a little, and pulled a fraction out of your cunt. Just that was enough, you moaned, biting your lip to quiet the noise. âBut, I meant like, being inside you, but not moving.â
âLikeâah! Li-like cockwarming?â You gasped out as Satoru dropped you back down and rolled his hips a little, barely thrusting up into you. Muffling a whimper with his face buried in your neck, glasses fogging with the heat of your skin and his breath.Â
âMhmm,â He hummed, pitched and desperate. Your fingers threaded up into his silky hair, spine bowing a little, tilting your head to let Satoru latch onto the soft skin of your throat.
âYouâre suchâahh! A freak!â You gripped his thigh for purchase as he lifted you again. Higher, pulling almost half his cock out. Your hand trembled, legs shaking as friction finally sparked through your walls, chasing it and rocking your hips.Â
âF-fuck,â He choked out, dropping your thighs and impaling you fully with a sharp buck up. You cried out, clapping a hand over your mouth to muffle it. Cunt fluttering around his cock, throbbing and leaking pre with every twitch and drag along your walls.Â
Satoru pulled a hand off your thigh and dipped between your legs, pulling your skirt up to bunch around your hips. The pad of his middle finger pressed to your clit and your eyes damn near rolled all the way back into your skull. Hand over your mouth still and muffling the keen as he traced where your pussy stretched around his cock, brushing over your clit. Wetting his finger with the slick dripping and leaking around where you connected.
âYouâre s-so wet,â He whined, finger slipping lower, touching his cock and feeling it disappear inside you. âYou totally liked it, di-didnât you? Freak.â His breath hit hot on your neck, lips wet with spit and sliding over your skin.Â
The glide of Satrouâs hand exploring the connection between you was maddening. You keened, grabbing his wrist, hips gyrating to fuck yourself on his cock with what little leverage you had, grinding a sweet spot against his drooling tip. âYes! Fuckâoh my god yes! Feel-feels so good Satoru, need you to fuck me,âÂ
He took your hand and glided your own fingers down around his cock, a whine catching in his throat as you touched him, hips lifting to push deeper into you. âNeed me toâfuck, âm not-not gonna last,âÂ
âI donât care! Iâm going fucking crazy here,â You arched back, spine bowing and gripping his thigh hard, nails digging into the fabric of his pants. âBaby, please.â
The sound of you begging him to fuck you snapped restraint and control free with a low moan. Satoru slid both wide hands under your thighs again. Long thick fingers pressing in hard and dimpling the soft fat of your underthigh.Â
He slid out, lifting you up a few inches with trembling grip, and plunging back inside with a harsh thrust of his hips. Your head lolled back, hand stilled between your spread legs, feeling his slick cock glide in and out as Satoru pumped up into you.Â
The pace he set was slow, but desperate, savoring your sticky walls squeezing his cock. Chasing something with every lift up to you. Feeling like a toy to be held in place and fucked, eyes hazy and flicking to the windows every so often to check that you were still alone. Heart pounding with adrenaline at the thought of getting caught.Â
âTouch yourself,â Satoru breathed, sliding in deep. âNeed you to come. Please baby, I need to feel you come.â You nodded, the pleading in his voice going right to your cunt.
Your fingers fumbled, slipping over your clit. Stifling a gasp, electricity zapped through you the moment you rubbed a messy little circle on your twitching, aching clit. Pussy tightening around Satoru. A cracked whine slipping out, his thrust faltering as you gripped him.
Pressure built, the aching tension wrapping through you. That blushing, leaking tip hitting a spot that made stars explode through you with every drag in and out. Your clit buzzed under your slick fingers rubbing sloppy tight circles, writhing in Satoruâs grip as your cunt pulsed.
âF-fuck,â Satoru stuttered, sounding utterly wrecked, and he stopped. Nails biting into your thighs as he let out a shaky breath.
âDonât stop! Fuck, âm so close, Satoru please,â You practically sobbed, hips bucking to chase friction and his cock throbbed, twitching deep.
Satoru threw his head back with a deep groan you felt vibrate against your back, his spine arching, angling to hit a different spot. âShitâokay okay, butâugh, I'm-I'm gonnaââÂ
You gasped out, clenching as you rubbed a slow circle on your clit. âDonât stop, fuck me, paladin,âÂ
You felt it the moment you said it, Satoru's cock twitched hard and a shuddering breath wracked through him. âThe fuckânghâyou-you're evilâhahh, oh my godd,â He gripped you like he was holding on for dear fucking life, and like he wasnât even in control of himself, drove up into you hard. Bottoming out with a mean kiss to your cervix just to slide out with a wet squelch and slam back home.
You cried out, biting down on your lip to muffle it and Satoru let out a pretty, pitched moan as he split you open with harsh snaps up, cock digging as deep as possible like he needed you to be full of him. Sounding like he'd die if he didn't feel every inch of your velvety insides wrapped around him.
Fingers slipping around, wet from slick forced out with every plunge into you. Being jostled in Satoruâs grip, hands and legs shaking, your eyelids fluttered, mouth hanging open and breaths catching in your throat. Toes curling, skin buzzing alive with risk and pleasure, you felt the first kick deep as he faltered. Satoruâs head fell forward with a moan, starting low and deep in his chest, hips stuttering up. It pitched up, the sound of pure ecstasy right in your ear. His eyes squeezing shut tight and glasses precariously low.Â
âNghâfuck,â He kept fucking you as he started to come. Shallow strokes as his twitching cock pumped you with warm spurts of cum. You keened at the sensation, still rubbing your clit messily.Â
âOh my god,â He whined, gripping you tight with shaky hands. âPleaseâfuck please, I-I n-need you to co-come, please please please!âÂ
Desperate to make you come, begging you for it. Fucking his cum back into you, whining from the overstimulation of it all. Your pussy clenched, eyes squeezing shut tight as electricity buzzed up your arching spine all the way down to your curled toes. Balling Satoruâs pants in your fist, your jaw dropped as he fucked you into an orgasm.
âMnhâfuck, coming!â You cried, the tight pressure in your stomach finally snapping free. Your hand slipped off your messy clit, wet with gushing slick but Satoru didn't stop. He kept pumping into you, riding out your orgasm even as he jerked and whimpered with your walls squeezing his spent cock.
He was just such a good boy like that.
He took ragged breaths, choking on one almost like a sob as he finally stilled. You sagged back onto his chest as he slumped in the chair, victorious and basking in the sweaty post sex glow.
âYou⊠you came when⊠when I called you paladin,â You teased, catching your breath with a chuckle. Looking over your shoulder to see Satoru, glasses still low and lenses fogged a little, eyes shut and face flushed. He groaned, slipping his hands out from under your thighs.
âFuck off,â He grumbled, shoving his glasses back up. One hand on your waist in a soft, possessive grip. âItâs not like it was because of that.â He defended with a pouty little jut of his lip.
âYou sure?â You prodded, sliding your hand down his forearm as he slung it over your thigh. ââCause I think it's pretty hot,â You purred, and his eyes flicked to yours quickly.
He hesitated for a moment, trying to tell if you were fucking with him or not before lifting a pale brow with a hopeful little, âYeah?â
âMhm,â You hummed, âMy boyfriend might be jealous if he knew I was fucking a big, strong, sexy paladin.â Satoru's jaw went tight and you smirked as you felt him twitch inside you.
He swallowed hard, adams apple bobbing. âWell, uh, good thing he's not here.â If even possible, he seemed to blush harder and you grinned.Â
âMhmm, thank you for saving me from that dragon.â You batted your lashes all damsel-y, âHow can I possibly repay a hero like you?âÂ
Satoru leaned in, lips brushing your cheek as he spoke, âCheck for insight.â
âNat fucking twenty.â You winked and he groaned, grip tightening on your waist, cock still buried inside you and twitching back to life.
âGod that's so fucking hot,â His head fell back and he took a breath before clearing his throat and meeting your gaze again. âUsually I'd, uh, only take payment in gold pieces, but I couldnât take money from a beautiful maiden like yourself.â
You giggled at the absurdity of it but composed yourself when Satoru squeezed your waist and shot you a look, and got back into character quickly. âI want to show my gratitude, surely there's some way I can be of service?âÂ
âHoly shit, um, check for persuasion,â He muttered.
You reached up, sliding your hand up his neck and into his hair. âNat twenty, baby.âÂ
Both hands went to your waist, and Satoru lifted you up, pulling out of your cunt with a low exhale. You braced with both hands on the table and squeezed your legs shut as you stood again, a little wobbly. Feeling a trickle of cum seeping out and down your thigh.Â
A yelp left your startled lips as Satoru flipped you around to face him, holding your waist to keep you from stumbling. His mouth found yours, lips pressing yours open, tongue sliding inside and overtaking you in a suffocating kiss. Your arms crossed behind his neck, nails trailing through the soft hair at the nape of his neck as he hoisted you to sit on the table.
âI can think of a few ways a pretty thing like you can be of service,â Satoru murmured, lips barely leaving yours. Cock hard again and heavy as it rested low on your stomach. Your legs hitched up around his waist and you pulled one hand off his neck to lift your skirt again.
You hummed, âMmm, anything you want, I'll give it with pleasure. I'm indebted to you, paladin.â Satoru let out a groan, biting his lip. You moved to press your mouth to the pretty pale column of his throat as his head fell back. He shivered as you licked a stripe up to his jaw, rutting against you, hips driving forward absentmindedly.
âYou-youâre a little too good at this.â He sounded breathless again already, lost in the feeling of you sucking and nipping the sensitive skin at his neck. One big hand slid under your shirt, squeezing your breast over your bra and you arched into his palm. Humming deep in his chest, you felt the vibration of it against your lips.
âIs that a bad thing?â You asked between open mouthed pecks, an airy sigh passing through your parted lips as Satoru dipped into your bra to roll and pinch a nipple.
âNo, no def-definitelyâhahânot.â He stuttered out, âIt's justâyou're soâI-I never thought you'd be so intoânghâthis stuff.âÂ
âI am, but I'm into you more,â You latched onto his neck, sucking and flicking your tongue. He let out an excited noise, like a dream he didn't even know he had until you put it in place was coming true. All of it overwhelming his poor little nerdy mind.
Satoru pulled back, head dropping to look between you. âLift your skirt more, maiden.â Glasses slipped low again, he met your gaze under lowered lashes. âYou can repay your debt with your pretty cunt.â He smirked, lips twitching with excitement and you obliged happily. Grabbing the hem of your skirt with both hands and bunching it up around your hips.Â
Satoruâs eyes lowered again and spread your pussy with two fingers. Brows pinching as he watched the creamy, sticky mixture of your slick and his cum drip from your messy hole and you sighed airily.Â
âYeah,â He breathed, âThat is pretty.âÂ
âTake me, paladin. Need you inside me.â You pouted and Satoru bit his lip again, humming in pleasure as he nodded.
He lined up again, holding the base of his cock as he rubbed against your clit, eyes flicking from your face contorted in pleasure to where he slid through your folds. You both watched as he inched inside, blushing tip swallowed by your cunt. Both moaning at the delicious initial stretch.Â
He gripped your hip with one hand and squeezed your tit with the other, and your spine arched to push your chest up to him as he brushed your nipple. Head falling back with a drawn out moan as Satoru slid in and seated himself to the hilt. Hitting your cervix with one deep thrust.Â
âFuuuuck,â He groaned low and deep, watching himself pull out almost completely, and plunge back in. âIf I die on a quest, bury me rightâhahâhere,â You laughed at that, a quick little giggle cut off by a cry as he started fucking you properly.Â
You braced back with one hand on the table, the other slung over Satoruâs shoulder and gripping the back of his shirt. With one hand, he yanked your shirt and bra up together, freeing your tits. He whined at the sight and quickly leaned to put his mouth on one. You keened as his hot tongue swirled and flicked your nipple, cock hitting just right. Dragging against a sweet spot deep inside with every thrust that rocked you and the fucking table.Â
He unlatched from your breast with a wet pop and a string of saliva connected his lips to your nipple. He trailed kisses up your chest and grazed teeth over your jaw, his lips sliding over yours with possessive kisses. Asserting himself as he licked into your mouth, branding your insides with harsh snaps of his hips. You felt every vein and ridge of his cock as he dragged in and out, your pussy squelching obscenely with how soaked you were.Â
It almost didn't even feel like Satoru. Sure he fucked you hard, but he was sweet and soft.Â
He was fucking you how a knight might claim a prize, victorious and gritty from battle and finally taking what was theirs.Â
He laid you back on the table, pulling your ass further to the edge and threw your legs over his shoulders. Curling over you to hit a new angle with his hand planted beside your head. You gasped against his mouth as he dipped just a few inches in and out, over and over. Your eyes rolled a little and you gripped his shirt, your other hand back in his hair to tug a little.
He moaned at the sting and pulled back to look at you. âI wanna spit in your mouth, is-is that okay?âÂ
âDo it, you dirty littleâmnh! Fucking freak,â Your jaw dropped, tongue hanging out eagerly and he let out a cute little excited whimper. A drip of saliva left his lips and hit your tongue, warm and tasting solely of Satoru, and you held it in your mouth for a long moment before swallowing it down. Tongue poking out again to show it gone.Â
Your mouths sealed together in another kiss, tasting him again as his tongue slid with yours. His pace picked up again, fucking into you with a hard, dizzying rhythm as your tongues flicked and lips slid against each other with moans and little chu's.
Your hands slid down over his chest, trailing down his abs appreciatively, lingering and tracing the curved lines at his hips that led right down to that pretty cock buried inside you. Your fingers caught in the hem of his t-shirt, tugging up and he caught up to you quickly. Breaking the kiss and pulling your legs down for a moment. Straightening to yank his shirt off and toss it to the floor. Glasses sitting crooked on his face with the fervor of the motion nearly knocking them off.
Your eyed his body, biting your lip and practically eye fucking him as he leaned over you and resumed actually fucking you.Â
He almost never actually worked out, aside from working up a sweat like this. Blessed with good genes, you supposed.Â
Pale hair sticking around his temples, glasses crooked and fogged a little, face flushed deep pink again, he planted a hand next to your head and snapped his hips. A mean thrust that had your jaw dropped in a silent cry as his drooling tip kissed your cervix, the angle with your leg over his shoulder felt like he was in your guts.Â
Pressure built, pulsing ache winding through with every deep thrust and drag out. Satoru put his face close to yours, breathing hard and fanning hot air against your mouth.Â
âBetter than yourâhahâfantasy porn?â He asked, lips grazing yours as he smirked.Â
A breathless laugh huffed from you, âYou need to like, mnnh, ride a-a dragon or something and burn down the opposingâohh fuck⊠ki-kingdom and claim me as yours. But yeah, other than that.âÂ
Satoruâs brows pinched together, huffing an annoyed breath. âI slayed a fucking dragon for you, and you think you'reâhnghânot mine? That's so cute.â He purred in your face, haughty and condescending, angling his pelvis down and shoving deeper than anyone else before him ever could as if to prove a point. Forcing a cry out as he pounded into that spot over and over.Â
He clapped a hand over your mouth to cut you off. âShh, you'reâhahâgonna get us caught,â he reprimanded, breathy with a brow up and you nodded once. The reminder that you were in a public school space sending a racing thrum through your veins. Only making all of it hotter.
He slowed a little to savor your walls fluttering around his cock. Electricity tingling up your spine, down through your legs to make your toes curl. Your clit throbbed with need, ready to fucking explode with the first ounce of pressure.Â
You keened behind his hand still firmly over your mouth, arms wrapped under his, nails raking down his muscled back. Satoru grit his teeth, sharp jaw clenched as he sucked in a breath and let it out with a shudder.Â
âI'm gonna move my hand, please be quiet. I really don'tâhahâwanna get kicked out.â You nodded quickly and Satoru pulled his hand back, dragging his thumb over your puffy, spit slicked lips. Putting his mouth on yours again in another suffocating kiss that fogged his glasses up with heated breaths mingling.
He leaned back again, straightening with one hand clamped over the leg he tossed over his shoulder, the other drifting low to brush his thumb, wet with your saliva, over your clit. You nearly cried out again with that one touch, covering your own mouth barely in time. Cunt clenching hard and Satoru jerked with an, âUgh fuck,â like youâd punched him in the gut.Â
He recovered quickly, huffing a few breaths as he pressed firmly on your clit and rubbed mean, tight circles just how he knew would make you scream. Your head flew back, hips lifting up off the table as pressure grew unbearable. Muffling cries and near screams with your palm as Satoru worked you up to another orgasm.Â
His head dropped low to watch your pussy stretch around him, clit twitching and pulsing under his thumb. Lip caught in his teeth to bite back whines as your walls tightened and squeezed his cock over and over.Â
âFuck, so tight, so wet, oh my godâhahâyou're so perfect,â He whined, driving into you hard. Breathless desperation and neediness in his voice. âPlease, baby, I wanna feel you come. Need toâhahâfeel it.âÂ
His pleading tipped you right over, spine bowing off the table, legs shaking as a live wire snapped free and sparks flooded your body. Eyes rolling back as you twitched hard, cunt pulsing as Satoru kept fucking you through it.Â
Pressure didn't ease, it built and built, and before your mushy mind could gather what was about to happen, Satoru groaned and drove into you again and again. Cock angled to press hard into a sensitive spot, and you screamed behind your hand as your body tensed up and your pussy gushed.Â
Warm, clear fluid flooded out around his cock, spraying up his abs and pooling on the table under you, dripping down to the floor. Satoruâs eyes went round as he realized what was happening.Â
Your entire body shook as he slowed to a stop, âOh my god⊠did you justââ
âYes!â You squeaked, cutting him off. âOh fuck, oh fuck, this is so not the place for this,â You whimpered. Dragging your hand up through your hair as you sagged on the table.Â
It wasn't a first, but it was definitely a first with Satoru. Who looked like the human equivalent of the error 404 message as he looked you, and the mess you made over.
âHoly shit, I-I didnât even know you could,â He swallowed a lump down, âsquirt,âÂ
You huffed and sat up a little, shoving his shoulder lightly with a pout. âShut up,âÂ
He caught your wrist, tilting his head to the side. Pieces of platinum hair falling over his brow as a slow smile grew on his face. âI made you squirt,â He teased, leaning in close and you rolled your eyes. âThat was so hotâyou are so fucking hot,âÂ
Your already warm face heated a little more at that. At his excited, insistent expression. Pride plain as day at making you squirt.Â
You pulled each other in, mouths crashing together in a deep kiss. Noses bumping as your lips slid over each other's. You bit his gently and sucked, a small excited noise catching in his throat.Â
He laid you back on the table, still seated deep inside you, lips locked with yours. Your wrists crossed behind his neck, fingers toying with locks of soft hair as he kissed you like a reassurance. Not just lust, but affection poured into you.Â
Your lips broke apart and he leaned back a little, glancing down as he swiped two fingers through the glistening mess on his abs, the trail of white hair from his flat navel down to his cock drenched.
He examined his slickened fingers for a moment, before licking them experimentally. âHm,â He hummed and you bit your lip, pussy twitching as you watched Satoru. Partially turned on by the lack of hesitation at tasting just about anything that came from you during sex, partially by the way his cheeks hollowed as he sucked his fingers clean.Â
âTastes like, well, like you.â He said plainly and you chuckled.
âNo shit, were you expecting sprite or something?â You retorted with a smirk and Satoru rolled his eyes.Â
âNo. There was so much, I could probably drink it like sprite though.âÂ
âYou're such a freak,â You teased with a fond smile and a scrunch to your nose that he returned with his own, pushing his glasses up a little.
âWanna keep going?âÂ
âMhm,â You hummed quickly. âI still have a debt to repay to my sexy paladin.âÂ
âYeah you do,â Satoru smirked, a crooked little half smile. âOpen your mouth,â
Your jaw dropped and tongue stuck out a little, knowing exactly what was coming. He spat into your open mouth, the drip of saliva tasting of you both this time when it hit your tongue. You held it in your mouth again for a moment, moaning at the taste and feeling Satoru start to thrust into you again. Swallowing it down, he whined a little as you stuck your tongue out at him.Â
Your legs hitched around his waist as he started to fuck you again, picking up right where youâd left off before he'd found himself in the splash zone. He reached down between you, sliding his hand over your stomach, palm settling low on your abdomen and thumb pressing to your clit again to work you back up. Gasping out as electricity buzzed again, working pressure back up as he rubbed tight circles, slipping a little with how wet you both were.Â
Quicker than the last one, he brought you up to dangle over the edge with lashes fluttering and grip tightening in his hair. Your clit tingled, pussy squelching wetly with every plunge in and out of your hole. âOhh fuck⊠I'm-I'm gonna come,âÂ
Satoru moaned, feeling your cunt pulse as the first wave hit, and pressure finally released. That live wire snapping to send jolts of electricity and ecstasy through your whole body. Your thighs closed and shook around his waist, head thrown back as you convulsed.Â
He fucked you through it, pace growing erratic and breathing hard. Brows pinched and cheeks flushed again, brilliant azure irises reduced to a bright ring around dilated pupils. Looking utterly wrecked as your pussy tightened and gripped. Pulsing with every sloppy circle he rubbed on your clit.Â
âFu-fuck,â He stuttered, and grabbed your arm, pulling it down to replace his hand with yours, and you keened as he pulled out.Â
âWhat areââ
âSpread your pussy,â He ordered, breathless and sounding just as wrecked as he looked. âHold yourself open for me.â
You blinked at the command, fuzzy post-orgasm mind processing for a moment before you glanced down to see his hand wrapped around the base of his cock, pre beading at the slit in his tip as he slid his grip up a little.Â
Two fingers obliged, index and middle spreading your lips wide. You whined and jolted as Satoru slapped his cock on your pussy a few times. Both of your eyes trained low as he rutted against you. Moaning as he rubbed your sensitive cunt, held open for him.
âHoly shit, ohhh you're so perfect, s-so prettyâfuck your pussy's so fucking pretty.â Satoru gasped out, dipping his leaking tip into your hole, shallow strokes in and out making you keen.
He pulled back and pumped his cock a few times, abs visibly clenched and a pretty, low moan slipped out as he jerked forward, pitching up into a whine as his cock twitched and spurted. Ropes of milky white decorated your pussy. Warm, sticky cum painting your sex held open for him to coat.
He panted to catch his breath over you, letting his cock go, both of you jolting as it hit your pussy with a heavy slap!
âOh my goddd,â Satoru groaned, falling forward to rest his forehead to yours.Â
You reached up with your clean hand to push his glasses up and brush some hair out of his eyes and he gave you a weak little smile. Tucking some of your hair behind an ear and cupping your face, lifting your chin to press a light kiss on your lips.
âGuess we gotta deal with all this,â You sighed, gesturing around you both.Â
âUse my shirt, I've got a hoodie anyways,â Satoru moved back and reached for the discarded t-shirt on the floor and you gasped sharply. âWhat?!â He jerked upright, whirling around in sheer panic.Â
âYou-yourâŠâ You covered your mouth to stifle an astonished chuckle. âOh my god, your pants.âÂ
He blinked at you, and glanced down at himself. âHoly shit,â He muttered. Finally seeing the massive wet stain that spread down to his thighs. âFuck, it looks like I pissed myself!âÂ
âI'm sorry! Shit, I-I didn't even thinkââ
âNo! No, no, no, it's not your fault,â He rushed to cut your panic off, moving quickly back to you, shirt in hand. âBut, uh, do you wanna come back to my dorm tonight? Stand in front and be my shield in case we see anyone walking back? Please?â He asked, a hopeful lilt in his voice, head cocked like a puppy and you chuckled.
âFor you, my sexy paladin, gladly.âÂ
Gathering around the tableâcleaned of any evidence of you and Satoru having stuck around the week previousâyour party of five with Suguru as dm sat down to resume the campaign. Back on the proper path leading into town and continuing the main quest.Â
In your proper seat next to Shoko this time around. Close enough you could rub Satoruâs shin with the toe of your sneaker, bump his knee with yours every so often. Getting crooked little smiles and nudges back as you progressed through the next stage of the quest.Â
Catching the sideways looks he cast your way as you threw a few good rolls of the d20 on checks. Sharing one with lips bitten as you somehow landed nat 20 for a mind read spell on a barkeeper and got just about every bit of information you needed from it to move on to the next stage. Feeling pride at the admiration in his eyes.Â
Grateful you decided to join in a few weeks ago, even if it had been mostly as a joke, seeing how hard you could push Satoruâs buttons.Â
It had grown on you, the fun and exhilaration of the game. The challenge of it all, working with the cards you were handed with every roll of the die. Working with the party as a whole, supporting each other, laughing with and at each other and offering strength where others lacked it.Â
The session went by way too quickly, and three hours zipped away in a blink. You'd all made good headway, especially with the items you'd gotten from the dragon on the last side quest. And everyone packed up their stuff to head out.Â
Satoru wrapped an arm around your shoulders, his bag slung over his other shoulder and ready to go. You cinched the tie on a little black cotton bag tight and slipped it into your own backpack, beaming up at him.Â
You'd found the dice set at a hobby shop looking for a figurine for your character together, a pale purple resin with little gold star glitter dispersed inside. Looking like galactic formations cast in the shape of seven dice, and you snatched them up immediately.
Satoru said they were absolutely perfect for you. And you couldn't agree more.
You all chatted as you left the room, opting for engaging in extracurriculars elsewhere this week.
The party split up to head your own ways, and you and Satoru walked through the dim campus path with Suguru. Sandwiched in between them as Satoru teased him again for mixing up his npc's.
He rolled his eyes and muttered something about Satoru trying to dm and keep track of the endless string of random characters.
Suguru bumped Satoru's arm over your shoulders with a passive, âOh yeah,â like he was remembering something inconsequential, and Satoru hummed, glancing over at him.
âI went back to check for a missing d8 last week,â He drawled, still looking ahead with a little smirk toying the corner of his mouth. âBut it looked like the room was still in use.âÂ
Your eyes went round and your head snapped up to look at Satoru. His head creaked around to stare horrified at Suguru. âOh fuck,â He muttered. Face starting to deepen to a comical shade of red you'd probably laugh at, if you weren't also the butt of this mortifying joke.
âYeah, choose a room with less windows next time. Fucking exhibitionists.âÂ
Satoru looked like he might disintegrate on the spot. He probably wanted to.Â
You were definitely horrified, but at least it was just Suguru. He'd keep it as a dirty little secret, maybe hang it over your head a few times until something new and embarrassing happened.Â
But still, maybe you'd try to be a little more careful next time you tried to fuck a D&D character.
