your boyfriend, who doesn’t care what you wear when you two go out— he truly believes all that matters is if your outfit makes you feel pretty n’ confident!
your boyfriend, who showers you with compliments, and loves taking pictures of you on his phone to set as his wallpaper or for you to post on your instagram. he always makes sure to comment something along the lines of “photo credits 🤨” if you decide to post them.
your boyfriend, who will never understand when anyone complains about showing “too much” skin— in his mind, there is no such thing as “too much” skin. in fact, he loves it when you show skin and wear those small, tight slutty tops, miniskirts, and short shorts that you love.
your boyfriend, who overhears others talking about how their own girlfriends would wear “too revealing clothes,” and he always scoffs and simply replies, “then don’t bag a baddie next time.”
your boyfriend, who loves it when you snap back at others. one time, someone pointed out that they could see your bra, and you replied, “good. it was fucking expensive.” he lives for your sass.
your boyfriend, who doesn’t see a problem with people looking at you unless they’re directly making you uncomfortable. he really sees no problem with it— people look at beautiful people all the time, right? nothing’s wrong with it.
your boyfriend, who gets annoyed you when you get catcalled on the street, but never makes it your problem. it’s not your fault that you’re getting whistled at; you didn’t do anything wrong.
your boyfriend, who will always protect you when other men try to harass you. it’s not that he thinks you’re weak, really! he knows you can protect yourself, but he enjoys the privilege of pulling you close and calling you his, whilst telling those losers to back off.
that doesn’t mean your boyfriend doesn’t get jealous; of course, he does! but petty jealousy shouldn’t dictate your happiness! he’s just not insecure like that.
a/n: hi sweets! 🫶🏻 here's some group chat chaos bc I can’t resist a good accidental hard launch 🤭🩷 hope you enjoy!! | credits for the photos I used from Pinterest: Tsokeaa and YCSMINQ | reblogs & comments are always appreciated! xx
⋆.𐙚 ̊ content note: fem!reader, crack, accidental hard launch
He was a punk. She did ballet. What more can I say? He wanted her. She'd never tell. ❞
starring : yearner!vagstrom x gn!reader
ALAN MIDO — "You are safest beyond my reach and yet my heart betrays me, aching to pull you closer in my arms."
Occasionally, he wonders if wanting you is a crime he has yet to be punished for. A captain, they call him. A weapon. A murderer even. Names that sit heavily on his shoulders, forged by countless rumors and others that are perhaps best to remain unheard. To others, he is an ex convict and a suspect. Yet to you, he hopes to be nothing at all. He tells himself that this is enough. That protecting you is the closest thing to love he deserves.
LEO KUROSAGI — "Relax, Honor Roll. I’m just playing, though perhaps I’d stop if you admit you like me."
Yearning… it’s a nuisance, really. Something people dramatize when they have nothing better to do. He scoffs at the idea, yet at the sight of you, perhaps he secretly believes in those ridiculous rumors. And in his own twisted way, to get back at the world that made him feel this way, he takes it out on… you. Always keeping you in the background of his posts, never denying that you’re his. He tags your socials while your friends bombard you with questions when they spot you in the background of his TikToks. He’ll even drop a few teasing comments, reminding you that a nobody like you should feel lucky to be his “fake girlfriend.” And while you’re too busy getting mad, he’s already studying your reactions, seeing if you truly feel the same way he does.
SHOHEI HAIZONO — "Can’t you tell I care? Even in my own stupid little way."
Seriously… Do you know the things you do to him? Do you notice how easily his heart beats a little faster when you laugh a little too close to him or the way he always lets you be the first one to try his new dishes even letting you cut the line to his food truck sometimes. He teases you, of course. Calls you names that aren’t quite insults, teases you when you’re too serious or just throws playful jabs to hide how often he thinks of you when no one else is watching. Perhaps the only way he knows how to show you how he feels is through his cooking… so maybe, visit him a little more often... Okay?
This was written before his initial full character reveal so I apologise in advance if its ooc :( | NOT PROOFREAD!!
Shion Genkai has his own way of showing his love.
He performs in a circus, so he's all about thrill and fun — that includes his feelings towards you. Other people court someone with chocolates, music, gifts — but in the eyes of a circus performer, it's bland, boring and has no sheer thrill in it.
Whenever a deadly trick was played in the circus, the adrenaline rushes within the audience, followed by silence, then a scream. While the general students cower in fear, you, a regular customer in Dionysia, stood among the crowd, clapping with a smile adorning your face.
That's when the infamous Shion Genkai takes interest in you.
The circus buzzed in joy as Shion grabs a torch, putting it on his mouth before breathing a fire, he keeps his eyes glued to your seat and seeing your face contorted in admiration, he can't help but feel the adrenaline rush in his veins — he feels thrilled.
“eek! he's staring over here again…” a general student shivered beside you. you glanced back at the stage only to find a pair of golden eyes looking at yours.
tilting your head, you gave him a small wave. In response, Shion continues his performance until the show is over.
little did you know, that small wave would change your life.
A soft sigh escaped from the young salmon-haired man, “there he goes again…” he said, looking at Shion, who strides his way towards you.
“Do you want me to stop him? I can go.” Jo suggested,
“Stop him? but it looks like Shion is on his discovery of love” Elias said, leaning on the tree, “this is the first time he took interest with someone aside from the sinostra’s captain” he added, Mio merely clicked his tongue, grumbling how Shion doesn't share the same interest in Taiga unlike yours.
Humming to yourself, you flipped the next page of the biology book, writing whatever words you can highlight in your notebook while your friend does the same.
“Hey [Name], can you— AHH!”
flinching, you snapped your head towards your friend — only to be met by a flame.
you didn't dare to move. the fire from the match almost touches your nose, if you move, your face would be done for.
Shion keep a keen eye on your reaction, with the flick of his hand, the match turns into a beautiful rose — deep red and very thorny on the sides.
