pairing: yu narukami x gn!reader x yosuke hanamura
tags: polyamorous relationship, wholesome fluff, souyo being best friends, affectionate boyfriends
a/n: in honor of persona 4 revival getting a release date (on every damn console except the switch 2...), here's my favorite boy yosuke + his partner, yu! :3
there's no one else yu and yosuke would rather share a partner with than each other! honestly, those two are so happy that they both get to date you!
yosuke has a jealous side to him, but yu is probably the only person he wouldn't be jealous of when sharing a partner! after all, yosuke trusts yu more than anyone else in the world, as does yu trust yosuke!
that trust and strong friendship that the two of them share is the foundation of your relationship with them! you can talk out any problems and the three of you are great at communicating!
your relationship goes very smoothly, as you can always voice your needs and have the boys fulfill them! want a hug? they'll give you one? a kiss? sure, that too! feeling sad and just want to be told they love you? they'll happily do that!
yu and yosuke are naturally affectionate with you, but they really appreciate how clearly you set boundaries or bring up when you want more than the usual! this way they know they'll never cross a line!
the three of you never leave each other's side! both yu and yosuke assure you that they're fine if you ever want some one on one time with the other, but honestly, why would you? you have two great boyfriends, so you always want both of them around you!
Yu’s favorite kisses are the kind that feel like a quiet secret between just the two of you—soft, lingering butterfly kisses that dance along your skin, fluttering across your cheeks and lips like the gentlest whisper. He traces delicate patterns with his fingertips as his lips graze yours again and again, each kiss a tender promise that he’s here, completely wrapped up in this moment. Sometimes, when you least expect it, his mouth parts slightly to trail a feather-light nibble along your lower lip, a teasing but tender touch that sends a shiver through you without ever breaking the calm warmth between you. He pulls back just enough to smile softly, eyes full of something sweet and endless, like he’s trying to say without words that he never wants to let go.
Tomoya
Tomoya loves to take his time, letting every kiss unfold like a story written just for you. From the moment his lips brush yours, there’s an undeniable hunger simmering beneath the softness, a slow-burning fire that pulls you closer with every breath. His mouth parts against yours, tongue sliding in with a teasing insistence that leaves you gasping before you even realize what’s happening. One hand cups your neck, fingers tangling in your hair as the other trails down your back, pressing you flush against him, every inch of you ignited by his touch. He bites your lip—not gently, but just enough to make you shiver—and then deepens the kiss, tongue swirling with a possessive rhythm that promises more than just affection. His hands explore with deliberate hunger, slipping beneath your shirt to feel the bare skin of your waist, fingers teasing and tracing like he’s memorizing your every curve. When he finally pulls back, just long enough to catch your breath, his dark eyes lock onto yours, heavy with want and unspoken promises. “You’re mine,” he growls low and thick, and with that, he drags you back in, lips crashing over yours like a storm you never want to escape.
Haru
Haru’s kisses are all about catching you off guard in the sweetest way. He leans in like he’s about to whisper something, and instead, his lips brush against the corner of your mouth—light, teasing, and gone before you can react. He laughs softly at the way you pout, then pulls you closer to press a real kiss to your lips, slow and warm, with just enough pressure to make you melt a little. His hands slip to your lower back, grounding you as he deepens it, tongue slipping in between kisses with that same playful rhythm, like he’s daring you to match his pace. He pulls back with a lopsided grin, only to kiss you again—this time under your jaw, trailing down your neck in a way that makes your breath catch. There’s a mischief in his eyes when he finally pulls away, like he knows exactly what he’s doing to you… and plans to do it again.
So Geon
Ken doesn’t ask—he takes. he claims you with a fierce urgency, his hand gripping the back of your neck as he crushes his lips to yours, swallowing every breath you try to catch. His tongue invades your mouth with a demanding, possessive rhythm, teasing and owning every inch like you’re his entire world, making your knees buckle and breath hitch uncontrollably. His hands explore boldly—one sliding down your back, fingers pressing under your shirt to cup your bare skin, digging in with possessive heat that makes you shiver. His mouth leaves your lips only to trail down your jaw, planting hot, open-mouthed kisses along the sensitive curve of your neck, leaving a trail of fire in its wake. When he finds that pulse-point beneath your ear, he sucks fiercely, his teeth grazing just enough to sting, marking you as his in a way you won’t soon forget. His voice drops to a low, gravelly whisper right against your skin, thick with desire, “You’re mine to taste—every inch, every sigh.” Before you can catch your breath, his mouth crashes back to yours, deeper, rougher, and utterly devouring, his tongue tangling with yours in a feverish dance that leaves you gasping and trembling, utterly undone in his relentless grip.
Seita
Seita kisses you like you’re fragile—but only at first. His lips brush over yours so delicately it makes your chest ache, like he’s afraid to break the moment. He cups your cheek, eyes soft, thumb stroking your skin as he kisses you again—still gentle, but longer this time, a little firmer, a little deeper. Then something shifts. He tilts his head, tongue slipping past your lips with a low exhale, and suddenly it’s not soft anymore. His hand moves to your waist, pulling you in closer, body flush against yours as his kisses grow hungrier, more possessive. When he kisses down your neck, it’s with a quiet desperation, like he needs to taste all of you. His voice drops, rough and low against your skin: “Don’t let anyone else see you like this.” Then he bites—light, but with just enough pressure to make your legs tremble. He doesn’t stop until you’re breathless, kissed raw and dazed, clinging to him without a single thought left in your head.
Hyui
Yuhi cherishes kisses that start soft, almost reverent, like a quiet promise shared in the early hours. He loves tracing them across your temple or the curve of your jaw, lips fluttering softly until your skin tingles, breath warm and familiar. His hands cradle the sides of your face, thumb brushing your lips in unspoken invitation, each kiss lingering as if measuring the space between your heartbeat and his. But when the air shifts, his gentleness doesn’t vanish—it deepens. His mouth lowers to your neck, pressing open-mouthed and slow, mouth warm and insistent against soft skin. One hand slides beneath your shirt at your side, fingers tracing gentle, deliberate paths upward while his other grips your waist, drawing you flush into his frame. His kisses grow richer, edged with a heat that blooms quietly—tongue grazing, teeth catching softly, breath catching yours in a sudden hush of desire. When he finally pulls back, eyes dark and soft, he murmurs, voice low and steady: “You’re beautiful like this,” and it feels like more than a whisper—it feels like home.
Yuki
Yuki’s kisses are gentle and full of heart, like he’s trying to speak without saying a word. His favorite place to kiss you is the tip of your nose—especially when you’re caught in a pout or teasing him just a little too hard. It always makes you laugh, which is exactly why he does it. He gets flustered easily but still wants to show affection in a way that’s entirely his own, and those quick, shy kisses are his love language. When you’re tucked beside him on the couch or walking hand-in-hand after dark, he’ll quietly press a kiss to your temple, soft and lingering, as if to say, “I’m really happy you’re here.” Everything about Yuki’s kisses feels like comfort—warm, sincere, and full of the kind of love that makes your chest ache in the best way. You can feel how much he cares just from the way he holds your hand a little tighter after each one.
From the moment you started dating, he had gone out of his way to accommodate your picky eating habits. Restaurants were chosen with you in mind. Ingredients were swapped out without complaint. Some nights, he’d even make separate dishes just so you could enjoy eating together.
And somehow, he never once acted like it was a burden.