Just maybe.
a/n â àŁȘ ÖŽÖ¶ÖžâŸ. I hyperfixate hard and watched like 20+ hours of dimension20 on YT for 'research' (lies, it was selfish and maybe why this is so late) and highly recommend the channel to anyone looking for D&D content. DM is amazing and i may have a mild crush on him now. definitely check out this fic by @anubisvoid2 to laugh your ass off at more D&D shenanigans, i did! alsooo, comment on my pinned to be added to a permanent taglist if you'd like :)
Synopsis. On campus? Choso Kamoâs the sweet, shy nerd you share film class with - the one who can barely meet your eyes without blushing. Online? Choso Kamo is really @cursed(your)wombzâthe #1 streamer on C4mBoyfriends with 820k followers to see hisâŠnine inches. And he might just be looking for a partner.
Sunday was the night youâd found him; sprawled out on your bed and thumbing through the Internet. Some glitzy pop song you couldnât name blasted from your speakers, and the room was saturated in the tingly excitement of having speedy Wi-Fi, no assignments, and the night to yourself. LED lights pink.
Youâre checking some of your messages - doling out a few hearts, a few reposts - when that bell-shaped button bursts in blue. A new notification.
@cursed(your)wombz liked your repost.
It was on a photograph of the Sunâbig and yellow, seemingly melting over a grey horizon.
Which was perfectly ordinary- this was the Internet, after all. And though your list of followers was modest, of course youâd interact with a stranger here and there.
The problem was in the way the notification disappeared as soon as it came.
AnâŠaccident maybe? This person had liked and unliked your repost. And without a second thought, youâre typing their username into the search bar.
And clicking on their profile.
@cursed(your)wombz huh?
He had a pitch-black profile picture and a layout with nothing of note, a banner as equally colorless and unnotable, and a simple bio stating:Â
I know what you wantâŠ
- C.
And beneath that was a link.
It stood out stark against the black background. You donât click on it, of course- for fear of being something malicious, youâre avoiding it like youâd avoid a minefield.Â
Youâve already heard one too many horror stories on here about such things. One click and youâd find your address posted somewhere. Instead, your eyes drop to the number of followers he hadâŠand your eyebrows are immediately shooting up.
0 Following.
581k Followers.
Now that makes you blink.
Okay- alright, maybe it wasnât the most astounding number youâve ever seen throughout your expansive time on the Internet - but it was still niche celebrity-status. Especially on this app. Especially to be stalking an account like yoursâŠwhere all you did was repost the stray picture of a pretty landscape or yell into the aether about your missing assignments for your friends to comment on.Â
Now that was a little strange.
And so youâre scrolling down.
And you never quite know what youâre in for whenever you enter the realm of a personâs accountâfanfiction with tags you never knew existed, one part of an argument on social media that really shouldnât exist, mpreg.Â
Which was all fine and dandy to be quite honest- you just never expect to be met with the most beautiful man youâve ever laid eyes on.
The first picture youâre seeing- pinned.
Posted just an hour ago. Itâs a mirror selfie taken at a low angle; of a man with his body angled towards the lens and his phone covering his face. In nothing but a towel. With nothing but his chiselled body. His beefy arms flexed as he takes the picture, biceps rippled with a few veinsâthough still lean and almost smooth to the touch. Pierced nipples. Defined abs. Your eyes linger on the sparse dusting of dark hair leading below, below, below his fluffy white towelâŠ
The picture cuts off just a few inches past his navel. You know because youâre enlarging it.
The photo is almost vampiric in nature.
Somehow.Â
Dimly-lit. Beautifulâhe clearly knew his angles and lighting. Itâs slightly blurry and you canât make out much of the manâs features - nothing more than the slender length of his fingers, silver rings, and the outline of his dark (perhaps brown?) hair. Touching his shoulders. From just above the hem of his towel, the amorphous blur of a tattoo snakes down his left v-line - and no matter how much youâre zooming in, you canât quite figure out what it is.Â
Something twists at the pit of your stomach as youâre latching your eyes onto the very obvious bulge he was sporting through the towel - very.
The flash created a shadow of his lengthy cockâoh. Hanging between thick thighs, heavy and needy. And it also illuminated the slight dampness clinging onto his body; perhaps heâd just gotten out of the shower, or was about to take on after a workout.Â
Whichever scenario it was, both made your thighs clench- fuck.
Fingers slightly shaky, youâre exiting out of the picture and scrolling down for more.Â
The next post is a video seemingly taken from the very same instance: it was from the point of view of the beautiful man. Facing downwards, as he zoomed the camera in on his bulge and ran one vein-covered, ringed hand down his abs- down his pelvis- down to that throbbing erection and squeezed himself through his towel.Â
And then through your speakers echoes out the most pornographic moan.Â
Thank goodness your dorm had thick walls.Â
And thatâs when you decide that youâve seen enough.
Not enough as in enough enough to block this strange man and move on with your life- of course, not. As quickly as your fingers would possibly let you, youâre exiting out of the video and scrolling up to a bio that seemed to have more to hide than the first time you read through it.Â
The link stands mockingly stark - almost winking at you - against the dark background. You think you know what it is.
And you click on it.
Suddenly, your laptop screenâs flooding with a gaudy pink color. A loading circle swivels in the middle of it for a few seconds, before youâre met with a logo in swooping, slanted black script: C4mBoyfriends. Better than that boy in your dms.
Rapidly, youâre opening up a new tab and typing in the name.
âC4mBoyfriends is an adult streaming platform that hosts webcam performers that choose to label themselves as male. Here they can stream live video, post photographs, and interact on forums with a wide array of paying viewersâfor a range of content catering to specific niches or sexual roleplays. C4mBoyfriends, since its recent launch, has shot up in the industry as one of the most-visited adult sites and the safest for its performers. All cuts go to the performers themselves and the site runs on separate donations from its audience.â
Ah- youâd guessed right.
Excitement burbles at the pit of your stomach for a few seconds. Youâre clicking back onto the tab with the pink logo, and finding that itâd stopped loading.
It was in the layout of a streaming device, with static images of ongoing streams on one side of the platform, and different pages listed out on top. But what took up the majority of your screen was the vision of the very same man from before- from the mirror selfie, from the video.
This time, it was a stream.
@cursed(your)wombz is streamingâ#1 streamer on C4mBoyfriends [101 week streak]. [Only solo]. Your internet boyfriend <3
0 Subscribed.
820k Subscribers.
455k Currently watching.
This time, he had his towel lifted up and his hands fisted around his fat cock.
Perfectly angled.Â
Your jaw drops. He was about eight- maybe more inches, though you werenât in the state to count. Way too entranced by the way his veiny, ring-decorated hands were wrapped around his cock. Large. He was just so loooong and standing tall between wide-spread legs, shiverinâ every time heâs gliding his hand up and down. Up and down.Â
Again and again.
Getting faster by the second before he arches-
The edge of his thumbâs reaching for his ruby-red crownâthen smearing the glistening liquid that just kept on foaming from the top. He lathers it upon his palm and drags it down his hot erection, making every inch gleam underneath the off-camera lighting.
Youâre clicking on a button to increase your volume.
And just in time, too, because then he snakes his left hand down and squeezes his heavy balls- letting out a botched groan that leaves your shorts oh-so-wet.Â
Deep and guttural; thereâs a slight quiver in them as he whispers. âF-fuck.â Just so full and sensitiveâthe manâs head tips backwards and his hips buck off the cushioned chair. Sluttily. As though he was fucking something invisible. Itâs creaking ever-so-slightly as he settles back down, composing himself just a little bit before he starts cumming.
Pearly white droplets of cum.Â
Beading from the very top of his shaft - where he was the most pink nâ angry - shaking as he empties out. Globs of it start to glide down his length, and a few more collect where his silver Prince Albertâs piercing was positioned right beneath his mushroomy tip.
Youâre just letting your eyes linger upon that little heap of satiny sap, when the man thumbs upwards and smears that, too. Such a mess.
And you think that might be all- but then heâs reaching his non-dominant hand upwards and pressing down on his frothing cockhead. Stopping himself from cumming - and as he leans to the side, you swear youâre glimpsing the twinkle of even more piercings on the upper side of his shaft. Was thatâŠa Jacobâs ladder?
Youâre rendered so damn speechless that you almost donât register him speaking- âAwwww, did my pretty sluts wanna watch me cum?âÂ
A shiver runs down your spine at the hitched tone of his voice- drunk on lust. Heâs slightly slurring. So alluring, you almost catch yourself nodding.
âWell, too bad.â The man meanly snickers, before heâs suddenly reaching out with his non-dominant hand and angling it higher. The screen shifts to display that very same mouth-watering body from the pictureâthough, this time with the addition of a black-and-white mask that covered his features from forehead to his sharp jawline.Â
The only opening in it was a concave cutout for his mouth - almost reminiscent of a Phantom of the Opera mask. In the background was a clearly expensive bedroom of a clearly expensive home - far different from your single dorm - an artwork that you couldnât name on the wall behind him. Something like a photograph or a portrait. Something about it was so precise- so cinematic. Like watching a movie scene. He continues, âBecause you know why? You donât deserve it.â
Thereâs a flurry of comments on one side of the screen, so fast that you wonder how he reads it.
âDidnât I tell you to spam me with your nastiest stories in the chat?â He asks, and from beneath his mask you catch the outline of dark eyes shifting down those hurried words. Those needy comments. âNone of you are nasty enough, so none of you get to see me cumâŠâ
Youâre tearing your eyes off of him to peruse what they were saying.
@girrrrrrrrrrth: nuuuuuu please, curse! iâll get on my knees!!
@vampzo333: me too ME TOO
@likezmenpregnant: My story about the body pillow wasnât nasty enough? TT
@CCpervnextdoor: AWWWW Iâm begging~
@Curseâswifey: IâLL PAY YOU EXTRA PLEASEEEEEEE
@Curseâswifey donated 500 cherries.
âTch- what a desperate bunch. Just fucking look at yourselvesâŠâ And though his words werenât in the least bit nice, you couldnât deny just how badly he made your cunt twinge.Â
CurseâŠthatâs what his name was, huh?
Youâre squeezing your thighs together- your sleep shorts were definitely soaked.Â
Curse rolls out the kinks in his neck just a little, and stares down at the camera with a crooked grin. âBut thatâs not gonna be enough. I said to be nasty- so be nasty.â The active chat becomes nothing but a blur once more: pleas, donations, stories half-typed in their urgency. âAnd in return Iâll moan whatever name you want me to moan when I cum.â
Before you know it, youâre opening up the sign-up page in a new tab.
Keeping Curseâs livestream playing in the background as you zip through your details. Youâre picking out a username for yourself: Ietsmakeamovie and hastily going back to the ongoing stream with your newfound handle. Was it too obvious to make it the same username as your other account? The one that he had stalked?
Fuck- youâre too wound up to think of something else at this point. You decide that youâll change it laterâŠ
Luckily, Curseâs stream didnât have a paying threshold before you could comment. And youâre jittery with excitement as you pull the laptop closer to yourself and start typing out somethingâhitting send before you could overthink it.
@Ietsmakeamovie: Seeing you is the first time Iâve gotten this wet.
Curseâs eyes drift down the chat, and he seems to latch onto something. Eyes widening just a fraction.
âThe first time?â
Fuck.
Youâre feeling a jolt at the way he addresses you - never expecting him to pick out that comment amongst tens of thousands of others that were uttering even filthier things. Curse leans in and speaks with his deep tone, âThose other boys didnât know how to treat a perfect pussy like yours, huh? This is why they call me the Internet boyfriend, baby.â
@Ietsmakeamovie: Yeah.
@Ietsmakeamovie: Fuck, youâre so hot.
@Ietsmakeamovie: I donât even wanna look away to touch myself.
You feel embarrassed typing it all out - but you console yourself with the notion that no one here knows who you are. And you donât know anyone here, either.
Curse leans back and starts pumping his cock even harderâtaking his left hand off the drivelling top. His milky-white precum is frenzied nâ sticks to his hand like glue, and the chat grows more and more excited as Curseâs actions do the same.
âThatâs alright, baby, you donât have to finger yourself.â He chuckles, eyes locked on the comments. âIâd be doing that for you if I was there.â
@Ietsmakeamovie: Wish you were. Youâd reach so much deeper.
@Ietsmakeamovie donated 1000 cherries.
âFuh-fuckââ He hisses, head throwing back in his chair. You take the time to admire the lines of his prominent Adamâs apple - the way it bobs every time heâs taking a shaky swallow. âNo need to donate or anything, baby, just keep- ngh, talking tâme like this and thatâs enoughâŠâ
@0003h0lesforCurse: holy shit. iâve never seen him like this.
@CCpervnextdoor: Needy Curse I like it~
@bewbsRlife: KEEP GOING OP KEEP GOING!!
You giggle to yourself.
@Ietsmakeamovie: Enough to make you cum, Curse?
âGreedy, greedy girlâŠâ Through the slightest gaps in his mask youâre catching the way his nose crinkles in amusement. A wolfish smile. âSâthat what you all want?â
The chat explodes in agreement.
He cocks his head, âMovie?â
Was that your new nickname now? Hastily, you reply-
@Ietsmakeamovie: Mhm.
âWell thenâŠâ He grins, toned body arching off the chair. âGet ready for a showââ Darkened gaze narrowing at the comments, âAnd you better not take your eyes off of me for a single second- hump your damn pillows if you have to. I donât care.â
Quickly grabbing your own puffy pillow, youâre stuffing it between your legs.
Right as Curse lets his head loll backwards- and his cum drizzles out of his cock. Heâs been edging the poor viewers and overstimulatinâ himself for so fucking long nowâall it takes is a few pumps to let the cascade of white coat his hands and his rings. Just the slightest bit of silver peaking through.
Hard and fast.
The manâs cockhead flushes even redder as he drags his high out deliciously. Every burst of dopamine. Every heaving pant. Every pretty moan escaping him.Â
It seems to be ramming into him in waves- gooey ribbons of seed coat his digits. Getting smeared like a gloss across eeeeevery single inch, ridge, and veinâand since Curseâs pace was something furious, a few globs of cum splatter across the towel and onto his thighs. A mess that heâs seeming to love.
Because in the next few seconds, heâs wrung out just the final bits of pleasure in him- and is raising his cum-coated fingers up to his mouth and sucking. Staring straight into the camera lens as he does so.
Youâre watching slack-jawed as those long, lacquered digits disappear between his lips. Finishinâ them off squeaky clean and letting his head tip to the side.
He mouths, âMovieââ
Part of your username.
Though you hadnât asked for him to moan your name, as heâd promised to do to one of the viewers had they been nasty enough. And this special treatmentâŠ
Maybe he did it to every new viewer. Maybe he just liked how much you complimented him- though everyone else did, too. Either way, itâs perhaps what sets off the bursts of electricity between your legsâand soon enough youâre hurtling into a high you hadnât even realized had been building up and up and up.
Your lashes flutter shut as the orgasm overtakes you.Â
Hips ruttinâ away into the plushness of your pillow- you wonder just how much better riding him would beâŠ
And thatâs setting off a whole new layer of dopamine at your core, your cunt quiverinâ as white-hot pleasure makes your heartbeat throb in your ears. Chest pounding. Breaths heavy.
By the time youâve finished pushing through your high, youâre coming to find that Curse had somewhat cleaned himself up with the towel and was bantering back nâ forth with the chat. He rests his head on one hand and sweeps his eyes down the usernames, âWhat happened to dear Movie, huh?â Curse pretends to pout. âThe first stream wasnât too much for her, right?â
@girrrrrrrrrrth: kekekeke youâre too freaky, curse!!
@CCpervnextdoor: So dirty~
@daddytoeknee: Must thank Movie for the show thoughâŠ
Urgently, youâre gathering yourself and tapping a few buttons on-screen.
@Ietsmakeamovie subscribed to @cursed(your)wombz.Â
@Ietsmakeamovie donated 2500 cherries.
@Ietsmakeamovie: Itâd never be too much.
âAhhh, there you are.â Such a beautiful smile smears across his face, and Curseâs leaning in to take a closer look at the comments. âAnd thank you for subscribing, same time tomorrow?â
Youâre unsure whether that was directed at you or everyone viewing- but youâre chiming in agreement alongside the rest of the comments. And Curse reads through them, lingering for just a little while longer before he grins.
âHeh- bye, sluts.â
And he covers the camera, the stream cuts off.Â
Yet your heart still thunders.
Ignoring the time at the bottom of your laptop screen, youâre then clicking on his profile and scrolling through what other videos he hadâŠ
.
.
.
It was your fault that you kept dozing off.
Honestly.Â
You should have known better- and you know that you shouldâve known betterâŠbut you couldnât help yourself. After Curseâs initial stream, you spent some time browsing through the numerous photographs and short clips that heâd posted; there were even some saved streams that were each dirtier than the lastâeach with his attractive mask and his even more attractive voice, his sensual cock getting pumped over and over for the audiences.
And so youâd left a few comments, a few hearts.
Throughout all of them, you made the peculiar discovery that they were all more high-quality than the last. The standard of being the #1 on the site, you guess. But the lighting and angles were all just so perfectâŠ
Youâd watched them for just a little while- at least, what youâd thought was a little while. Because by the time youâre realizing that your laptop battery was dying, and your eyes were tired, youâre turning your head in the direction of the dorm windows and- fuck.
Why was the Sun coming up?
And so youâd rushed to get at least half an hour of sleep before you had to get up for your 8AM lecture.Â
Professor Yaga taught Film 101 as though he was trying to scare everyone off it. Rigorous coursework and never-altered deadlines. Though you yourself wouldnât consider him an unreasonable man, it was impertinent to be punctual and alert in his classes - and right now, you were feeling neither of those.Â
By the grace of the universe, youâre somehow managing to stumble into class just two minutes after it starts. Itâs not enough to rouse Yagaâs anger - and either way, you had made a name for yourself as one of his most avid students - though it does get you a sternly raised brow as you apologize and take the nearest open seat.
Just-so-happening to be in the very last row.Â
At the very forgotten corner.
Right beside who you knew to be Yagaâs actually most avid studentâChoso Kamo.
Had it been a race between the two of you - perhaps between the entire department - Choso would have finished five times before anyoneâs even stepping past the finish line. You wouldâve gotten second. And that wasnât to diminish your abilities in any way - youâd long since proven yourself to be one of the best students this course had even seen - itâs justâŠChoso was a film nerd through and through.Â
If there was anyone that could live up to such a title, then it was him.
Choso lived, slept, and breathed film and television. He could name any television show around the world with just a single frame, and most he could recite line-for-line. Oh, that? He learned Korean just to immerse himself in that scene in Parasite. That scene? It was from the 1957 Sri Lankan film Amba Yahaluwo, by the way did you know that Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom was filmed there, too?
Knitted vest. Hair in two messy space buns.Â
Clunky glasses rested atop his nosebridge, and dark bangs covering most of his vision, youâd often see him tottering around campus with a column of books that was damn-near taller than him. And despite his towering demeanour - from your mental counting, Choso was around 6â2 or more - around most of the student body, he was the type that couldnât meet your eyes no matter how many classes you shared with him.
Even now, as you seated right next to him and smiled- Choso softly yelps and turns away from.
You donât take it personally, of course, as he was simply the shy type. And by the flush that rises to his high cheekbones, you know he - at the very least - doesnât dislike you.
Situating yourself, youâre opening your bag and pulling out your laptop. Opening it- fuck.
The briefest flash of one of Cursesâs previous streamsâwhere he had his cock in his hands and his face contorted mid-ecstasy flashes across your screen. And you canât slam your laptop shut fast enough- cracking it just the slightest bit to exit out of the numerous tabs, fingers nothing but a blur. Thank fuck your volume hadnât been set on high.
Head ducked, youâre looking out from the corner of your eye to check whether Choso had seen anything.Â
But if he did, he shows no indication.
Only keeping his back ramrod straight- his gaze ahead- his flush fiery as he listens to whatever Yaga was saying.Â
And so you think youâre in the clearâŠfor nowâŠ
Opening your laptop up once more, youâre logging onto your lecture platforms and attempting to forget about last night. Which was difficult when that smile upon Curseâs face, just beneath his mask - was the only thing running through your mind.
And before you know it, youâd been staring blankly at your screen for a few secondsâbefore Choso inches in just a centimeter closer. Unwilling to let himself take up even more space. He keeps his eyes trained ahead and his voice - fuck, youâd never heard his voice before but it was just so deep and measured, something you wouldnât have expected out of him - low.Â
Whispering to you, âH-heâs on Chapter 18 of Stone Butch Blues, weâre about to write a screenplay for the zoo scene.âÂ
âAhâŠâ You donât know whether youâre more surprised at the timbre of his voice or the way he managed a proper sentence out to you. All your previous attempts at conversation throughout the semester had been futileâand youâd long resigned yourself to the idea that he was too nervous to ever talk to you. âTh-thank you.â
He doesnât answer but nods in shy acknowledgement.
And as youâre opening up your file, you bask in the realization that Choso Kamo was actually hot underneath those glasses. If only you could see his features furtherâŠ
Maybe youâre being a little delirious. Your eyes feel heavy.Â
Heavy.
Heavier.Â
Tap-tap-tap.
A shake.
Tap-tap-tap-tap.
A warm hand on your shoulder, by the time youâre opening your eyes- youâre looking up into even warmer, molten chocolate-colored ones. They were framed by fawny eyelashes and thick glasses that made his shy gaze seem ever-so-slightly amplified.Â
You think youâre stunned for a few seconds before Choso speaks, âU-umâŠclass is over.â
âOh.â That makes you dart your head up and look around, noticing that most of the students had filtered in or were in the process of already doing so. âOh, shit-â
Youâd seriously slept through all that?
And Yaga had left you alive?!
No, you werenât going to question this act of mercyâthank goodness for the last row, because he likely hadnât been able to see you. Shooting upright, youâre grabbing all your things and hoping you hadnât snored next to the sweet boy - âThank you so much for waking me.â Youâre turning towards him and saying, earnestness seeping into your tone. âKnowing me, I wouldâve slept right through till next class. Might actually have been more convenient.â
He startles into a laugh then raises a hand up to his mouth and quietens himself down, âItâs alright.â Youâre staring closely at the little bells of laughter, and he turns his eyes downwards. Bashfully admitting, âHappens to me too, whenever I stay up um- studying. Long night?â
You sigh, âYou could say thatâŠâ Not a long night studying, butâŠ
And as the conversation quietens down and Choso worries down on his bottom lip, youâre hiking your backpack up on your shoulders and saying. âWell, I guess I should be going then. Catch up on the recordings of the lecture and everything-â Turning, âSee you âroundâand thanks again.â
You make all of five steps before Choso finally gathers up the courage to call out-
âWaitâ!â
Confused, youâre facing him once more. âYes?â
And his hand was out, his fingers were slightly trembling. He was mouthing out the words as though still debating whether to speak them into existence - whether he was capable of. âIâŠwe-â Eventually mustering up the courage once you give a reassuring nod, âWhen will we meet up?â
That makes you pause.
Was heâŠ
âF-for the assignment.â Choso clarifies, a flush rising to his cheeks as he likely realizes he shouldâve led with that. âProfessor Yagaâs mid-semester project he always doesâŠâ
Ahâyouâre clapping a palm on your forehead. How could you have forgotten? Yaga had announced at the start of the semester that about halfway through, the class would be paired up or put into groups to work on a collaborative project that contributed to about 50% of your grade. This semester, it was to write a full-length movie screenplay for a book or musical of your choice. And youâd been excited for it, in fact, but after theâŠactivities of last night itâd completely slipped your mind that heâd be delving more into it this lecture.
And the poor boy stumbles through his explanation, âH-he let everyone choose their partners, and I wanted to wake you up butâŠyou just looked so peaceful.â He fidgets with his fingers and flushes, âI th-thought one of your friends would come up here and choose you but-â
Probing him gently, âBut?â
âB-but Iâm afraid you ended up paired with me.â Choso just looks so genuinely apologetic- âIâm sorry- no one picked me either. I shouldâve woken you up, but we can go talk with Professor Yaga about changing partners if youâd like-â
âHeyâwait.â Youâre cutting off his spiel, something in your chest aching at the utterly devastated furrow between his brows. You take a step closer to him, âI would love to do the project with you, Choso. No need to talk to Yaga about anything.â
He looks up at you with wide, disbelieving eyes. âB-but your friendsâŠâ
âI donât really have close friends in this class, anyway.â You smile, âIâd much rather do it with you.â
âReallyâ?â Breathed. As if he couldnât believe it.
And itâs after some time - and a deep inhale - that he speaks again. Finally sinking in that someone would choose him of all peopleâthat you would, that he speaks again. âAnd um- would you like to work on the script at my place?â Before you can answer, his breath hitches and his head shoots up. âN-not that Iâm pressuring you intoâŠitâs nothing weird, I promise! We can meet anywhere else you like- the library, your place- wait, no thatâs weird, tooâŠâ
âChoso- Choso.â You giggle. And if this was anyone else then you wouldâve assumed that they were putting the moves on you. âIâm okay with your place.â
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.
.
The apartment was a fair distance away from the campus dorms.Â
Which made sense, you suppose, given the fact that less than half the people there would be able to afford the rent on such a placeâespecially after tuition. The highrise dove into the clouds, its vermicular body scaled in glistening windows and gold-accented furnishings within. You got the distinct feeling of being swallowed whole as you entered through the widely-gaped entrance, with several doormen and security that eyed you up and down, bowed at Choso.
You thanked them and made your way - slightly speechless - through the hallways.
This was everything you could ever dream of, and youâre sure you spot the odd actor or two down in the lobby. As youâre getting into an elevator the size of your entire dorm room, Choso punches in one of the highest floor numbers and turns to you-
Throughout the bus ride here, youâd been the one chattering away. And so it surprises you once he finally speaks, âI-Iâm sorryâŠmy place is a bit of a mess.â
âCanât be as bad as mine. I wonât judge.â Who cares about a mess when he lives in a place like this? You couldnât wait to go insideâŠ
He pushes his chunky glasses upwards and gives you a shy smile, âThank you.â Looking down at his polished shoes, âYouâre so sweet.â
âThank you.âÂ
And you rise upwards in silence.
Soon enough, youâre finding yourself being led up to his massive apartment. Heâs punching in the numbers of the code and setting his backpack downâtelling you to make yourself comfortable. And you shuffle inside awkwardly; past the lavish furnishings and the alien-shaped lamps that all rich places seemed to boast.Â
He leads you in the direction of the master bedroom - where Choso said that his film collection was vast and likely to reveal techniques that the two of you would be able to incorporate into your own script.
