summary : spencer is on the hunt for a book that might help him crack a case. despite the heatwave, he'd walk through the whole city to get a very special bookstore owner's attention
word count : 1.8k
pairings : early seasons!spencer reid x fem!reader (meet cute)
notes : dual pov, inspired by s2ep8 "empty planet", where the unsub uses a sci-fi book as a prophecy. the heatwave is just self indulgent, and my swet glasses!reid is a sweaty and blushing mess
it was a hot day in seattle.
afternoons in late june felt inexplicably long, as if time was enjoying making spencer suffer from boredom during such cases. the sweat clinging to his skin, thepowerful burn of the sunlight on the almost melting concrete, it all made him wish he could be anywhere but here on a crime scene.
most people were busy welcoming the summer season. on this day of summer solstice, walking around the public garden or enjoying a picnic by the water, life seemed to have taken on a slow rhythm timed by the need for rest and relaxation.
no one could've possibly guessed the city was under a bomb threat.
back at the police department, when the team gathered around the makeshift conference room with no AC, he swore he could feel his braincells decompose. there was no way he was making it to the end of the day in that lifesize oven.
this is why he practially jumped up when hotch sent him on the hunt for a particular book. some obscure science fiction novel he must've mumbled about in a heat caused haze.
at least he got to be outside.
the first bookstore he saw was the one that caught his eye.
a few blocks near the park, between a coffee shop and a vintage store, was a ridiculously old building that looked straight out of an animated movie. the bricks were cream colored, hidden behind leaves of ivy and numerous flower pots that were somehow surviving the heatwave.
he was glad to have a reason to go in.
usually, he drove past bookstores and libraries he dreamed to visit in the black sedan, and could only promise himself he'd go once the case was over, which almost never happened.
the little bell above the wooden door made a clear noise when he pushed it open, stepping into the cozy atmoshpere. the first thing that hit him was the freshness of the air - slightly smelling of the distinct scent of books he loves so much, and a hint of something sweeter.
lavender, maybe. he thought, looking around.
it wasn't too vast of a space, but the aisles weren't narrow either. rather welcoming, inviting, books on the shelves stacked just right in a way that scratched his neurodivergent brain.
naturally, he felt compelled to profile the person who owned the place.
his eyes roamed over the titles of the books as he took a couple of steps further. the titles were highlighted by the giant windows, that bathed the store in sunlight. yet, the temperature was more than delightful.
"looking for anything in particular ?"
someone said right behing him.
it took him a moment to realize the saccharine words were destined to him. he was the only one to be book shopping of all things, on this blazing day.
"i'm just looking around, thank y-" he turned to face her and gesture the shelf in front of him - the book he was searching for on full display - but froze.
she was beautiful, the girl standing before him.
suddenly, the outside heat felt like nothing compred to the one spreading on his cheeks, shades of pink matching those of her flowy sundress. it almost reached the floor, cascading down your hips where the fabric hugged her skin.
staring, he was staring. get a grip, reid.
"yes, actually." the lie came out smoother than intended. good, a semblance of dignity in front of such an ethereal presence was all he hoped for. "is that... the fiction aisle ?"
"yes, all the way to that shelf over there" she pointed to the opposite side, her smile rather amused than anything.
real smart, genius.
for someone who was searching for a book, he didn't make it sound like he even knew how to read. the sign just above his head listed the different sections of the bookstore, how pathetic.
she added kindly, her hand smoothing the fabric of the dress - the dress of the undoing. "but we also have a vast selection of non-fiction books over there, and a little cafe area"
"o-okay."
"if you need something fresh to cool down, or..." she shrugged, and it was the cutest thing he'd ever seen. kindness radiated out of her so easily, he wanted to say yes desperately.
or at least to say something, anything.
but on top of forgetting how to read, he'd also seemed to have lost his speaking abilities.
so he did what perhaps was the most insensitive thing to do and grabbed the book from the shelf, muttering something along the lines of a poorly enunciated thank you before heading to the checkout.
sliding behind the counter, their fingers brushed when she took it from him gently, giving him the change in return.