Which only made the guilt worse.
Because while Yu would do anything for you, what had you really done for him?
You couldn’t cook. Not even a little.
Sure, you could make instant ramen and maybe scrambled eggs on a good day, but anything more complicated than that? Absolutely not.
Still, after hearing how exhausted he sounded over text, you decided something.
Tonight, you were going to cook for Yu.
No. matter. what.
The first stop was TikTok.
Surely the app that taught people how to make cloud bread and the best Mac and Cheese could teach you how to cook, right?
Thirty minutes later, you stared blankly at your phone.
Your search history was filled with things like:
“easy Japanese meals”
“how to make onigiri”
“Yus muscles Nexz”
And somehow, despite watching countless videos, you had learned absolutely nothing other then the fact JYP needs to close the gyms 😻.
To Pinterest it was.
Pinterest was much more promising.
After scrolling through recipe after recipe, you finally settled on a menu.
Tuna onigiri, Japanese curry rice, and matcha cookies.
You stared at the list with a grimace. There was just one tiny problem. You hated almost every ingredient.
Yu had always been incredibly sweet about your picky eating habits. He never complained when you picked mushrooms out of dishes or wrinkled your nose at fish. Matcha? You swore it tasted like someone had blended up grass and called it dessert.
Yet Yu loved those foods and tonight wasn’t about you. Tonight was about him.
Determined, you tied your hair back and got to work. To your surprise, things started off pretty well. The rice went into the cooker. Vegetables were chopped. Though, as you sliced mushrooms, your face twisted into a look of pure disgust.
“Eugh,” you muttered. “How does anyone eat these?”
The curry simmered on the stove while you moved onto the cookies.
You carefully whisked the matcha powder into the batter. It smelled exactly like grass. Your opinion remained unchanged.
Soon enough, everything had reached the waiting stage.
The rice was cooking. The curry was simmering. The cookies were baking.
There was nothing left to do but wait. Which, unfortunately, meant only one thing.
TikTok.
Just one video.
Then another..
And another…
You didn’t even realize how much time had passed until—
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!
Your eyes widened.
Smoke.
“Oh my god!”
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!”
You scrambled onto a chair, waving a towel at the smoke detector like your life depended on it. After what felt like an eternity, the alarm finally stopped.
Silence. You exhaled. Then slowly turned toward the stove.
The curry was burnt. Completely burnt.
Apparently turning the heat to high because you wanted it to cook faster had done the exact opposite of helping.
“Well… shit.”
Maybe the rice survived, please let the rice survive.
You opened the rice cooker.
Crunch.
You blinked.
Crunch.
Still hard.
It would appear that someone had absolutely no idea how much water rice needed.
You stared into the cooker.
“Well shit,” you repeated quietly.
At least the cookies… The cookies had to be okay.
Right?
You pulled them from the tray and let them cool for a few minutes before picking one up.
The bottom was dark green.
Almost black.
Not a promising sign. Still, you took a bite. It was like biting into a hockey puck. You nearly chipped a tooth. Everything was ruined.
And then…
The sound of keys. Your heart dropped.
Damn, Yu was home.
“I’m here!” his voice called out cheerfully.
Panic surged through you.
Before he could step any farther into the apartment, you rushed over and practically threw yourself at him.
“Hi!”
Yu blinked.
Then blinked again.
Flour dusted your hair. Sauce stained your shirt. There was something green on your cheek that he was almost afraid to identify.
He tilted his head. “…Love?”
You smiled nervously.
“Yeah?”
“What happened to you?”
“Oh, you know…” you laughed weakly. “Stuff.”
Yu narrowed his eyes.
Then his nose twitched.
“…Why does it smell like something’s burning?”
Uh oh.
He took a step toward the kitchen.
“WAIT!”
Yu paused.
“What?”
“Nope uhh -Nothing!”
“Then why are you yelling?”
“Do you wanna sit down and talk first?!”
He looked even more suspicious now.
“That’s fine,” he said slowly. “But it definitely smells like something is burning.”
Before he could walk away, you grabbed his arm.
Or at least you tried. Because apparently you had forgotten that Yu was ridiculously strong. He kept walking.
And you?
You were basically skiing across the carpet.
“Yu!” you squeaked.
One look into the kitchen was all it took.
Burnt curry.
Rice that looked questionable at best.
A battlefield of bowls, measuring cups, and ingredients.
Yu stared.
You stared.
The kitchen a whole ass mess.
“…What happened?” he asked softly.
Your shoulders slumped.
And then, you told him everything.
How he’d always taken care of you. How he always accommodated your eating habits without complaint. How you knew he missed food from home. How you wanted to do something for him for once.
When you finally finished, the apartment fell silent.
Then—
Yu laughed.
Not a mean laugh.
Not an “I’m making fun of you” laugh.
One of those bright, heartwarming laughs that made your chest feel warm.
You swatted his arm.
“Don’t laughhh!”
“This is the cutest thing ever,” he said through a smile.
Your face burned.
“Nothing even turned out right.”
Yu’s expression softened instantly.
He stepped forward and pulled you into his arms.
You melted against his chest.
“You tried for me,” he said quietly. “That’s more important than any food.”
Your heart nearly stopped.
Then he pressed a kiss to your forehead.
Gentle.
Warm.
Home.
“But I didn’t even make anything.”
Yu only held you tighter.
“You made me very happy.
Tears threatened to form in your eyes.
So instead, you mumbled into his chest,
“…Should we just order something?”
Yu glanced at the destroyed kitchen.
He smiled.
“Well shit we kind of have to.”
You pulled back immediately.
“Yu!”
“This kitchen is a disaster.”
“YU!”
His laughter filled the apartment again the kind that always made you laugh too.
And as the two of you opened a delivery app together, you decided that maybe love wasn’t about making perfect food.
synopsis: you and so geon have been paired together since birth by your parents in your first years of school you were both teased for having a crush on each other but as you guys grew it became just a thing of your childhood and neither of you mentioned it but your crush never left it only got worse everyday
pairing: non-idol!so geon x reader
warning: slight angst, jealousy, not proofread, cursing?
a/n: i have so many nexz requests helloooo nex2y (hope you like it haru anon 🐻❄️😋)
“hurry up y/n” you hear your mom say softly at your room door and your eyes flutter open for a second processing.
“yeah hurry up y/n or i’ll come get you up” another voice speaks and of course it’s him and that nearly makes you flop out of bed.
you couldn’t let him see you like this though he’s definitely seen you much worse.
you and so geon have been friends since birth due to the fact that your moms were best friends.
when your mom found out she was pregnant with a girl around the month geon was born both moms were geeked.
by the time you guys were toddlers you’d always hold hands everywhere you went and till this day your parents still tease you both on the fact that you guys used to call each other boyfriend and girlfriend.
you’re only a few months younger than geon but you both got placed in different grades which meant he graduated before you.
he also got his license first so he has to drive you to school everyday.. which is why he’s currently laying lazily across your bed while you do your makeup.
“you’re going to be late at this rate” he sighs and you turn to him with eyeliner done on only one eye.
“i’m almost done ken” you roll your eyes “beauty takes time.”
“you don’t even need makeup..” he scoffs standing up and he just stands beside you while you do your makeup and you try your hardest not to look over at him.
