Summary: You were hired by a private company to teach, simple as that. But you didn’t expect your student to be him. A man treated like an experiment. And you definitely didn’t expect something tender to bloom between you. [1.4k]
Pairing: Ultraman x Reader
Warnings: NONE!!! no pronouns used, just a tiny bit of angst bc i’m evil like that <3
A/N: BEAR WITH ME YALL!!! i just watched the movie n i was thinking of writing something and idk why out of ever character he’s the one i wrote for i dead ahh don’t know 😵💫 it’s so bad i had a dream about this and wrote it… i lowkey wanted to do guy but it’s cool … i’ll do him next hehe anyways!!! most of this im pulling out my ahh i tried to look up his character and was just showing me the comic so idk 🤷🏽♀️ don’t come for me but umm this is very self indulgent but i spent 4hrs writing this so uhh…ENJOY <<33
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You honestly hated your job.
The long hours, your boss—but the pay was good. Really good. And it came with perks.
One of them being the man that sat in front of you.
You never knew what made you so qualified for this job.
Before this you were just an elementary school teacher. You just figured it was because you were from a small town, and didn't have a family…it would have been easy to take care of you if you ever stepped out of line.
Honestly, you remember your first day like it was yesterday—because it was definitely a day you’d never forget.
As you approached him, you gave him a small smile. He quickly smiled back. As you got closer, he reached to touch you, as he always did, but you quickly whispered "Don't," tilting your head towards the guard.
It took him a second to realize what you meant. You always thought his confused face was the most adorable thing. Then it hit him. He quickly nodded, and gave you small thumbs up.
After saying your hellos, mostly you talking, which never bothered you, he listened. He always enjoyed the sound of your voice.
You pulled out a small packet from your bag before looking over at the guard clearing your throat.
“Do you mind?” you asked, pointing at the hand cuffs around his wrist.
The guard stepped forward and unlocked the cuff. You spoke again.
“Daniel, do you mind—” you paused, thinking carefully about what you were going to say, “You know how shy he is. Can you wait outside the door? I’ll let you know if I need anything.” then you flashed him a smile.
He groaned as he made his way to the door, letting out a scoff and mumbling, “Your funeral.”
Once the door was closed, and you were sure it was closed, you turned to him.
Before you could say anything, he quickly pulled you into a hug. A tight hug. A little shocked yourself, you let out a small yelp.
When he let you go, you immediately turned to his hand, rubbing the irritated area.
He was busy placing kisses along your neck and face.
“Does it hurt?” you ask. All he did was grunt back
You turned back to him, lightly grabbing his chin so he’d faced you.
“Use your words.”
His eyes closed for a moment before he spoke, very carefully and softly.
“N..no.”
A wide smile spread across your face as you cradled his cheeks in your hands, pulling him in for a kiss.
His lips were always so soft, soft enough to catch you off guard every time.
You knew what you were doing was wrong. If anyone ever caught you, you knew your job wouldn’t be the only thing that you’d lose.
You pulled away to catch your breath for a moment before slowly running your fingers through his long hair. Also, surprisingly soft.
You always felt a sense of relief just being around him. And that always made you feel even worse about your whole situation.
Then your attention fell back to his wrist.
Still confused, you lightly rubbed the irritated skin, genuinely concerned about what caused it. There wasn’t much that hurt him. Not much that left a scar.
Your face crinkled up, trying to make sense of it.
He lightly placed his head on your chest, as he so loved to do. You always thought it soothed him.
You let out a frustrated sigh, as you spoke softly—more to yourself than him.
“This isn’t from the hand cuffs…what is it from?”
You were so caught up in your own thoughts, you didn’t even hear him speak at first.
He let out a grunt before quickly correcting himself.
“Don’t,” he paused for a second as your hand drifted to the back of his head, brushing his hair. “Know.”
He always spoke slowly, but it never bothered you. Honestly, you found it really sweet—especially since you were the one who taught him how to speak.
“Did something happen?” you asked, still focus on his wrist.
He looked up at you before speaking, making that face again—it was so adorable, it always made your heart melt.
“He…” he started slowly. That’s what he always called your boss. “Umm,” he looked up to you like he expected you to read his mind. And sometimes, it felt like you could.