“For you, my fair lady.” he hands you the rose, which you took from his offer, trying your best to avoid the thorns. You blinked, before giving a warm smile, “Thank you, that was one of the amazing trick I've seen.” you said, glancing at his bleeding hand, “are you…”
“Freetime is up, Shion. we need to head back to the circus.” Mio’s voice alerted the male. Shion huffed before turning to follow Mio and the others.
Just as he was about to leave, he turned his head at your direction, sticking out his burnt tongue, taking out a piece of poker card from his mouth before flicking it at your direction.
“Come, take a peek behind the curtain. Dionysia’s next act was rehearsed with you in mind.”
📱 an: requests are open for tkdb! god I hope I did his personality a little bit of justice | receipts
Synopsis : It had happened after a particularly grueling mission in the Pit. You had boosted his stigma and the connection hadn’t quite snapped back into place. Now, whenever you were within ten feet of the delinquent, his voice echoed in your skull.
To respect his privacy, you did the only logical thing: you ran.
You are now currently hiding behind a stack of tires in the Vagastrom garage, watching Sho through a gap in the rubber. He was at his food truck aggressively flipping a spatula.
Man, where is she? Sho’s thought pierced through your brain, clear as a bell. I spent three hours perfecting this broth because she said the cafeteria’s soup tasted like dishwater. If she’s over there hanging out with that asshole Leo again, I’m gonna lose it.
You winced. You weren't with Leo; you were five feet away, feeling like a creep.
Shohei let out a loud, frustrated sigh, leaning over the counter of the truck. "Hey! Anyone seen my Senpai?" he shouted to a group of passing mooks. "If she’s slacking, tell her I’m taking her free meal credits!"
Lies. I’d never actually charge her, his mind added immediately, accompanied by a mental image of you smiling after a mission that made your heart skip a beat. She looked so tired yesterday. I just want her to sit down for five minutes so I can make sure she actually eats something that isn't a damn energy drink.
You couldn't take it. The sweetness of his concern, layered under that prickly exterior, was too much. You tried to slip away, but your boot caught on a metal scrap.
Clang.
Shohei’s head snapped toward the tires.
Found ya.
"Senpai? What are you doing skulking around like a stray cat?" Shohei walked over, wiping his hands on a grease-stained towel. He had that signature smirk on his face, the one that usually meant he was about to make your life difficult.
"You avoiding me? I didn't think you were the type to get scared of a little wrongdoing."
"I'm not avoiding you, Sho," you lied, stepping out and trying to keep your expression neutral. "I'm just... busy. Inspector stuff."
"Right. Busy hiding behind tires." He stepped into your personal space, his scent enveloping you.
She’s lying, his thoughts rumbled. Her heart’s racing. Is she sick? Did Hyde say something to her? If that bastard brother of mine annoyed her, I’m gonna go snowboard over his favorite lab equipment.
"You're acting weird," Sho said aloud, his eyes narrowing. He reached out, his fingers catching a lock of your hair. "You haven't been to the truck in three days. You cheating on my cooking with the Mystery Diner? Or is it Jin? You like those fancy Frostheim plates better than mine?"
Please say no. I’ll make whatever you want. I’ll even learn how to make that weird dessert you like.
"No one's cooking is better than yours, Sho," you whispered, the truth slipping out because his mental pleading was so earnest.
Shohei froze. A dark, dusty pink creeped up his neck. "Tch. Obviously. Don't say stuff like that so casually, y’know? It’s embarrassing."
God, I love it when she says stuff like that. I want to pull her into the truck and never let her leave. Keep her right there where it’s warm.
You felt your face heating up. "I... I have to go!"
You bolted before he could see you melt, leaving Shohei standing in the garage, his hand still suspended in the air.
What did I do? he wondered, his thoughts suddenly small and wounded. Did I tease her too hard? Dammit, Sho, you’re an idiot.
The distance lasted exactly four more hours. Sho had cornered you in the quiet corridor leading to your cathedral after classes ended. He didn't say a word; he just grabbed your wrist and pulled you into a small, shadowed alcove, pinning you against the cool stone wall.
"Alright, Senpai. Level with me." His voice was low, devoid of its usual playfulness. "What's the deal? You won't look at me, you won't eat my food, and you run every time I breathe in your direction. If you hate me, just say it. I'd rather you hate me to my face than... whatever this is."
It’s killing me, his mind whispered, the thought heavy with a vulnerability you’d never seen. I can’t focus. I almost put salt in the chocolate cake. If she leaves, this whole foodtruck thing doesn't even matter.
Your heart broke. You realized that by trying to respect his privacy, you were causing him more pain than the truth ever could.
"I don't hate you, Sho," you said, reaching up to cup his face. "I could never hate you. I was just... overwhelmed by how much I like you."
Shohei’s breath hitched. "Huh?"
Wait, for real? She likes me? Me?? FOR REAL??
"For real," you murmured, leaning in until your lips were inches from his. "I like the way you worry about me. I like that you perfect recipes just to see me smile. And I love that you'd snowboard over your brother's equipment for me."
Shohei’s eyes went wide. "How did you—?"
He didn't finish the question. He crashed his lips against yours, a desperate kiss that tasted of longing and relief. His hands slid into your hair, pulling you closer until there wasn't a breath of space between you.
As the kiss deepened, his thoughts became calm.
Finally. Her skin is so soft. I’m never letting go. I want to tell her everything. I want her to know she’s the only thing that makes this fresh hell of an academy bearable.
You pulled back just a fraction, your forehead resting against his. "You're the only thing that makes it bearable for me, too," you whispered.
Shohei’s grip tightened, his eyes shimmering with an intensity that made your knees weak. "You’re reading my mind, aren't you?" He let out a shaky, disbelieving laugh. "Of course you are. You’re always one step ahead of me, Senpai."