“stop standing here i told you it makes it hard to focus” you say softly pushing him away and he just lets you as he plops back on your bed.
when you finally finish your makeup you head downstairs to find him eating breakfast with your parents making himself very at home as he drinks out of your favorite mug.
which starts an argument that keeps going even on the drive to take you to school.
on the way he picks up yuki for school as he also doesn’t have a license “can you guys stop arguing like a married couple?” yuki says crossing his arms as he settles in.
as your almost sleep in the drivers seat he decides to pick up haru for work which leads to the usual fight over the front seat.
“you only want the front seat to sit beside your boyfriend!” haru scoffs which leads to you AND haru in the back and yuki sitting in the front seat.
when you get to school haru gives you smug look as he heads to the front seat playfully holding so geons hand “my boyfriend now” he jokes and you roll you eyes.
at the end of every school day you, hyui, and yuki walk to the cafe so geon works at since you guys usually study there while you wait for him to get off and drive you guys home. (mainly just yapping and playing games)
when you guys arrive you guys don’t even get greeted as so geon is giggling with a coworker you’ve never seen.. it’s a girl.. a really pretty girl..
you and the two boys place your bags down in your usual spot before you go up to order and he turns to you smiling cheeks a bit pink “hi y/n”
“hi..” you smile awkwardly and you tell him the pastries you and the others want and while you’re doing that the girl is standing beside him as she’s training and you’re just staring at her noticing how she’s not even wearing makeup and looks ethereal and how her hair is long and naturally straight.
she catches your gaze and you immediately look away back at so geon and there’s this stupid feeling in your stomach that makes you lose your appetite.. she’s actually his age and a lot prettier naturally.
that whole afternoon you don’t even focus on your work you just keep looking over every time you hear a giggle.
tomoya brings you guys pastries and he notices you staring at geon “jealous?” he teases.
“shut up it’s not funny” you whine hitting his shoulder.
when geon is finally off he’s still giggling with the new hire so you go towards the counter.
“me and yuki are tired we should hurry home” you say and yuki looks at you confused before nodding “yeah.. we’re tired?”
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eventually the weekend rolls around and you’re getting ready to go to yu’s birthday party.
it’s your first time going to one of yu’s parties but you’ve heard about them from geon so you’re a bit nervous.
you do your makeup and put on whatever you want.. as lately you’ve been extra conscious about how you look around him.
as you’re finishing getting ready there’s a knock on your door “come in.”
“woah..” geon says entering your room as he’s not used to seeing you in this style.
“what do i look bad?” you pout and he shakes his head.
“this style looks good on you” he smiles sitting on your bed.
“i’m almost ready” you hum and he just nods but you can feel his gaze on you.
as you guys head to the party he picks up seita and yuki and they both compliment you also.
when you first get to the party he makes you stay close by him.
even when you’re offered drinks he declines them for you and he wraps an arm around yours so you guys can stay close together like you guys have done since toddlers.
you stay with him until one of your old friends asa pulls you away happy to see you after so long and he reluctantly lets go of your arm.
asa introduces you to her friends from college since being older than you she’s gotten a few of them since she graduated high school and you end up chilling with them as they invite you to play cup pong.
you don’t have anything better to do so you nervously agree even if you’re never had a sip of alcohol and don’t even know how to play cup pong.
you’re actually a bit better than you expected but every time you take a sip of anything you make eye contact with him.
he knows you’ve never drank before and after you down the first cup he pulls you away.
“kennn..” you whine feeling a bit woozy already “i was having so much funnn!”
“y/n you’re drunk.. just stay with me” he sighs wrapping his arm around yours as you nod letting him lead you around.
eventually you end up in a circle playing truth or dare with a few of the people his age.
the game is goofy with almost all of you guys drunk as nobody is picking truth and most of the dares are stupid things like daring yu to do a cartwheel??
eventually through the giggling it’s time for geon to pick and he’s pretty sober as tomoya asks him truth or dare and everyone groans as sogeon picks truth.
“okay whatever.. if you have a crush who is it?” tomoya asks and all the boys gas him up but that question makes you focus more out of your daze as you look over at him.
you notice how his cheeks go pink as he looks over at you and everyone just keep pushing for him to say who his crush is.
“i don’t have one..” he says awkwardly and everyone just boos and keeps pushing and yu speaks “you obviously have one cmonnn is it the girl from your job??”
“he does laugh with her a lot at work!!” one of them call out and they all instigate wanting him to admit it and he turns his gaze to you nervously fidgeting with his fingers before looking back at them “yeah it’s her..”
when he says that he immediately gets teased and hyped but he just looks over at you and you silently look down away from him as you can feel yourself sobering up.
after two more rounds you excuse yourself to the restroom with the excuse that your stomach is hurting.
when you get in the restroom you feel like shit as you just stare at yourself in the mirror trying to feel anything besides the pang in your chest.
eventually after sitting in the restroom for almost 30 minutes you decide to just book a taxi home.
once you make it out without being noticed and finally get into the taxi feeling the fresh air the tears you wanted to hold in until you got home become impossible to hold back as tears flow down your cheeks as you stare out of the window wiping them wanting them to stop.
of course he likes her.. why not me? what am i doing wrong? why’d he look at me like that after? why did he hesitate? what do i do now?..
Coworker!Haibara who couldn't tear his eyes away from the spectacle that was Nanami, your mutual boss, stumbling into the company dinner party with his shirt collar askew and his neck adorned with an unmistakable constellation of fresh hickeys.
His normally composed demeanor had fractured, replaced by a flushed face and lips smudged with what was clearly someone else's lipstick. Haibara's mouth fell open in pure, unfiltered shock, his slim fingers tightening around his champagne flute until his knuckles went white.
Coworker!Haibara who nudged your side with a sharp elbow, his voice dropping to a scandalized whisper. "Holy shit, are you seeing what I'm seeing?" His eyes were wide, almost comically so, as he tracked Nanami's unsteady path through the crowd of colleagues. "Mr. Perfect-and-Professional looks like he just crawled out of someone's bed."
Coworker!Haibara who abandoned all pretense of social grace, setting his drink down with such force that the champagne sloshed over the rim, before making a beeline for Nanami.
You watched as he intercepted your boss, grabbing him by the elbow and pulling him aside with a mixture of disbelief and giddy excitement dancing across his boyish features.
"What the hell happened to you?" Haibara demanded, not bothering to keep his voice down as he gestured wildly at Nanami's neck. "You look like you got mauled by a lipstick-wearing vampire."
Nanami winced, one hand rising to tug ineffectually at his collar. His eyes darted around the room before landing briefly on you, then immediately skittering away. The flush on his face deepened to a crimson that rivaled the marks on his skin.
Coworker!Haibara who wouldn't relent, circling Nanami like a shark that had scented blood in the water. "Who was it? Someone from accounting? That new girl from marketing?" He leaned in closer, his expression shifting to one of theatrical shock. "Please tell me it wasn't Tengen from HR. She's old enough to be your mother."
Nanami cleared his throat, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. "It's not—I didn't—" He stuttered, uncharacteristically flustered. His eyes flicked to you again, lingering for just a heartbeat too long before he looked away, the tip of his ears burning red.
Coworker!Haibara who suddenly froze, his gaze bouncing between you and Nanami with dawning comprehension. "No way," he breathed, his voice dropping to a genuine whisper for the first time. "You and—" He didn't finish the sentence, but his widening eyes said everything.
"It's not what you think," Nanami hissed, gripping Haibara's arm with urgency. "And for god's sake, keep your voice down."