âI even have a copy of Momijigari- itâs one of my most prized possessions.â He shoots you such a charming smile, eyes twinkling behind his glasses, over his shoulder. Heading inside.Â
Choso notices that youâve stalled behind and looks over at you curiouslyâhe was taking a seat on the carpet, laptop opened up on top of the coffee table. âSomething wrong? Iâm sorry, I know itâs really messy but-â
âNo, youâre good.â You shake your head, âItâs actually not messy enough.â
He smiles.
That night, you went home and wondered why Chosoâs smile looked so familiar.
.
.
.
The musical that youâd chosen for your âadaptationâ was The Phantom of the Opera, suggested by you, of course.
And if there had been any connection to the masked man youâd been watching the night prior, then you were just glad that Choso had no idea.
It was far easier, given the fact that itâd already been adapted from the initial novelâthough that only meant that Yaga would be critiquing yours even harder.Â
So you had to strive to be more cinematic, than the others in your class, stronger in ways than the ones before you - and though you doubt youâd ever match up to Schumacherâs visuals, there was little doubt as to whether youâd be the best amongst the students. This was a screenplay made to impress, and in the week since youâd pored over itâand Choso Kamoâs mahogany coffee table typing away at it, you only grew more determined in the fact. And throughout the week, youâve been flitting in and out of that very apartment of his.
Choso had been a lovely partner for the project - the best you couldâve ever asked for - and youâre coming to find that he was actually far more funny than anyone ever gave him credit for. Far more open. Far more active when it came to something he was passionate about.
And of course, you knew that heâd be sweet.
Despite his initial insistence that he could do the project himself, youâd taken up half the work. And youâd joined him in browsing through his massive catalogue of movies, in searching up screenplays to read, and in annotating them for techniques when starting to write yours.
Youâve come to make friends with one of the doormen by now.Â
Just today youâd watched the 2004 Phantom of the Opera adaptation. And after a few hours of occupying his space and getting to know the nerdy boy a little better, youâd go straight back home toâŠCurse.
Whenever Choso made you feel tingly with his sweetness, Curse would amplify that heat to right between your legs.Â
Itâs been a week of getting to know Choso Kamo, and a week of having Curse splashed across your laptop screenâcock furiously hard nâ his moans echoing. Heâd smile and utter your username whilst wearing his iconic mask and itâd be a high strong enough to follow into the day after. And often Choso would ask you what youâre so happy about.
Today, in particular, Curse had just finished one of his streams - cumming aaaaaall over the desk this time - when heâd settled himself back down and started chatting with the comments. Responding to one or two of yours.
Youâre just about to joke about why he was sticking so long after his orgasm when he speaks once more-Â
Voice somewhat serious, âAlright, nowâŠsettle down, settle down.â Curse waves his hand airily at the camera, throwing a middle finger up when the chat only gets more frenzied. âTch- what brats you all are, would you wanna roleplay that someday?â
@vampzo333: YES PLEASE.
@likezmenpregnant: How about you be the brat�
@Ietsmakeamovie: I would like that.Â
@sixeyesorsixh0les: ^^
@0003h0lesforCurse: ^
âFine fineâŠâ Underneath the mask, he rolls his eyes fondly. âBut I really do have something to announce-â
@likezmenpregnant: Youâre pregnant.
@Ietsmakeamovie: Iâm the father-
@Curseâswifey: NO MEEEEEEEEEEE!!
âIâm thinking of getting a partner for these streams.â He finally admits, rubbing his chin as though still in thought. And your heart stops-
@bipplruletheworld: so down.
@Cursenoticeme44: Omg yeeeeeeeeees!!
@daddytoeknee: YESYESYES.
The chat practically explodes, and youâre unsure what to feel about itâafter all, you donât know Curse and itâd be strange to feel a little possessive over his solo streams, however, you did have your preferences. But then again, you canât help but imagine just how much hotter it would be to have two people- perhaps to see him make expressions he never has beforeâŠ
Ultimately, youâre quiet as Curse leans in and scans the chat. His brows furrow just a little as he sweeps through the blurring usernames, âI dunnoâŠIâm still thinking about it- I havenât even asked this person, to be honest. I just wanted to know what you guys thought.â Nodding his head along or huffing out laughter at some of the comments, âMovie?â
You joltâat being called out.
He wanted your opinion specifically? You suppose you did contribute to about half his comment section most streams.
But you stall as your fingers reach for the keyboard.Â
Biting down on your lip and contemplating for a little while. Though he waits as patiently as ever-
@Ietsmakeamovie: I donât mind!!
Something seems to wash over him as he reads your comment, nodding. âI see.âÂ
He moves onto something else and his expression was indiscernible.Â
Youâre flickering your eyes to the artwork behind him, the small corner of it peaking into the frame, and it suddenly hits you that itâs the theatrical poster of The Phantom of the Opera (2004).
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.
.
It canât be.
It canât be.
It canât be.
Thereâs something your brain was telling you that youâre absolutely refusing to believeâafter all, how many people in the world loved The Phantom of the Opera? Hell, how many people in the world have watched The Phantom of the Opera?
That didnât mean that everyone you came across had a secret identity as one of the hottest streamers on C4mBoyfriends.
You were being paranoid, you told yourself. You were being utterly silly- and the next time youâre going over to Chosoâs apartment was the very next day. Which wasnât entirely ideal, given how much youâd tossed and turned after Curseâs last stream conjuring up all the possibilitiesâŠbut Yaga wouldnât accept a request for an extension even if you were set on fire in front of him. And so you went.
The pit of your stomach twists as Choso swings the lavish wooden door open and gives you a beaming smile. So innocent. So sweet.
He shakily pushes his glasses up as he welcomes you in. âCome inâs-sorry if I took a while to get to the door, Iâve been doing some decorating recently.â
His nervous smile is what makes you find your voice. And youâre dubiously looking around the luxurious apartment, âYou need to do some decorating?â
âBelieve it or not, yes.â Choso huffs. âWould you like something to drink? Or maybe to eat? I checked out that bakery you recommended last time and youâre right- they have the best Danish pastries.â
âActually, ChosoâŠâ Youâre shaking your head, shooting him a grateful smile. âIâm good. Iâd think Iâd prefer to start right away, if thatâs alright? I really wanna get to Act 2 today.â
âO-oh, of courseâ!â
And heâs sweetly guiding you inside, whilst you attempt not to look like youâre taking two steps at a time. Back to that familiar room. Back to that familiar desk. Back to that (somewhat) familiar bed which most certainly did not have an artwork from The Phantom of the Opera on itâ
You open the door and the first thing youâre seeing is the familiar plane of that white mask. The Phantom.Â
Choso follows behind you and catches you staring at the poster. Gravelly tone echoing from behind, âI told you I did some decorating.â
And you jump-
Swivelling around to find him bearing you a sheepish smile, âSorry if I startled you.â He pushes those chunky glasses up, âTea?â
âS-sureâŠâ You breathe, if anything for a thing to occupy your mouth with. Wait- not like thatâ!
And as Choso disappears down the hall, youâre taking a seat on the bed youâve sat on countless, countless times before without a single care in the world. Now youâre sinking into the very - the very - edge as though itâd swallow you whole.
Body just resting on the plush comforter before-
âHey, so I also have coffee if you would prefer?â Comes Chosoâs sudden voice.
And youâre startling once more- âJust tea is fine, thanks.â Barely managing to get that through your lips, youâre watching as he disappearsâŠas the sound of his footsteps echoâŠ
Before darting off the bed and now heading towards the camera equipment youâd noticed in the corner the first time youâd been here. What youâd assumed to be part of another one of his classes or personal projects. Now, youâre leaning in and wondering with just which camera he showed his pretty cock off to millions, at just what height of his tripod he made your cunt so heated.Â
Fuck.
Fuck, fuck, fuck this was real.
Now, youâre noticing things in the room that youâd never noticed before. Like the ring light kept underneath his bed, and the dresser in the corner with numerous rings- those werenât costume props or anything. They were pure silver.
Heavy.
Heavy, like the pit in your stomachâexcited and swirling. Just trembling at the tips of your fingers - ever-so-slightly - youâre reaching out as though to touch it, as though to feel the alternate version of Choso that you knew longer than you knew Choso-
âAh, so youâve realized.â
And then his voice permeates the room.
The room that suddenly seems smaller, the room that suddenly seems to rise ten degrees in temperature - though goosebumps skitter across your skin. And almost as though in a horror movie, youâre turning in slow motion to face the bespectacled man who was now holding up a tray of steaming hot tea.Â
He walks over soundlessly and sets it on the coffee table with a slight click! And besides that, Choso walks over to the dressing table and puts his silver rings on.
One by one.
His eyes hold court with yours through the mirror, âHow long?â Voice a deep timbre.Â
Youâre taking a step closer without even realizing, âUmâŠjust last night. Just now- actually.â
He chuckles and you realize heâs asking how long youâve known about Curse.
âI-I found you by chance. About a week ago, actuallyâŠâ And then you say whatâs been on your mind ever since you had, âEver since you liked and unliked my repost.â
âAh, a rookie mistake.â Choso comments. âI should have known better than to stalk using my public account.â And with all rings now put on and glinting in the lighting of his bedroom, Choso shuffles through his jewellery tray to pluck his earrings in and one eyebrow piercing. And thenâŠone lip piercingâa lip ring that twinkles mischievously as he smiles.
He rises and you think youâve never quite appreciated his built frame.Â
His deep eyes as theyâre locking in on you. Echoing out, âThoughâŠyou really canât say much- can you, Movie?â
And though you knew that he knew- you canât stop the zaps of electricity running through your body.Â
Sputtering out, âYeah-â Your fists clench and youâre looking up at the object of both your fantasies and your secret interest these past few days - melded into one. âYeah, I really canât. Choso youâre soâŠâ
âDifferent?â He fixes his glasses, âThough I really am shy, I canât deny that- especially around you. But it helps to be a little more antisocial when Iâm around idiots.â
He leans in closer- so close that his scorchinâ hot breath wafts across your features. You have no idea how youâd diminished such a distance so soonâŠ
âAnd if my memory serves me right-â Choso taps on the edge of his chin, in mocking thought. â-I seem to remember that Movie agreed to have a partner on my stream.â You shiver. And he looks at you adoringly, âSo how about it? Wanna make a movie, baby?â
You step a little closer.Â
âOnly if I get to match wardrobes.â
He chuckles and picks you up to spin you around-
And then itâs getting to work. And then itâs shuffling through his closet to find a mask that matches his own.Â
He stretches on the rubber a bit and brings it to youââI bought this one when I first started, but it ended up being too tight- I think itâd be just the one for you.â
It was. It fit perfectly.
And then he paces around the room and starts to set up- before Chosoâs gaze catches you hovering around the bed, and then heâs clicking his tongue and forgoing the tripods altogether. With just the professional lights and the high-quality camera, Choso places the camera on top of the coffee table. Facing the foot of the bed - everything and anything could be seen.
Just with a few clicks heâs started the stream.
And with just a little nudge heâs urging you to sit next to him.Â
âHello, my little slutsââ Choso- or should you say Curse croons towards the camera. On one of his monitors you can see him being projected there - waving, in his knitted vest that clashed with his mask. You stand off awkwardly out of sight from the camera. He smiles. âAs you can see, things are a little different todayâŠâ
@girrrrrrrrrrth: uuuuuu change of angle!! change of angle!!
@bewbsRlife: ARE WE GETTING A SURPRISEEEEEEE??
@likezmenpregnant: Pls be pregnant, Curse <3
âNo- no, Iâm not pregnant.â He laughs, âBut I have been thinking about what we talked about last night.â
@bipplruletheworld: omg this canât beâŠ
âAnd guess what? I did what you guys told me about- and I talked to her.â
@bipplruletheworld: yessssssss
@yoyoyoureinmypuss: IâVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS ONE^^
@bewbsRlife: WOOOOOO-
@daddytoeknee: Omg whereâs Movie, Ik sheâd love this- heh. Imagine this WAS Movie thoughâŠ
âSo, my little slutsâŠâ Choso announces, âIâd like to introduce you all to my new partnerââ And heâs reaching out and clasping your wrist, looking up to check for reassurance before continuing. Miming whispering to the camera, âAnd this is her first time on stream, so be niceâŠâ
Youâre sheepishly walking into their view.Â
Slightly bowing your intrusion into the stream, âTh-thanks for having me?â
âIsnât she cuuuuute?â He asks the commenters, and thereâs a flurry of agreements. Youâre even spotting a few questions about your name nâ interests, even kinks, amongst those - all of which Choso waves off with a laugh. âNow nowâwe can have the Q&A later. For now, letâs get to the fun partâŠâ
@Curseâswifey: FUCK THATâS MY FAV PART-
@2coolforcond0ms(iâmavirgin): Movie youâre missing out on a historic moment uwu
And the fun part consisted of clamoring onto the bed as fast as lightning. Letting the mattress dip nâ creak its protests out as Choso sits on it with his back turned to the camera, then lovingly pats his manspread thighs as a signal for you to climb on. Meaty muscles. Thick enough for you to want to sink your teeth into- how could you never have noticed?
Perhaps because this was the polar opposite of how he acted when he was on campus - always keeping to himself, never taking up too much space. Now he was practically vacuuming it all up so you had nowhere else to sit.
And you were more than happy to climb onto Choso Kamoâs lap.
Sitting your ass down on his readily-awaiting seat. From under your skirt you feel something hotâand throbbing between his legs. Cylindrically shaped and curved to the left.
Just the slightest movement makes his rock-hard erection twitch underneath- and youâre whimpering at the lewd sensation. At the way he drips out a hefty dollop of precum that seeps through his trousers and sticks to the front of your panties, making you gaspââCh-Cho-â
âShhhh.â Choso wraps a hand âround your throat and cuts you off.Â
And before you know it, heâs bouncing his knees to get you to slide your drippinâ pussy up and down his bulge. Up and down. Turning towards the camera, âYa hear that?â Up and down. âMy girlâs so needy- sheâs already begging for it. But I dunno if she deserves it, huh?â
@bewbsRlife: I MEANNNN
@theh0rniestsoldier: iâm feeling mean todayâŠ
@daddytoeknee: Give her your mouth!!
âMouth? I love that idea.â Choso titters.
And then heâs giving a teasing slap on the side of your ass cheeksâsmack!Â
âPlease-â
âSit on my face now, baby.â He purrs, eyes flickerinâ with pure need underneath his mask. Then leaning in to whisper in a loooow tone for only you to hear. âYou know Choso, but letâs see if you can handle Curse.â
Then he leans back on the bed - his head pointing in the direction of the camera.Â
And youâre shuffling up Chosoâs toned, brick-hard bodyâstraddling your knees upon either side of his head, veerinâ your hips right atop that pretty face. Youâre sitting - right in front of the camera. Though nothing was revealedâŠyet.Â
And Chosoâs digging his tongue up to you instantly- he isnât even making it past the fabric of your panties. But that doesnât stop him from lettinâ his tastebuds take a looooong, luxurious lick of your swollen pussy.
Right down your sopping wet slit.Â
Suddenly, the room echoes with one of his pornographic moans- the very same ones youâd listened to night after night through your laptop speakers. Now theyâre even louder, and somehow even sexier, sending electricity shooting straight up, up, up from your core.
And even more treacherous was the way youâre feeling something coldâŠand metallic at the very middle of Chosoâs tongue. Rock-hard. It takes whateverâs left of your rationality to realize that itâs a silvery tongue piercing smack-dab where his tastebuds kissed your pussy. Scraping alongside where you were most sensitive.Â
Instantly; your head tips back and saliva starts bubbling at the sides of your lips. âFuh-fuckâŠâ And before you know itâyouâre starting to drag your throbbing pussy up nâ down his features.
Short, barely-there jerks of your shy, shy hips.
And Choso chuckles huskily to himself at the cute way you were yearninâ for his mouth. But what you didnât expect was for him to reach one ringed hand up and squeeze the left side of your hips.
Your only warning.
Before heâs suddenly tightening his hold on you and reaching one more hand up- snaking it beneath your skirt like some pervert. Choso edges towards your throbbing cunt and places one good slapâ
Itâs the resounding smack! of skin-on-skin that makes you halt more than anything.
Jaw-dropped. Thighs quivering. The white-hot pleasure runs through your spine and leaves you barely hearing his roughened words, a tone lower than you knew his voice to be- as though drunk on the delicious taste of your pussy already. âGreedy, greedy girlâŠâ Choso tuts, âDonât tell me youâre trying to enjoy yourself without letting our dear audience in on the fun?â
Oh, shit.
Youâre letting your head snap to where the camera was positioned and blinking its one gluttonous eye. Comments flooding the screen of the monitor so fast that you couldnât read them-
Youâd completely forgotten about the stream for a second.Â
âIâoh, I um.âÂ
Yet another harsh smack! âForgot, huh?â Amusement seeps into Chosoâs words, as though heâd already guessed the situation.
You admit, âM-maybeâŠâ
âIâm afraid I canât blame you, baby.â Smack! âCurseâs mouth is too good, huh?â He yammers on and on, his tongue nudging deeper, his rippling tastebuds skidding into every ridge- as if trying to fuck you through your damn panties. âThis pussyâs too goodâsheâs purring fâme already. Hear her?â
And youâre not sure why- but youâre nodding to whatever he says. âY-yesâfuck.âÂ
âMhm. So why donât we let our lovely audience hear, too, huh?â Youâre barely given the time to register his suggestion, before Choso husks out a command. âLift your skirt up, baby.â
Your thighs squeeze around his head at the notion-
And your fingertips touch the short hemline of your skirt.
@Cursenoticeme44: Holy shit.
@theh0rniestsoldier: iâve been waiting for thisssssssssss-
@daddytoeknee: WOW.
@girrrrrrrrrrth: bbyâs so needy!!
@RâŹ4leater: munch Curse #canon
The chat explodes as you let them bear witness to Chosoâs face stuffed between your pretty legs- heâs redly-flushed and ravenous. They could see the slightest glimpse of his nose nâ the way heâs driving it between your sodden pussylips, diving and diving, they could see the glossy layers coating your cuntâand the way Chosoâs pink lips come up to suck on it.Â
Those handsome cheeks of his hollow out, as heâs makinâ out with your pussy through your panties.
Like a man starved.
Long canines slightly nippinâ at your folds- almost wolfish in mannerisms.
âOh p-pleaseâŠâ Youâre quivering atop him. You donât even know what youâre begging forâjust that it feels so good to have him veering his tongue hungrily against your cunt like this. And you wanted more.
More, more, and more.
Chosoâs holding onto your restless hips with a clammy hand- heâs stuck to you almost like adhesive. And he guides your hips - he fucking slows them down - whilst you continue moaninâ and shaking atop his raw mouth. Glistening wet tongue extending even more than its usual length to slide-slide-sliiiiide your panties to the side-
And youâre gasping at the sudden whiff of cold bedroom air against your naked pussy. âCh-â A spank. âI mean- fuck, Curse?â
âMhm, mâhere, baby.â He drawls out. Slightly slurring with all the extra globs of your pussy juices - pooling straight into your mouth, nâ Choso reaches up and smooches your soft swollen folds to smear it all around. Like some gloss. âMâhere aaaaaand- so are 820k sluts that wanna watch you break.â
âB-break?â Youâre gaping, âI thought you were just gonna- ngh, eat me outâŠ?â
âBaby, Curse never âjustâ does anything.â And youâre shocked to find him sliding his tongue out, tipping his head back to refer to the camera on the coffee table. âIsnât that right, fuckinâ pervs?â
@daddytoeknee: Hell yeah.
@0003h0lesforCurse: duhhhhhhhhh
@yoyoyoureinmypuss: YOUâRE THE BEST CURSE
@Fishygurodad: Fuck, her pussyâs divine.
âHehâŠâ Choso smiles into your cunt, âAnd so whaddaya say? How many slaps before I stick my tongue in her?â
@vampzo333: 3
@bbynohuuuuzz: 14
@Ilikepr1menumbers: 29
âSince mâfeeling nice- read your favorite one out, baby.â He murmurs.
To which youâre unable to do anything but- you tilt your upper half just the slightest bit closer to the monitor and pick out the first one you can read through the blur of words and numbers:
@Fishygurodad: Until she cries.
Oh.
Your blood runs cold.
Your cunt grows heated.
And before you can either rectify your recitation or beg for mercyâChoso doesnât hesitate before fixing the rings on his fingers to be slightly higher than before. Making sure theyâre in line of him planting one- two- three good, loud spanks on your sobbinâ cunt. âO-oh my god- fuck, mmm, oh my god.â
Until the skin of his fingertips seems to redden, and your pussylips feel raw - âHow about that?â He asks- not from you, but from the viewers.
@daddytoeknee: I donât see her crying yetâŠalso idkkkkk Iâm getting Movie vibes.
@girrrrrrrrrrth: movie wouldâve loved this-
And then itâs one after the other. Again and again, Chosoâs emblazoning the rude outlines of his rings against yours - until youâve fucking memorized the ridges nâ patterns of the one ring on his middle finger with the carving of an octopus.Â
Tentacles flared out.
âShit, not that damn ring again.â
And as heâs doing so he canât help himself- fuck, he canât heeeeelp himself. His canines dig into the sticky fabric of your underwear like a damn dog - and throughout the duration of what his hands were doing, youâre hearing the sharp riiiiip of fabric tearingâ!
Soon enough, your panties are tattered and ruined in Chosoâs maw- just from his mouth. He spits it out and continues swerving his thickened tips inwards to give a loving pinch on your clitâand you canât help but burst into peals of shrill, needy cries. Both pain and pleasure mixing as he doles out a final swat-
Before Choso swipes your pussylips apart and spits- the glutinous glob of his saliva landing directly on your hole. He doesnât give it the time to seep back outâinstead, heâs surging up and shoving his face between your legs.
This time, without the barrier of your panties in the way.Â
@CCpervnextdoor: HE FUCKING RIPPED IT OFF WITH HIS MOUTH??
@bewbsRlife: HOLY SHIT CURSE-
@Fishygurodad: Shiiiiit, Iâd do the same ngl.
And then Chosoâs shoving his tongue inside and slurpinâ all around your wet hole like a damn animalâŠ
In and out.
In and out.
Probinâ into slippery sweet spots.
Chin hitting the back of your slit. Plastic mask rubbing against your clit.Â
Chosoâs pierced tongue was going absolutely fucking wild inside of you. He wastes no time before gripping either side of your cute hips and slamminâ your pussy down onto his mouth- hard and fast. The perverted nerd is slashing his tongue inwards, smearinâ apart your glue-covered folds. As deep as he could go. He doesnât care if it hurts, he just needs to make sure that loooong slick muscle of his tastebuds were scrapinâ every inch of your walls.
With the curved tip of it, he flexes it against a sweet bundle of nerves. Making you buck with a pitchy moan of his nameââCh-Cuuuurseâ!â And the sensation was made even more delicious with the way his orb tongue piercing presses in contrast against your hot cunt. âIt feels so good, Curse.â
âI already know.â Choso pipes up- cocky in all the ways you never knew he could be. âI already know- but what about those fuckers watching, huh?â
âW-wellâŠâ Spit drivels down your chin, and youâre struggling to keep your eyes focused to read the urgent chat.Â
@bipplruletheworld: theyâre so HOT!!
@NERDSAREMYBABYGIRLZ: OHHHH WHAT A MUNCH
@daddytoeknee: Me next <3
And it was clear that they were seeing the effect he had on you- how could they not?
Your eyes were dazed and teary, your thighs were shaking like leaves in the wind, Choso was making your body twitchâjust from the way heâs reeling his entire tongue out. And breathing out steadily and slowly against your twitchinâ pussylips, freezing cold air that leaves you even wetter on top of him.
Heâs unfastening his mouth - leaving it wiiiiide open for all the satiny ribbons of your slick to enter his gullet. And once youâre done- that isnât enough riling you up.
Choso leaves a good slap on your folds and asks, âSoâŠwhat about it?â Muffled through his mouthfuls.
âThey agree- they agreeââ Youâre keening out. Star-struck, seeing pleasure burst behind your shuttered eyelids at the sudden stinging. âFuck- youâre the hck! best Iâve ever had, Curse.â
âI agree.â He hums. And as if this entire ordeal wasnât sinful enough, Chosoâs swashing around the silky-smooth sap heâd collected from your leaking pussy. Letting the flavor seep into his tastebuds, before heâs then spitting again on your pussy. A semi-opaque layer of lewdness that coats your inner thighs in a sheen that catches the lighting.Â
Perfect on camera.
Youâre squeezing your wettened thighs together and creating an audible squelch!
âAwwww, look- this pussy agrees, too.â
The gooey addition startles you- and you rut.
Only straight down onto his awaiting fingers.
@girrrrrrrrrrth: oh, shit is heâŠ
@legsopenforcurses: With the rings on, too!!
@likezmenpregnant: My show is onnnnn
Itâs such a fucking mess for him to navigate- even with his own fingers. Soon enough, youâre arching your back as you feel him intrude a single ringed digit between those utterly swollen pussylips of yoursâalmost difficult to find your snug hole between them. Youâre damn lucky that Chosoâs fingers were slender as well as incredibly lengthy.
Because heâs circlinâ your tight orifice a few times - only a few times - before inserting the sections of his finger. Quirking just right and hitting the exact bundle of your nerves.
That infamous g-spot that made you yelp once he starts and keeps on hitting.
And his rings- oh, fuck, his rings.
Just so chunky and textured. They were the perfect designs to press up against your walls and massage them stupid- every drag meant that youâre feeling them dig into ridges nâ crevices you hadnât even known existed.Â
Hitting and hitting. Curling his dexterous finger and scraping- âFuuuuck, oh my god.â The doughy tip of his finger soon becomes damn-near molded to the area where it was, and your eyes flicker to the back of your head as you continue anglinâ your hips so he could hit it perfectly. âRight there, Curse- r-right there.â
âI know.â Choso rolls his eyes - at least what seems like it underneath his mask. âThatâs why Iâm hitting it. HonestlyâŠis my girl dickmatized?â He utters as he sucks on your clitâultimately erupting a sobbing slurp! that makes him nod. âMhm, I think my girlâs dickmatized.â
Tipping his head back before you can refute his claims. He then addresses the audience-
âWhaddaya think, my little pervs? Dickmatized alreadyâŠmaybe I should go easy on her, huh?â
@olderandR4w: nooooooooooo
@yoyoyoureinmypuss: NEVER.
@Fishygurodad: Go even harder.
âTough crowd.â And with that said, Chosoâs stuffinâ in just a few more fingers. Each with their own numerous rings and sopping wet sounds accompanying themâslurp!