I don't even care, his thoughts sang as he leaned down to nuzzle your neck. Read everything. See every embarrassing thing I think about you. See how much I’m completely, hopelessly besotted with you.
"I see it," you murmured, tilting your head to give him better access.
Shohei groaned, his lips tracing the line of your jaw. "I’m gonna make you the best dinner of your life tonight," he muttered against your skin, his voice thick with emotion. "And then I’m gonna keep you in my room and make sure you never have a reason to run away again."
I’m gonna marry this girl, he thought with a sudden conviction. I’ll buy her a better ring than that Sage's thing. Something that doesn't curse her. Just something that says she’s mine.
You pulled him back into another kiss, drowning out the world and the static, leaving only the sound of a delinquent’s heart finally finding its home.
Note: I tried a new writing style half-way through so lmk what ya'll think
Dionysia
Elias Pratt
Okay he did not expect that.
Possibly the one time you see him geniunely shocked.
"That's not good..."
Gets you out of there as quick as he can.
If escape is not an option?
"Shhh....it'll be alright"
He'll comfort you before eliminating whatever the threat was (that way he'll be to gaslight you that what he did after comforting you was just your hazed mind making things up).
Very composed for someone who was holding a very injured and bleeding person.
Composure does not mean his heart was not beating furiously as he caressed your head.
He'd leave his housemates to deal with the anomaly, it'd most likely get blasted by Shion tho as nobody hurts his 'spouse'.
Elias always wants to drag you away from the man evertime he calls you that, but he has to be polite to his juniors and risking an angry Shion is not worth is emotions.
The interaction at Mortkraken is awkward, Yuri just tells Jiro to bring you to the operating room and soon follows you two.
Elias would patiently wait outside, texting the others that he returned early.
He'd come into the room once Yuri and Jiro finishes, waiting for you to awaken.
"Mghhh..."
"Glad to see you're awake"
He tries to talk to you, but your anesthesia drunk mind could only comprehend a hot guy sitting next to your bed, so all you did was giggle for the last 3 minutes.
That's fine, he finds your voice very cute :)
10/10 very chill unless you become so injured you have blood everywhere and pass out, then the boss music starts.
Jo Kongoza
"Shit, inspector!"
Immediately scoops you up into his arms.
"Where does it hurt?"
Tries to stop the bleeding before anything else.
He knows a thing or two, one because of Shion, and two was because some students get injured when doing a new trick or because of a technical error.
Talks to you the whole way, pls don't stop replying, he'd actually start losing his shit.
Like cold sweat but still locked in type losing shit.
That anomaly got no protection from Shion now, Darkwick can suck it because they can't do anything about it.
The Mortkraken doors were slammed open, Jo stepped in panting and sweaty, not because he was tired, ghouls have a shit ton of stamina.
But rather it was because of the sheer panic, his heart was beating faster than ever.
Yuri nearly jumped out of his chair, had Jiro not held his arm and put him back on the chair.
"She's hurt!"
Ofcourse the Mortkraken ghouls immediately got to work.
Jo restlessly sat in a chair, watching you get patched up by the pair.
He tries to calm himself down, but everytime he looks at you getting stitched up and bandaged, his heart just speeds up more.
"Ah..." He rubs his face into his hands.
As the captain, he should be more composed and put together, but this is wayyy too much for him.
When Yuri and Jiro was done patching you up, Jo would sit next to your bed waiting for you.
You'd wake up with a sleeping whos asleep on the chair, looking disheveled.
"Jo.." You ruffle his hair, to which he leaned into, his eyes opening halfway before closing again.
And he falls into a much more peaceful slumber.
Shion Genkai
"Did you just hurt my spouse?"
The dynamic with you and Shion is that only he can hurt you and/or make you cry, if anyone or anything else does it? Hohoho they're in for a treat.
Boss music intensifies.
He's the most (openly) hostile in this situation.
Someone else will have to carry you, because Shion would be a little too busy with the anomaly.
"You don't deserve to be happy" By happy he means cry which meant the anomaly was shredded to pieces immediately.
Personally, I think he wouldn't be by your bedside, depends on if you two are dating or not.
If you aren't dating him (yet), then he'd go about his day but will constantly ask about you.
Reason?
"I'd like to give my wife some space until she heals" Which was kinda sweet.
Though the moment you step into Dionysia, he's back to treatig you like normal, maybe with a little more care for your wounds.
"Do you have any stitches?" "Why are you limping?" Yadayadayada he'd ask until you're fully good, just so he can go back to his more...extreme ways of making you happy.
A good husband is one that makes his wife happy.
Mio Susuhara
"!?"
Mio was shocked, one second the anomaly was nowhere in sight, everything was clear...or so he thought.
It immediately aimed for you, having sensed you were physically weaker than Mio. "Inspector!" Mio calls out, catching you in his arms as your shirt became soaked with your blood.
"Ack!" You'd spit blood out of your mouth, the pain blinding and insistent. "We need to get out of here" Mio mutters under his breath, scooping you up into his arms.
The ghoul started running towards the exit, using his body to shield you from the anomaly.
"Shit shit shit!" You haven't heard Mio swore like that...so serious and kinda frustrated...it was kinda hot, so hot that you couldn't control the grin forming on your face, a dazed, pained grin.
Mio noticed your grin ofcourse, but he didn't address it until you two were in the Galaxy Express. "What're you smiling about?"
You just chuckled, sending a little shiver down his spine, "You're kinda hot when you're serious like that" Mio thought you were insane for a second "I think you're losing too much blood"
You however, kept talking in a dazed manner, which made Mio very concerned but atleast you were awake?
You didn't even realize when you were put on the Mortkraken bed because you were very very dizzy, like the world was spinning dizzy.
"I'm gonna administer anesthetsia, please stay still" Jiro put the needle in you, which knocked you out good even before the anesthesia got to you.