Coworker!Haibara who looked like Christmas had come early, a shit-eating grin spreading across his face as he prodded Nanami's chest with one slender finger. "Oh, it's exactly what I think. Look at you! You can barely meet her eyes!"
Nanami muttered something under his breath that might have been a curse, then looked past Haibara to where a senior executive was waving him over. "I have to go," he said, seizing the escape opportunity with visible relief. "This conversation never happened."
Coworker!Haibara who watched Nanami flee with undisguised amusement, arms crossed over his chest and head tilted to one side. "Coward," he called after him, but there was no real heat in it—just the friendly mockery of someone who'd stumbled upon prime blackmail material.
With Nanami gone, Haibara turned back to you, practically bounding across the room to drop onto the chair beside yours. His knee bumped against yours as he leaned in, conspiratorial and giddy.
"Can you believe that?" he asked, voice pitched low but vibrating with excitement. "Mr. I-Never-Mix-Business-And-Pleasure himself, showing up like he just crawled out of a college hookup. And with—" He cut himself off, eyeing you with sudden speculation that made something warm curl in the pit of your stomach.
Coworker!Haibara who seemed to deflate suddenly, the mischievous light in his eyes dimming as he slumped back in his chair. "Meanwhile, here I am, twenty-six years old and I've never even..." He trailed off, a flush creeping up his neck that had nothing to do with alcohol and everything to do with embarrassment.
"Never even what?" you prompted, though you had a pretty good idea where this was going.
Coworker!Haibara who couldn't meet your eyes now, staring intently at the condensation beading on his fresh glass of champagne. "I've never been with anyone," he confessed, voice so low you had to lean in to catch it. "Not like that. Not... intimately."
The admission hung between you, fragile and unexpected. Haibara laughed, the sound forced and brittle. "Pathetic, right? Everyone's out there having these wild experiences, and I'm still..." He gestured vaguely at himself, at his untouched body.
Coworker!Haibara who had always struck you as quietly confident, with his perfectly pressed shirts and gentle smile. Now he looked smaller somehow, vulnerable in a way that made your fingers itch to touch him, to soothe the self-consciousness radiating from him in palpable waves.
"I just feel so left behind, you know?" he continued, running a hand through his carefully styled hair, mussing it in a way that made him look younger, softer. "Like everyone's in on this secret that I never figured out. Even Nanami, who used to be just as hopeless as me..." He cast a glance across the room to where your boss was now chatting with executives, all evidence of his earlier discomfort hidden behind a professional mask.
Coworker!Haibara who turned to you then, his eyes wide and searching, unaware of how the dim lighting caught on his lashes or how the nervous dart of his tongue across his lower lip made something predatory uncurl inside you.
"Do you think there's something wrong with me?"
"There's nothing wrong with you," you assured him, letting your hand fall casually onto his knee, feeling the slight jump of muscle under your palm. "Some people just need the right... teacher."
Coworker!Haibara who didn't move away from your touch, his breath catching audibly as your fingers gave a gentle, deliberate squeeze. His eyes widened, a question forming in them that he couldn't quite bring himself to ask.
And you, watching his adam's apple bob as he swallowed nervously, began to plan exactly how you would answer that unspoken question before the night was through.
Coworker!Haibara who watched with growing concern as you reached for your fourth glass of champagne, your movements becoming increasingly exaggerated with each passing minute.
Your laughter grew louder, your gestures wider, your body leaning into his with a familiarity that made his breath catch in his throat. He didn't know this was all an act—that behind your fluttering eyelashes and slurred words lurked a perfectly sober mind, calculating each step of your carefully orchestrated seduction.
"Maybe you should slow down," he suggested, his fingers brushing against yours as he gently tried to redirect your hand away from the champagne flute. The innocent touch sent an electric current through your skin, and you let your fingers linger against his longer than necessary.
Coworker!Haibara who flinched slightly when you let your head drop onto his shoulder, your hair tickling the exposed skin of his neck.
"I'm fiiine," you insisted, drawing out the word in a sing-song voice that made him shift uncomfortably in his seat. "Just having fun. Don't you ever have fun, Yu?"
His adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed, eyes darting nervously around the room as if seeking rescue from colleagues who were now too occupied with their own drunken conversations to notice your display. "Of course I do," he replied, voice tight with tension. "But there's fun, and then there's—"
You cut him off by pressing a finger against his lips, feeling the soft give of them beneath your touch. "Shhh," you whispered, leaning in close enough that he could feel your breath against his ear. "You worry too much."
Coworker!Haibara who went utterly still at the contact, his breathing shallow and quick. You could practically hear his heart hammering in his chest as he tried to maintain his composure. When you swayed dramatically in your seat, he instinctively reached out to steady you, his hands finding your waist in a grip that was both cautious and firm.
"I think you need some air," he said, his voice dropping to a concerned murmur. "Or maybe you should head home. It's getting late."
You blinked up at him with exaggerated confusion, as if the concept of time had become entirely foreign to you. "Home? But I don't wanna go alone," you pouted, letting your bottom lip jut out in a way that drew his gaze downward, his eyes lingering for a heartbeat too long before snapping back up to meet yours.
Coworker!Haibara who hesitated, clearly torn between professional distance and genuine concern. "I could... call you a cab?" he offered weakly, but you could see the indecision written across his features, the way his eyes kept drifting to your lips, your neck, the curve of your shoulder exposed by your deliberately disheveled clothing.
"Or you could walk me," you suggested, leaning in until your chest brushed against his arm. "It's such a nice night. And I'd feel safer with you."
That did it—the appeal to his protective instincts coupled with the subtle pressure of your body against his. You watched the last of his resistance crumble as he nodded, rising from his chair with a determination that made something predatory unfurl in the pit of your stomach.
"Okay," he agreed, offering his hand to help you up. "I'll make sure you get home safely."
Coworker!Haibara who made your excuses to the remaining colleagues, his arm wrapped protectively around your waist as he guided you toward the exit. You played your part perfectly, stumbling just enough to justify the way you pressed your body against his, your hand occasionally slipping to brush against his hip, his thigh.
The cool night air hit your skin as you stepped outside, and you allowed yourself to straighten slightly, as if the temperature was clearing your head. Haibara didn't remove his arm from your waist, though, and you made no move to increase the distance between your bodies as you began walking.
"Better?" he asked after a few minutes of silence, his voice soft in the quiet street.
You nodded, letting your steps grow more confident. "Much," you admitted. "Sorry about that. I guess I got carried away."
Coworker!Haibara who relaxed slightly as you appeared to sober up, though his hand remained at your waist, a warm, steady presence that anchored you to him. "It happens," he said with a gentle smile that made him look younger, more vulnerable. "Though I've never seen you like that before."
"Maybe I wanted your attention," you suggested, your tone walking the line between teasing and sincere.
His step faltered, just for a moment, before he regained his rhythm. "You've always had my attention," he admitted, the words coming out in a rush, as if he hadn't meant to say them aloud.
The confession hung between you, fragile and unexpected. You seized the opening, your earlier act abandoned entirely now. "Is that why you've never been with anyone? You've been paying attention to the wrong people?"
Coworker!Haibara who nearly stumbled at the directness of your question. "That's not—I mean—" He paused, seeming to gather himself. "It's not that simple."