One.Â
Two.
Youâre counting about three of his prolonged digits pushinâ your tight walls to their limits, rubbing your sweet spots raw with his constant bashing rhythm, before lustful fogginess coils around your brain. And itâs around here that Choso catches onto the glazed look in your eyes and chucklesâ
âOhhhh, you really are dickmatized.â He hums to himself, though youâre sure the professional mic picks it up either way. âAnd so soon, too. Probably hasnât had a good finger-â
A fourth being added so that he can scissor apart your velvety channel whilst still multi-tasking with his other fingers to ram into your g-spot.
â-or even a good mouth on âerâŠâ To emphasize his point, he presses a dramatically loud kiss upon your clit. One thatâs making you bounce nâ bounce your hips atop his clammy face, and grind your throbbing nub down on his pointed nose. The addition of his mask just makes that cool touch even more lecherous. âMy poor girl.â Choso still mutters out despite the way heâs gluing your cunt to his mouth. He pulls away from your clit with a loud pop! âWhat do you think, my slutty audience?â
At the slurring question youâre letting your head down to watch him. âChâŠCurse, whatâve you got on your mind-â
âMâjust asking what else you deserve, baby.â He coos. And questions them once more, âHow about a little quiz? Which parts of Curse are going to make my poor, poor girl feel the best? A). My fingers. B). My mouth. OrâŠâ
And he pretends to listen to your noisy wet pussy once more.
âOr CâŠâ You could practically feel the grin plastering against your needy pussy. The way his eyes narrow in sinful amusement beneath his mask- you didnât have to see his full face to know that Choso was enjoying this perhaps way more than he should. ââall of the above.â
And it was futile to think that they would answer anything else.
C floods your vision.
Youâre letting your mouth droop, and your gaze meet Chosoâs own between your legs- but youâre finding that you donât have to say a thing for him to already know the answer.
And as expected, he gives a final roll of his tongue atop your clit - before munchinâ on your aching cunt once more. This time, heâs tunneling his fingers deep into your cavern whilst still licking inside with his prolonged tongueâwhen stretched out, Chosoâs tongue could reach almost as deep as his fingers could.
Your cunt was being stretched-out to lengths you never thought about before.
Not only were Chosoâs fingers thicker than yours, but his tongue was something ravenous- no matter how much youâre flinching in sensitivity, he isnât slowing down. âMmm-â He groans, barely breathing through even his flared nostrils. Youâre hit with the distinct feeling that he thinks he doesnât even have to breathe as long as he had you on him like this - âMmm, hold still.â
Taking advantage of the fact to lavish your sensitive inches with kiss upon kiss. To grind his nose down purposefully on your clit. To glide his metallic piercing across those hidden spots. To bash your poor g-spot in again and agaaaain with his fingers before his tongueâs coming to the rescue to soothe the slightly raw sting-
So itâs not long before youâre throwing your head back and cumming.
Perhaps the strongest youâve ever felt when youâre in the throes of your high.
You barter your hips forwards and keep up a steady pace - one thatâs making Choso hit the exact spots you wanted him to during the peaks of your high. The utmost peaks. âShitâshit, just like that.â Breathless. âK-keep going, baby, it feels so good.â
And he doesnât even answer - too caught up in fucking you through your orgasm.
In the way you shudder above him. In the way youâre only getting even sweeter by the second-
Bodyheat raising a few degrees in temperature; your heart sings and the bed creaks with how much youâre jostling from above. This was even better than touching yourself to videos of him, there were so many thrills of bliss that heâs wringing out of you- like heâd wring out of himself during his solo videos.Â
With both his fingers and his tongue, slurpinâ and sliding. Those doe-like eyes of his are edging straight to the back of his skull as he feels your drenched walls cleeeeench around his pierced tongue, as though itâs the best thing heâs ever fucking felt. And youâre acting on impulse - you really are - because the coffee table was positioned right beside the foot of the bed.
And all you had to do was reach your arm out to grab the simple camera there. Turning it into your point of view as Chosoâs sweaty brown bangs stick to his forehead, as sweat trickles down his temple, as he lets out soft yet unyielding moans whenever youâre squeezing your thighs around his head.
@cockycockowner: no homo but thatâs the most beautiful man iâve ever seen.
@theh0rniestsoldier: woah heâs PUSSYDRUNK
@Fishygurodad: Show me his POV.
@daddytoeknee: Donât you know that sheâs his girl now smh?^^
@daddytoeknee: Movie-core- wya ml??
Choso cocks his head and keeps making out with your pussy in all the ways that make your toes curlâpleasure elongating from your orgasm and spreading into every part of you. Your vessels, your cells, your atoms.
Theyâre all buzzing with pleasure and still aching for more once Choso finally pulls away with a loud pop! of his lips releasing.Â
When they do, youâre sneaking a look down at him and noticing just how red nâ swollen they were. Even the skin around his jaw was flushed with the constant ramming contact. And the viewers are just gobbling it up - subscribing bells keep dinging here and there, and everywhere.Â
Just a single look at his stats on-screen reveal that Chosoâs climbed up to 870k just since youâd started this stream.
And itâs after a little while - after heâs had his fill - that the dark-haired man finally taps at the side of your thigh to gesture for you to get up. Though, even then, heâs tightening his grip on your bodyâgoing against his own fucking instruction to press a final few open-mouthed kisses before heâs done.
He chases after your pussy with his maw for a little- before heâs finally sitting up.
And itâs only then that he seems to notice the camera in your hand, blinking his glazed eyes a few times to make sure he isnât dreaming things up. Once it finally registers, the most attractive grin spreads across his face. âYou changed POVs?â
âHad to.â You admit, âI wanted them to see how pretty you areâŠâ
âGuess you finally learned about sharing, hm? Greedy girl.â He chuckles darkly to himself. And then he starts looming closer, âBut you realize that the showâs not done yet, right?â
You gulp.
@Fishygurodad: Fuck her already, damn!! Iâm only here for her.
@2coolforcond0ms(iâmavirgin): Hate to admit it, but heâs lowk right. I think Iâve discovered Iâm biâŠ
@vampzo333: ^^
@girrrrrrrrrrth: ^^
âSo impatient.â He looks at the monitor, reading the chat and tuts. âHonestly- so ungrateful. I should end the stream right here and fuck her on my own terms.â
Thereâs a frenzied flurry of comments- all of which you were sure were begging for Choso not to stop and bashing that one commenter for attempting to start a revolution. To which youâre only giggling and handing over the camera to him.
Choso - as the expert - then positions it somewhere by the edge of the fluffy pillows: where theyâd be able to see the expanse of both your bodies and where youâd soon be connectedâŠ
And then youâre shedding your clothes in a hurry- making it to your smart blouse before heâs reaching a hand up and tearing through it. The buttons hit the floor, and at your noise of displeasure Choso merely lets out a half-delirious giggle.Â
He leans in and whispers, âI-I have a Phantom of the Opera t-shirt Iâd love for you to wear.â
The change in demeanour gives you utter whiplash, and you canât help but stare at him open-mouthed.
âWhat?â Choso asks, next moving on to shrugging off his own fabrics. Theyâre landing on a heap beside the bed, and your lips slightly part at the display of his red-hot erectionâitâs just as large and sensual as all those streams had proven him to be. Polished strawberry top. Slender veins along the middle.Â
A happy trail of dark brown - nearly black - glistened with the splattered remnant of his precum. Just like the gleaming mess across his chin, mouth, and cheekbones that Choso wore like a medal.
He was slightly longer than even on camera- and even prettier up-close. Way up close- he shuffles his body up yours nâ fucks your tits a few times to dollop out glistening translucent precum across yours tits.
âLightingâs not the best here.â Choso explains- or at least attempts to pin an explanation onto that. Onto something heâs clearly been wanting to do for so long. âHad to highlight âem, baby.â
You scoff, âItâs justâŠâ Throwing a cautious glance at the camera, you lower your voice. âYouâre so different from how you are in real life.â
âOh? And how did you expect me to be, huh?â He positions himself between your legs - wrapping both of them around his waist. Before then thinking better of it and throwing them even more lewdly around his neck insteadâhis plush priggish tip kisses your entrance. âDid you expect me to be likeâŠâ
He trails off.
He doesnât need to complete the rest of his sentence- and you donât think youâd have heard him even if he tried.
Because in that very moment, Chosoâs jerking his pale hips back a mere few inchesâthen plopping his globular tip between your pussylips and push-push-puuuuuushing. Fucking past the initial restraint of your first ring of muscle, heâs funneling in some thick inches that make your heels bang against the muscles of his back.
And he doesnât even seem to notice.
He doesnât even seem to breathe as heâs letting his cock swerve inside. Get suctioned inside. Get his Prince Albertâs piercing crept down your sensitive innards. Get gobbled up between your greedy legs-
You clench âround him and Choso throws his head back with a low, broken moan.
âOh p-pleaseââ Heâs babbling out through unsteady pink lips, a lazy line of dribble starting up from one corner of his mouth. Those long lashes of his flutter as heâs reaching one bulky hand up to grip the headboard, and placing his right one on your hips- keeping you steady.
Fingers trembling. Muscles rippling.
@likezmenpregnant: WoahâŠmake him do that againâŠ
@sixeyesorsixh0les: SUBBY CURSE HELLO??
@whimperwhiteboywhimper: oh I am SO here for this
@Fishygurodad: WhateverâŠ
Your eyes bulge once his throat cracks with what sounds like a whimperââPlease it feels so good.â And though you couldnât quite make it out, even the chat seemed stunned as Choso punctures out a broken stutter of his hips. Delving a few inches into your goopy insides- though not enough to bottom out completely, as youâre still too wound-up for him to fit completely. And youâre able to pinpoint exactly where heâs using the orbed metal of his first piering. With more to comeâŠâNgh- oh.â Broken noises emanating into your eardrums and the mic. âIt f-feels shooooo good, baby.â
Chosoâs head drops into the crook of your neck, and there - and there - youâre feeling his cheeky grin.
And suddenly youâre understanding.
Ohâhe was toying with you.
And he was doing it in a way thatâd completely fooled you- and perhaps all of his viewers, too.
But before youâre able to open your mouth to bite back something at him, Choso staggers his hips back and gives you a vicious jackhammer with his cock, âO-ohhhhh, my godââ Your toes curl atop his shoulders, slippery with sweat. He hadnât even rammed all the way inside yet, and yet the slightly left-leaning angle of his shaft was driving you wild.
Big and thick.
Running the slick globe of his tip down your walls, Choso probes a direct hit to that spot you loved so much. And he knew you loved it so muchâheâd mapped out your entire pussy earlier, of course.
And yet, heâs still gasping as though the pearls gates of heaven had descended right here and there. Heâs letting his sweet caramel eyes widen convincingly as he peers down at you, âI-is thatâŠthe spot, baby?â
@Curseâswifey: HE sounds SO NGH.
@daddytoeknee: Daddy likeyâŠ
@daddytoeknee: Also Movie wouldâve really LOVED this, huh?
You hiss, âCurse, you should already know-â
âBut how could I knowâ?â He exclaims. âThis is my first time, after allâŠâ Then Chosoâs plastering his clammy tattooed hips - with a snake on the side - to yours, as though the two were connected by the force of the worldâs strongest magnets: pulling and pushing, pulling and pushing. Every single battering ram of his mazing cocktip ends up lodged against your sweetly bruised g-spot, marking his circumference out with the sheer pace at which he was hitting it.Â
âShitââ Your nails clench on the sheets, and feeling jealous- Choso guides them to fist his hair instead. âShit, right there. It f-feels so good-â
âThere?â The once-nerdy man breathes out in awe. Disbelief every single time - or at least the mocking imitation of one. Swipinâ a line of precum down your nervy spot once more, âTh-there, babyâ?â
Something breathy- octaves higher in his tone. âYes- yes there-â
âThere-â Choked up and ruined. Husky grunts hatching in the back of his throat. There was something there in his words that you couldnât quite pinpointâa sort of undertone of primal need, primal amusement as he ruined your pussy with his speedily pap-papping hips, but acted as though he had no idea what he was doing. Every single syllable uttered was met with a thorough whack of his curved cockhead against your particular spot- âThere there there there- there-â
âFuh-fuuuck-â
âSo this g-spotâs really m-mine now, baby?â Choso asks.Â
You whine, back arching off the mattress. âYes-â
âDoes she really have my mark on it now?â
âYesâŠ?â Eyes shooting open as youâre half-registering his question in your hazed brain. He bores his dark eyes down at you intensely. And as though to emphasize his point, youâre feeling his perfectly round tip squeezing into your throat by the next few thrusts. Deeper and deeper.
His Jacobâs Ladder starting to ease its frigid way past your entrance and glide across the roof of your cunt. It was a sensation like nothing youâve ever felt before.Â
Choso probes even more, âI-is she really shaped to the shape of my cock now?âÂ
âChoângh.â Quickly shutting your cockdrunken self up. Quickly reaching a ringed hand up to squeeze your throat- before heâs languidly snaking his way up to squeezing your pretty cheeks together.
Smushing your face in a way that was almost disrespectful- though, not that you were in any state of mind to call him out on it. And thereâs a mean inkling in Chosoâs tone as he coos, âAwww, b-baby, why arenât you answering me?â Another rude slap! of his hips make your own sear in flames- that damn strength of his. Those damn piercings of his. âIs your poor, poor Curse not good enough?âÂ
Before you can answer, heâs looking at the blinking camera.Â
âMy babies, my girl doesnât love my cock anymoreâŠâ
âI doâI do-âÂ
Squeezing his doughy-soft restraints - those contrastingly mean fingers of his - around your cheeks. Heâs managing to smush your mouth shut and make you echo out the most pathetically pleading whinesâas he fucks you. Determined and targeted.
The glossy rotund edge of his tip presses against your g-spot a few more times before youâre managing to make yourself take a peek at the comments on the monitor.Â
Almost too far away- almost too blurry with the tears in your eyes.Â
@Curseâsnewestharem: Awwwww poor bby </33
@CCpervnextdoor: I would LOVE your cock, Curse!!
@girrrrrrrrrrth: is it just me or is he teasing us?
@Fishygurodad: ^^Yeah, heâs totally a fraud.
@Curseswombmommy: ^^girl shut up
âTh-they really think youâre oh-so-innocentâŠâ Youâre whispering up at him. Overstimulated tears in your eyes.
Breath hitching every time heâs surging his tattooed hips forwards and hitting that one spot particularly hard. Though there was never such a thing as too hardâŠ
And Chosoâs shooting you a secret smile - one just between the two of you - before morphing his expression into that of picture-perfect innocence. Roleplaying the demeanor of his nerdy self on campus, mixed with the utterly sultryâsexual way he was draaaaagging his lengthy cock in and out of your cunt.
Eventually, Chosoâs emptying his inches out nâ bruising the bottom of your pussy. All of his nine - you seriously felt nine throbbing inches - inches shaping out the in-betweens of your legs. All of the beaded barbells of his Jacobâs Ladder massaging inside- the slitherinâ feeling of them making themselves at home. Zig-zagging and slithering.Â
He feels the sponginess of your cervix and presses a hand down on your abdomen just to make sure, before changing that excitement into one of almost-genuine bafflement- âI-I really bottomed out?â Chosoâs pinkish bottom lip juts out and quivers dramatically.
âOf course, you did.â Youâre ready to scoff-
But whatever sarcastic sound was in the back of your throat gets quickly dissolved at the sight of Choso with genuine tears in his eyes. Glistening. âBut I never- ngh, never thought Iâd be able to.â He puts some more merciless pressure on your stomach that makes you buckâ
And the only thing you can do is let your head tip back into the pillows.
The only thing you can do is let out a few mottled moans as he rubs over the small tummy bulge he was fucking into you. Pushing his palm down so that he could feel it.Â
Whispering out, âI-I never thought this pussy would claim my cock as- ngh, hers, hm?â And for the moment there, youâre completely sure that he isnât talking to you. Rather, your pussy that was sobbing out squelches after every one of his jackhemmerinâ thrusts. âAnd itâs not too big, right?â
âN-neverââ
âBecause mâjust a nerd with a- hngh, biiiiiig fuckinâ cock.â How pitiful, right? Heâs letting his long, dark lashes flutter as Choso avoids meeting your eyesâas though in shyness. He drills his hips even deeper - one unforgettable strike after the other following every word he spoke. âJust a big- fat- fucking- cock-â
âPleaseâ!â Eventually, your arms reach upwards and youâre grabbing ahold of whatever part of him it is you could reach first. Which just-so-happened to be his bulky deltoids.
Chosoâs brows genuinely seem to furrow at the lewdness of you digging your nails into his muscles, leaving your marks for everyone and anyone to see even after this stream has ended. And so he continues in his faux-innocent tone, âOh? Did that feel good, baby?â
Purposefully slidinâ his cock across your g-spot so that youâd have to cry out. âY-yeeeesââ
âI didnât even know, baby.â His mouth hangs open, and the most lustrous squelches! echo between your two connected bodies. Your cunt nâ his precum were making such messesâŠâI had no ideaâŠâ
His Jacobâs Ladder leaves your channel feeling raw nâ overstimulated- you feel raw and overstimulated.Â
And youâre laid-out on the bed dazed and feeling so fucking good as Chosoâs picking his pace up even more, you notice for a split-second that his hands have moved. No longer was he holding onto your cheeks nâ watching you squirmânow, the nerdy man hooks both hands around your sweaty thighs and pins them close to his body.
Holding them in place as he leans down, down, dooooooown until the caps of your knees hit your tits.Â
Youâre keening at the stretch, and a searing burn spreads from between your pussy and along your hamstrings. How did he even hide such strength underneath those soft knitted vest? Such a body?
Before you know it, youâre being pressed into your first-ever mating press.
And Choso gapes as though he was just as bewildered as you, âO-ohâŠdid I do that?â Heâs fucking asking youâhowever, when your stunned expression bears no answer, he turns and asks the same question from the camera. The bursts of replies obviously agree nâ tease him. And heâs shaking his head ever-so-slightly, âDid I really bend you in- heh-â A slight chuckle escapes him. ââhalf, baby?â
And what else can you do but nod and nod and nodâ?Â
âI think this is called aâŠbreeding press?â He cocks his head ever-so-slightly, before shaking his head. âNo wait- a mating press.â
âI c-canât believe Iâve folded you into a mating press, baby.â Choso nearly snarls at himself, his hips accelerating until that rouge-tipped cock of his was almost nothing but a blur. âCanât believeâsâlike my body is moving before my mind, ngh. My fat cockâs not hittinâ you too deep, right, my girl?â
âNot in the l-leastâŠâ
And he really was long enough to make each and every probe feel as though it was slam-slam-slamming into your throat- the capped crown of his shaft was entering crevices nâ crannies you hadnât even known you possessed. All marked out precisely by the silvery orb of his Prince Albertâs.Â
Just then, after your answer, Choso reaches his left hand up to wrap âround your throat - and then hauls you back down to meet his slapping hips.
A thrust even harder than the ones before it.
Your breath gets snatched out of your lungs, dissipating into the heady air filled with the contact-riddled sounds of sex. Hard and fast. Only getting harder the longer you have your ankles looped âround his neckââNot too hard, is it, baby?â Chosos asks you once more.
And you donât have anything to spit out besides, âOh f-fuck off.â
He gasps dramatically-
Well, not exactly dramatically. But in a way you knew was fake, and in a way that sends the chat exploding into comments.
The nerd pouts cutely, âWell, thatâs not very niceâŠâ
Youâre rolling your eyesâright before Chosoâs genuinely sending them rolling with his two fingers clamped around your clit. Using the silvery edges of his rings, he runs a few massages that end up with you sobbing and blabbering out your pleasure.Â
@Curseâswifey: FUCKKKKKKKKKK theyâre both so hot. THEYâRE BOTH SO RUINED.
@peepeesarebetterfictional: they both look like theyâre gonna cum soon hehe
@bewbsRlife: CUM CUM CUM CUM CUM
Biting back. âI would argue th-that thatâs not very nice, either.â
âBut mâjust trying to make my gorgeous girl cumâŠâ And from where heâd been looming his pretty face above yours, Choso then lets his head droop down between your tits. During his ravenous pace, heâs roverinâ his mouth all over to kiss and suck at your tits, your nipples.
His cold lip ring drags across your left areola- and he catches onto the way youâre shivering. Before Choso then grabs your nipple between his lips nâ hollows his cheeks out suckingââPromise mâjust trying to make you feel- hah, good.â He mutters, slightly muffled. âPromise I just wanna fuck my cock raw if it means making my lifelong crush feel goodâŠâ
âCho- Curse, are youâŠ?â Your eyes widen.
And his own flap droopily a few times, âHmmm?â
And that proved it.
That proved it.
Because Choso Kamo could be pretending to be a stuttering, panting, blushing mess on your heavenly cunt all he wanted- he could pretend to be pussydrunk out of his mind. But at the end of the day, it was impossible to hide when pretend turned into somethingâŠmore.Â
When the cocksure streamer thatâd been driving you wild all this time morphs into the contentedly pussy-whipped nerd you expected him to be deep down inside.
His eyes genuinely glazed and blinking longingly.
His hair drenched in sweat.
His skin flushed with need- and only flushing even more fiercely the longer he kept his eyes on you.Â
Without much ado, youâre throwing your hands around his neck and tugginâ him as far as he could crane his neck when his entire body feels like collapsing onto you and into your maddening pussy.Â
Choso pistons his hips slightly upwards to hear the slurp of his Jacobâs Ladder sliding across your walls, and he grooooansâ
âCurse, babyâŠâ You hum.
âMhmmmm?â He replies with half-lidded eyes. Barely focused.
This was the big, bad #1 streamer on C4mBoyfriends? As though sensing your thoughts, Chosoâs fingers grow a little more frenzied on your clit. âI need you to cum inside, okay?â
He jolts at the idea- that sinful, sinful idea. Before chuckling, âNever had any other plan, baby.â And then he turns to the camera, âWhat do you think, fuckers? Think my girl deserves to cum?â
@Fishygurodad: Yes.
@Curseâswifey: YES.
@likezmenpregnant: Yesssss~
@girrrrrrrrrrth: yesyesyes.
@daddytoeknee: Hell yeah-
Heâs holding out a little longer to make sure there wasnât a single ânoâ in there - and had there been one, youâre sure that Choso would have stopped and edged your incoming orgasm until it was a wave of complete agreement.
Luckily for you, they liked you.
And all he does now is press down harder on your g-spot from inside, lingering, and massage a pretty heart on your clit once more, lingeringâbefore a final, thorough stroke is all it takes for you to hurtle into your second high of the night.
For you to arch your body into his chest, and shutter your eyes. âCh-ChoâŠâÂ
Barely a whisper. Heâs crashing his mouth into yours to make sure that secret between you two isnât revealed. And youâre moaning deeply into Chosoâs mouth as you cumââFeels so- oh. It feels soâŠâ
âMhmmmm.â
Unable to even find the words.
The only thing you can do is riiiiiide out the massive wave of your high. Itâs torrential; pure bliss floods your system from head-to-toe, and no matter how much youâre squirming your overstimulated hips, Choso only succeeds in batterinâ away his pierced cock into eeeevery single hidden sweet spot inside of you. The ones that prolonged your bliss and left spikes of euphoria leading up to your brain.
Your cunt clenched so tightly around his cock- almost as though you didnât want him to even pull out. And Chosoâs sweaty head drops once more into the crook of your neck as he cums with a shudder.
The knot between his brows deepening, the bedsheet around his knees bunching up as he surges his body upwards. Almost animalistically.
Choso bottoms out his furious, twitching cock and keeps it there- âOh, fuckâŠâ It didnât sound like he was acting once his bawling red divot starts splatterinâ out more milky white wads. Deeep in the back of your pussy, right where your womb was, Choso puddles out his ecstasy in long ribbons. âOh fuck fuck fuckâfuck. Always knew itâd feel this good.â
Wave upon wave.
Toes curling. Eyes scrunching shut.
If you thought his moans were sensual before, then you werenât prepared for the ones your pussy was able to drag out of him - ragged and hollow utterances of your name. Over and over like a broken record, like a mantra.
Heâs fucking into you to milk them out of his hefty balls- then fucking you again just to pump those webbed wads right back in. From the top of his rotund tip and dooooooown to the tufts of hairs at his base. All nine inches of him being used to stuff you till the brimâ
Youâre sure your insides look like an utter fuckinâ mess by the time heâs slowing his tattooed hips down ever-so-slightlyâstill shaking from the aftermath of his orgasm. This was far stronger than anything heâs ever experienced before.Â
Drunkenly, youâre blinking your eyes up at him. âAlways?â
He smiles, âEver since our first lesson of Film 101.â Admitting, he lovingly wipes off a bit of his cum you were foaming between your pussylips. âYou referenced Pride and Prejudice when talking about the best lines of dialogue of all time, and I-Iâd been a goner since then.â
âCornyâŠâ You snort. Though you canât help the flutter of your heart.
âSo um- coffee after this?â
âIt better be dinner.â
He laughs in agreement. âAlso I bought a vibrating piercing the other day and have been dying to try itâŠâ
Your eyes widen.
And once youâre helping him pull out- Choso reaches for the camera and gets a good shot of the cum leaking between your legs. Before youâre both waving at it, âThank you for joining us, todayâthis was the most fun Iâve had on stream yet- heh.â
Youâre shooting the camera a pretty smile, too.
And Choso kisses the corner of your cheeks, âUntil next time. This has been Curse and Movie.â
@girrrrrrrrrrth: holy fuck??
@Curseâswifey: WAIT WHAAAAAAAAAAAAT NO WAY-
@bewbsRlife: HOLD ON-
@CCpervnextdoor: SAY SIKE RN?
@bipplruletheworld: oh my god thatâs amazing.
@likezmenpregnant: Oh, a love story for the ages~
@yoyoyoureinmypuss: YOU TWO LOOKING FOR A THIRD??
@Fishygurodad: Damn.
@Fishygurodad: Hmu when he messes up.
@daddytoeknee: Stfu he wonât.
@daddytoeknee: Also I totally called it <3
A/N. I did NOT plan to have me inserted and beefing with Toji Fushiguro but here we are-
summary: your roommates sukuna and satoru have been competing for your attention for as long as you can remember
when you make the decision to start messing around with both of them without the other knowing, they start to realise that sharing might not be so bad after all
word count: 3k
content: 18+ mdni, smut, piv, blow jobs, secret sex, rough sex, public(ish) sex, double penetration, spitroating, threesome, cucking, future sukugo mentioned, kinda cheating but there's no established relationship so its a gray area and they're all into it
a/n: reader is kinda a bit morally off but we love a bad girl (please don't do this irl)
It had been almost funny at first, watching the two of them compete for your affection.Â
Theyâd do everything in their power to get you to notice them, always in a competition with the other, constantly attempting to stake their claim on you.