"you'll like it," she spoke, carefully placing it in a brown paper bag. "it's not my favorite genre, but the plot unfolds pretty nicely."
he rubs the back of his neck sheepishly and manages to say.
"not mine either, really. it's for scientific purposes, but i usually stick to classics or true crime novels"
"me too !!" she says enthusiastically.
as he took the bag from her, it appeared to him that small talk might be the closest thing he'd ever get from her, and suddenly regreted the way he dismissed her out of nervousness.
"this place is nice,"
she looks up, smiling at the compliment. not bad, he thinks, does he sound too eager ?
"thanks you, i’ve been working here for a while... not alone, usually, but it’s hard to attract people with that heat”
“not for you,” he answers, instantly biting his lip.
“what ?”
attract as in interest, in books. shoot, the haze in his mind was completely unlike anything he’d ever experienced and made him stupid.
“i mean, uh… you’re great. a great salesperson, basically. you’ve got the social cues down”
she let out a genuine chuckle, closing the cash register as the coins clinked.
“don’t you ?”
“no, not really…" he hints at in a bashful tone, slightly shifting positions to lean against the counter in an attempt to appear nonchalant.
the rays of the sun are filtering through the glass, hues of gold spreading around her, reminding him of an angel's halo. bright is the smile she gives him, the magnetic field around her promting him to get closer, closer.
"there's nothing wrong with choosing books over people, trust me" she says as she hands him the bag.
"less disappointing"
he nods, brain too focused on how they almost touched for the second time today. outside, the hot weather is almost nagging him, knowing he'll have to rush back to the police station. spend his day locked in yet another enclosed office, bathing in the discomfort of his own sweat and loneliness.
but he should be getting going.
so, reluctantly, he disappears with an ironic sound of the silver bell as the door closes.
every step he takes is unsure and reluctant, as if his body contemplated betraying him by turning back around. the urge was too strong, similar to the desire he felt to be near you, the scent of sugar and roses you emanated.
except the bell rings not too long later.
you had barely found the time to catch your breath - that had been taken away by the handsome boy on aisle three earlier this morning, the only person in the whole town who’d actually thought it would be smart to come here today of all days - that the sharp sound was heard again, pulling you out of your daydreams.
rays of sunlight hit your eyes, his figure appearing like a mirage in the light.
“you’re back,” you exhaled breathlessly.
quickly, you got up from the shelf you were rearranging. kids picture books, sorted by themes instead of colours.
“i’m back,” he said at the same time.
your brows met halfway, nerves wracking. surely, you couldn’t have spent so much time reading under your breath, nostalgic about your favourite childhood book.
a gasp escaped from your lips.
“you didn’t like the book ? no. it was the wrong one ? what’s wrong ? i forgot the change ?”
shy stranger chuckled again, a sound you couldn’t get enough of. “no, it was the right book and you got everything right.”
“then what ?”
frankly, you could’ve forgotten a dollar or two. it happened often when your preference for literature over maths showed. or when a handsome client with eyes of gold showed up.
“actually… i finished it.”
somehow, he looked bashful.
like it was a truth he hated to admit, disguising the unique parts of him under a joking tone he didn’t quite master. crossing the store to approach you tentatively as if you were in the middle of something, his eyes never left yours.
“the book ?”
“yes, the book.”
stupid question. and incredibly intelligent man, or so it seemed.
his mouth opened once before he spoke, gathering the whirlwind of thoughts as they rushed through his mind.
“twenty thousand words per minute. that’s my usual reading speed,” he explains, like it’s the most natural thing ever.”
“if you minimise factors such as the environment or time of the day. usually, my brain is more active in the early morning.”
you nod along.
“so,” in an attempt to understand, you put your hands on your hips. the little dimple on your right cheek is probably showing, you think. it always does when you’re intrigued.
he almost stares, you notice before he says again.