"Then explain it to me," you prompted, your voice gentle but insistent. "Why has no one gotten to experience all of..." You gestured vaguely at his body, letting your eyes trail deliberately from his face down to his chest, his narrow hips, his long legs. "...this?"
His cheeks flushed pink, visible even in the dim streetlight. "I just... never found the right moment. Or the right person." He laughed, the sound self-conscious and brittle. "And after a while, it became this big thing. The longer I waited, the more it felt like I needed to wait for something perfect."
Coworker!Haibara who couldn't quite meet your eyes now, his gaze fixed on the sidewalk ahead. "I know it's pathetic. A grown man who's never even—" He cut himself off with a frustrated exhale. "I told myself it was because I was focused on my career, but honestly? I think I'm just scared."
"Scared of what?" you asked, your voice dropping to a whisper that matched the intimacy of his confession.
"Of being bad at it," he admitted, the words barely audible. "Of disappointing someone. Of not knowing what to do or how to make someone feel good."
You stopped walking then, turning to face him fully. His hand slipped from your waist as you moved, and he looked almost bereft at the loss of contact, his fingers curling into his palm as if trying to preserve the warmth of your body.
Coworker!Haibara who stood utterly still as you reached up to brush a strand of hair from his forehead, your fingers lingering against his skin. "You know," you said, your voice low and deliberate, "some things you can only learn by doing."
His breath hitched, eyes widening as he processed your words, the implication behind them. "What are you saying?" he asked, voice cracking slightly on the question.
"I'm saying," you continued, stepping closer until your chest brushed against his, "that everyone needs practice. And a good teacher." You let your hand trail down from his face to his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart beneath your palm. "I could be that for you."
Coworker!Haibara who looked at you with a mixture of disbelief, hope, and naked want that made your skin tingle with anticipation. "You would... with me?" he asked, as if the concept was too foreign to fully comprehend.
"I've thought about it," you confessed, the admission heavy with intent. "More than you know."
His lips parted, but no words came out, his brain seemingly short-circuiting at your proposal. You could see the war playing out behind his eyes—caution versus desire, fear versus desperate wanting.
"What do you say, Yu?" you pressed, your fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt. "Do you want me to teach you?"
Coworker!Haibara who looked like he might faint when you grabbed his hand and pulled him toward the hotel where the company had booked rooms for employees who didn't want to commute home after the dinner party.
His palm was sweating against yours, his steps hesitant yet eager as you led him through the lobby with purposeful strides. The elevator ride up was silent, charged with a crackling tension that made the small space feel electric, his breathing shallow and quick beside you as he stared resolutely at the climbing floor numbers.
"Is this really happening?" he whispered, more to himself than to you, as you slid the keycard into the door of your assigned room. The lock blinked green, and you pulled him inside, the door closing behind you with a soft click that sounded impossibly final in the quiet space.
Coworker!Haibara who stood frozen just inside the entrance, his eyes darting nervously from the neatly made king-sized bed to your face and back again. You could see his throat work as he swallowed, Adam's apple bobbing beneath the smooth skin of his neck. His tie was slightly askew, the top button of his shirt already undone from earlier in the evening, and you found yourself transfixed by that small patch of exposed skin.
"We don't have to do anything you don't want to," you assured him, though you had no intention of letting him leave this room untouched. You kicked off your shoes and moved toward the bed, perching on the edge of the mattress and patting the space beside you. "Come here. Let's just talk."
He approached cautiously, like you might change your mind or vanish if he moved too quickly. The mattress dipped under his weight as he sat, leaving a careful few inches between your bodies that you immediately closed by shifting closer.
"What kind of porn do you like to watch?" you asked, the directness of the question making his eyes go wide with shock.
Coworker!Haibara who looked like he'd just been struck by lightning, his mouth opening and closing several times before any sound emerged. "I—what? I don't—" he stammered, a crimson flush spreading rapidly from his cheeks down his neck, disappearing beneath his collar.
"Everyone watches porn," you said with a dismissive wave of your hand. "I'm just curious what you're into. What turns you on?" You leaned closer, your shoulder brushing against his. "It'll help me know what you might like."
His flush deepened impossibly, the tips of his ears now matching his cheeks. "I can't just... tell you that," he protested weakly.
"Fine," you conceded, shifting tactics. "Then you don't have to tell me. You can show me."
Coworker!Haibara who inhaled sharply as you leaned in, your lips brushing against his cheek in a feather-light caress. He remained perfectly still, as if afraid any movement might break the spell. You moved slowly, deliberately, trailing soft kisses along the line of his jaw, feeling the slight rasp of stubble beneath your lips.
"You smell good," you murmured against his skin, and felt rather than heard the small whimper that escaped him. Your hand came up to rest on his chest, feeling the rapid staccato of his heart beneath your palm. "Tell me what feels good," you urged, your breath warm against his ear. "Or show me. Guide me."
His breathing stuttered when your teeth grazed his earlobe, a gentle nip that had him gasping. "I don't—I don't know how—" he began, but you cut him off with another kiss, this one at the corner of his mouth, so close to a real kiss but not quite there.
"Yes, you do," you insisted. "Your body knows what it wants. Trust it."
Coworker!Haibara who trembled as your words settled over him, a visible shiver running through his frame. Then, with a hesitation that was achingly endearing, he reached for your hand. His fingers wrapped around your wrist, gentle but deliberate as he guided your palm down from his chest, over the flat plane of his stomach, to rest against the unmistakable hardness straining against his trousers.
"This," he whispered, the word barely audible. "I want this."
You smiled against his skin, pleased by his boldness. "See? That wasn't so hard."
Your palm pressed more firmly against his erection, and his hips jerked involuntarily, seeking more pressure. You cupped him through the fabric, feeling the impressive length and thickness of him, and were rewarded with a strangled moan that seemed torn from his throat.
Coworker!Haibara who began to rock subtly against your hand, his movements hesitant at first, then more confident as pleasure overrode his embarrassment. His breathing grew ragged, his head falling back slightly to expose the vulnerable line of his throat. You leaned in to press your lips against his pulse point, feeling the frantic beat beneath your mouth.
"Is this how you touch yourself?" you asked, your voice low and teasing as you continued to stroke him through his pants. "When you're alone in bed, thinking about what it would be like to finally be with someone?"
He nodded, seemingly beyond words now, his eyes squeezed shut as if he couldn't bear to watch what was happening. You moved your hand in slow, deliberate strokes, matching the rhythm of his hips as they rocked against you.
Coworker!Haibara who was so lost in sensation that he didn't notice when you brought your free hand to his belt, deftly unfastening it and easing down his zipper. Your lips found his at last, swallowing his gasp of surprise as you claimed his mouth in a deep, searching kiss. He responded with unexpected fervor, his inexperience evident in the slightly clumsy press of his lips, but his lips moved against yours with such hunger that his teeth knocked against yours, his hands gripping your shoulders so tightly you'd find five perfect fingerprint bruises there tomorrow.
While his attention was focused on the kiss, your fingers slipped past the barrier of his underwear, cool against the burning heat of his cock. The skin there was impossibly soft, stretched taut over rigid hardness, and already slick at the tip with evidence of his arousal.
Coworker!Haibara who jerked violently at the first direct contact, breaking the kiss with a shocked, "Oh!" His eyes flew open, meeting yours with a dazed, almost panicked expression. "Wait—I—"
But it was already too late. The sudden sensation of your cold fingertip against his sensitive head, coupled with the overwhelming reality of being touched by someone else for the first time, was too much. You felt him swell in your hand, his entire body going rigid as he came with a choked cry, hot pulses coating your fingers inside his pants.