Mio however was still thinking about your words, like, was the amomaly poisonous orrr?
He'd wait for you to be fully healed by your bedside, texting his clients they'd have a bit of a move in schedule. (Which will make you feel kinda bad...)
When you wake up, Mio would be looking at you "Ah, you're awake" he says with a smile.
"Do you remember anything?" You shook your head, everything was a haze and you could only remember different parts seperately. "Well first you called my concerned face 'hot'"
"Oh I remember that well, that was intentional" You nodded, now Mio really froze.
A/N: No words. Just look at Haru's room card. Had to whip this out immediately to contain my thoughts 👀
I was thinking if I should post this on my NSFW blog, but this isn't that explicit so maybe it's fine??? Also it's my first time writing something like this please don't judge me 😭
Other notes: Suggestive (descriptions of sex but not too explicit)
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His eyes fluttered open at the sound of his phone beeping, signaling to him that another busy day is waiting for him.
The rain pitter-pattered on his window pane, the cold air it brought along making the warmth beside him even more pronounced.
The sight of you sleeping soundly next to him made him smile, his chest filled with warmth.
Oh how lucky was he for you to choose him out of all the people you could have chosen in this island?
He will never know.
But as much as he wanted to stay with you a little longer, his responsibilities need him, and time waits for no man.
Carefully climbing out of bed, he pulled the covers over your sleeping form before quickly readying himself for the day.
"Mmm... Haru?"
A few minutes later, he heard you call out to him, voice still raspy with sleep.
"Sorry. Did I wake you?"
You shook you head. "No. Are you heading out now?"
"Yeah... Need to get an early start if I want to get everything finished by the end of the day."
"Guess I can't ask you to stay with me just a little longer then?" you ask as you stretched, wincing a little as you did.
He smiled apologetically.
"You should rest a little longer," he said, placing a kiss on your hair.
You tried to protest by getting up, but you soon fell back on the bed.
"Maybe I'll take you up on that," you smile wryly.
"Sorry. I overdid it last night, didn't I?"
The memories of last night's passion flashed in his mind's eye.
It has been a while since the last time the two of you had been together. He could've controlled himself better, but when he felt your warmth around him, all of his restraint just snapped.
"You did," you mumbled, averting your eyes as you continued, "but it's okay. I liked it."
He froze.
This is bad. If you continue being adorable like that, he might just lose it, and that would affect his schedule for the day.
He took a deep breath to calm himself.
"I should get going. See you later around lunch?"
You smiled. "Okay. See you later."
Bidding you goodbye, he closed the door to his room, already looking forward to fulfilling your promise to each other.
Synopis: You realize that you don’t have a lot of time left, and while you don’t have enough time to have a deep romantic relationship, you would still like to experience physical intimacy. After some reflection, you decide who you want to share it with.
a/n: I love horrible, dumb puns and word play, and I nearly called this one "Dinner and a Sho"
Smut below the cut, minors be gone!
You returned to Clementia, exhausted, after another long series of rotten days. Getting yelled at, being belittled, running thankless errands, trying to keep up in classes that you keep missing because you’re going on missions that don’t get you any closer to finding a way to break your curse- it was just too much. You groan as you enter the strange sanctuary that is the defunct dorm you live in, kicking your shoes off haphazardly and nearly tripping over them. Just perfect. You trudged up the stairs to your room and lazily threw your bag on the floor and dropped onto your bed. You need a bath. A nice long, hot bath to wash the awful week you’ve been having away.
A trail of discarded clothes followed you to the bathroom, where you were drawing a brain-meltingly hot bath and adding your favorite bubbles and oils. The inviting scent of tea and lavender already began to soothe your nerves. You slipped into the almost-too-hot water and tried to clear your mind. While the problems did start to fade a little, other concerns worked their way in. Your friends outside Darkwick- how are they? Do they even remember you, or did they get Mesmer matched? Will you even remember anything about them after you turn? You’ve never even really dated before coming to Darkwick. It just never seemed important, but now it’s another item in your long list of regrets. As you let that last item linger, you found yourself wondering what another person would feel like as your hands wandered your body, with one settling on your breast and the other finding its way between your legs.
How different would it feel to have someone else touching your breasts? You shivered as you squeezed your nipple and massaged your breast. You began tracing circles on your clit, imagining all the ways that it might be different to have another person touching you, and the way that they would feel against you. How would their body feel? You slipped your fingers into your fluttering cunt, gasping at the feeling of being filled. You fucked yourself with increasingly frenzied energy, using the heel of your palm to rub your clit as you pumped your fingers in and out. Your mind then started picturing the ghouls- who would you even feel comfortable doing anything like this with? The coil that had been winding in your pussy snapped, throwing you into a pitching and shaking orgasm, and you screamed his name.
Sho.
Sho Haizono.
You'd be lying if you said that you weren't into him, even if he did nearly hit you with Bonnie the first time you met. That smile that always made you face feel a little warm no matter how many times he flashed it at you, and the way your knees go weak any time he accidentally brushes your hand when he's handing you something. He's been really sweet, in a teasing kind of way, ever since you got to know each other, and it does seem like his eyes linger a little longer than they had when you first met. His sparkling sapphire eyes. Your pulse quickened again at the notion of those playful eyes looking over your naked form, taking you in like you were a fine dish that he couldn't wait to taste. But what does he taste like?
He always smells clean somehow, even when you saw him right after he leaves the truck or working out. There is something pleasantly musky on him after the workout though, something that always made you quiver in a way you could never quantify. It would be so easy for him to bend you over the counter in the truck. You've helped him in there between classes many times, when the truck was closed, no one would know if... You slipped your fingers inside yourself again, inhaling sharply. You pictured what he looks like- you know he's fairly muscular, having seen a him right after he finished working out. Running your hands over his chest and back must be- your heat clenched around your fingers that suddenly felt inadequate. His large hands sinking into your hips as he fucked you.... the way his breath would feel on your neck, his voice soft in your ear. Your back arched as you reached the tipping point.