Sukuna would work out shirtless in the living room, acting all surprised when youâd walk in, like he wasnât intentionally showing off his body to you. Satoru would take any opportunity to come into your room, begging for you to help him study despite the fact that his grades were fine.Â
Youâd pretend not to hear them squabbling over you whenever they were left alone, arguing in the kitchen while making you dinner, yelling at each other over voice chat while playing CS:GO.Â
It was weird, theyâd spit so much vitriol at one another and yet still spend all of their time together - as if their friendship overruled any disagreements or jealousy. Even if they were in a constant war when it came to you.Â
And youâd be lying if you said that you didnât love the attention.Â
They were both so hot, and youâd gladly fuck either of them - both of them even.Â
It was just a shame that the two of them were too stupid to realise that sharing might be advantageous to them in this circumstance.Â
There was plenty of you to go around, and it wasnât like you wanted to choose between the two of them - you liked them both equally. You enjoyed Sukunaâs wild, aggressive nature, but you equally adored Gojoâs softer, more humorous tone.Â
You werenât going to pick one, because you knew youâd always be thinking about the other - it wasnât fair.Â
But you supposed the question was, did you even have to pick?
Why not have both?Â
It was wrong, you knew that, but sometimes a girlâs gotta eat.
The sensible option wouldâve been to pick neither, to turn them both down gently by highlighting that you wanted no part in ruining someone else's friendship.Â
Instead, you called both of them into your room one afternoon, separately of course, informing them that you wanted them, that theyâd been chosen over your other roommate. Youâd asked them to keep quiet about it, to not brag to the other because you didnât want them to feel all dejected.Â
And because you knew both of them were absolutely going to brag the first chance they got, you made it very clear to them that if they did talk about it with anyone else, youâd be ending the arrangement immediately.Â
You knew that should buy you at least some time.Â
Sukuna had just shrugged, clearly only half listening, before pouncing on you, tearing off your clothes, sucking hickies into your bare shoulders, and sinking into you like heâd been waiting for it for years. Heâd fucked you with your legs thrown over his shoulders, one large hand covering your mouth to keep you silent, grinning down at you as he made you come undone on his cock.Â
In hindsight, you probably shouldâve made him wear a condom, a little humiliated by the way that cum was still leaking out of you when Sukuna sent Satoru in to see you immediately afterwards, eager for you to let his friend down for good.Â
You were grateful that Satoru was a little more laid back about the whole thing than Sukuna was, listening diligently and promising to keep things between the two of you, kissing you sweetly and acting understanding when you explained that you didnât want to take things any further today, aware that he couldnât be witness to the mess that Sukuna had left behind.Â
He returned to your room later that night with flowers, popping by to wish you goodnight, because he was the sweet one. From Sukuna, you received a âyou up?â text at around 1am, which ended with you face down on his mattress, whining softly as he gave you a second mind-melting fuck that evening.Â
Things only really escalated from there.Â
It had all started in a manner that youâd consider to be relatively tame, or at least, what youâd been expecting from this little game that youâd been playing. Youâd wait until night and then spend the evening in one of their rooms, picking whoever you were feeling most attached to that particular evening.Â
It was nice and easy, no real complexity involved, just sex which could be kept completely private from the other. In the case that any noises were heard, theyâd always assume that the other roommate had a girl over, never that the girl in question was you.Â
But it wasnât long until they both upped the ante, almost as if they were still actively competing with each other, putting you in a position of much greater risk.Â
Risk that you fucking loved.Â
Sukuna would pull you into his room while he was gaming with Satoru, force you to sit on his cock and try to stay quiet while he played his damn game like you werenât even there, rolling his hips into you whenever you werenât expecting it, chuckling sadistically as you struggled to contain your breathy whines, desperate for Satoru not to hear you through the mic.Â
Satoru would employ a similar tactic, having you down on your knees beneath his desk while he studied, enjoying the thrill of calling Sukuna into the room to ask him something, holding a normal conversation with the man while you were choking on his cock, nails digging into his thighs as you tried not to gag.Â
They were both culprits of touching you up under a blanket while the other was in the room, slipping their hands beneath your panties while you were watching a movie, stuffing fingers deep into your pussy while you tried your best not to squirm.Â
Most of the time only one of them would be attempting that ploy on any given evening, but there was one incident in which you were sat in between the two of them, each man letting their fingers explore a thigh. Youâd held your breath for a long time that evening, wondering if their hands might brush in the darkness, only to feel relief when nothing came of it.Â
Sometimes you wondered if they both already knew about your little game, because every now and then the timing would be suspicious.Â
Occasionally youâd make plans with Satoru for that evening, only for Sukuna to get a hold of you just beforehand, making you suck his cock and swallow his cum before sending you off to Satoru, claiming that he was in a rush to do something else.Â
You knew that he had nothing better to do, and yet he made it quick, like he knew you had a time limit, ensuring that the taste of him was still on your tongue when you kissed Satoru later that evening.Â
The same behaviour presented itself in the opposite scenario too, in which Satoru caught you on your way to Sukunaâs room one night, pressing you up against the wall of the hallway, dropping to his knees and eating you out until you were crying and shuddering, nails biting against the wall.
The door to Sukunaâs room had opened just as he was finishing up, barely pulling down your skirt as their eyes met. Satoru didnât even try to conceal the way that he wiped your slick from his face, blue eyes glinting in the darkness as he held Sukunaâs gaze, the two men sharing a knowing smile that had you feeling uneasy.Â
But it couldnât mean anything, right?Â
Those were just coincidences - there was no way that they knew, because if they did theyâd be at each otherâs throats, and you hadnât seen so much as a single argument between them since this whole affair had started.Â
You were just paranoid.Â
Thatâs what you tried to tell yourself when you walked into the living room one afternoon to find the two of them sitting on the couch staring at you expectantly, the playful nature of their expressions sending your heart racing with anticipation.Â
They didnât know, they couldnât know.Â
âMovie night?â You asked shakily.
Satoru smiled at you pleasantly. âMaybe later, baby.âÂ
Your lips parted at the nickname. It wasnât something that he would call you in public, not in front of Sukuna. And yet, your other roommate didnât even look mildly surprised, his red eyes focussed sharply on you, hairs raising on your arms.Â
âMmmm, I think weâve got something much more interesting to do right now.â Sukuna said with a grin, gaze trailing down your form.Â
âWh-What?âÂ
You werenât really sure what happened next.Â
One moment you you were being stared down by the two men that youâd been fucking (separately) for months, and the next you were naked on the couch, positioned on all fours with your lips wrapped around Satoruâs cock, while Sukuna sank into you from behind.Â
âThought you were so clever, hmm?â Sukuna rasped, his hand curling tightly in your hair, controlling the pace that you sucked Satoruâs cock. âDid you really think we didnât know about your little game?â
He jolted his hips forward with a particularly hard thrust, leaving you to groan around Satoruâs cock, trying not to choke as the tip hit the back of your throat.Â
âFuuuck, youâre doing so good, baby.â Satoru hummed.
âDonât praise her, she doesnât deserve it.âÂ
âBut she is doing good.âÂ
âOf course she is, sheâs a slut.â Sukuna snapped.Â
You could barely hear the two of them bickering, vision blurring at the lack of oxygen combined with the brutal pace of Sukunaâs hips.
You hadnât expected this when youâd arrived home, hadnât really expected this ever.
âDo you really think that we didnât figure it out almost immediately?â Sukuna hissed, slapping your ass hard and bringing you back to reality. âYouâd only come to my room half the time and when you werenât in my room I could hear you fucking moaning in his.âÂ
âYeah and- fuck- and, youâd come over to my room with hickies on your shoulders and claim you didnât know how they got there!â Satoru added. âWhat kind of an explanation is that?âÂ
Perhaps you hadnât been as careful as you shouldâve been, but it was hard to really feel bad about what they were yapping about with Sukuna up in your guts like he was, the taste of Satoru heavy on your tongue.
If this was meant to be them punishing you for your behaviour then they were fools.Â
This was miles better than fucking them separately.Â
A pathetic little mewl left your lips as Sukuna pulled out before letting you cum, feeling the way that you were tightening around him only to take it away completely. The same couldnât be said for Satoru though, cock twitching and finishing in your mouth as Sukuna pulled away, watching the display with heavy eyes.Â
You were so busy cleaning Satoruâs cock just like heâd taught you that it caught you off guard when Sukunaâs thumb began to rub at your asshole, drawing an anxious whimper from your lips.
âYou almost ruined our friendship, yâknow.â He purred from behind you. âCaught you guys fucking on the couch when you thought I was at the gym. Didnât take me long to figure out your little ploy based on how hapless Satoru looked when I confronted him later that day.âÂ
âS-Sorry.â You whimpered.Â
âYouâre not.â Sukuna said simply. âYou like this shit. I think you wanted to get caught. It's not like you ever made much effort to hide it.âÂ
His thumb started to press into you, your body squirming at the unusual sensation. Your gaze moved to Satoru, who was still standing over you, watching with a sick sense of fascination.Â
âWe gave a lot of thought about how to handle this. Figured we should humiliate you or something. But Satoru here is way too soft on you for anything extreme like that. Bet he even feels bad about those crocodile tears that youâre pulling out right now.âÂ
You were crying, but in your defence, the tears werenât fake. The pair had forced that reaction out in the process of spitroasting you.
âShe just looks so sad.â Satoru said with a pout, pinching your chin as he forced your face up to look at him, discomfort in your expression with each subtle movement of Sukunaâs thumb.Â
Even in your current position, Satoruâs presence was still soothing to you, his blue eyes never failing to make your heart flutter. He leant in and kissed you softly, tasting himself on your tongue as he momentarily distracted you from Sukuna so diligently stretching out your ass.Â
A man who clearly had a plan in mind.Â
âHonestly, we were really mad at you at first. Thinking you could play us.â Sukuna hissed. âBut then it became more entertaining than anything else, watching you scramble to stay on top of your web of lies, acting like you were in control while giving us everything we wanted.âÂ
âIt was cute.â Satoru added, his breath warm against your face.Â
âBut weâre both sick of only having you half the time. Why split the time and pretend when we all know the truth? You can take both of us canât you, baby?â Sukuna was leaning over you now, his breath hot against your ear, goosebumps rising on your back.Â
Maybe you shouldâve just asked them to share in the first place, saved yourself all the grief of sneaking around.Â
Nah.
Youâd had plenty of fun.Â
A yelp fell from your lips as Sukuna withdrew his thumb and wrapped his arms firmly around your waist. He hoisted you up and pulled you into his lap, your back pressed against his chest, his cock hanging heavy between his legs.Â
âCâmere Satoru.âÂ
Sukuna spread your legs wide, glistening pussy on show for the white haired man.Â
âEat her out. Need her nice and relaxed for this next bit.âÂ
Satoru obliged without an argument. It occurred to you that they seemed to be getting along better than they usually would, working perfectly in sync.
It was a thought that fled your mind as soon as Satoru started lapping at your pussy. Letting out a moan, you sank back into Sukunaâs chest, legs shaking as Satoru easily drew an orgasm out of you.Â
That shouldnât have been surprising, heâd been giving you head most days for months now.Â
He was better at it than Sukuna.Â
If you wanted to be eaten out, youâd go to Satoru. If you wanted to be fucked so hard you couldnât remember your name, youâd go to Sukuna. Those were their established roles, and they seemed to understand that even now.Â
Sukunaâs fingers dipped down to your pussy, collecting some slick as Satoru continued to draw circles with his tongue. He brought his dripping fingers up to your mouth, slipping them past your lips and forcing you to suck them clean.Â
âArenât you enthusiastic.â He hummed, the praise leaving you squeezing Satoruâs head with your thighs.Â
You shouldâve known that his words were a distraction, a misdirection to stop you from noticing that his other hand was lining his cock up at your ass. By the time he was forcing the tip into that tight opening you were already shaking as Satoru gave you another orgasm, the pleasure dulling the pain of Sukuna pushing into you.Â
âThere we go.â Sukuna whispered. âFirst time for this hole, huh?âÂ
You couldnât respond, any attempt at speech coming out as nothing but tiny desperate gasps. Your hands were scrambling for grip on anything, finding their way to Satoruâs hair and tugging desperately. Heâd moved back a little, giving your pussy some rest, staring up at you with big blue eyes.Â
âYouâre doing so good.â he cooed. âLook so pretty taking him like that.âÂ
The compliments had you relaxing a little, letting Sukuna move his hips with greater ease. His large hands moved to your thighs, spreading them further open for Satoruâs benefit. Youâd assumed that he was going to eat you out some more, keep you distracted from the discomfort of Sukuna splitting open your ass.Â
Instead, he rose to his feet, blue eyes trailing down the length of your body.Â
âYou can take us both, canât you, baby?âÂ
What were you going to say?
No?
This was what youâd been aiming for the whole time really. Your whole little game had hinged on the idea that one day you might get to have both of them.Â
The only answer was yes.
Your fingers dug desperately into Satoruâs arms as he pushed into you, the stretch familiar and yet strange when paired with Sukunaâs presence behind you. Satoru was leaning over you, planting soft kisses on your forehead as he filled you up, cooing and praising you for being such a good girl.Â
Sukuna stayed still beneath you for the most part, kind enough to let you adjust to Satoru before really fucking up into you. He wasnât kind enough to stay silent though, whispering about all the deplorable things he was going to do to you over the next few weeks now that the cat was out of the bag.
It was in complete contrast to Satoruâs praise, but somehow both approaches had you equally turned on.Â
They really balanced each other out.Â
Although, once they both started moving you wondered if youâd signed up for more than you could feasibly take.Â
Youâd taken both of them multiple times alone, and you were perfectly well acquainted with their respective sizes.
But the two of them at once was something else entirely.
Sukunaâs hands were gripping your breasts tightly, fingers rubbing over your peaked nipples as he drove into you from below, stretching your ass out with each violent movement of his hips. Meanwhile, Satoru was occupying your mouth, silencing any whimpers with his lips as he fucked into your pussy with slow, deep thrusts.Â
You could barely pinpoint where the pleasure was coming from, the knot in your gut tightening with each passing second. It was unlike anything that youâd ever experienced before, the feeling of being penetrated by both men entirely overwhelming.Â
âDoing so well.â Satoru whispered against your lips.Â
âMmm, such ah- fucking good whore.â Sukuna rasped, slapping your breast hard. âGonna cum for us slut?âÂ
You tried to respond, words getting caught in your throat at the feeling of a particularly deep thrust from Satoru, his hand moving down to your clit, rubbing circles into it.Â
âCum for us, baby.â Satoru encouraged, blue eyes fixed on yours with a desperate affection.
All it took was a couple more deep thrusts from both men to send you spiralling, the dam in your gut bursting with hot pleasure. Your vision went totally white for a few moments, toes curling as you grasped tightly at Satoruâs arms in an attempt to ground yourself, only to slump back against Sukunaâs chest, vaguely aware of his laughter far off in the distance.Â
You could hardly register what happened after that, body feeling light and weightless as the two men finished inside of you, gasping for breath for a few moments before maneuvering you off of them, setting you carefully down in your usual spot in the centre of the sofa, pulling a blanket gently over you.Â
The two of them took to their usual positions, Satoru on the left of you, and Sukuna on the right. Both men had an arm possessively locked around you, keeping you warm while you processed what had just happened, cum still leaking from both your ass and pussy, a reminder of the claim that theyâd staked on you.Â
It had been the best sex that youâd had with either of them, that was for sure.Â
They really did compliment each other.
Maybe with enough convincing you could get the two of them to make out while you sat back and watched.Â
A dream for another day.Â
All that mattered for now was that you were theirs.Â
They might not like to share, but for your sake, they seemed more than willing to put up with each other.Â
a/n: as a major sukugo lover I don't know why I haven't written something like this before now but you may see more from me soon <3
xaviermc fic where you have a crush on a faceless gaming streamer and then you meet your neighbor/new coworker who is suspiciously similar to the streamer
pairings: xavier/unnamed fem reader (you)
tags: eventual shameless smut, gamer!xavier, office au, jealous xavier, CHARLIE MENTION!, making out in the office, kissing in the supply closet, desk sex, voyeurish if u squint, a LITTLE bit of dry humping, rubbing it in a car đ€€
word count: 20.1k
a/n: me when i'm two months late đi have TWO (2) j*bs rn and i'm still in my thesis era so đŁ pls forgive me mwah. also this was supposed to be a one-shot for the FIRST PART OF OFFICE AU but i got carried away. i posted it as three parts on ao3 but i waited to post it all at once here. pls enjoy!!! i'm a little rusty đŁđŁ
You were always on the verge of falling asleep on the train ride to work. It was the same view every day and it started blurring into the same boring grays and blues. The only pops of colors would be the large advertisements on the digital billboard littered throughout the city.
You had gotten your dream job after university, and landed the perfect position at the best company and yet your days had begun to blur together. It was rewarding work at times, but most of the time it was the most boring thing ever. Your coworkers were nice, but it was hard to connect with them on top of all your paperwork. You werenât too good at multitasking so it was hard to hold a conversation. And you usually worked through lunch as well, which is one of the reasons why you climbed up the ladder so quickly.Â
But the drive was slowly wearing off. You went out with friends once every two weeks, and your idea of a fun day off was staying in all day to play the video games you had begun to neglect once you started a 9-5.Â
When you were unable to play, youâd watch other people play for fun. You actually had a favorite streamer whom you would indulge in on the dull train rides to work. He often streamed at oddball times, which usually lined up with your schedule to go to work. You even began to envy the faceless streamer for being able to wake up at 8am (assuming he had been asleep) and play your favorite games.Â
His name online was lumiere. The stream was very starry in theme and he was one of those faceless streamers who mainly played the same game you enjoyed: Legends of League.. The camera had only shown his hands as he played, fully aimed at the keyboard and mouse.
It was a little embarrassing for you because you bought the exact same set just because of him. It was a cute white and purple keyboard with little yellow stars littered throughout the buttons, with a matching mouse.Â
You felt extremely parasocial, but you couldnât help it. Even without his face showing, he had an attractive voice and you were a firm believer that pretty hands meant an equally pretty face. You knew he took care of himself well enough for his nails to be healthy and clean and his fingers moisturized and nice. You were very observant, to the point that you found yourself to be a little creepy, even.Â
And it wasnât just his hands and voice. Lumiere was extremely your type when it came to hobbies, conversations, and humor. It had gotten to the point of reading fanfics on AO3 and Tumblr of other people imagining how it would be to be with him. Which, as you thought about, seemed a bit too much for someone who actually existed.
This interest of yours was very much your own little secret. Your fansites were under pseudonyms and you never peeped a word about him at work or with your friends. You wanted to say you werenât ashamed, but you were very much so. It just felt a little too silly for you to have a crush on a man whose name you donât even know and a face you had never even seen.
And yet, the fascination continued.Â
The humming of the train bled through your earphones as you watched Lumiere play the same video game that had taken over lots of sleepless nights. He was a really good player. And although other streamers have been known to be really aggressive and even rage over the game, Lumiere was extremely calm. Even in ranked games, he acted as if it truly was just a game. That was extremely important to you.
starlight: can you play adc? id luv to learn from you!
You chatted into his stream, wanting to see him play a role you were bad at. It was something you often did and although sometimes you were drowned out by the chat, he would reply to you the rest of the time. Hearing your username being said by him made you feel something embarrassing. You sometimes wished you added your actual name.Â
âThanks for coming back, starlight. Iâll play adc for youâŠshouldnât you be at work though?â A small chuckle boomed softly through the mic.Â
You heard yourself hiccup. He was good at remembering small things and the fact that he remembered your schedule was making you shiver in your seat on the train. It even almost made you miss your stop.
Your eyes were glued to your phone as you made your way through the crowd of other office workers trying to get to work. Youâve taken the path to the building hundreds of times so you were confident that 80% of your attention could stick to Lumiere.
starlight: yesâŠbut iâll be bored without you !
starlight: without watching you, i mean !! jdfskjfweo
Another small chuckle. You were sure that if you looked at your reflection on a building window, youâd be greeted by a tomato. Your cheeks felt hot and your heart was fluttering. It was hard to feel embarrassed with all the emotions soaring through your veins.Â
It would have been embarrassing to say out loud, but your infatuation ran deep. You recalled a dream you had a few nights before as you watched his fingers move across the keyboard. Even with his face blurred out and unrecognizable, since you didnât know what he looked like, you couldnât help but feel the heat in between your legs as you had flashbacks.Â
The thoughts of his fingers roaming on every inch of your skin made you shiver as your eyes watched every movement on his stream. Your thighs squeezed against each other as indecent thoughts filled your brain.
You may have had the biggest crush on a faceless streamer, but you were free.
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At least you thought you were free.
Work was hectic as always. Your head was buried in stacks of paperwork and you couldnât even pay attention to Lumiere doing exactly what you had asked him to. You even heard him call you out.
âStarlight doesnât seem to be in the chat anymoreâŠmaybe she got busy. Just in case sheâs listening, letâs play another ADC game.â He said, humming to himself. âThis might be the last morning streamâŠI think Iâll have to switch the schedule to nighttime streams soon.â Your ears perked enough to pay attention since your schedule was going to change along with his. âUnfortunatelyâŠI have been employed. I should become a part of the working society since I didnât get three degrees for nothing, right guys?â He laughed. âNothing wrong with playing games all day! I just want to explore other areas for the meantime. Donât be madâŠplease?â
The way he said everything made you melt. It was extremely hard to be upset, but you were going to miss the live streams.
It just didnât help with your infatuation for the faceless man. Three degrees meant he was smart and education motivated. It was attractive. And the fact that he could definitely be well-off as-is by being a streamer since he was so popular, and yet he chooses to work normally. It felt so mature.Â
Your daydream was interrupted by your name being called to the meeting room.Â
The usual monthly meeting was as boring as the last one. Right until the last minute. Until your bosses announced the least boring news.
âWeâre going to have a new employee starting tomorrow, so please welcome him warmly. They used to work in a similar position before so heâll just need a refresher.â Your boss pointed the stack of papers towards you, âAre you free to train him? Your big assignment is due by the end of the day today, right?âÂ
You nodded sheepishly, caught slightly off guard.
âGood, you should be free by tomorrow then. Iâll provide the paperwork on your desk by the morning. Meeting dismissed.â They said before turning on their heels and exiting the room.Â
The moment your boss left, the room erupted with hushed whispers. It was all excitement for the newcomer. It had been almost a year since the last new employee so everyone was getting sick of each other. The newcomer was sure to stir the pot. It was almost like when you were back in high school and a transfer student came.
The ladies were most excited knowing that the new guy was a guy. And you would have been lying if you said you werenât curious either. None of your current coworkers piqued your interests, although you found yourself not really interested in dating anyways. It just didnât hurt to daydream a little.Â
Even at your desk, the whispers of everyone else filled the room. Rumors zipped around about the new employee being a secret millionaire or him being a delinquent that was actually the son of the CEO. All sorts of ideas came to like the dramas you would watch at home. And you started thinking of it too. Chuckling to yourself as you think it would be the heir of the richest man trying to fit in a small white-collared job; wondering if he would be into you instead of every other beauty in the office. You bit your lip to suppress a laugh.
You grew up watching all sorts of Asian dramas that had outlandish, unrealistic plots of a rich man with a poor woman in the type of office space that you worked in now. It made every drama even more unrealistic when you finally landed the job. There werenât any secret office romances or any flirting with the boss. It was just work. The only good thing that came out of it was good pay and a fun lunch downstairs.Â
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You ended up arriving home a lot later than you thought. The big assignment your boss had mentioned ended up taking a lot longer due to issues on other peopleâs ends. You were just happy to be done by the time you hit submit.Â
Your feet were being dragged through the road as you took yourself home from the train station. The bag on your shoulder felt heavier than it did earlier, and you were just excited to hop into the shower. Even when you knew that you had to do everything all over again the next day.Â
The apartment that you lived in was comfortable. You had made it your home just a few months after moving in. The only thing you regretted was not being close to any of your neighbors. You had always wanted to make more friends considering it was hard to make them at work and you rarely saw the ones you did have. But it didnât help that you would leave the house too early and get home too late at times to really interact with your neighbors; not that you really made an effort when you were at home all day.Â
You entered your apartmentâs bright lobby, an old Lumiere video playing on the one earphone in your ear to dull out the bustling street noises. The marble floors were shiny and made the place look more expensive than it really was. You made your way into the elevator, hitting the floor you lived on and as the doors closed, a hand reached out to stop them.Â
The man would have looked suspicious if you didnât recognize him. The usual white hoodie over a light blue shirt, it was the neighbor who lived right above yours. His hoodie was up over his head with sunglasses on, and after the last year of seeing him with them on at random times, you had stopped questioning it. He gave you an acknowledging nod before standing beside you, pressing the floor above yours.Â
The audio to your video seemed to have been acting up and you pulled your phone out to check. Lumiereâs voice had seemingly layered onto itself or glitched. It wasnât until you felt a poke on your shoulder that you took your earphone off and realized he was talking to you.
Your neighbor looked at you awkwardly and waved.Â
His voiceâŠ
âY-yeah? Sorry, did you say something?â You stumbled on your words.
He took his glasses off and showed his blue eyes, almost piercing into you. It was then that you realized that your upstairs neighbor was actually really handsome. His silver hair looked soft and his skin was flawless. He pointed at your badge, âItâs a stupid question now that Iâm asking it again, but do you work there? For UNICORNS?â
You didnât realize that you still had it attached to your shirt, and you were too stunned by his visuals and how he sounded just like Lumiere. You couldnât even cover the embarrassing photo they took of you on your first day at the job. âI-I do! Yeah!â You rushed to say.Â
âWhat a coincidence. I start my first day tomorrow, I wonder if Iâm in your departmentâŠâ He cocked his head to the side, pondering, before reaching his hand out to you. A pretty hand. âIâm Xavier, by the way.â
Your eyes widened, surprised at yourself with how much you were ogling at him. But you somehow broke out of your trance to shake his hand and introduce yourself. âYou have a nice voice, Xavier.â You accidentally blurted out. âOh. Sorry, sometimes I-â You tried to go back on your words but the elevator dinged.Â
Xavierâs smirk grew as you fumbled with your words. Your eyes must have looked helpless since he ended up chuckling and reaching out to hold the elevator doors. âThank you,â he said along with your name. And the way he said it was unbelievably attractive. âI hope to see you tomorrow.â He gestured for you to get off onto your floor.