"I'm sorry," he gasped immediately, mortification replacing pleasure on his features as he realized what had happened. "I didn't mean to—it was just—oh god."
Coworker!Haibara who looked like he wanted the floor to open up and swallow him whole, his face burning with humiliation as he tried to pull away from you. But you held firm, keeping your hand exactly where it was as you slowly withdrew it from his pants, your fingers glistening with his release.
"Don't apologize," you said, your voice warm with amusement and something darker, hungrier. "It's flattering."
His eyes widened in horror as you brought your hand up, deliberately maintaining eye contact as you extended your tongue to lap at the pearly fluid coating your fingers. The taste was bitter-salt, not particularly pleasant on its own, but the strangled noise Haibara made as he watched you lick his cum from your hand made it entirely worthwhile.
"What are you doing?" he choked out, his spent cock twitching valiantly at the obscene display.
Coworker!Haibara who couldn't bear to watch you licking his release from your fingers for another second. With a strangled sound that was half-groan, half-whimper, he launched himself at you, grabbing your wrists to pull your hands away from your mouth. The sudden movement caught you off guard, your back hitting the mattress as he loomed over you, his face a fascinating mixture of embarrassment, arousal, and newfound determination.
"Stop that," he pleaded, his voice cracking. "It's—it's embarrassing."
You laughed, the sound warm and throaty beneath him, your body arching slightly to press against his. "Why? It's just part of sex, Yu. Nothing to be ashamed of." You twisted your wrist in his grip, managing to drag one wet finger across his bottom lip, leaving a glistening trail. "See? It's just you."
Coworker!Haibara who went completely still at the sensation, his eyes crossing slightly as he tried to focus on your finger. His tongue darted out automatically, a quick swipe across his lip that collected the trace of himself you'd left there. The taste seemed to startle him, his eyebrows shooting upward in surprise.
"Told you," you murmured, using his momentary distraction to free your hands and slide them up his arms to his shoulders. "Nothing to be embarrassed about."
He made a non-committal sound, still straddling you with his weight balanced on his knees and elbows. His hair had fallen forward, framing his face in a way that made him look younger, more vulnerable despite his dominant position. You could feel he was still half-hard against your thigh, his body already recovering from its earlier release.
"Now," you said, your voice dropping to a sultry purr that made his eyes widen. "Do you want to know how to make me feel good?"
Coworker!Haibara who nodded so eagerly it was almost comical, all traces of his earlier hesitation seemingly forgotten in the face of this new opportunity. "Yes," he breathed, the word heavy with want. "Show me."
You smiled, sliding your hands from his shoulders to take his face between your palms. "Start here," you instructed, guiding his head down toward your chest. "Use your mouth."
He followed your direction without question, pressing his lips tentatively against the exposed skin at your collarbone. When you made an encouraging sound, his kisses grew bolder, trailing along the neckline of your top.
"You can take it off," you whispered, and felt him tremble against you at the permission.
Coworker!Haibara who sat back on his heels to create space, his fingers finding the hem of your blouse with surprising steadiness. He lifted the fabric slowly, almost reverently, his breath catching audibly as each inch of skin was revealed. When the garment finally cleared your head, leaving you in just your bra, he froze, staring at your chest with such naked awe that you felt a flush of heat crawl up your neck.
"You can touch," you prompted, taking his hands and placing them on the cups of your bra. "Here, let me help." You reached behind yourself, unclasping the bra with practiced ease and letting it fall away.
Coworker!Haibara who made a sound like he'd been punched, his eyes going impossibly wide as he took in the sight of your bare breasts. "You're beautiful," he whispered, the words rough with sincerity. His hands hovered uncertainly, not quite touching. "Can I...?"
"Please," you encouraged, arching your back slightly to bring yourself closer to his hesitant fingers.
The first brush of his hands against your skin was feather-light, as if he feared you might break beneath his touch. You covered his hands with your own, pressing them more firmly against your flesh. "I won't shatter," you assured him. "Don't be afraid."
Something in him seemed to unlock at your words, a dam breaking as he finally allowed himself to explore. His palms cupped the weight of your breasts, thumbs brushing experimentally over your nipples. When you gasped at the contact, he did it again, more deliberately this time, watching your face with fascinated intensity.
"Like this?" he asked, circling the hardening buds with careful precision.
"Yes," you breathed. "And with your mouth, too."
Coworker!Haibara who needed no further invitation. He lowered his head, pressing open-mouthed kisses to the swell of your breast before finally, tentatively taking one nipple between his lips. The wet heat of his mouth made you arch off the bed with a sharp cry that startled him into pulling back.
"Did I hurt you?" he asked, alarmed.
You shook your head, threading your fingers through his hair to guide him back. "No, it felt good. Really good."
Reassured, he returned to his exploration with renewed enthusiasm, his tongue flicking experimentally against the sensitive peak. When you moaned, he grew bolder, sucking the nipple into his mouth while his hand continued to knead your other breast.
Coworker!Haibara who became almost drunk on the sensation, alternating between your breasts with growing confidence. His earlier embarrassment seemed forgotten as he lost himself in the task, driven by the sounds of pleasure he was drawing from you. He was so focused, so intent on mapping every curve and reaction, that he didn't notice when you began to guide one of his hands lower, down the plane of your stomach to the waistband of your pants.
"Here," you murmured, pressing his palm against the heat between your thighs. "Feel what you do to me."
He stilled, lifting his head from your chest with a dazed expression. His hand remained where you'd placed it, pressing lightly against the fabric that separated him from your most intimate parts. You rolled your hips, grinding against his palm, and watched his eyes darken with renewed hunger.
"Can I...?" he started, then swallowed hard. "I mean, would it be okay if I touched you? Like you touched me?"
"I was counting on it," you replied, already working at the button of your pants. Together, you managed to shimmy them down your legs, leaving you in just your underwear. His hand returned to the apex of your thighs, hovering uncertainly over the damp fabric.
Coworker!Haibara who looked up at you for permission before finally, gently, pressing his fingers against the wet spot that had formed on your panties. His eyes widened at the evidence of your arousal, a look of wonder crossing his features. "You're so wet," he breathed, the words somewhere between a question and an observation.
"Because of you," you told him, lifting your hips into his touch. "Because I want you."
He pressed more firmly, his middle finger finding the outline of your entrance through the thin cotton. "Here?" he asked, circling the spot experimentally.
You guided his hand higher. "Here too," you said, positioning his finger over your clit. "Especially here."
He nodded seriously, as if committing the location to memory, and began to rub in small circles. Even through the fabric, the pressure was delicious, sending sparks of pleasure up your spine. You squirmed beneath him, encouraging him with soft moans and whispered instructions.
"You can take these off too," you suggested, hooking your thumbs in the waistband of your panties. He helped you slide them down your legs, his breathing becoming shallow and quick as you were fully revealed to him.
Coworker!Haibara who stared at your exposed sex with such intensity that you might have felt self-conscious if not for the naked admiration in his gaze. He reached out slowly, sliding one finger through your folds with careful precision. When it came away glistening with your arousal, he looked at it with fascination.
Before you could suggest it, he brought the finger to his mouth and sucked it clean, his eyes closing briefly at the taste. "Oh," he said softly, sounding surprised and pleased. "You taste good."