And you broke. You screamed his name again, vigorously fucking yourself to thoughts of being bent over his counter with him whispering filthy things in your ear as he railed you, chasing his own end. Each time you pumped your fingers, it made you see stars, and you heard his voice in your mind. "Oh, senpai. Just like that." You screamed his name again before you sunk into the water up to your chin, panting and quivering. Your brain buzzed with his voice and feelings of bliss.
*PING*
You were snapped out of your daydreaming by the dreaded sound of your infernal phone. "Who the fuck wants what the fuck now?" you screamed internally. You swallowed hard. It was Sho. Please, please don't have been standing outside. Please don't have just heard me screaming your name. Please just let it be awkward coincidence. fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck
When you saw that it was asking for help at the truck, you nearly cried with relief. He hadn't heard. He didn't know. But how in the world are you going to be able to work next to him in the truck, having just fucked yourself to thoughts about him fucking you on the counter in there?
When you arrived at the truck, you tried your hardest to act normally, but every time you looked at him, your face grew hot and your walls clenched around nothing, wishing for all the world that it was him. You kept catching whiffs of him and his clean, slightly soapy scent, and he was lightly sweating from the heat in the truck. "Breathe, you nutjob," you scolded yourself, "He is your friend. Don't be weird."
"Senpai, are you okay? Your face is bright red and your heart is racing."
"Y-yeah, the heat is g-getting to me is all."
"Ah, I'm working you too hard" he teased, and handed you a drink from the refrigerator behind him. "Working you." You opened it and took several long sips, hoping to use the cold to settle yourself down while you finished helping him with the prep work. It apparently didn't work, as he took you by the shoulders and made you look at him. His touch was electric, even through your uniform, and you prayed to all things that he couldn't tell what was really going on with you. "Hey, no offense, you're looking really off. Sit down for a few minutes. I can take care of the rest of this."
It might have been a combination of the heat and your heat, but the words started tumbling from your mouth. "Sho, I'm running out of time before the curse takes over, andI'veneverhadtime-" Sho cut you off with a smile and "Easy, senpai. One thing at a time. What's up?'
You took a deep hitching breath and began, "I don't have a lot of time left..." He half nodded and fixed his eyes on yours. "And... this is so embarrassing... I've never had a boyfriend." Another hitching breath and a few tears. Without thinking, he gently wiped them away with his thumbs and nodded at you to continue. "Well.... I don't have enough time to have a relationship.... but..." a full sob cut you off, and you turned your face down, trying to hide your tears and humiliation. "Senpai," he called softly, lifting your face with a gentle hand, "What do you need me to do? How do I help?" You managed to choke out that you want to at least try the physical parts of a relationship before it's too late. He cupped your cheeks and leaned toward you, close enough to feel his breath on your lips.
"This?"
You murmured a quivering yes and tilted your head slightly to meet his lips. His lips were so soft on yours, and he tasted slightly sweet. He pushed your mouth open, exploring it with his tongue, his hands now cradling the back of your head. Your arms circled his waist and you ran your fingers up and down his back. A moan escaped you, and he huffed a little laugh.
"Senpai, did you just moan?" Your face had never felt so hot, and you wished that the earth would swallow you. You started to look away again, trying to hide your almost certainly beet red face. He caught it and kissed you softly again, "It was cute. But if you want to do this, maybe not here? You never know who's listening." That last sentence came with a light eyeroll and a playful smile. "I'd like to do something special, though. Give me a few days to get things together for it?" You nodded, a little confused. "We'll have to get together at your place. Too many ears at mine." Another playful grin. "I'll text you as soon as I have everything ready." He pressed you with another soft, passionate kiss, this time pulling your entire body tight against his. Your heat felt like he just dumped gasoline on the fire, and it pulsed when you realized that he was partially hard.
Over the next few days, the two of you slipped away to make out every chance you got. Neither of you came during any of your little trysts, so you had to sneak away afterward to finish yourself off just to function. Leo made an offhand comment to you about the way Sho keeps looking at you, probably trying to snoop, but you managed to play it off with a quip that it's nothing, and he's only mad because Sho doesn't look at him that way. Whether he bought it or not was unclear, but Leo didn't bring it up again.
After those few slow, yet thrilling, days, Sho texted you.
"Hey, I have everything. Are you free tonight?"
"Hey, Sho! Yeah, I'm free any time after 4."
"Great, I'll meet you then."
Your stomach lurched and all the emotions hit you at once. You've been painfully aroused for days, very nervous, very excited, a weird little bit of sad that you couldn't explain, and you had no idea how to process any of it. You paced back and forth in the chapel, shaking your hands and trying to breathe yourself into something resembling normal. You jumped with a squeak when you heard him knock on the door.
He had several bags in his hands, with his roguish smile playing on his lips. "I had to hide this stuff in the truck so no snoops would figure out that something is up." You giggled nervously and let him in, and locked the door behind him. "K-keeping the snoops away," you said with another nervous laugh when he shot you a teasing look. He leaned in and kissed you, flicking his tongue against yours.
"Where's your kitchen?
You led him to the small kitchen off the chapel, apologizing for the lack of facilities. He kissed your cheek and told you to relax. "It's better than the one in Vagastrom. Here, take this," he said, handing you a sealed paper bag, "It's for later." You held the mystery bag, confused, but decided to not question it. He told you to sit down, and he started bustling around the kitchen. The two of you carried on fairly normal coversations- classes, missions, favorite things. Just... normal. It did a lot toward setting your mind at ease and distracting you from your nerves about later on. Before long, the scent of his cooking tickled your nose.
"Sho, that smells fantastic. What is it?"