âGoodnight.â You mumbled, quickly walking off before stopping a few feet. You turned back around just as the doors were closing and you managed to say, âGood luck!â Just as they closed. His blue eyes still peeked through beforehand.
As you walked into your apartment, you were thinking about how you never noticed how attractive your neighbor was; but you were mainly focused on how his voice sounded like the one you fell asleep to every night. In order to help you sleep at night, you just came to the conclusion that attractive people all sound the same.Â
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As you were about to head out to work in a rush, a knock on the door interrupted your thoughts for the day. You checked the time on your phone and decided to grab everything on your way to answer the door since it was almost time to catch the train.
You opened the door to find your neighbor again. Xavier.
He was dressed in a blue button-up, a striped navy jacket on his arm, with matching dress pants. His thin frames seemed to have accentuated the blue color of his eyes. âHiâŠâ Xavier said, waving his hand at you, a small smile playing on his lips.
âH-hi, Xavier.â You responded, slightly stunned at his appearance. Not only did he look attractive in casual clothes, but it felt as if it was multiplied by a hundred times in his formal wear. Your neck even had to crane up slightly due to the height difference, and you always had a thing for taller guys.
A soft silence played in-between the two of you. Just the two of you looking at each other with curiosity in your eyes.
âI just wanted to uh-â He scratched the back of his neck, looking away, as if he suddenly remembered why he was there. âDid you want a ride to work? SinceâŠweâre both going to the same place anywaysâŠâ
You cocked your head to the side, questioning him. âYouâre either a saint or someone planning to murder meâŠâ You half-joked.
His smile came back to his face before pulling his phone out and scrolling for a moment. And then he faced it towards you. âThis is my onboarding letter, if it helps.â
Welcome to UNICORNS as one of our new Front End Engineers!
Your eyes widened as you read through the letter. âYouâre the new person Iâm training!âÂ
His eyes mimicked yours, widening by surprise. And then it was as if he was releasing everything off of his shoulders, clutching at his chest. âOh Iâm so glad.â His smile reached up to his eyes as they wrinkled with joy. âItâs my first office job in a while andâŠâ He looked at you gratefully. âIâm glad it's youâŠI stayed up all night because I was so nervous.âÂ
The way he seemingly twinkled in front of you made you stare at him with awe. You wondered if this was really the man you were supposed to spend the rest of the week with, on top of living in the same building as him. It almost felt like you hit the manhwa lottery. âDonât ease up yet, I could be really strict at work.â
Xavier loosened up his collar and fumbled with his cuff links. âIâd rather have it be my neighbor than a mean older man.â He smiled down at you, straightening himself up. âBut throw everything at me today, trust me. I can take it.âÂ
You were enjoying the small talk between the two of you that you didnât realize that you had already missed your train. It was odd to you that despite years of being unable to make new friends, you felt that you were able to click with Xavier quickly. âI guessâŠIâll take you up on that ride to work.â You bit your lip.
âCoolâŠitâs, um, good for the environment to carpool.â He stepped aside to let you close your door and walk with him to the elevator. âHow long have you been working with UNICORNS?â
You had to think for a moment. âI think itâs been two years and a half. I started out as an associate but was able to become front end pretty quickly.â You turned to him, cocking your head with curiosity. âDid you do front end work beforehand? Normally everyone starts out as an associate.â
He pressed his lips together in a thin line as he looked around awkwardly. âYeahâŠI did it for another company. I also have a lot of connections that let me skip that route, but I am a hard worker.â
You waved your hands in front of you to dispute any concerns. âIâm not accusing you of anything! I was just curiousâŠIâll have to see about the âhard workingâ part though.â You smirked at him to lighten the mood. Although you were a little jealous that he was able to move up quickly, you didnât really doubt his experience. And if anything, you still ranked up rather fast since this was your first job.
The car ride to work was really nice, compared to the bustling train ride. Xavier owned an extremely beautiful luxury car which he became flustered showing as he noticed your surprised eyes. He had said that it was a dream car of his which he saved up for using the money he made on the side. Which made you more curious about his character since it seemed like the car was worth 10 months of rent.
Your phone pinged right at the usual time when Lumiere would normally stream with a note saying his apologies and that his stream will be at night starting from then on.
You saw Xavier peek over at your phone at the red light and you instantly shut-it, making him chuckle. âSorry to be nosy, but I didnât peg you to be someone who watched Legends streams.â
You cleared your throat as you looked out the window, âU-uhâŠsometimes. Iâm not too good at the game so I like seeing people who are.â And then you looked at him. âDonât say anything at work about it, thoughâŠItâs kind of embarrassing for me.â
âReally? I think it makes youâŠcool.â He smiled. âI play tooâŠmaybe we can play sometimes? I promise to keep it a secret.â
You chuckled softly, âMaybeâŠâ Deep down, you were embarrassed. It was quelled only a bit by his assurance, but this was a part of you that you kept hidden. You had grown up thinking that video games were a waste of time, and yet there you were. And now someone knew about itâsomeone that you didnât even know at all. You chewed on your lip as you thought way too hard about the implications of it all.Â
âLumiereâs a pretty good player, but personallyâŠI think Iâm better than him.â Xavier said, causing you to whip your head towards him.
You realized that your reaction was too reactive and tried to play it off, clearing your throat and pretending to stretch your neck. âInterestingâŠâ You muttered.
He chuckled, âIs he really that good?â
âWell, I donât know how you play. I just find it hard to believeâŠâ You nodded, attempting to not go full defense-mode.
âFind out, then.â The car hit another red light and he looked over at you. âPlay with me tonight.â
âIâm not that good, I think. I donât play too much.â You responded, flustered.Â
âI doubt that. And if anything, Iâll show you how good I am by making up for what you think you lack.â The car started again and when you peered over, he looked proud of himself.
You found yourself smiling too, since you never had anyone to play with before. It was rare to find someone nice in-game and you would always be too shy to queue up with them. âI guess we can playâŠif youâre good at work and we donât end up ripping each otherâs hair out by the end of the day.â
You were worried about arriving to work together, but everyone had assumed that you met him at the lobby. Surprisingly, no one had seen the two of you from the garage.Â
Xavierâs introduction went as you expected. He was so handsome that it caused a lot of wandering eyes. The whispers werenât as hushed as the people thought, and you could see Xavierâs ears turn red at times. The only hard thing about training him was all the people coming up to introduce themselves.Â
Although Xavier was very warm and welcoming to you outside, he was actually rather stoic at work. He exchanged simple greetings to the people who tried to get to know him, but he didnât show enough interest that people slowly gave up.Â
In terms of work, Xavier was excellent. You gave him a rundown of the company itself and daily works, and then you tested him on handling coding issues. And he was so quick at spotting mistakes that even you would take a few minutes to find despite your experience. It made you question how long he had been working in the industry. You thought that it was going to take a whole week to fully train him, but you were rather confident that he would be able to work alone in half that time.Â
He was working in the desk across from yours and you couldnât help but steal glances throughout the day. You could see that everyone had the same idea. The way his eyebrows furrowed together as he filled out his additional onboarding paperwork, and the way his forehead showed whenever he ran his fingers through his hair. It was easy to say that he was the most handsome man on the team. And the other guys knew it. You wondered if it was going to be an issue, but Xavier wasnât paying attention to anyone.
Xavier then said your name, and despite it being a call for your attention, it seemed to have called the entire tableâs attention as well. âCan you tell me what to do with this thing?â He pointed at his screen, making you stand up and move to where he was. As you moved around the table, you could see the people looking at the two of you, pretending to be busy on their own keyboards. You could tell it was nonsensical typing, though.Â
He had a little notepad open, and you could see the notes he took of things you taught him. His handwriting was a lot prettier than yours, almost a perfect cursive. As if he had been practicing calligraphy all his life. It wasnât usual for someone in computer science who spent all their career typing to have beautiful handwriting and yet he did. Xavier asked how to navigate the program that all of you worked on, and as you explained, you saw how his hands rested on his desk. It was hard to ignore how pretty his hands were, but you found yourself chuckling at how his left ring to index fingers rested on the âQâ âWâ âEâ keys, whilst his right hand held his mouse. It was a clear sign of a Legends player.Â
The sound of your laughter left before you could even remember that everyone was watching you, and you tried to cover it up with a cough. You didnât know how the rest of them took it, but you knew Xavier caught on.Â
Under his breath, he asked, âWhatâs funnyâŠ?â His eyes met yours with innocent confusion. You had just realized then that your faces were close to each other and you backed up instantly, looking away as you felt your face warm up. Even up close he was handsome. His silver eyelashes made his blue eyes pop even more and it intimidated you, despite how softly he looked at you.Â
âU-uh.â You stammered, before lowering your voice and pointing at his hands. âYou just seem to be always ready to play.â You attempted to keep your face straight because you usually felt embarrassed when you noticed yourself in the same position after a night of playing until two in the morning.Â
Xavier laughed for the first time in the office. âI guess so.â He looked at you again with his eyes crinkled and you wanted to reciprocate the laughter. Yet people were still watching.
You cleared your throat and pointed back at the screen, continuing to train him. Somewhere inside of you felt excited. It felt as if you actually had a friend, and despite how awkward it felt to have the attention on you, you were excited for work again.Â
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You started packing up after the long day. You had to stay later again to be able to finish a mistake in one of the programs that one of your coworkers had missed. It was hard to say ânoâ to people due to your fear of being more disliked by others. Although you were sure that no one actually hated you, it was just awkward since no one wanted to really become friends either. So you found yourself stepping up a lot.Â
Xavier had gone home earlier, right at 5pm. When he was dismissed by the boss, he looked at you expectantly. As if waiting for you to ask him to wait for you, but you waved him off. You knew that you were going to be there for a longer time. He still seemed hesitant, but he eventually left after pretending to fidget around his desk for a moment.Â
You wondered if it was going to be a regular thing of riding with Xavier to work. It did make sense since carpooling is always nice and better for the environment. You just hoped that you two would become closer friends soon so that it would feel more natural.Â
As you were about to push your chair in to leave, you saw a ping on your phone.Â
lumiere: Sorry I lied! See U guys tomorrow (maybe). Iâm still stuck at my j*bâŠForgive meâŠplease?
You sighed as you clicked your phone off, but you didnât think you were going to watch him live that night anyways. Since Xavier had said he wanted to play the game with you. It was a weird thought in your mind, that you were choosing an actual person over your favorite streamer.
You felt like you were growing, just a little bit.Â
You walked out of the office and were walking towards the elevator when you saw the familiar silver-haired man, seated at the bench beside it.
âXavier?â You asked, shocked.Â
His head whipped towards you, and you couldâve sworn his ears perked up. He mugged the way you called out to him and said your name back to you. âYouâre off now?â
You checked the time on your phone and realized he had been waiting for almost two hours. âWhy didnât you go home?â You fast-walked over to him, confused.Â
âWe took my car hereâŠI didnât know how you would get home. And then I realized that I didnât have your number either. I wanted to ask you for it, but I feel like everyone else wouldâve asked for mine tooâŠâ He scratched the back of his head.Â
âYou waited?â You felt sheepish and warm. The effort he expressed was heart-fluttering, and the two of you barely knew each other. It wasnât that small of a feat either, to not only wait that long, but to respect how the two of you were seen at work.
âItâs really dark out. And although you look strong, I think Iâd sleep better if I knew you got home safe. Youâre the only friend Iâve made here.â He stood up to press the button for the elevator. âWeâŠare friends, right?â
You blinked. âI-IâŠI guess, yeah.â
âCool.â Xavier threw his jacket over one shoulder and shoved his other hand in his pocket. His shoulders looked as if they had relaxed, like he had been holding in that question.
âCool.â You agreed, the corner of your mouth twitching upwards as you looked on the ground.Â
âFriends usually exchange numbersâŠâ You looked back up at Xavier who threw out the thought, but he was avoiding eye contact. You thought your eyes were playing tricks on you, but you swore the tips of his ears were pink.
The two of you stepped into the elevator and you pressed on the garage button before holding your hand out. You had meant it as a way to ask for his phone so you could put your contact in, but instead he gave you a low-five.
âWoot.â He said, pleased with himself. And when he met your eyes, the confusion he saw on you made him turn red. âOh, was that wrong?â
You stifled a laugh. âI wanted your phone so I could give you my number.âÂ
Xavier looked unsure and patted his back pocket. âI think itâs, um, dead, actually. Can I put mine on your phone instead?â
You dropped your hand and grabbed your own phone instead. You had a hint of suspicion with the way he said it, but you just werenât sure what he would be hiding. So you let it go to the back of your mind. You opened up the contacts page and he took it from you to add his number. He had saved himself as âxavier đâ before handing it back to you.
On the car ride home, he had talked briefly about work, but he didnât seem to be too interested in it. âWeâre playing Legends when we get home, right?â
You nodded, fiddling with your fingers, âWhat would you do if I was really bad though?â
He shrugged. âI play to have fun, I really wouldnât care. Iâm getting bored of playing alone.â He raked his fingers through his hair, his teeth poking out from a snarky smile. âDonât tell me youâre a toxic ranked playerâŠâ He prodded.
âNo! I never want to sweat in a game. Itâs actually a turn-off seeing toxicity. But this whole game is toxicâŠIt sucks that itâs fun.â You pouted. It was one of the reasons that you kept your interests a secret. It wasnât a well-liked game in the community since it was filled with enraged players.
Something about Xavierâs laugh made you feel like you had heard it before. It was comforting with a yearning of wanting to hear it again. You just couldnât put your finger on the familiarity of it all.
âBy the wayâŠa lot of people looked like they wanted to be friends with you today. Are you not that social?â You finally asked, as you were confused about how stoic he was at the office. Before work, he was really talkative with you, and then all of a sudden it was as if he didnât want all the attention. Although it was something that you really related to.Â
He chewed on his lip as he pulled into the garage of your apartment building. âMaybe later onâŠIâll make friends. I prefer to focus on work at work, though.â
âI thought weâre friends now?â You cocked your head at him as your hand went to your seatbelt button, ready to get out as he pulled into his spot.
âI meant making other friends. Iâm pretty satisfied if this is how the work weeks go.â He beamed at you and it almost looked like the car did get brighter at his smile, but you were sure that you were imagining things. âDo you want me to make other friends?â
âThe girls seemed very enthusiastic about being your friend.â You accidentally said out loud. âBut I mean, do what you want.â
He looked at you as he turned the car off with a push of a button. And then looked away with a soft chuckle. âYou seem pretty work-focused too. I didnât see you interact much either.â
You rolled your eyes as you climbed out of the car, grabbing your purse from the backseat. âI should at least pay you for gas for taking us to work and backâŠif this is a regular thing.â You said as you started walking to the elevator.
Xavierâs long legs made it to the buttons before you despite walking first. âItâs electric. And you can pay me back with hot pot everyâŠFriday night.â
âIf people see us, theyâd think weâre dating.â You mindlessly mumbled.
âAre you bothered by that?â The elevator doors opened and he stepped in, pressing the two buttons for both of your floors. âAs long as we know what it is, does it matter what other people think?â
âI-I guess not.â You chewed on your lip. âI just donât want you to be the butt of anythingâŠâ
âItâd be an honor to get caught up in drama with you.â He smirked at you.Â
The two of you looked at each other, eyes crinkling as you were sure that you finally had a friend. Your heart swelled up just a bit, but you didnât want to jump on anything yet until you got to know him more.Â
But you were attracted to him. One hundred percent.
The doors opened as the two of you still looked at each other. âCall me when you get set up. Iâll play a few games before I sleep.â
âMmâŠare you hungry? I can make something for both of us before we playâŠâ You said as you walked out of the elevator, looking over your shoulder to see what he thinks.
âAre you sure Iâm not a serial killer yet?â He teased you.
âIâll have the police on speed-dial in case you do anything.â You motioned him to get out of the elevator to follow you. âItâs the least I can do. And I heard your tummy in the carâŠdonât think youâre slick.â
âIf you say so, mâlady.â He faked a curtsy and got out.Â
The two of you walked to your door and you let him in. You felt like you should be a bit more hesitant with letting a man into your house after just a day of knowing him. Although you had seen him around before, it was still fast. There was just such a comforting aura around him, that you were ready to welcome in closer to you. âAre you allergic to anything?â
Dinner went by better than you thought. It was a quick meal, but he was eager to eat. And he had a huge appetite for someone who looked rather slender. The only embarrassing thing was receiving a notification from your Lumiere fan account.Â
âStarlight?â He read out loud as he peeked over your shoulder while the two of you ate on the counter. There was surprise in his voice, and you couldnât pin from what.Â
The way he said it, though, sent a shiver down your spine. Only one other person had ever called you by that name out loud, and it just so happened to be someone who sounded just like Xavier.Â
Shame would have taken over, but Xavier already knew of your interests. âI made it my name on everythingâŠit kinda fits with Lumiere, donât you think?â A small smile played on your lips, before you laughed at yourself and shook your head. âThis is stupid.â
âWhat do you like about him?â Xavier asked as he took the bowls from your hands and brought them to your sink to wash them. âIâm not making fun of you, by the way. I just want to learn about you.â
You took a seat on the barstool of the kitchen island, giving you a clear view of him doing the dishes. You played with your hair, slightly exasperated, feeling weird that youâre opening up about your dumb crush. âUhâŠI donât know. I like playing the same games as him. I think heâs funny. I kind of relate to him sometimesâŠâ You were internally beating yourself up because of the way you were talking about this streamer. You straightened up as you just accepted everything. âI learned a lot from watching him play.â
âItâs my turn to see how well you play then.â He turned around as he placed the bowls on the drying rack. There was no hint of judgement on his face. He just seemed happy to be there. âI noticed your keyboardâŠis it because of him?â He pointed his chin towards your computer set-up.
You put a finger on your chin, as if you were thinking. âI think we both like the same aestheticsâŠI like stars and purple and stuffâŠbut yeah, I did copy him.â You crinkled your nose.
âI like that aesthetic too.â He grabbed his things by the door. âThank you for dinner,â he smiled warmly, saying your name softly. âCall me when youâre ready. Iâve grown even more curious to see how you play.â And then he headed out.
The moment the door clicked, you dropped your head onto the breakfast bar counter and cringed. You confided a secret you kept for so long to a man that you just became friends with. And it didnât help that it was a really attractive man that you just met.
You were just glad that he still wanted to be friends with you, but you were already kissing any hopes of progressing anywhere further with him goodbye.Â
âXavier?â You said as he picked up the phone.Â
âHey, starlight.â He put emphasis on your gamertag, making you cringe even more. And then a soft pang hit your chest. You had drilled Lumiereâs voice into your mind, and over the phone, Xavier sounded even more like him. And then he said your name, shaking you out of your thoughts.Â
âHas anyone ever told you that you kind of sound likeâŠLumiere?â You blurted out.
âOhâŠis that why you said my voice was nice last night?â You could hear the smirk through the phone. âNow it doesnât feel as genuine of a compliment. Ow.â You could tell it was sarcastic, making you break into a soft smile of your own.Â
You rolled your eyes, âOh my goshâŠJust tell me your username.â
âItâs âlightseeker #1016â. Iâll be awaiting the friend request from starlight, soon.â You heard the clacking of his keyboard through the receiver.
When you added him, he was a really low-level account. You were double his, but he had sworn he was better than Lumiere. And you knew Lumiere was around the 300s. âYou talk big for someone whoâs only level 67âŠâ You mumbled, getting comfortable in your chair.
âMaybe Iâm a fast learner.â The two of you got into the lobby together to select roles. âDo you have a preference?â
âUm, I usually play support. But Iâve been trying to learn how to play solo better, so Iâve been learning mid lane. Itâs a bit harder to play support with randoms.â You looked through your bleak match history, seeing many losses.
âIf you go mid, Iâll jungle. And if you go support, Iâll go bot with you. Iâm pretty flexible.â He cleared his throat, switching through each role. âYou ready?â
The two of you ended up playing more than you should have. And you admitted defeat as you saw that he was, indeed, as good as he said he would be. You tried both roles out, and each time he switched into a role that would be more beneficial for you. Xavier had even given you tips in a way that wasnât pushy, and on top of that, he was a big praiser. Each ânice oneâ or âgood dodgeâ sent a chill up your spine. It felt good playing with him. And even when you didnât do too good, he was motivating and calm.Â
âGoodnight, starlight. Iâll see you tomorrow.â He said, yawning.
âYou cannot call me that at work.â You laughed, shutting your computer down and heading over to your room with your phone. âBut, goodnight Xavier. I had fun.â
âMe too.â And then he hung up.
When you got into your bathroom to brush your teeth, it was hard to wipe the smile off your face. It was as if you had found yourself your own version of Lumiere. And even if he wasnât, you were just glad you had someone to look forward to seeing again. You were excited to go to work for once.Â
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You had grown accustomed to Xavierâs presence as a routine between the two of you grew. He took the both of you to work, where two of you efficiently worked through the endless amount of codes and tickets, and then heâd drive the two of you back home. Youâd always make food at home, unless it was a Friday. You kept your promise of getting hotpot with him, but it became a battle of who would pay. Although it was supposed to be you, as a payback for him driving all the time, he would somehow sneak off to the restroom where heâd take the bill with him.Â
On weekends, it seemed to be that he slept in. Which gave you time to do the errands you normally did. You would also visit bakeries as a way to destress.Â
Lumiere ended up moving his whole schedule to streaming only on the weekends. You wouldâve been more upset if Xavier hadnât come into your life, since you no longer had time to tune-in to his streams.Â
It was a comfortable routine. You had established a good relationship with someone who made things more exciting, and you were still able to get your work done and have proper time for yourself. And since Lumiere wasnât as active, you felt a little less parasocial and silly. But you still really liked watching him.Â
Lumiere chuckled. âSomeone in chat just asked if I stopped streaming because I met someone at the officeâŠâ He said as he cleaned up a game swiftly. âIs it obvious?â
Your eyes widened as he spoke, almost choking on your tea.
starlight: really!??
Another chuckle. âStarlight. Itâs been a while since Iâve seen you in chatâŠâ You still werenât used to the way heâd catch onto you. Everytime you thought you were over the pair of hands on the screen, he easily sneaks back in. âI do like someone, but everyone has to keep it a secret. I think Iâd have to quit if it doesnât go well. Maybe even move out. Iâm nervous.â His hands flexed over the keyboard.
starlight: gud luck :3
You shut your phone as you got ready to go home from the cafe. You were surprised. You couldnât recall him being so open about his life, much less answering a question about romance. There was a pang of jealousy deep inside you, and you couldnât help it. There was also worry about the people who liked him even more than you did, because you knew that this wouldnât be received too well with the weird side of his fans.Â
The next day was another work week filled with more paperwork and coding. Xavier was no longer the talk of the office, but he was becoming another you. Someone who would take a lot of the tickets that others couldnât handle. It also meant that the two of you ended up leaving at the same time, way after the designated end time.Â
As the two of you were in the break room, making coffee, he nudged you with his shoulder. âI heard people saying that Iâm your favorite coworker.â He stirred his coffee, looking proud of himself.
You rolled your eyes. âPleaseâŠafter you hid in bush last night instead of helping me?â You said, recalling the mistake he made during a game. âWhy would they even be talking about us, anyways?â
He shrugged. âI dozed off on accident, it was like a minuteâŠand I think it makes sense. Iâd be curious about the person who always has their nose buried in the papers, too.â He took a seat at the same table as you. âAnd if Iâm not your favorite coworker, then who is?â
You pretended to think as you sipped on your hot drink. âMaybe Charlie?â
âThe catering baker?â Xavier looked truly puzzled. âHe doesnât even work hereâŠâ
âYeah but he comes by every morning to drop off bread and snacks, so technically he is a team member if you really think about it.â You nodded, looking past him to see if there was anything left in the basket. âHe sometimes brings by an extra muffin just for me!â
âSo if I bring you two muffins, Iâd be your favorite coworker?â He leaned closer to you, narrowing his eyes.
You held your breath as you felt him near you. âMaybeâŠdoes that matter to you?â
He sat back on his seat. âYeah, actually. We spend most of the week together, and Iâm still not your favorite?â He clutched at his chest. âYou donât care about me at allâŠâ He pouted.
âCute.â You muttered under your breath accidentally. And when you realized he heard it, you shot back up from your seat. âI forgot I have to call product management about- um, the programâŠthing.â You rambled before almost running out of the break room.
You had found yourself slipping up more often than usual. It was hard to contain your feelings as you slowly became more and more infatuated with Xavier. Every single daydream you had about Lumiere was turning into reality, only with Xavier. You had someone to play games with, and someone to laugh with to and from work, and someone who was extremely handsome and dependable. He was the full package for you. And just because of that, you had a hard time hiding it. Each time you slipped up, you were greeted with a warm smile from him, as if he knew, but you never stuck around long enough to let him have a proper reaction. Â
He returned to his desk shortly after, meeting your eyes every chance that you looked at him. It was playful. And it brought heat to your cheeks every time. Your phone then buzzed with a text from him.
xavierđ: Everytime I look at U, ur looking at me
You looked up at him with a confused face and then rolled your eyes before burying your face in your arms. Up until your phone buzzed again,Â
xavierđ: are U going to the dinner with everyone on Friday?
You sat back up and thought about it. You normally skipped them, but you had a feeling that he would skip out on the dinner too. And it shouldnât be both of you that was socially isolated from the rest. So, as a sacrifice for you thought would be the greater good, you slowly nodded.
xavierđ: on hotpot night? [Galaxy Kid: Pouting]
Another roll of your eyes.
You: we should be a part of society and attend these things. besides, its ur first one with the team. theyre supposed to all celebrate u or smth
xavierđ: Id rather just spend time with U
You: we spend time together all the time, arent u getting sick of me
xavierđ: Ur projecting on me arent U?
xavierđ: I could never get sick of U.
You couldnât help but giggle at your phone, earning a glare from the team leader.Â
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Although it was probably obvious that the two of you were friends, you mainly kept to yourself at work. It was more out of habit, but you were still afraid of the lingering attention on the very-handsome Xavier Shen. And he did the same.Â
The interactions between the two of you were small and felt almost secretive. Like you were hiding an office relationship, and you would be lying if you said it didnât excite you. Small brushes of your hands as you walked by him, as you handed him papers, or even as you grabbed coffee in the break room.Â
âSorry for running lateâŠâ You muttered in the car, groaning as you rubbed your eyes.