“so, i was wondering if you had any recommendations. you said classics, right ?”
classics.
jane austen, dostoevsky, maybe some hugo or brontë. the energy he brought felt like a calm breeze, a yearning soul perhaps. looking at his hazel eyes and tall frame felt like discovering a puzzle part you didn't know was missing.
oh, you had plenty of suggestions for him. questions too popped up in your mind as he leaned against the shelf, tilting his head in silent obsrvation.
caramel curls were sticking to his temples, rebelling from the way they'd carefully been pushed back earlier.
he took the silence as an opportunity to ask, round eyes pleaing. "you said something about fresh drinks ?"
the world seemed to stop when you giggled, his inner thermostat skyrocketing.
that's what it was.
it was the expression on your face he wanted to decipher.
your thoughts that he truly wanted to read.
"sure, i'll get you some iced tea" flowing dress creating a delicate movement at every step, you made your way to the coffee station.
"right, i'll just... wait here"
books, fresh air, you. eveerything here seemed perfect, he never wanted to leave, followed you after a couple of seconds as if a magnetic force had pushed him to.
the rest would just have to wait.
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haiaiai i LOVE your writing, can i pls request asakura shin x reader? Like reader who regularly visits the shop to buy stuff and small chats until it grew more than that? Plsplsplsslsl i’ll take anything u give me of asakura shin
౨ৎ SHIN ASAKURA : You and Only You
ʚɞ ،، ⤿your eyes are like poetry, your lips are so sugary, you're all together, wonderful to behold ``
⋆˚౨Shin Asakura x gn! Readerৎ
˚. ᵎᵎ contains: fluff, frequent interactions turned into long conversations that formed a feeling that didn't happen with customers at the local convenience store
(aaa thank you so much!! Sorry that i took a while!!! )
•ᴗ• IF FALLING for the cashier at the local convenience store was a challenge, Sakamoto would obviously take first place. Though, if falling for the customer at the local convenience store as the cashier was a challenge, Shin would be the one setting history.
Love at first sight? Ridiculous. That's what Shin used to think. Until the first time he saw you walk in, with something already in mind. And from then on, an energy drink has been placed on the counter ever since then each time you walk in. The same flavor and brand each time.
It seemed absurd that Shin already had a massive crush on you despite the only words he has ever said to you being standard customer and cashier conversations. He took note of whatever small things you shared about your life. Your name being the only thing on his mind most of the time.
Was it ridiculous to say he wanted just a bit more than that?
"You're switching it up today?" He didn't know what compelled him to peel away from his usual silence. Maybe it was the opportunity of seeing a different flavored energy drink that you usually don't choose.
He must've startled you as he saw you look at him with wide eyes before answering. "Oh, yes, there wasn't anymore of the one I usually get so I settled on the next best one." You simply smiled and he could already feel the heat rising to his face.
"Sorry about that, hopefully we'll have it restocked for you soon," Shin laughed, knowing he'd go hunt down that drink for you if you so much as asked. With the simple beep from the payment going through, you took your drink off the counter. Yet, he noticed you slightly hesitate as you looked back up.
"Could I get your number?"
It was almost embarrassing how fast he typed his number into your phone. It was almast embarrassing how fast he typed his number into your phone.
The small talk turned into longer conversations with Shin being so lost on you, he had to snap his attention back.
He would fight to be the one at the register when you would walk in right before work shoving Lu and Heisuke out the way. Aoi would giggle at Shin's antics, seeing strange similarities in the way him and Sakamoto went about their love life.
Shin was sweeping the floors and just like always, he could already sense your presence."Honesty it's surprising your heart is still beating after an energy drink everyday." As the fridge door closed, Shin had a small smile on his face with the broom clenched in his hands. You laughed at his comment, lightly shaking your head. "Right? l'm suprised too."
What followed after was silence as he cleared his throat, trying to lean against the fridge door. "So...could I take you out on a date sometime?"
This time it was your turn to be embarrassed at how fast you agreed to him..