"It's something I came up with. It's chicken and vegetables in a light sauce. I thought I'd make something special and that wouldn't sit heavily on the stomach. Y'know, something that doesn't weigh you down." You were really touched by his thoughtfulness, but the round about reminder of the plans for later made your stomach flip. "I really appreciate you doing all of this. It's very sweet." "It's nothing, senpai. Just wanted to do something special for you." You blushed and felt tears prickle your eyes. He really is so sweet, whether he'll admit it or not.
After a few more minutes, he brought two plates to the table. It looked amazing, and he obviously put effort into plating. "Wow, Sho!" You looked at him with amazement, and he smiled and rubbed the back of his neck. "It's not a big deal," he said with another crooked smile. He leaned across the table and gave you another kiss before telling you to eat before it gets cold.
It was easily one of the best meals you had ever eaten in your life, and you told him as much. "We haven't had dessert yet," he grinned. He took the mystery bag to the counter and plated something up. You were confused when he returned with only one fork. He set the plate in front of you and pulled his chair over to your side of the table. He carefully took a forkful of the decadent looking dessert and held it to your lips. "Here," he whispered thickly, "have a bite."
It was every bit as decadent as it looked, and it melted in your mouth. He smiled at your obvious enjoyment and waited until you finished the bite. You looked at him with slight confusion, "Sho, aren't you-" He cut you off with a kiss, tasting it on your lips. "I thought it might taste better this way." The two of you repeated this several times, each time the kiss lasting longer, and getting more insistent and heated. A soft moan slipped from your lips, and he slipped his fingers into your hair and around the back of your head. You heard the fork clatter to the plate somewhere in the distance, and he put his arm around your waist, pulling you into his lap. He wrapped his arms tight around you, running his hands up and down over your back before settling on your ass. You ground your hips down on his, pulling a sigh from both of you. "Let's take this to your room, senpai." You hummed nervously, and he lifted you with one arm before retrieving the mystery bag, and started up the stairs.
By the time you got to your room, both of your shirts were unbuttoned, and you were kissing his neck. He carelessly put the bag on your nightstand before falling into bed with you, now locked into a heated, passionate kiss. Both of you were panting and running your hands all over each other, and he was grinding his hard cock against your already wet panties, further wetting them with your juices. You started to pull his shirt away from his shoulders, when he told you to wait. "I have a surprise first," he whispered on your lips, flashing that playful smile.
He rose from where the two of you were lying and reached into the mystery bag and pulled out two small bottles. "They're flavored massage oils. I thought it might be a nice way to start." He pulled your shirt off and dripped several drops down your torso. He dragged his hands down your body, and pressed them into soft massaging movements. He cupped his hands on your breasts, paying special attention to your nipples. His eyes flicked up to meet yours, and with a lively glint, slowly traced his tongue over your hardened nipple. You gasped loudly and wrapped your hands around his shoulders. He huffed and softly sucked it while one hand traveled down your body, slipping just under your skirt and massaged your inner thigh.
He caught your eyes, seeking your permission before proceeding. You bit your lip, feeling your nerves begin to burn and your muscles tremble. You nodded a tiny yes and tried to calm yourself. He won't hurt you if he can help it. He's always been good to you. His hand rubbed lightly over your pulsing heat, not yet breaching your panties. Sho returned to your face to kiss you, pushing your mouth open and eagerly exploring it. He straddled your leg, grinding on your thigh while panting softly. He pushed your panties aside and slipped his fingers between your folds, skillfully skimming over your clit before settling into light circles on it.
You moaned sharply on his lips, arching your back. He started kissing your neck, breathing hard against your neck and ear. He huffed and hooked his fingers on your panties and pulled them down as far as he could from his position. "These need to go," he groaned. He pulled your panties off, discarding them somewhere on the floor and gave his shirt the same treatment. "Let's get rid of this," he said, tugging your skirt off. He kissed his way up your leg, all the while looking at you with a playful glimmer in his eyes. Sho gently pushed your legs apart, continuing the kiss trail up the your soaking wet core. You murmured a nervous sound and started to sit up. He placed a soft hand on your belly and told you to relax. "What if I taste bad?" "You'll taste good. This will help prep you." A knot twisted in your stomach at the reminder of why he was there.
Sho pressed a kiss on your clit before he rolled his tongue over it. You moaned a high pitch chatter and twisted your fingers in his hair. It was softer than you expected. He hummed an amused tone and flicked his tongue several times. Your back arched involuntarily and your thighs shook as he continued the dance. You fully screamed when he slipped his fingers into you, curling his fingers on your g spot. He was already building the tension and heat in your belly. Your fantasies paled in comparison to what he was creating in you. The way his fingers hit your soft spot so much better than your fingers could reach. The way he was kissing and licking your clit was like nothing you had ever experienced. "F-fuck, Sho...so good... ah... I'm gonna..." It was everything you could do to get the words out, and he hummed at you in that same amused tone.
Your vision went white and your ears were ringing. Your hands twisted tighter in his hair, and your legs spasmed and shook over his shoulders. The way he was touching you was electric, and he was sending wave after wave of sparks and light through your body. It was apparent that he was enjoying this almost as much as you, if his moans and hard breathing were anything to go by. While he was working you over, he had loosened his pants and had been rubbing himself in his own desire. Once you were fully blissed out, he rejoined you in the bed and kissed you. You tasted yourself on his lips, and while it was unusual, it wasn't bad. "Told you that you would taste good," he said with a smirk.
You sighed contentedly, and turned so you could press yourself to him. It was only then that you realized that his pants were partially off, and you actually saw his cock. It was a little large, both thicker and longer than average, but no so much so that it scared you. "I want to see what you taste like," you hummed shyly, "Can I?" For the first time in the entire time you had known him, his cheeks turned slightly pink. He cupped your cheek and stared into your eyes, looking almost confused. "You want to?" You hummed and trailed your fingers over his chest and stomach, enjoying the feel of his tensing muscles. You wrapped your trembling hand around him, and he inhaled sharply when you pumped your hand up and down over his length. "Let me get these off," he breathed, gesturing to his pants.