“He… test,” he said, sounding like he wasn’t sure himself. But you knew what he meant.
You always felt so bad about how he was just treated. Like a test subject. What made it even worse, you couldn’t do much to stop it.
All you could do was quietly whisper, “I’m sorry,” and pull him closer.
He looked up from your chest again, smiling big.
“It okay,” he paused again, he always did that , before continuing “You… make better.”
You smiled softly and gently corrected him “Make IT better,” you didn’t even notice the tears streaming down your face.
He quickly moved to comfort you in his own way, lifting his head from your chest before touching his wrist. “It okay,” he said, then wiped the tears off your cheek. “No…uhh… hurt.”
“I’m such a mess, i’m sorry,” you whispered, finally letting go of him and reaching for the packet.
“Are you ready for today’s lesson?”
He nodded, and the two of you made your way to the small table in the room. As he sat down, you pulled your chair closer.
“Do you remember where we left off?”
He nodded again, it all reminded you of your very first day with him.
You were so nervous. Looking back, it all sounded so sketchy…but you were glad you took the chance. Because of that, you got to meet him. It was bittersweet. But, you’d do it all over again, in a heartbeat.
“Very good. Now do you remember this one?” you asked, pointing to the letters on the sheet.
He began to read slowly. “Th..the. The sun.”
“It's okay, go slow. I’m not going anywhere,” you say softly, a gentle smile on your lips as your hand drifted to his thigh, your thumb moving in a slow, soothing motion.
But before he even opened his mouth again, you heard the door creak open.
And before you could even move your hand, the guard came back in.
“All right, lovebirds, wrap it up,” the guard said.
You quickly stiffened up, “I still have like an hour left?” you asked, face scrunching up in confusion.
The guard shrugged.“The boss wants to see him.” He turned around. “But… wrap it up, quickly.”
You smiled, before whispering, “Thank you, Daniel.” You just knew he was rolling his eyes.
Then you turned your attention back to him, seeing the puzzled look on his fave.
“Wrong?” he asked quietly.
You sighed. “No.” You brushed the hair from his face. “He wants to see you.”
He frowned before slowly getting up. “Bye…”
As he turned to go, you let out a pout.
“That’s no way of saying goodbye, is it?”
He paused for a moment to think, then quickly pulled you into a kiss. It wasn’t perfect. It was rushed and a little clumsy, but you didn’t mind. His hand found your jaw, fingers tightening like he was scared you’d pull away.
But you didn’t.
You kissed him back, it was warm, sloppy and a bit too desperate. And just as you were forgetting the world around you—
“Ahem.”
The guard’s cough snapped you out of it, dragging you back to your bitter reality.
Your hand lingering on his back a bit longer than it should have, Before he pulled away and walked off.
You whispered your goodbyes.
As the door shut behind him, the sadness crept in.
You let out a sigh, slowly pick up your things and making your way out.
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When you got home, you opened the door to your apartment and sighed again, throwing yourself onto the couch and letting out an exhausted groan.
You looked around. It was nice, sure. But it’d be even nicer to share it with someone.
Your thoughts always drifted to him, whether you wanted them to or not.
He haunted your mind.
You wondered what he sounded like when he slept.
What his body would feel like under your hands.
You shoved your face into the pillow next to you and groaned softly.
You hadn’t even touched him… not really. Just kisses and touches that didn’t last long enough.
It was dangerous to think like this.
Even worse to want it.
But you did.
You stayed like that for a while, face buried in the pillow, wallowing in self-pity.
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A/N: ykw this is lowkey giving that one movie a the lady and the fish man😭 idk why that came to my mind i might watch it bc idk lmfao BUT TYYY FOR READING RAAAHHH !! i loved writing this sm mostly because of the dream i had shit was to good i had to write it down hehe but thank you for reading my word vomit <3 i wanna write a part 2 so freaking bad maybe i wont procrastinate like i do with everything (i have adhd leave me alone) but always open to constructive criticism im not even a writer fr 😫 just a yapper … and i know what ur thinking ‘peach thus just like ur david one’ okay.. and no one read ts anyways it be a shame to let it go to waste!!! anyways am i the only one that thinks of power rangers when i hear ultraman LMFAO this could have been and should have been longer i’m just lazy <33 PART TWO HERE!!!