âI recall someone saying âIâll wake up on time, just one more game. We canât end on a loss!â last night.â He mocked you, laughing.Â
You playfully hit him. âIf you played better, we would have gone to sleep on time.â You groaned, resting your head on the seatbelt. âI canât believe I overslept.â
âMind you, weâre not even late. Weâre actually on time.â He tapped on the display of his car to make the time bigger. âWhat are you so upset about?â
You fiddled with the hem of your shirt. âEveryone usually arrives around this time.â
âAnd?â He scoffed. âAre you too embarrassed to be seen with me?â
âN-no!â You huffed out the window, exasperated. âI justâŠdonât want people to talk badly about us.â
âWhat would they say?â He asked softly, lowering the music in the car.Â
âI donât knowâŠmaybe something about me going after the new guy. What if theyâre judgemental?â You pouted, letting your insecurities spill.Â
âAre you going after the new guy?â You could hear the smirk on his face without even looking.
You narrowed your eyes at him. âIf anything, the new guyâs coming after me, but they donât know that.â You meant to dodge the question but ended up throwing an accusation out.
Xavier nodded. âThe new guy is. Is it working?â You hadnât even realized that the two of you were already in the parking lot of your apartment. âUnless youâre waiting for Lumiere to ask you out.â He asked as he put the car into park, turning over to you with his eyebrows knitted together. His lips were almost in pout.Â
You blinked at him, feeling the whiplash of him basically confessing and making fun of you at the same time. Your lips fell open as your mouth went ajar.Â
He dropped his head, chuckling with his eyes closed. It was hard to tell what he was laughing at. And then he looked back up at you, tapping your jaw up with the side of his index finger. âDonât look so shocked.â His finger lingered on your chin, and you were sure his eyes darted at your lips before going back to your eyes.
Your mouth felt dry. You hadnât been in a relationship in a long time, it felt all new to you again. It was exciting and slightly scary. âHow should I look?â
Xavier pretended to think. âHmmâŠIâd love to see a smile.â His blue eyes looked at you earnestly. Expectantly.
And you couldnât help but comply. âHappy?â You blushed, pushing him away. âLetâs go to work already.â
The interaction made you forget about the reason you felt anxious to show up together so close to when everyone was arriving to work. Xavier always opened the door for you and you met with so many peopleâs eyes as you got out of the car. Your eyes shifted towards the floor, feeling awkward. There were whispers around the two of you as you all entered the building, and you were just hoping that it wasnât because of you two.Â
It most likely was.
Multiple people filled up the elevator, pushing you and Xavier to the back. The morning greetings felt forced as it gave them an excuse to look at you. And him.Â
And then you heard a soft whisper. âIâd teleport us out of hereâŠbut I think itâs on cooldown, right now.â He joked, making a reference to the game.Â
It made you snort. A laugh that you werenât expecting and couldnât turn cute. Your hand slapped over to your mouth as some people looked back at you. And you felt Xavierâs shoulders move up and down as he stifled his own laughter.Â
The rest of the day was uneventful. You were beginning to think that you were overreactingâminus the morning. Although everyone was perhaps on a crunch to be able to make it on time to the company dinner.Â
You, on the other hand, couldnât concentrate on your work at all. You kept glancing up from the screen to look over at Xavier. And sometimes your eyes would meet, sending your body into immense heat. Your imagination ran wild. You were wondering if it could have been considered even too wild. The multiple office fictions you had read replayed in your mind, romanticizing your boring work life. Yet there it was, unfolding in front of you in real-time.Â
You wondered how it would play out when the two of you were alone later. Xavier liked you back. You winced as you pinched the skin on the top of your left hand, making sure that you werenât dreaming.Â
âDo you have the framework we need to use for this?â Xavier asked, jogging you out of your thoughts.
You had to blink yourself back into reality as he leaned down near you, pointing at the notification of his email on the corner of your screen. His other hand steadied himself beside you, using the back of your desk chair and his chest was near your face. âOh, umâŠâ You bit your lip, almost holding your breath, moving your mouse to open his email to find the issue he was working on. You studied it for a bit, hearing him breathing beside you as he read along.
Xavier was so close, you were worried he could hear your heart pounding in your chest. And he did. âAre you nervous because youâre looking for a way to reject me or are you excited?â He muttered just loud enough for you to hear.
Your finger twitched, making your right-click the screen, and he laughed softly. âIâll email you what I normally use for this sort of ordealâŠYou can go back to your desk.â
âAnswer me, first. Please?â
You hesitated, pondering if you wanted to play hard to get or give in instantly. Little did you know that you were too confident in yourself for even thinking that you had control over your words. âIâm not rejecting you.â
A sigh of relief left him. âGood.â And then he stood back up and walked to his desk. As if nothing ever happened. Yet, it was almost as if the room got brighter.
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The chosen restaurant was just the bar and grill across the street of the company building. It was popular for a lot of surrounding company dinners. Everyone seemed to have been in good spirits so you were a little excited to go with them, now that you were sure that you werenât going to be alone in the corner.Â
âIâll catch up to you guys! I just have to finish a few more thingsâŠâ You responded to someone asking if you were attending the dinner. It came as a shock since the past two times, no one really asked anymore after you didnât go before.Â
âMe too.â Xavier said, waving them off.Â
Hushed whispers filled the doorway as you felt eyes on the back of your head again. âThe reservation in thirty minutes! Donât be too late, you two!â Another coworker said before heading out.
It was a truthful excuse though. You had spent most of the workday dillydallying with your thoughts, making you slower at your coding. The chatter died down as you heard all your other coworkers reach the end of the hallway or already heading downstairs, and you finally let out a sigh of relief.
âWe can just go home now, if you want.â You heard Xavier say, making you peek over your monitor.
âYou should really interact with your coworkers. Thereâs only room for one loner in this office.â You pretended to boast before sighing, resuming your typing. âBesides, I kind of want a free dinner tonight.â
âI pay for dinner many times.â He knitted his eyebrows towards you.Â
You rolled your eyes. âOnly because you never let me, but I mean like free free. Where youâre not paying either. Now finish your work so we can go.â
âI am done, Iâm just waiting for you.â You saw him put his head down on his desk, as if he was preparing to take a nap.
You huffed. âShow off.â
He spoke a bit muffled, but you were still able to hear him clearly. âIâd rather go home so we can talk.â
âWeâre talking right now.â The numbers and letters on your screen were spinning all over the page, you couldnât focus at all.
âDo you like me?â He asked, his head still on his desk.
The room went quiet again. You realized how loud your typing was the moment that you stopped.Â
Xavier lifted his head again, looking at you from the side of his monitor this time, resting his cheek on his hand. A small pout played on his lips. âI like you.â
You pressed your lips into a thin line. Your eyes glanced over at his, but you were unable to hold his stare. âYeah.â
âCan we ditch the company dinner and go on a date instead?â Xavier was bold. You realized that you never pegged him to be as confident as he was, and then his true colors would peek through his impatience.Â
âNo.â You were stearn, frowning. It was merely an attempt to hide how giddy you felt. âWe can go out next time.â You continued to type, but there was no point. Your hands were shaking and none of your commands were being spelled correctly and you were missing every semicolon possible in your code. You were just performing at this rate.Â
âAfter?â
âWhat are you in such a rush for?â You asked, feigning annoyance.
âIs Charlie the caterer going to be at the dinner?â He asked, a deeper pout showing on his lips.Â
You couldnât help but let out a laugh. âIs this because of what I said a few days ago?â
âAnswer the question.â
âHe owns that restaurant.â You lied.Â
You swore that you almost saw steam leave the top of his head and his ears as he believed you. And you worked so hard to keep the laughter contained. âI already said I like you.â
âI saw the way he talks to you in the morning. He likes you too.â You couldnât see his hands, but you were sure that they were clenched into balls. âBut please remember that I like you in a way that no one else can.âÂ
You were a mess. Your heart felt like it was going to jump out of your chest. âXavierâŠâ You gasped.
He crossed his arms over his chest and sat back on his chair, his head leaned back with his eyes closed. âIf you keep looking at me like that and saying my name like thatâŠI canât promise that Iâll last until the end of the night.â
Next thing you knew, you were stood up. With shaky hands and knees, you walked over to his chair and put your hand on his chest to grab his tie.Â
No words were being exchanged as he opened his eyes to look at youâinto you. As if he knew and he was waiting. You bit your lip, your fingers feeling the muscles of his chest through his dress shirt. A small smirk played on his lips as he stood up, suddenly towering over you, waiting for your next move. Quietly.
Your hand moved down his tie, grabbing the end of it before storming out of the office, dragging him with you. Down the hallway with the automatic lights as they turned on with every clop of your high heels on the marble flooring. Your entire body felt like it was on fire, trying to figure out yourself on what you were planning to do. And then you pushed into the room of the stairway of the building, dragging him into the dim room with you.Â
âYouâre so impatient,â you muttered as you pressed his back to the wall by the floor number right by the door.
âI like seeing your reactionsâŠâ He brought his face closer to you, as if he was waiting and wanting.
But you pulled back just enough to make him question everything. You saw the flashes of concern and confusion as you backed away from him. âI like seeing yours too, I guess.â You wondered if he could see your eyes, moving back and forth to every feature on his face to see how he felt.Â
Time moved slowly at first as you tiptoed to kiss him, pulling him down by his tie to meet somewhat halfway. You scrunched your eyes closed as you pressed your face against his. You couldnât really tell if you were holding your breath, or if you just completely forgot how to breathe. It felt like an eternity before he started acting human again, instead of a statue.
But when he did, it was like someone pressed play and each movement suddenly felt rushed or even on fast-forward. He pulled your body closer to him by your waist, making you stumble forward and put most of your weight on him. You let go of his tie to place both your hands on either side of his chest, letting him hold you. It was almost as if the two of you could fuse together with how hot it felt.Â
His hands moved from your waist to your back, fully wrapping his arms around you. And you could feel the way his biceps flexed as he held you. His fingers that were moving up your spine made you shiver. And then one hand stayed on the middle of your back as he brought one up to your face, holding your jaw as you two kissed.
You were sure that you forgot how to kiss someone, but it felt almost automatic with Xavier. His lips felt soft and tasted minty from all the pillow mints he would take from the office break room. It made you giggle softly as you could almost tell how much he ate.Â
He pulled back to read your face, his thumb tapping the side of your lips with his head cocked. âAre you having fun?â
You nodded. âNo wonder Iâve been having to refill the bowl of mints more often since you started working here. You eat them all.â You jabbed at his chest with your finger.
Xavier chuckled and then rested his head on your shoulder, you felt his nose nuzzle at your neck as he hugged you with both his arms again. He sighed, his breath tickling you and making you giggle again. âNow I really donât want to goâŠâ
âTheyâre waiting for usâŠâ You moved your hands up to loop around his neck, hugging him back. You did your best to ignore the growing excitement in between your legs and between his.
âLet them.â He groaned, standing back up to look at you. âYouâd rather keep me waiting than our coworkers?â Xavier practically glared at you as he pressed his forehead against yours. âI thought we were closer to each other than them.â It sounded as if he whined, his voice breaking ever so lightly.Â
âItâs rude to let people wait. This is supposed to be your very late welcoming dinnerâŠâ You gulped. You wanted to kiss him again. You wanted to kiss him even deeper, taste him even more. Mark every inch of his pale neck and leave stains of your lip balm on his cheek. Your hands balled up into fists on his chest as you fought the urge.Â
âYou can welcome me insteadâŠlet me take you out on a date, right now. Like a gentlemanâŠplease.â He was practically pleading, inhaling each breath of yours like it was his. âI wonât do anything further until you let me take you out. No matter how much youâŠâ He closed his eyes, pressing a kiss to the tip of your nose. âNo matter how much you look at me like that.â
Half-lidded and dazed, was the way you were looking at him. âOkayâŠâ You wanted to be the person of sound mind and participate in work networking activities, but it was getting harder to ignore every feeling that you had for him.Â
He smirked with the sheer confidence of knowing that he won. His hands slid upward, softly and slowly to cup your face. His right thumb tracing your bottom lip. âWhereâd all that care for our coworkers go? I expected you to stand your ground.â
âIâm saying âyesâ now. Are you going to keep teasing me because Iâll walk over to the restaurant right now and postpone this date until next week.â You pushed him back into the wall and went to grab the door back into the main hallway.
But he caught your hand and intertwined his fingers with yours instead, halting your actions. He held your waist with his other hand and the pose felt like the two of you were about to do a ballroom number. âNo. Letâs grab your stuff and weâll go right now.â He pouted at you again, bringing the hand he was holding to his lips and muttering against it. âIâll be good.â
You instantly pulled him in and gave him a peck on the lips, overwhelmed with such affection for him. âWhat are you waiting for then?â
The two of you rushed back into the office. Your leftover work completely left your mind as your head was filled with blood, sweat, and too many indecent thoughts. Xavier had taken off his jacket and loosened his collar, making you want to jump his bones even more. But the thought that he merely took his jacket off to hide what was growing in his pants made you want to laugh.
The plan was to go to dinner and then go home. Mainly to see what happened next.Â
Yet the moment the two of you reached his car, the two of you couldnât keep your hands off of each other. He opened your door after placing your purse in the backseat and instead of sitting down, you looked up at him. There was nothing in your head anymore. And you were sure with the way he looked at you like he was drunk with need, that there was not much control in his head either.Â
He crashed his lips onto yours, practically forcing you to sit down in the car with the sheer intensity. You gasped as you felt his hand on your hip, his thumb pressing down on your thigh as he was trying so desperately to hold onto you, as if he was afraid of you slipping away. Xavierâs tongue traced your teeth, like he was afraid of pushing his luck. Your eyes instantly shut as you attempted to kiss back with as much fervor. Your chest swelled with happiness as you were finally able to act on your feelings and it made you feel like you were floating. Yet your mind couldnât stay quiet.Â
You pulled back just enough to be able to talk but your lips still chased after yours like oxygen. âAre we going too fast?â You asked, concerned.
âI waited months.â He planted a kiss on the corner of your mouth. âIâll wait more if you want toâŠâ Another kiss on your cheek. âI donât think you want to, though.â A kiss to your jaw. âTell me to stop, and Iâll stop.â His teeth nibbled on your ear, you could feel the tip of his tongue so close to your neck, making you shiver. âWeâre justâŠkissing. Nothing moreâŠnot yet.â
Not yet.
âWhat if someone sees us? A security guard or somethingâŠâ Your knee brushed past the bulge growing in his pants and it made him groan right next to your ear as he clenched his fingers around your arm. The sound made you more excited than you ever thought, and all you could think about was wanting to hear more of it. You moved your knee against it again. And again, enjoying the sounds of him biting back right by your ear until he held your knee still.Â
âIâm about to make you walk to the restaurant if you keep behaving like this.â Heavy breathing was all you could focus on. The idea that you had this much effect on him made you feel assured. You pulled back to give yourself a better view of him.Â
Your neighbor, coworker, and friend was in front of you breathing heavy, red ears, glazed eyes, and with an evident erection. His once bright blue eyes suddenly looked darker than navy. All because of you. âHow are we going to dinner if you look like this?â You raised your hand to cup his face and he nuzzled into it instantly, inhaling the scent of your palm.Â
âKeep your hands to yourself, and Iâll be fine.â
You had never seen Xavier drive as fast as he did that night. His fingers gripped the wheel tight, turning his already pale knuckles even whiter. You couldnât help but look over to see the way his forearms flexed underneath the rolled up dress-shirt sleeves.Â
Your palms were sweating as you did your best to keep your hands in your lap. Your thighs were pressed together, feeling friction where you needed it at every speed bump.Â
You couldnât even focus on the menu at dinner. It was a beautiful place and he instantly knew to go there. Either he had been there before or he had been planning it for as long as he said. And judging from antisocial he was, he didnât seem to be a serial dater.Â
âDo I get a margaritaâŠ?â You joked, trying to ignore every instinct in your body to jump him.Â
âNo. If youâre even the slightest bit tipsy, I wonât be able to trust a single word you say afterâŠâ Xavierâs eyes were knitted together, looking like he was calculating what he was going to do. âI want to know that youâre kissing me because you like me and not because of the tequila.â He sternly said.Â
You nearly melted in your seat. A bare minimum, but it was so refreshing nonetheless. âIf we just order appetizers, will it still count as a date?â
âMmâŠyeah. As long as you tell me why you like me and why we should be together.â He put the menu down in front of him and rested his cheek on his propped up hand, looking at you with sparkling curiosity.Â
You nearly choked on your water. âArenât you the one asking me out? Shouldnât I ask you why I should say yes?â
He sat back up and straightened his tie. âOkay.â He tapped on the table mindlessly as he got his words together. âIâve been interested in you for a while. Pre-coworkers.â A small smile played on his lips. âYou left early and got home late. Professional and pretty. But then on the weekends, sometimes I see you in the elevator in Craftmine pajamas and bunny slippers.â
You pouted. âStalker.â
Xavier rolled his eyes. âAnd then weâre working together. Youâre headstrong and confident. Work hard. Friendly but youâre kind of like me.â
âXavier, you are not that friendly towards our coworkers.â
âDo you want me to tell you why I like you or not?â He glared at you. âHush. NowâŠwe have the same interests. We became accustomed to each other. And I like what we have. But I want more.â He let out a sigh. âI thought I would be okay with doing whatever weâd been doing the past few weeks.â His hand spread open, tensed, before balling up into a fist. âBut then I saw that stupid baker laugh at one of your jokes.â
âI canât be funny now?â You teased him, enjoying the jealousy behind his eyes.Â
âYou can. Just with me though, please.â He reached for your hand and fiddled with your fingers, rubbing his thumb on your knuckles. âIâm new to this feeling of being jealous. And I realized it'd be really hard for us to be just friends.â
You nodded slowly. âOkayâŠsame.â
He smirked at you. âI give you my whole story and all I get is a ditto?â
You shrugged. âYouâre good at Legends?â
He hummed, removing his hand from yours. âWho do you like more? Me or Lumiere?â
You pretend to think long and hard. Each second that went by made his ears turn pinker at the tips. You tried to keep a straight face as you said, âIâve watched Lumiere longer, but I guessâŠitâs you now.â
âThatâs not very reassuring.â He leaned back on his chair, his eyes glaring at you as he crossed his arms over his chest. âSo you like to watch me suffer, I see.â
âHey, if anything, since I spend more time with you now, I donât watch his streams as often.â You sighed, taking another sip of water. âHe doesnât stream that much anymore either, though.â You thought for a moment and laughed to yourself, shaking your head as you set your glass down.
âWhatâs so funny?â He asked, putting his elbows to the table again, as if he was attempting to close the distance between you two.Â
You shrugged, dragging the tip of your index finger around the rim of the glass. âYou two are so alikeâŠIâve never seen the two of you in the same room.â You joked. âXavier,â you locked eyes with him. âYouâre not Lumiere, right?â
Xavier looked stunned, and you couldnât tell if it was because you asked what you deemed as a âdumbâ question or because you just compared him to someone he didnât seem to like very much. He opened his mouth to answer, but then the waiter came to ask for your orders.
You thought that the dinner would have been hard to get through, but you forgot how easy it was to be with Xavier. There were moments where you would remember what was happening in your pants, but for the most part, you were able to enjoy your time without squirming in your seat too much.Â
He ordered a small dessert, sharing the ice cream with tiny spoons as you two giggled at small talk. âI want us to be together.â Xavier said, clinking his spoon onto yours as if the two of you were sword fighting. âI really want to call you mine.â
You hummed, tapping your spoon onto his again. âWe only know so much about each otherâŠWhat if you get to know me and then realize I-â
âIsnât it enough that I want to know everything about you? Each little thing I learn about you is meaningful to me. And I want more.â He set the spoon down. âI want to be the only one who knows this much about you, see every side of you.âÂ
You took a deep breath, setting your spoon down next to his. âWill I learn about you?â
âHavenât you been?â He cocked his head, the same smug smirk grew on his face.Â
You shrugged. âI feel like I talk a lot more than you do. I want to know what you used to do and what you aspire to do. Things like that.â
âI aspire to be yours. Can we start there?â He motioned for the check as he held his gaze onto you. âWeâll have all the time to learn about each other, I just canât stand the idea of not being able to call you mine as we do.â He held your hand again. âPlease?â
You wanted to scream âyesâ over and over again, as if he had just proposed to you. But something in you wanted to play hard to get. It felt so easy for you to tease Xavier, and seeing his very slight annoyance was amusing to you. âSoâŠweâre dating?â
âIf you accept me.â
âI guessâŠweâre dating then.â You attempted to contain your excitement with another swig of water. You felt like you were getting your first boyfriend in high school. It was giddy and unreal. You thought back to how you entered relationships back in college, but it all felt so casual compared to his loaded confession. This felt real and raw to you. And you wanted more. You were excited for every âfirstâ with him. All of a sudden, your past relationships didnât count anymore.
 âThat doesnât sound serious enough actually.â He pouted, sulking into his seat. âAnd you donât sound that excited.â
You felt like jumping him like one of those jumpscares from another video game you enjoyed. Your mind was melting, screaming the word âcuteâ over and over again. âLet me prove it to you then.â You said as you stood up and began to walk out of the restaurant. You saw how he fumbled with his wallet, taking out a wad of cash to leave on the table instead of waiting to pay with his card.Â
He caught up with you, interlocking your fingers together and dragging you faster with him. He opened the car door for you and continued to hold your hand for stability as you got in. It felt like that one scene from a movie where the guy held her hand as she got onto a carriage.Â
The car was freezing, but you were fully sweating. Your legs were shivering and you couldnât tell if it was the rest of your body feeling cold, or if it was from excitement. You saw Xavier take swift steps around the car to get to the other side, fully ignoring oncoming traffic.Â
The two of you sat there for a few seconds. It felt awkward. You wanted him to take you right then and there, but you didnât want to seem too eager. You were embarrassed that you were acting like a bunny in heat. It was all too new again and you didnât want to ruin things. You usually never did anything on the first date either, but it felt different with Xavier. Especially since you had spent a lot of time with him already, it was as if every outing before was a date too. You looked at him, waiting for something. Anything.Â
âIâm trying really hard to build myself to take the both of us home, right now.â He closed his eyes and drooped his head, taking a deep breath.Â
âWhy havenât you started the car yet, then?â You rested your elbow on the center console of the car, putting your chin onto your palm as you continued to stare at him. âAre you waiting for something?â
âAre you?â He finally opened his eyes and glared at you, inching his face towards you. You could smell the slight coffee scent from dessert in his breath. His eyes glanced up and down your face, obviously looking at your lips that were in a pout as you grew impatient. âYour eyesâŠIâm quite patient, but when it comes to youâŠâ His hand moved up to your face, his thumb barely grazing at your bottom lip that was jutted out.Â
âI actually feel like the most impatient one here,â you took a shaky breath in. âXavierâŠâ
His breath hitched and he leaned closer as if he was about to kiss you, his bottom lip almost touching yours. But his thumb separated the two of you. And then he let out a chuckle as he noticed your eyes were fully shut.Â
Xavier moved his face to the side of yours, reaching over to grab your seatbelt. His breath tickled your neck before he pulled back. His other hand pushed you by your shoulder, gently, to make you sit properly onto the chair. âYou are.â A click of the seatbelt fully throttled you out of your thoughts. âImpatient.â He clicked his tongue and sat back into his seat, putting his own seatbelt on before pushing the button to start the car.Â
You huffed, crossing your arms over your chest as you got comfortable. You knew that he was teasing you, and you wondered how long he was able to keep his composure.Â
Xavier hummed along to the random song playing on the radio, tapping on the steering wheel. He was clearly amused with seeing you squirm in your own seat.Â
âYouâre enjoying this,â you glared at him from the side, crossing your leg. Your foot tapped against the car, evident with your displeasure.
Another chuckle. âI told youâŠI want to see your reactions.â He reached over and poked you on your cheek. âAll of them.â
You couldnât fight down the smile that was playing on your lips as he said those words. It was flirtatious and teasing all at once, and you were so close to taking the steering wheel yourself to swerve the car into an abandoned parking lot.Â
Instead, you reached your left hand over and rested it on his thigh. You didnât miss his tiny jump with the way he reacted. Nor did you miss the way his fingers twitched on the wheel. âHow much longer until we get home?â
âNot soon enoughâŠâ Xavier answered through gritted teeth, his knees parted even more, making your fingers move closer to the inside of his thigh. You dragged it slowly more upward, teasing him with your fingertips. âB-behaveâŠâ His voice, which was normally soft, became strong and stern.
âIâm not doing anythingâŠAm I bothering you?â You squeezed his thigh making him twitch again. You took your pinky and moved it closer to the growing bulge in his pants. âMaybe Iâm not the only one thatâs impatient, huh?â
Thankfully for the two of you, there were barely any cars on the road. And he was speeding up immensely. âIâll be the judge of that.â His right hand moved from the wheel to your own thigh.
Your thighs squeezed onto his fingers out of surprise.
âDo you want me to stop?â He huffed out.Â
You couldnât answer, you were afraid that your voice would break. Instead, you relaxed your legs and yourself onto the seat. And you moved your hand up on him, inviting him to mirror you. Your ring and pinky finger were rubbing him over his pants and you knew exactly what you were touching.Â
He wasted no time to cup your heat, two of his fingers finding your clit through your pants instantly as he pressed down. You bit down on your bottom lip to suppress any sound fighting to come out of you as you felt him. âFuckâŠhow long does it take to get homeâŠâ He moved his two fingers up and down, slowly. Too slowly for you. âYouâre trembling.â He continued. âIâve been thinking about how sensitive you are.âÂ
A small moan came out of you and the hand that was on his lap slapped over your mouth as the other cupped over his own hand.Â
âYour expressions are telling me Iâm doing a very good jobâŠâ You could hear the smirk in his voice as his thumb rubbed your thigh whilst the two other fingers pressed down on you. âAt least let me hear that Iâm doing good too, yeah?â His voice was deep and breathy, almost desperate and breaking.Â
You were just glad to see familiar buildings, knowing you were close to home. Your hand came down, gripping your seatbelt as you let soft moans come out of you. You knew words no longer existed, and yet you complied with his request.