"You can have more if you want," you offered, spreading your legs wider in invitation.
His eyes lit up with understanding and something like eagerness. "You mean... with my mouth?" he asked, already moving to position himself between your thighs. "I've always wanted to try that."
"Be my guest," you encouraged, settling back against the pillows.
Coworker!Haibara who approached the task with endearing determination, positioning himself on his stomach between your spread legs. He started with gentle kisses on your inner thighs, working his way inward with maddening slowness. When he finally reached your center, he paused, looking up at you across the plane of your body.
"Just do what feels natural," you advised, reaching down to thread your fingers through his hair. "I'll let you know what I like."
He nodded, then leaned in to deliver a tentative lick from your entrance up to your clit. The sensation made you gasp, your fingers tightening reflexively in his hair. Encouraged by your reaction, he did it again, more confidently this time.
"Yes," you breathed, guiding him with gentle pressure on the back of his head. "Just like that."
Coworker!Haibara who took to the task with unexpected enthusiasm, his initial hesitation giving way to genuine curiosity and desire to please. He explored you with his tongue, learning what made you gasp and what made you moan, mapping the geography of your pleasure with dedicated attention. When he sealed his lips around your clit and sucked gently, your hips bucked off the bed, a strangled cry escaping your throat.
"There," you gasped, grinding against his face. "Right there."
He hummed in acknowledgment, the vibration adding another layer of sensation that had you seeing stars. His hands came up to grip your thighs, holding them open as he continued his sweet assault. Then, in a move that surprised you with its boldness, he slid one finger inside you while continuing to work with his tongue.
"More," you demanded, voice ragged with need. "Another finger."
He complied immediately, adding a second digit alongside the first, stretching you in a way that had you arching off the bed. He pumped them slowly at first, then faster as he felt your body responding, curling them experimentally until he found a spot that made you cry out.
"Please," you begged, not caring how needy you sounded. "I need you to fuck me now."
Coworker!Haibara who didn't seem to register your desperate plea, too lost in the heady experience of pleasuring you with his mouth and fingers.
His eyes were closed, his expression one of absolute concentration as he continued his thorough exploration, completely ignoring your increasingly urgent demands. It was as if he'd found something more fascinating than his own pleasure—the power to reduce you to a quivering, begging mess beneath his inexperienced but enthusiastic attention.
"Yuuu," you gasped, tugging at his hair to get his attention. "I said I need you to fuck me."
He hummed against your sensitive flesh, the vibration sending another jolt of pleasure through your core, but made no move to stop what he was doing. If anything, he redoubled his efforts, sucking your clit between his lips while curling his fingers inside you with newfound precision.
Frustration and arousal warred within you. You'd intended to be the one in control, to guide him through his first time, but here he was, stubbornly focused on your pleasure to the exclusion of your direct instructions.
Coworker!Haibara who let out a startled yelp when you suddenly clamped your thighs around his head and rolled, using your body weight to flip your positions. Before he could process what was happening, you were straddling his face, your knees planted on either side of his head, your sex hovering just inches above his mouth.
"If you're going to be so greedy," you said, looking down at his wide, surprised eyes, "then let me give you what you want."
You lowered yourself onto his mouth, watching his expression shift from shock to eager hunger as you took control. His hands came up to grip your hips, not to push you away but to pull you closer, his fingers digging into your flesh with desperate intensity.
Coworker!Haibara who adapted to this new position with remarkable enthusiasm, his tongue delving deeper now that gravity was working in his favor. He angled his head to better reach you, his nose pressed against your clit as he licked into you with greedy abandon. The wet sounds of his mouth working against you filled the room, punctuated by the muffled groans vibrating from his throat into your core.
You rolled your hips, grinding down against his face, using him for your pleasure exactly as you wanted. His hands slid from your hips to your ass, palming the flesh there and spreading you wider, encouraging your movements. For someone who claimed to have never touched a woman before, he was a remarkably fast learner, already intuiting how to move with you, how to anticipate the rhythm of your body.
"That's it," you encouraged, one hand braced on the headboard for balance, the other tangled in his hair. "Just like that, fuck me with your tongue."
Coworker!Haibara who obeyed without hesitation, his tongue stiffening to thrust inside you in counterpoint to the rocking of your hips. His eyes remained open, looking up at you with an expression of such naked adoration that it almost took your breath away. His face disappeared between your thighs, only his eyes visible, locked on yours as his tongue worked. The wet shine across his parted lips caught the dim light when he tilted his head. A deep crimson bloomed across his cheekbones, spreading down his neck as his breath came in hot, irregular puffs against your sensitive skin.
When you felt the familiar tightening in your belly, the telltale trembling in your thighs that signaled an approaching climax, you forced yourself to stop. With a supreme effort of will, you lifted yourself off his face, depriving both of you of the release that had been building.
Haibara gasped as if he'd been drowning, sucking in deep breaths of air that wasn't saturated with your scent. His hair was mussed from your fingers, his lips swollen and wet, his eyes dazed as if he'd been drugged. "Why did you stop?" he whined, his voice breaking on the question. "I was—I wanted—"
"I promised you something better," you reminded him, shifting backward until you felt the hard length of his cock pressed against your ass through his pants. "Remember?"
Coworker!Haibara who went utterly still beneath you, understanding dawning in his eyes as you reached between your bodies to free him from the confines of his clothing. His cock sprang up, flushed dark with renewed arousal, the tip glistening with fresh precum despite his earlier release.
"Are you sure?" he asked, the question barely audible over the sound of your combined breathing.
In answer, you positioned yourself over him, the head of his cock nudging against your entrance. "Very sure," you said, maintaining eye contact as you began to sink down, taking him inside you inch by torturous inch.
The stretch of him was exquisite, your body still sensitive from his earlier attentions. You watched his face transform as you enveloped him—eyes widening, lips parting on a silent gasp, cheeks flushing with color. When you'd taken him fully, your hips flush against his, you both remained motionless for a long moment, adjusting to the overwhelming sensation.
"Oh," he breathed, the word sounding like it had been punched out of him. "Oh god."
"Good?" you asked, clenching deliberately around him, gratified by the strangled moan it produced.
"I never—" He swallowed hard, his hands hovering uncertainly at your hips. "I never imagined it would feel like this."
Coworker!Haibara who couldn't seem to stop himself from moving, his hips jerking upward in small, aborted thrusts that betrayed his desperate need for friction. You took pity on him, lifting yourself up until just the head remained inside, then sliding back down in one smooth motion that had both of you gasping.
"You don't have to hold back," you told him, establishing a slow rhythm. "Show me how much you want this."
Something in your permission seemed to unlock a hidden reservoir of boldness in him. Without warning, his hands gripped your hips with bruising force, and he thrust upward to meet your downward motion. The unexpected force of it jolted a surprised cry from your throat, encouraging him further.
"Like this?" he asked, doing it again with even more intensity. "Is this what you want?"
"Yes," you gasped, letting him set the pace now, your body bouncing atop his with increasing speed. "Just like that."
Coworker!Haibara who transformed before your eyes from hesitant virgin to confident fucker, his initial awkwardness giving way to raw, uninhibited passion. He drove into you with a ferocity that belied his inexperience, his gaze locked on the place where your bodies joined, watching with fascination as his cock disappeared into you again and again.