After finishing undressing, Sho laid back on your bed, lying tensely on your pillow. You kissed him and resumed stroking him, pulling soft groans from his throat in between sharp inhales. You pulled back from his face slightly with a nervous huff, and started kissing your way down from his neck. Just before you reached the lowest part of his stomach, he caught your chin with a gentle hand and turned you up to face him. "You're sure? You don't have to." You bit your lip and nodded, curious where this shy Sho has been hiding. He never seemed anything less than confident, cocky even, so this was new. You held his eyes and gave the head a few little licks to test the waters.
You gave a few longer licks from the base to the tip, and felt just bold enough to take the head in your mouth. His arms shot up behind his head, gripping your pillow tightly as his eyes rolled back. His breath shuddered and he groaned loudly, "Sen- y/n, that's- ha- I can't- ah- last- hold on." He pulled your face away, his cock leaving your mouth with a pop. "I can't last long like that. I don't want to finish too soon." You smiled, your turn for mischievous looks, and told him that you have all night. "I'll try to tell you before. I cum a lot. I don't want to surprise you." You grinned and licked him from base to tip, and took him as far into your mouth as you could. Sho fell hard back onto your pillow, a loud sigh, tinged with a deep moan, escaped his lips.
As you slowly bobbed your head up and down, being careful to not hit your throat and gag, you watched as he fought to stay still. All of his muscles tensed and strained, his hands pulled and tore at all parts of your bedding as his tension built. His breath came in rasping moans and a light sweat broke over his entire body. You weren't sure if it was a good idea, but you reached for his hand and placed it on the back of your head. His hand guided your head only briefly before re-grabbing your sheets. "Can't do that- uh- ha-ah! 'M bout to!" You tried to ready yourself for whatever "a lot" meant.
You weren't ready. He involuntarily thrust his hips upward, nearly hitting your gag reflex, when it hit him. You were doing your best to swallow it as he shot one thick roped after another, cock throbbing in with each, but there was so much that it still ran out of your mouth and onto his lap. You still had a small mouthful when he pulled your face away from his softening cock. He was breathing hard and twitching. "Ha, uh, you can spit it out," he panted, "It's a lot." You tried to discretely spit it into your bedside trashcan, but it was still sticky and wet sounding. You were dismayed to see just how much had gotten past you, and started hunting around for something to wipe it away with. You found a clean towel and approached the bed. "It's fine, just leave it for now." He opened his arms, gesturing you to come lie with him.
Once you were settled into his arms, he kissed you deeply and ran his fingers softly through your hair. "Sho, I haven't brushed my teeth yet," you tried to protest. "Can't ask you to put it in your mouth if I'm not willing to taste it, too." The two of you laid there for a time, basking in your shared afterglow and the way your bodies felt together. After a while, Sho shifted slightly in the bed and huffed. "Still got that towel nearby?" You handed it to him, and he cleaned his front before having you sit up. "Let's put this under us."
You stomach clenched again when he told you to lie on your stomach. "I-I want to, you know, be f-facing you when..." you trailed off, voice barely above a whisper. "I won't do it until you want me to, I promise," he crooned, "Now lie down." You settled in the way he told you, and several cold drops fell over your back. Sho carefully worked the oil into your skin, occasionally kissing and licking the area that he was massaging. It was surprising how something could be so arousing and relaxing at the same time. When he shifted to work on different parts of your back and waist, his cock would brush over your skin, though you couldn't tell if it was on purpose. What you could tell from those brushes was that he was hard again.
When he began working his way down your legs, his touches started becoming more insistent, regardless of his attempt to contain his own desire. He pushed your legs apart, working your inner thighs, but also occasionally swiping a thumb or finger over your core. You moaned loudly at one contact, spurring him to start massaging your clit. His hands were burning hot, and the heat of his hands was compounding that fire he was starting to build inside you. You whined and arched your back, giving him better access to your entrance. You cried loudly when he slipped a long finger into your cunt, walls squeezing over him, but yearning for more. "You're so beautiful," he said in a hushed tone. "Sho-o... I want to." You were embarrassed to say it out loud, but he did say that he wouldn't do it until you told him.
Once you had rolled onto your back, he shifted you to be in the center of the bed. He parted your thighs with his own, you grinding on one another's. Sho fixed his sapphire eyes, pupils blown, on yours and lightly caressed your cheek. "You're shaking really bad. You sure? No pressure." You bit your quivering lip and nodded before pulling him into a heated kiss. You felt him rubbing himself over your core, making your legs twitch and your stomach knot up. "He looked into your eyes again, "You positive?" You nodded, tears in your eyes, and wrapped your arms tightly around him.
"I'll be gentle."
True to his word, he was very slow and careful as he worked his way in with small, incremental thrusts, going just a little deeper with each. He stopped several times, checking on you and making sure that you wanted to keep going. You nodded each time, squeezing your arms tighter around him. The stretch still burned immensely, and you still ended up burying your face in his shoulder to hide the sobs that kept escaping your throat. When he finally bottomed out, he stopped and waited for you to calm down. "You okay?" he whispered softly against your cheek. You nodded, tears still rolling down your cheeks. "Just need a minute. It's a lot." He kissed your forehead tenderly before pressing his against it.
While he waited for you, he kissed all over your face and neck and ran his hands up and down your sides, occasionally sinking his fingers into the soft flesh or your hips and thighs or grasping your ass. As your body adjusted to being filled like this, you were able to loosen your arms so that your hands could wander as well. Your ability to move was pretty minimal, but you were able to move just enough to slowly rock your hips under him. His body stiffened slightly in an effort to control his movements as you carefully slid up and down his length. "Sho, you feel really good," you murmured shakily. "You, too, y/n. Are you ready for me to move?"