âYou sound so good, my starâŠâ His fingers were rubbing small circles on you now, and you wondered how much you were leaking through the fabrics of your bottoms. You could feel the intense warmth in between your legs.Â
You were so focused on cumming that you didnât realize that he had messily parked the car already. Both of your hands gripped at his wrist as he moved faster and harder against your core. Whimpers spilled out of your mouth until he nudged your face up with his nose to reach your lips. Engulfing you with a kiss as you slowly unfolded.Â
The position must have been awkward for him, but his slender fingers persisted whilst his other hand pushed your head closer to him. You gasped against him as your legs shook with intensity and you came just from getting rubbed over your pants.Â
âDid you like that?â He asked, breathing in your own breath.Â
All you could do was nod as you processed what had just happened. No one had ever made you feel that intense that you could cum just like that before.Â
âIâll keep that in mind.â He smirked before pressing a soft kiss to your lips.
Xavier pulled back to take his seatbelt off and his hand moved to the engine button again, probably to fix his parking, but you instantly tugged on his shirt to pull him back towards you. âSh-shouldnât I return the favorâŠ?â You asked, glancing at his crotch before realizing it was too dark in the garage to see anything.
He chuckled and pulled you into another kiss. âLaterâŠI promise.â
The elevator trip upstairs was sweet, unlike what happened in his car. There was slight disappointment in your chest, wondering whatâs keeping him from taking you in that elevator. You wondered if the sound you made while you came was a turn-off or if his hand was hurting too much from the angle he was in. The little things that made you overthink were swarming your brain.
Then he hugged you from the back and pressed a kiss onto your neck. âWhat are you thinking so hard about?â
You held onto his arms that were around you. âHmmâŠJust thought you wanted toâŠyâknow.â You admitted.
He chuckled, his hair tickling your neck as his head moved as he reacted. âAre you disappointed? I just wanted to talk to you firstâŠâ He pressed himself closer to you and you could feel his sincerity. âCanât you feel that Iâm holding back?â
You rolled your eyes, âWhatâs so important that we have to-â You stopped talking as the elevator doors opened to your floor and you saw boxes outside of the unit beside you. âWoah, someoneâs finally moving in.â You pulled away from Xavier and walked into the hallway of your floor to see if you could introduce yourself.Â
You could hear Xavier grumble behind you, along with his footsteps following you. Although you were excited to be alone in your home with Xavier, wondering what could happen next as the two of you were actually a couple. But the unit beside you had been vacant since the day you had moved in, so you were just hoping that it was a nice person.
And then you saw a very familiar face.Â
âCharlie?â You exclaimed as you ran up to the doorway, making your way through the boxes. âWoah! Youâre my new neighbor!â
âHey!â Charlie said, putting down the stand-mixer that he was holding. âWhat a coincidence!â He reached his arm out, motioning for a side-hug.
You were about to reciprocate until Xavier took his hand and shook it. An awkward scene, but you were too busy being surprised by how suspiciously polite Xavier looked. âHi, Iâm your neighbor too. I live upstairs.â
âO-Oh! Hello!â Charlie smiled at him warmly, but the warmth was not reciprocated by Xavier at all. âYouâre the newest hire, arenât you?â
âYeah. And youâre the baker.â His hold on Charlie was firm, as if he was trying to show him up.
Charlie wiggled himself free from his grip and then motioned to the boxes. âI should finish unpacking.â
âOf course! Weâll leave you to it thenâŠâ You grabbed Xavierâs wrist and pulled him toward your apartment. You knew Xavier had something against him, which you actually found quite endearing, but you didnât expect him to let it show. Despite how polite he tried to be, it was more condescending and obviously fake. Once the door to your place closed, you threw your stuff on the couch and went to the kitchen to make tea. âI canât believe your best friend is living next to me,â you jested, almost snorting.
âNow that heâs your neighbor, are you going to invite him over for dinner too?â He stood by one of the counters of the kitchen, leaning his head against one of the cabinets. You couldnât see his face too clearly, but that pout of his was prominent from his tone.Â
It wasnât that you liked hearing him be sad or upset, but something about it made you want to tease him even more.Â
âShouldnât I?â You werenât going to, but the idea of Xavier possibly breaking the door down was amusing to you. âCalm down, XaviâŠI thought I heard the kettle whistling, but it was just the steam coming out of your ears.â You walked toward him and placed your hand on his cheek, your thumb caressing him softly to loosen his frown. âNow what did you want to tell me that youâre keeping me waiting for?â You wrapped your arm around his neck to hook onto him and he wrapped his arms around your waist to hold you close to him.
His expression changed completely. The usually confident Xavier Shen looked like he was about to start trembling like a little chihuahua.Â
You raised an eyebrow at him and tilted your head, seeing if you could look into his blue eyes and look through his thoughts, but he started avoiding your gaze. âEarth to Xavier?â
âIâm Lumiere.â He said, his voice breaking a little.
You let out a nervous chuckle. âCome on, what actually do you have to tell me?â His arms loosened around your waist and one hand came up to rub the back of his neck, something he did when he felt awkward. âAre you secretly an alien? Like Clark Wayne or Bruce Kent or whatever?â
He took a deep breath and then looked you in the eyes. âI was going to tell you before I asked you out, but I never knew the time and whenever Iâm with you I justâŠI really like you and I knew I needed to tell you before we went any further.âÂ
You started staring aimlessly at his chest and then the ground trying to process what he was saying, but then he bent down to your gaze and tried meeting your eyes with his.Â
âDonât be mad, please?â His voice cracked near the end, and you could tell it was taking everything out of him to tell you.
You didnât know what you felt. It felt irrational to be mad because you didnât even know what to be mad about. You were in some sort of state of shock. Your real-life crush was your online crush. On paper, you thought that sounded cute, but when it was happening to you in real time, you were just embarrassed. You talked about why you liked Lumiere to Lumiere himself. You even felt stupid for liking him because he was some faceless streamer that played a toxic game.Â
âSay somethingâŠâ He quietly pleaded. Your name was whispered out of his mouth, like he was afraid of breaking it if he said it too loud.
And then the kettle did start whistling.Â
You dropped your hands from his neck and turned around to remove it from the stove. Without looking at him, you finally talked. âYou should go home tonight. I have to think.â
âAsk me anything, please. I-â Xavier said, you could hear him getting closer to you.
âPleaseâŠjust give me a moment, Xavier.âÂ
âIâll be one call awayâŠokay?â He said. You could feel him so close to you, like his hand was trying to reach out for yours, but he thought otherwise and then walked out.Â
You left the boiled water on the counter, not really checking if you turned the stove off. And then you face planted right on the couch. You looked for something to be mad at and all the answers just pointed at being mad at yourself for not realizing sooner. You had suspicions, but for your long-time infatuation being your neighbor that turned into your coworker and friend was too good to be true. You just thought you were being too hopeful. Now you two were more than friends so you were sure you should have been happy.
And yet, you couldnât pinpoint why you werenât.Â
The whole weekend passed by and you didnât leave the house, nor did you talk to him. Which made you feel even worse. Since you couldnât find any reason to be upset at him, just at yourself, and you still ignored every message and knocked on your door that you knew was him.
You even woke up extra early the following Monday to take the train and avoid him. It was the first time you had taken the train in months, and on top of that, it was a quiet ride. You couldnât even bring yourself to listen to music, your thoughts were loud enough.
And it was as if he knew because he showed up to work, looking less prim and proper as he took his seat in front of your desk, searching for any sign of you in you. Yet you averted your gaze.
It was suffocating being at your desk as your thoughts ran grew louder. It was as if everyone else could feel the tense air too as they worked quieter than usual.
The man you had pined over on the internet for months, almost a year, and the man you had been pining over in real-life turned out to be the same person. And you could feel his eyes glance over at you every other moment.Â
You still couldnât find it in yourself to be mad at him, even though you really wanted to. You just felt humiliated.Â
Although you were trying to figure out when he would have told you, or if he would have ever told you. You knew you werenât really obligated to know as of yet. You two had just started developing something more than friends.Â
You couldnât focus on the codes on the screen as you were thinking back to everything you had said to the streamer that just so happened to be someone who was really close to being your boyfriend. Youâve had drunken nights where you complimented him a lot on your social media accounts, making thirsty statements about his hands. Yearning for the faceless man. You wanted to scream into your hands as you remembered that Xavier knew your username. He knew it was you. And now you knew it was him.
The moment it hit the time for your lunch break, you darted out of the office, heading up multiple flights of stairs until you reached the roof of the building. Your head spun like you were losing oxygen until you pushed the heavy door and felt the fresh air hit your face. Deep breaths.Â
Lumiere was Xavier. And Xavier was Lumiere. Somewhere deep down, you already knew. Even after trying to deny it. And now that it was fully confirmed, you wanted to scream. You wanted to cringe yourself into a black hole as flashes of interactions with lumiere kept going through your mind. You were on the âLumiere X Readerâ tags on fanfiction sites too.Â
It was hard to distinguish what you felt. Guilt, embarrassment, confusionâŠThe mix was overwhelming.Â
A long and deep breath kept you from spiraling.Â
All you knew was that you still liked him. A lot.Â
Another deep breath.
Even if it was embarrassing for you, he still confessed to you even with the knowledge that you were one of Lumiereâs biggest fans. It was also better off that he told you from his own chest rather than finding out later on. The only thing that was keeping you away from him was your own cowardice.Â
Lumiere or not, you really liked Xavier.Â
With the newfound realization, you walked back towards your office with a new mindset. Along with plans in your head to talk to Xavier again. You craved your old routine back. You had grown too accustomed to being with him that it was tearing you apart that you werenât doing the things you normally did.Â
You were coming up with things to say to him and finding segues to talking to him again. Different sorts of apologies and ways to apologize came to your mind. You wondered if you should follow him into the break room and say, âIâm okay that I completely embarrassed myself in front of you,â and then kiss and make-up. It was multiple unrealistic scenarios straight out of a montage of a teen movie film.
Yet they were all interrupted as someone grabbed your wrist as you passed by the supply closet and pulled you into the dark room. Before you screamed, you heard a familiar âshhhâ and then the lights turned on.
Xavier was in front of you, bags visible under his eyes and clear signs of worry as he looked down at you. âIâm sorry I justâŠâ He let go of your arm and stepped back, raking his fingers through his silver hair, taking a deep breath.Â
He looked like a mess, but it almost made you mad as to how good he looked despite it. The buttons of his shirt were misaligned and improperly tucked, mismatched socks, and one missing cuff link.Â
âYou wouldnât even look at meâŠand I didnât knowâŠâ He started rambling.Â
You didnât know how else to stop him, mainly because you were still in shock. And instead of being a rational person, stop him by saying âHey! Itâs fine!â Instead you stepped on your tippy toes, grabbed his wrinkled collar and brought him down for a kiss.Â
Both of you seemed to have been in shock as you pulled away. âS-sorry. I just- Um, I wasnât mad at you. I just felt kind of dumb for not connecting the two dots so-â
It was your turn to be stopped with a kiss.
Xavier pushed you back onto the shelf, one hand behind your head and the other above you, possibly to keep the shelf from falling down. He kissed you like you were the oxygen mask in a post-apocalyptic movie in space. Your eyes were still open and you could barely see that his eyes were squeezed shut until yours fluttered closed soon after.Â
He moaned softly as you kissed him back, like he was surprised by the affection you were showing after two days of ignoring him. âI thoughtâŠI screwed upâŠâ He said, in between kisses as he gasped. And then he pulled away, putting his forehead on your shoulder, breathing heavily. âYouâre not mad at me?â
You hummed, your hand on his shoulder. âI kind of amâŠYou asked me so many embarrassing questionsâŠturns out you just wanted to hear me praise you.â Your eyebrows knitted together, bothered by his audacity.
âI actually hate that you like Lumiere so much.â He grumbled against you. You could feel his teeth graze your exposed skin from your sleeveless top, as if he was going to bite you.Â
You scoffed. âYou and Lumiere are the same person, didnât you just say that?âÂ
He pulled back to glare at you. âWhile Lumiere is funny and smartâŠIâm apparently corny and cocky.â He got closer to your face with each word. âHe made the same joke I made a few days before and youâd roll your eyes at me. But Iâm sure when Lumiere said it, you were laughing up a storm.âÂ
You were still beating yourself up for everything, but the way he read you like a book made you want to disappear. You covered your face with your hands and cowered. âHow long are you going to make fun of me? Iâll actually run awayâŠâ You mumbled into your fingers.Â
His small laugh made you warm up again, and then you felt his hands wrap around your wrists, prying them away from your face. One of his thumbs hooked under your chin to tilt your head up to look at him. âDo you still like me?â
You slowly nodded.
âOkay, good.â He kissed the tip of your nose, light and sweet. His lips moved down to yours and your mouth was agape, waiting for something. But instead, he pecked your bottom lip softly and chuckled. âLetâs go back to work. Iâll take care of you later. We have time we need to make up.â He reached up above you again and grabbed a box of paperclips.Â
And then you were alone in the supply room.Â
The rest of the day was a blur. You were working on autopilot as you sped through every ticket in order to make sure that you were able to leave as soon as possible. The only time that it felt slow was when Xavier would look past his monitor to see you.Â
His expressions were normally hard to read, but it felt like everything was actually out in the open. And you could see from his almost-glowing blue eyes that he was rushing to the end of the work day as well.Â
As your humiliation was slowly dying down, your fascinations were coming back. You were so embarrassed that you couldnât focus on the fact that you had actually liked one person for a long time. Your fingers worked away on the keyboard as you started to look on the brighter side of things.
You werenât completely delusional after all.Â
The owner of the attractive hands was attractive himself. He was everything you thought you were and much more. Although, each time you thought of something positive about the situation, an embarrassing moment where you freaked out over something Lumiere-related to Xavier would pop up in your mind. And it made you want to slam your head onto your monitor.Â
Bright side. Bright side. Bright side. You thought to yourself.Â
The mantra became too much for your brain as you started to mutter it out loud while you were in the elevator with Xavier to get to his car. âBright side of what?â
You looked at him wide eyed. âHuh?â You realized that Xavier looked brighter than that morning. He fixed his shirt and somehow unwrinkled everything, back to his prim and proper self. âI- uhâŠI am looking on the bright side of things.â
âSoâŠyou are still mad at me.â His eyebrows came together as he pouted.Â
You tapped your chin to think, letting him open the door for you. âNo?â
Xavier cocked his head to the side before shutting your door and only replied when he got in the driverâs seat. âYou didnât sound very sure.â
âIâm just embarrassed! I donât know how to explain that any further.â You groaned. âBut if I get rid ofâŠhow many times you made me talk about LumiereâŠI can focus on the bright side.â
He started the car and was quickly driving back to your place. âWhat are the bright sides then?â
âIâm dating my celebrity crush.â You beamed at him. âAnd I wasnât that crazy thinking about him the way I did, because you really are my type!â
âAm I more your typ-â Xavier started but you instantly swatted his arm.
âDonât ruin this.â
The two of you bickered about the logistics of him being jealous of you liking Lumiere despite the fact that Lumier equaled Xavier the entire car ride home. And the entire elevator up.
Except on the way up, instead of pressing your floor, he pressed his. âNow that you knowâŠyou can come over now, right?â He suddenly looked shy.Â
âYou always said your place was too busy, I really was starting to think that the âother familyâ theory was becoming plausible.â You huffed, a little exhausted from trying to understand his jealousy. Although you found it amusing as well. Dork.
âMy stream set-up is in the living room.â He shrugged, walking to open his door as soon as the elevator let the two of you off. âI think it wouldâve been too obvious.â
âCan I ask why you kept it a secret?â You played with the hem of your shirt while you waited for him to get his keys out to open his door. âNot to everyone, I get that. I meanâŠwhen you found out I liked LumiereâŠyou didnât say anything.â
He paused before opening his door and then turned to you. âHow would you have reacted?â Xavier opened his door and let you in.Â
You thought about your answer, but you were distracted by his layout. It was clean and organized. His furniture was modern, and yet it was still homey. âU-uhâŠI guess I wouldnât have believed you. WellâŠâ
âI was surprised to know that youâre starlight.â Xavier said, taking your bag from your hand to hang on his rack by the door. As he did so, his touch was soft and lingered long enough to know that it was on purpose.Â
âPleaseâŠthatâs soâŠâ You cringed, walking around the living room. It was the exact same layout as your place, but the way he decorated made it seem like a completely different place. You distracted yourself by taking in the scenery as the realization of being alone with him properly with a new relationship was settling in your bones. Warmth was flowing through you in more ways than one. âYou knew me by name?â
âThereâs only one starlight.â He said, following close behind you, And then he bent down, his mouth near your ear. âYouâre still cringing at yourself, but would it make you feel better if the feelings were mutual this whole time?â His breath tickled you and sent signals directly to your lower area.Â
You awkwardly laughed, turning towards him. âWha-â
âI, the faceless streamer, got excited seeing a certain viewerâs name in my chat.â He smirked down at you, walking forward as you walked back until the back of your knees hit his couch. âYou had the same name on Tweeter and I went through your account too. Little glimpses of your life, very miniscule, and I was interested.â You fell back onto the couch and he towered over you, one knee beside your legs with both his hands on either side of your head to hold himself up. âAre we even now?â
You tried to swallow, but your mouth was dry. âW-what now?â
âA gentleman usually waits for the girl he likes to say yesâŠâ His face inched closer down to yours, waiting as he flitted his eyes between your eyes and your lips.
âThenâŠyes.â
You never understood how âsearing kissesâ existed in literature. Until you had that kiss with Xavier. Your entire face felt like it was on fire, growing throughout your body. The way his tongue met with yours, the feeling of one of his hands on the back of your neck, moving down to the lower part of your back. You kissed him back with just as much intensity as he kissed you, your hands exploring his chest, and you were sure that you ripped a few buttons clean off as you tried to get rid of as many layers as possible.Â
âAre you sureâŠ?â He gasped against your mouth as your hands fumbled with his pants.Â
âFuck, pleaseâŠâ You begged into his mouth.Â
Xavier readjusted the two of you on his couch, having you fully lay down and him settling in between your legs. He had even placed the pillows under your head so you could watch him properly. You watched as he ripped open your stockings impatiently, just to be able to remove your underwear properly. Your skirt was tossed to the side, along with your shirt, leaving you fully nude. âFucking beautiful. I knew youâd be this beautifulâŠâ He praised as he kissed your belly, moving upwards to kiss each breast, and then more upwards to your neck. He was still fully clothed, despite your shaky attempts of tearing his clothes off. You lacked the strength he had. But you felt his bulge through his pants on your bare core. You couldnât help but seek friction by rubbing yourself against his clothed cock, making him wince against your neck. His free hand grabbing one of your breasts, as if to hold himself grounded. âI-impatientâŠAre you enjoying yourself?â His hips moved against yours. You had a feeling you soaked through his pants, but it felt like he got harder with each movement.Â
It was an odd sensation, but since it was with Xavier, everything felt too good. You were almost at the edge when he pulled back, making you whine.
He replaced the sensation with his hand. Xavierâs bare fingers were against you, no fabric in sight to separate the two of you anymore. âYouâre so wet, starlight. Were you waiting for this?â Two fingers played at your entrance. âI can already tellâŠwhat your answer isâŠâ He moved on top of you again to capture your lips, and at the same time, his fingers entered you.Â
It was hard to kiss him back as you moaned into his mouth. Everything was happening all the same time and you were overjoyed. His two fingers pumped in and out of you as his thumb rubbed against your clit. A small part of you wanted to be jealous of where he learned how to be good with his hands, but each movement sent shockwaves throughout your body. âYour entire bodyâŠis responding to me.â
âPlease, X-XavierâŠâ You felt spit drip down from the side of your mouth and you were unaware if it was yours or his. âI n-need you.â
âYou have me, baby.â He softly bit your neck as he got faster with his hands.Â
You threw your head back with almost a yelp, you were too close, but you wanted more. âF-fuck me, please. I can take itâŠI want it.â Adrenaline coursed through your veins, giving you just enough strength to say what you wanted.
Xavier sat back up and pulled his fingers out of you. âI never thought Iâd hear you beg for meâŠI want to hear it moreâŠâ You watched as he removed his pants just enough to free his cock. Long and thick cock. You werenât surprised, and you werenât disappointed. He took the fingers that were inside of you and used your lingering slick to wrap around himself, stroking himself as he looked at you. âDo it againâŠâ
You couldnât find it in you to be embarrassed. âPleaseâŠplease fuck me, XaviâŠâ
Instead of fucking you then and there, Xavier stood up and grabbed your wrist to make you follow him. Your legs wobbled with need and you could feel your excitement dribble down your thigh. âCome hereâŠâ He said through gritted teeth, pushing aside his chair and making you bend over in front of his desk.Â
His actions in getting you to his desk were rough, but the way he slowly entered you showed his restraint and care still. The way he held you up as you took his cock slowly through every inch until he was fully in. âOh my fu- ngh!â You knew you had limited words now, your mind filled with sex.
âI knew youâd feel so good, starlight. Iâve been imagining this for so longâŠâ He kissed your shoulder. âTell me you had tooâŠâ
All you could do was nod as moans spilled out of your mouth at every thrust.
âLook at the screen, starlight.â He lifted your head gently by your hair, aiming your gaze at his computer monitor. The camera that was normally pointed at the keyboard was pointed right at you. He pressed on the spacebar and it was your reflection. It wasnât recording you, but the big âGo Liveâ button on the corner made you feel nervous.Â
And somehow more excited.
Xavier hissed behind you. âFuck meâŠI knew youâd like this.â Another thrust into you filled the room with both of your moans. âDonât you look beautifulâŠ?â
âY-youâre embarrassing meâŠâ You grunted out.
Another thrust. Wetter and louder. Harder. âReally? It sounds like youâre really enjoying yourself. LookâŠâ His hand moved down to hold you up with your chin. âYour words donât match whatâs happening hereâ nghâŠâ Another thrust. He squeezed your cheeks together with his thumb and index, making you pucker out your lips for the camera. âAnd hereâŠyou look so good around my cockâŠright?â The grip he had on your hip was so tight, but it somehow felt so good.
In just a few seconds, so many new interests came to your mind, being awakened inside of you.Â
You realized how long his arms were with the way he so easily maneuvered them around you. He moved his hold onto you to be able to put two of his fingers into your mouth. And like clockwork, you welcomed him right in. âIs this what you imagined while watching me play?â His other hand roamed up your waist, squeezing at every part of you that he could. âIâve read what youâve said about meâŠâ He chuckled, referring to your fan account. âYouâre doing so wellâŠâ
You hummed around his fingers, looking right at the screen. It was embarrassing to see how blown out you looked. Your eyes no longer looked like they were in your control. It was so high-definition that you could see the strings of spit dropping onto his desk as you sucked on his fingers. Xavier was barely on screen, but you could see the bottom half of his face. The smirk. You felt that it was unfair seeing as your chest softly bounced, fully nude and bare. Whilst Xavier still had his white button-up still on. Barely but still on.Â
âCareful with where your hands are, baby. One wrong move and Lumiereâs face reveal might get my whole channel bannedâŠyou wouldnât want that would you?â He slowed down his thrusts, watching you intently and moving your hair out of your face with his other hand that wasnât in your mouth still. âOr maybe you do? You talked a lot about me being so jealousâŠbut Iâve seen you react to other thirst tweets about Lumiere.â He leaned closer to your ear, licking at your tongue as he looked at you through the screen. âYouâre just as jealous as me, arenât you?â
Your eyebrows knitted together as you nodded weakly, pushing your ass back onto him, silently begging him to keep going.Â
Xavier removed his fingers from your mouth, taking advantage of how wet they were to bring them down to your clit, rubbing small and soft circles just to tease you as he completely stopped fucking you. âTell me who you likeâŠsay my name.â
Your knees were trembling even more. âX-XaviâŠ-er, p-please?â You turned back to look at him, the real him, trying to meet his blue eyes. You searched for the satisfaction, the pleasure that was contorting his face. âXavierâŠI like-anghâŠyou. S-so much.â You felt drool on the corner of your mouth and you knew you looked like a mess. You already saw it.Â
He pulled out of you completely, making you whimper from the loss. And then he grabbed the chair that he pushed aside to sit you down in it, settling himself in between your legs. His cock radiated heat and looked slick in the dim light of the desk lamp. âSay it again.â He teased the tip at your entrance, hooking your legs onto his forearms as he gripped the armrests of the gaming chair. âPlease, starlight?â
You wiggled in the seat, trying to get more comfortable. Your sweat made you slip easier around the leather chair. âDonâtâŠâ You gasped as he moved his tip against your clit. âD-donât call me that,â you whined.Â
âWhy not, starlight? Isnât that the name you made for me?â He chuckled.Â
You were breathing heavily as you glared at him. âOh, so now you wanna be LumiereâŠwhen it-â He slapped his cock against your tip this time, as if he hated the way you said a different name.Â
âSay my name,â he nearly growled. His blue eyes turned darker than ever. âYou donât want me to stop, right?â
You shook your head.
âYetâŠit seems like you donât want me to continue either.â He cocked his head to the side.Â
âX-XavierâŠâ You gave up, desperate for him.Â
âHmm? What⊠Your voice is trembling. I canât hear youâŠâ He teased, pulling back.
âXavier! Please!â
He chuckled, positioning himself at your entrance. âGood girl,â he said before fully entering you again. âFuckâŠyouâre so good.â
Only a little bit of you was worried about the neighbors. You wondered if Xavier was enjoying that other people could hear you. Especially one person downstairs. You were moaning loudly as he grunted while he fucked you.
You could feel every inch and hear every inch entering you. It was almost embarrassing how wet you were, but you could see him staring intently at the place the two of you connected. You laid your head back on the chair and shut your eyes, taking in every movement as you got closer and closer over the edge.
But then he dropped one of your legs and grabbed your face again, gripping it tightly. âKeep your eyes open and look at me.âÂ
And you donât know what came over you as he said those words to you, but one look at him being rough made you instantly cum. Your head was thrown back again as your entire body shook and your walls pulsed around his cock. Your hands gripped and scratched at his arms, losing control of every limb.
âHoly fuckâŠyouâre beautiful.â He gasped. âSoâŠperfect.â He muttered as he leaned down to capture your open mouth with his, tangling your tongues together as he tasted everything. âIâll neverâŠget enough of thisâŠâ He said in between kisses. âFuckâŠIâm gonna cum, starlight.â He kissed your cheek and moved to your ear. âWhere do you want meâŠ?â He whispered seductively in your ear.Â
âD-donât say things like that so suddenlyâŠI c-canât hol-nghâŠâ And then you felt him speed up, making you cum again as you heard him grunt and moan by your ear. Up until you felt him spill into you. He kissed you again as he came inside of you, and you couldnât tell if it was him or you leaking onto the chair. Neither of you cared as you kissed your way through every shockwave of your orgasms. âWeâre not done yet, starlightâŠI said we had to make up for lost time, didnât I?â
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