His attention shifted upward to your breasts, bouncing with the force of his thrusts. Without slowing his pace, he sat up, changing the angle in a way that made you see stars. His mouth latched onto one nipple, sucking hard while his hand came up to palm the other breast, and the dual sensation had you crying out, your nails digging into his shoulders.
"You feel so good," he panted against your skin, his breath hot and damp. "So tight, so wet. Is it—am I doing it right?"
"So right," you assured him, grinding down to take him deeper. "You're goona make me cum."
The words seemed to light a fire in him. He redoubled his efforts, one hand sliding between your bodies to find your clit, circling it with clumsy but effective pressure. "Do it," he urged, his voice thick with need. "I want to feel it. I want to know what it's like when you cum on my cock."
Coworker!Haibara who watched in awe as his words pushed you over the edge, your body seizing around him in waves of pleasure that had you crying out his name. Your inner walls clamped down on him rhythmically, pulsing around his length as you rode out your climax. The sensation proved too much for his already strained control.
"I'm—I can't—" he choked out, his fingers digging into your hips hard enough to bruise as he held you down on his cock. With a strangled cry that might have been your name, he came, his entire body going rigid beneath you as he pumped his release deep inside.
For several long moments, the only sound in the room was your shared breathing, gradually slowing as you both came down from the high. You remained joined, neither wanting to break the connection just yet. His forehead rested against your collarbone, his arms wrapped around your waist in a loose embrace.
"I'm sorry," he murmured against your skin, sounding dazed but genuinely contrite. "I shouldn't have—inside, I mean. I didn't think to ask if that was okay."
You stroked his hair, oddly touched by his concern even in the aftermath of such intensity. "It's fine," you assured him. "I'm on birth control."
Coworker!Haibara who finally looked up at you with a shy smile that seemed at odds with the man who had just fucked you with such abandon. "That was... so fun," he said, his voice tinged with wonder. "Thank you for teaching me."
When you shifted to lift yourself off him, he made a small sound of protest that quickly changed to fascination as he watched his release begin to leak from your body. His eyes darkened at the sight, something possessive and primal flashing across his features.
"That's..." he began, then swallowed hard. "That's really hot."
You laughed, surprised by his reaction. "I thought you were apologizing for that a second ago."
"I was," he admitted, his gaze still fixed on the evidence of his claim on your body. "But now that I see it..." He shook his head, as if trying to clear it. "I'm not sorry at all."
Coworker!Haibara who should have been spent, should have been satisfied with the education he'd received, but his cock was already stirring again between your legs, hardening against your thigh with impressive recovery time. His hands, which had been hesitant just an hour before, now moved over your body with newfound confidence, tracing patterns on your skin that made you shiver despite your recent climax.
"Can we...?" he asked, looking up at you through his lashes in a way that managed to be both innocent and filthy. "I mean, would it be okay if we did it again? There's so much more I want to learn."
You raised an eyebrow, impressed by his stamina and amused by his eagerness. "Already? I've created a monster."
He grinned, a flash of white teeth that transformed his face, making him look younger and more carefree than you'd ever seen him. "You're the one who offered to be my practice partner," he reminded you, rolling his hips in a way that sent a fresh wave of heat through your oversensitive body.
Idol Yu x fem reader reader works as a hair dresser
Where Yu's hair seems to be at a point where its length is bothering him but he won't ask Y/N to cut it
Word count: 845
Author's note
Hello this is my first fanfic I've done and I was really nervous to post it so pls don't hate it but I'm trying to get better at writing so if you have any constructive criticism I'd really appreciate it if you tell me so I get better
His complaints started a week or two ago, that his bangs were getting longer and started getting in his eyes.
And that the hair at the nape of his neck was bugging him.
She had offered to cut it for him but he just pushed it off saying “it's really not that bad.”
And she noticed how he started having to tuck the he started getting longer pieces of hair at his ears to the point he kinda started tucking them behind his ears.
And she didn't bring it up, until now. She was watching the newest Real Nexz episodes, and he kept shaking his head to move it out of his face.
She could tell it bothered him, but she just didn't get why he didn't come to her, she’s a hair dresser for crying out loud.
So after she finished watching the episode she decided that when he got home she was going to sit him down and give him a haircut.
She moved to her bathroom making sure she had all the supplies she needed.
After she confirmed she had everything she needed, she texted Yu asking him to come over after his schedule was done for the day, with the promise of a hot meal, she wanted to make sure he came over.
She got to cooking right away, she wanted to make sure the food was done on time.
As she was finishing up, she heard the door open. “Hey, I'm here,” He announced his arrival,
“ I'm in the kitchen,” she heard as he entered the kitchen greeting her with a hug.
“How was your day?” She questioned as she leaned back into his embrace.
“Good, just tiring. What are you making?” he asked resting his head on top of hers
“Fried fish, with sauteed tomatoes and some rice. Now go wash up, the food will be done in about five to ten minutes, so you'll have enough time to shower.”
“But it smells so good.” There was a subtle pout in the way he spoke “ Yu now, please.”
“Alright, alright.” He said as he broke the embrace and walked towards her room where he kept some spare clothes in case he ever spent the night unexpectedly.
After about 5 minutes Yu came out of her room, hair still slightly wet. “um, Y/N, why are a bunch of you hair tolls all over your bathroom counter?”
“No reason, now go sit down and eat, I need to use the restroom. I'll be back.” she said after placing a plate with food on it for him on the counter.
After a minute or two she came back with a spray bottle, scissors, a razor and comb in hand. Yu looked up to see all the things she was holding and knew what she wanted to do immediately.
“Really, now.” He complained already knowing he wouldn't be able to convince her other wise
“Yes, you don't really give me much of a choice, so I'm doing it now. I won't cut your bangs till after you're finished eating.”
He nodded, already accepting it. “Try not to move too much.” She moved behind him grabbing a chair to set everything down.
She didn't need to wet his hair right now seeing as his hair is still wet from the shower. She picked up the razor and started slowly shaving the hair at the nape of his neck.
Once it was shaved down to a length she liked she did the little part by his ears, moving around him to have a good angle. Then she blended it down so it looked more natural.
“Are you almost done with your food?”
“Almost.” Yu answered. She hummed in response.
She grabbed the broom to clean up the hair she’s already taken off as she waits to start on his bangs.
“Alright, you can start now.” He pushed his chair back so she could have room to stand in front of him.
She moved in front of him pulling the chair that has her supplies closer. She grabbed the spray bottle, spraying his bang and a little bit of the hair on the side of his head then got started.
She didn't need to cut a lot off just enough so that it would stay out of his eyes for a while; she even trimmed some of the hair on the back and side of his head.
She combed his hair a little, making sure everything was even.
“Alright, we're done.” She announced as she moved to pick up her supplies to put back in her bathroom.
“You can check in the mirror by the front door if you want.” She yelled back as she entered her room.
Yu went over to the mirror, leaning on close to get a good look.
She came back to the kitchen to clean up the rest of the hair.
“I'll clean up the rest, you need to eat.” Yu told her as he walked back over. “And thank you for the haircut, you always do an amazing job.”
Something about Nishinoya that is interesting is that he loves it when you wear lipstick. Doesn’t matter the color or the type either. He just loves seeing it on you
If you asked him why, he would give a sort of half-answer like “cause you look pretty” and leave it at that
However, the real reason? Because he knows that later, that pretty lipstick will be smudged by his kisses and from his cock thrusting in and out of your pretty mouth