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summary : two universes collide when spencer has to watch the team meet his workplace crush, called in from another branch for her decryption skills - and he doesn't really like sharing.
word count : 2.3k
pairings : spencer reid x FBI!reader (workplace romance)
notes : there is such thing as the intelligence branch !! spencer is very jealous and it shows, modern romance would say they're at that point in the talking stage where they still won't aknowledge eachother irl
working for the FBI had its perks.
mostly social, you had to admit. certain jobs, tough you weren't exactly sure why, carried prestige. the prestige you felt when over drinks on first dates or small talk with old friends, someone asked what you did for work.
you could've been a linguistic analyst anywhere else, the years of studies and countless research papers you'd worked on would've earned you nothing but eye rolls and judgemental stares.
curiously, with the acronym of FBI came instant gratification. federal bureau of investigation, the magic words that earned compliments and sometimes mocking gasps.
how does it feel to work for the government ?
you're part of the Intelligence Branch ? of course, you're so smart.
the best perk however, apart from the thrilling feeling pulsing through your veins that came with having a purpose, worked three floors above you at the behavioural analysis unit.
with his tall figure and soft cozy looks, spencer reid didn't look like he belonged in this world either. united by the feeling of standing out in the crowd, or rather feeling invisible between individuals with a stern appearance and a sterile heart, you two connected.
a workplace crush, that's all he was.
a really awfully good looking guy who had once blushed at your words when you rode the elevator with him and filled the silence by complimenting his thesis.
of course you knew who he was.
if he were to step a foot on in your department, you were pretty sure applause would echo off the walls. this guy had done more fore crime solving using linguistics than your entire team ever had, and his endless knowledge sort of terrified you.
and maybe since then, he'd started to use the east wing elevator abnormally often. and maybe you'd exchanged numbers. for the sole purpose of keeping eachother in the loop during important cases, of course.
and maybe you were tired today because you'd spent all night exchanging texts, and your brain was beginning to turn into mush from the hours of sleep it'd been denied in the previous weeks.
all because of the boy who stood on the other side of the room from you right now, with his arms crossed and brows knit together while he listened to something the unit chief was saying.
"the unsub we're looking for seems to be leaving hidden messages on the crime scenes," agent hotchner explains, not bothered in the least by the number of people hanging onto his every word.
then, he adds.
"the letters have been collected, and as of now they're our primary focus. we believe an in-depth analysis might help us with the profile."
all around the bullpen, the air was charged.
agents taking notes while the team just stood there, shoulders high and gazes unwavering, like a silent affirmation of their superiority.
you wouldn't have appreciated it, the condescendance lingering in the air, aiming to make you and your colleagues feel somewhat impressed.
not if it wasn't for spencer.
the boyish brunette who was leaning against a desk - his desk you presumed, based on the precise alignement of the books displayed - whose eyes on you could be felt from miles away.
prentiss spoke up next, arms crossed in authority.
"with this guy, danger is imminent. he's escalating, and that's why we called the IB. we need more experts on the case."
something the woman said didn't quite register in your mind, your attention focused on keeping your gaze away from spencer.
a blonde one you recognized as penelope led you to the conference room, and you simply followed like a stray puppy yearning to get his owner back.
no one needed to know.
not as the team gathered around the round table, specifically asking you to join the meeting in hopes of receiving your expertise. in the room of qualified profilers trained to spot miscalculated glances and fleeting touches, with eyes like lasers piercing through the illusion of lies, you had to pull yourself together.
spencer made it a difficult task.
“i was thinking i could quickly go through all the letters the unsub wrote to try to find a pattern. i'd just need access to the archive room to find old files, i've worked through a similar case before.”
quick words, evidently suggested like he’d invented the alphabet himself. you almost smiled when you remembered something he said two days ago, in that exact same nonchalant tone.
“studies prove key elements such as sharp angles, uneven pressure or stilted writing can reveal traits linked to psychopathy." he adds, apparently finding the watch around his wrist more interesting than you, sitting across from him.
hotch asserted himself once more.
"actually, the bureau wanted the input of a real language analyst for this task," he said, sharp jaw nodding in your direction. the focus in the room shifted on you as he said your name.
the smile you gave felt forced, pressured by the half a dozen pair of eyes on you. only one made your heart beat faster for all the wrong reasons, and they belonged to the one who knew you as more than a name on a badge, a piece of chess in the game.
