11:01 PM ~ Dice Arisugawa
Summary: It's late and Dice has showed up at your place to crash. However, he's absolutely filthy. Well, you have to do something about that...
Pairing: Dice Arisugawa X G/N!Reader
Genre: Suggestive Drabble
Word Count: 984
Warning: nudity, slight innuendo
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A/N: I know exactly what I did. I do not regret it one bit.
There was a knock at your door. You were confused. You weren't expecting anyone this late at night. Who could it possibly be? When you opened the door, you mentally smacked yourself. You should've known better. Who else would come visit you out of the blue at this hour of the night.
Dice gave you a sheepish grin. "Can I come in?"
"Not smelling like that, you're not." You groaned and covered your nose. "Seriously, did you walk through the sewers to get here?"
He gave an awkward laugh and rubbed the back of his neck. "More like I woke up in the landfill, and on my way back to Shibuya, I walked through some sewers and back alleys with less than pleasant garbage."
"Why?"
"I needed to see you." He gave you pleading eyes as he dropped to his knees and clasped his hands before him. "Please let me come in! I want to sleep somewhere warm and have a hot meal and you're the best at both! Please, please, please, do me this favor and I'll pay you back tenfold, I promise!"
You groaned. You shouldn't indulge in his disgusting behavior. You should toss him to the street, like the stray dog he was. But you knew he would go and bother Ramuda or Gentaro, and you wouldn't hear the end of it from them if you did. So instead, you mentally cursed yourself out, and allowed him to enter.
"Take off your shoes and coat first." You said. "And then go straight upstairs. You're taking a bath before you even think about trekking any more of your filth into my place."
He gave you a mock salute. "Yes ma'am."
As he did as he was told, you purse your lips. You knew Dice. You knew that his baths were few and far between. You knew it was a bad idea, but you really didn't need him destroying your bathroom, not if you could help it.
You trail after him and before he shuts the bathroom door, you hold it open. He gives you a slightly worried smile. "What's up?"
"I'm going to help you."
He paled at your words. "No, you really don't have to-"
"Dice, I'm helping you, end of discussion."
"But..." He stopped when he saw your serious expression. He swallowed thickly before nodding. "Okay."
You entered the bathroom and began to turn the water on. You heard him undress behind you. You didn't turn to face him, trying to give him a modicum of privacy. When he alerted you that he was ready, you turned away and allowed him to get in.
You kept your eyes firmly on his upper body, allowing them to scan over his toned chest muscles. He seemed a little self conscious as he crossed his arms, but you rolled your eyes.
"It's nothing I haven't seen before, Dice. You take your shirt off all the time in the summer. And when Ramuda forces you to model for him."
"This is different." His voice is quiet, and a bit breathier. You don't comment on it. You want to save him some of his pride.
You instead get to work on washing his hair. Though you have to ignore what could be living in it, you are thorough with your washing. Your fingers work through each knot gently and you give him a small scalp massage as you do so. At first his posture is stiff and rigid, but the more you card your fingers through his hair, he begins to relax. He leans into your touch and you can hear him make soft sighs and whimpers.
A sneaky thought enters your mind and you give an experimental tug on his hair. He lets out a noise that's a cross between a yelp of surprise and a moan. Just as you thought.
His cheeks explode with a blush and he tries to move away from you. "No fair."
"Sorry, I couldn't help myself."
"Just, hurry up, please."
"I will, I will." You then began to wash all the shampoo out of his hair. What was once a greasy, dark blue rat's nest, begins to lighten and soften under your touch. You've always loved Dice's hair. It was so pretty and matched his eyes. You wanted nothing more than to keep running your fingers through his soft hair. But there was still more work to be done.
While his eyes were still closed, you began to lather up a loofah and began to scrub him down. He yelped again at your touch, but you quietly shushed him. His eyes bore into yours as you carefully and expertly scrubbed his arms, neck, back, and chest. You didn't go any lower, again, trying to save him some pride.
"Do you want me to do your legs or do you have it covered?" You asked sweetly.
"I'll be fine." He muttered. As you stood up to leave, he reached out his hand to grab your wrist. "Um... thank you."
"You're welcome. There will be spare clothes for you outside of the door. You can change into them when you're done."
And with that, you left to get him some clean clothes to wear. You took his dirty clothes and instantly shoved them into your washer with as much soap as possible. After setting the clean clothes out, you went into your kitchen and began to make him a nice warm meal, just like he wanted.
As you finished up your cooking, he came out in the new clothes, and his hair dry. You gave him his meal, which he devoured in seconds. You then allowed him to sleep on the couch, giving him an extra blanket and pillow.
"Good night." He said as you headed for your room.
You paused and nodded to him. "Good night. And if you'd like, I can give you another bath in the morning."