When you hummed at him, he bit his lip and firmly gripped your ass. "Tell me if it hurts." He pulled a long, slow thrust and, with his grip as leverage, pushed hard to bottom out deeper with a grind at the bottom. Your hands clenched reflexively, sinking your nails into his back, and you yelped. Sho immediately froze, searching your face. "Too much?" "No, just surprised. I didn't know-" As soon as he knew you were alright, he did it again, starting into a steady rhythm, pulling soft whines and mewls from you. He fell into a heavy kiss with you, breaking only when you were breathing too heavily to be able to breathe through your noses. The tension was starting to pool heavily in your pussy, weight and heat building with each push. Your movements started to become erractic as he pushed you closer. "Sh-sho! I'm about to!" you squeaked, entire body trembling from the tension. He hummed that amused tone that you had heard many times that evening, and pushed you over the edge.
The world went black for just a moment before the weight crashed in and the star light flashed behind your eyes. He used his leverage to sink himself and stay deep, working your soft spots relentlessly. It was a nearly continuous electric spark shower through your body, and the light from it felt nearly blinding. He panted against your neck, not slowing until you were fully fucked out and going slightly limp under him. "Sho," you sighed, "wow. I- wow." He huffed against your cheek before crashing his lips into yours. "There's still something else I want to show you."
You hummed a question mark at him, too blissed out to make a coherent statement. "Take a minute, and catch your breath, senpai." He thrust in and out of you slowly as the buzzing in your brain settled down and you came back to reality.
"Feeling okay?"
"Mmhmm."
He nodded and pulled out.
"Roll onto your side." You were confused, but did it. "Pull your top leg up to your chest." More confused, but you did it. When he straddled your bottom leg, you were completely lost. "What is he doing?" Having gotten himself in the right position, he flicked his eyes back to meet yours again, pupils still blown, but completely serious. "This one gets really deep. Tell me if it hurts." You nodded in your bewilderment and propped your head up on your arm, trying to watch what he's doing. He angled his hips slightly downward and pushed into you.
It took your breath away. Literally. You couldn't breathe for a few seconds when he bottomed out because you were so shocked by how deep he was. There was a slight twinge at the bottom, but it was incredible feeling his length fully sliding in and out. He gripped you by the hips, lifting you slightly to fully align with him. Your eyes rolled back and you whined, causing him to freeze again. When you looked at him, he was cautiously studying your face, deep blue eyes sparking with heat. "'M okay. Promise," you sighed with a slight tremble, "Just surprised." His eyes stayed fixed on your face for several minutes, slowly pumping with each thrust bottoming out, watching you carefully.
Only after he was certain that you weren't in pain did he start chasing his own pleasure with a deep groan. You looked at him to see his head thrown back and his face flushed, a sweat beginning to bead over his forehead. His fingers were starting to sink into your skin, and he was breathing harder. Which is not to say that you weren't also heading for another orgasm. With the twinge gone, each time he bottomed out hit a spark shower from you, like a smith's hammer in a forge. You didn't know what to do with your hands in that position, so you settled for holding his wrist and your pillow as the coil started winding tighter and tighter. You made little shrieks and high pitched moans, begging him to keep going, that it was so good, that you needed him- and you screamed.
The snap was massive, and your entire body shook with the force of it. Your pussy pulsated around him at each thrust, making him pant and thrust harder. You felt fluid running from your cunt with wet sounds, squeezed out from the force of your clenches. Entire galaxies burned in your mind and stars exploded inside you and you screamed his name between moans. Though it was distant, you were aware that he was also shaking and groaning, thrusting harder and faster than he had all night. "Sen- Y/n!" was all he managed before his own explosion came in shuddering pumps and loud grunts. The wet sounds and fluids running from you got significantly more intense, and you would have been embarrassed at any point before now.
You were fully and thoroughly exhausted, your hand falling from his wrist onto the bed in front of you. You felt him shifting, letting your hips back down on the mattress before pulling out. Another large spurt of fluid seeped from between your lead-like legs when he did, which felt uncomfortable, but you were too tired to care. If he noticed, he didn't say anything. He flopped down in front of you and pulled you tight to his chest. He ran his fingers through your hair and kissed the top of your head. You could hear that his pulse was up ever-so-slightly, and the warmth of his chest was incredibly comfortable. He kissed the top of your head again and murmured, "How do you feel, senpai?" You hummed a contented sound and nuzzled into his chest before dozing slightly. Your heard his breathing deepen and his pulse slowed, fingers still playing with your hair.
You awoke some time later to his fingers grazing up and down your side, his lips whispering soft wake ups in your ear. Your eyes flew open, forgetting for a moment that he was supposed to be there. "Easy, easy. It's getting really late. Or really early, I guess." You looked at your clock, shocked to see that it was after 3. "I thought showers and water might be good." You remembered the immense volume of fluids that you were still covered in, and suddenly felt obscene. You hummed and sat up, shocked to see that the towel was absolutely soaked, even after you two had slept a for a few hours. You huffed a bashful laugh about the towel probably not being enough to keep the sheets clean. He rubbed the back of his neck and confessed that he's never made anyone squirt before, so he only planned for his own fluids.
You felt your face turn dark red at his statement. You had no idea what that meant, but were sure it wasn't normal. "I... what?" His cheeks turned pink, and he explained what it is. You were back to wishing the earth would swallow you whole when he cracked a smile and said he took it as a compliment. You didn't feel any less embarrassed, but you were relieved that he didn't find it gross, at least. He rose from his side of the bed and came to kneel in front of you. "I had a great time with you tonight, but," your stomach dropped through the floor at that word. He cracked that wonderful roguish grin, "We might need to order a mattress protector if we want to keep doing this."