"morgan, you'll help her with the profiling. everyone else, i need you on the field"
morgan ?
the man in question gave you a welcoming grin, and though you were hoping for someone else, you nodded in return. for some reason you swore you heard spencer swallow, adam's apple sticking out, and you felt your a slight pinch of something that almost tasted like disappointment.
you weren't a profiler.
you couldn't have known - and he was grateful for that - that the reason he kept his gaze down and hands to himself came from an irrational part of his brain he didn't know existed.
the one that was jealous.
so he gathered his files and abruptly got up, leaving you with morgan as the rest of the team headed back to work, without even looking back.
turns out the dark skinned man had more to himself than flirtarious smiles. you two worked side by side all morning and he helped you delve into the files.
and before you knew it, you'd managed to keep spencer in the back of your mind for hours.
at lunchtime, while snacking on a granola bar, you caught yourself rambling about the meaning of commas in the unsub's letters. your excitement was contagious.
"gee," derek laughed, cutting you off with a chuckle to remind you he couldn’t keep up.
"you're like a female version of reid or something."
you stopped chewing. looked up, alerted. attempted to wipe away some unwanted crumbs and dreamy grin that had appeared on your lips a little too naturally.
"i'll take that as a compliment."
"trust me, pretty girl" he said, giving you a reassuring wink that might've led you to think he knew more than he let on, "that's a compliment."
the door opened.
he stared. spencer.
files in his hands and mouth opened like he was about to say something but lost all ability to form proper words when he heard the exchange. you felt your hands tighten around the empty plastic wrapper.
morgan’s head turned towards you, then reid.
the tension was painfully obvious, he’d heard the last two sentences and that was already more than enough. a little too interested in the newbie to realise his friend was just being welcoming.
“i was just coming here to say we found a new body with another note displayed on the crime scene,” spencer spoke after what felt like ages. he still didn’t look at you.
“-but i guess you’ll do a great work without it, since you make such a great team.”
morgan whistled, attempting to ease the tension with yet another uneeded comment.
“woah, someone’s jealous.”
with a friendly pat on spencer’s very much tense arm, he left, leaving you and your male copycat in a very awkward situation.
suddenly, the conference room felt smaller.
the space, tight. tighter than the shirt sticking to your skin you suddenly felt trapped in. droplets of sweat clung to the back of your neck and you kept your chin down, eyes piercing through the documents laid out on the table.
he didn’t move, not until he cleared his throat and closed the door behind him. “i didn’t know your intention was to befriend the whole BAU," he snarked.
"i didn't know you had such a problem with me being in your life."
your sharpness made him flinch. daring words, toying with the feeling in his heart he was too much of a coward to properly name. nobody he'd ever met had acted this way towards him. with brutal honesty, confronting him with raw emotions he'd be tempted to conceal.
spencer's eyes were locked onto yours when you spoke. he looked vulnerable in this light, but the anger bubbling beneath his ribs didn't stop him from saying.
"i- that's not what i meant" he stuttered, looking both confused and indignated.
you'd pushed your chair out of the way to get up, almost reaching his height now. there was no escape from this conversation - and you'd very much rehearsed it in your mind anyway. now was time for the real deal.
"i think you did,"
of course, in your head, it wouldn't happen here, out of all places. feelings didn't match well with your work, and now in the conference room was far from the appropriate time.
"i think you're jealous" you affirmed with confidence, crosing your arms to prove your point, "jealous of the fact that i was assigned the task, and that derek had to supervise and not you."
gee, even hearing you call him by his first name made him boil.
"m’not jealous. i have three PhDs”
you laughed. indeed, even with academic degrees up his sleeves, he could still be very oblivious.
“not of the case, idiot.”
he knew what you meant.
and paused. swallowed again.
you bit your lip in waiting, almost facepalming yourself at the honesty of your words - you got that way when you were nervous. and you were really nervous now.
“i don’t think i’ve ever been jealous before.” he said, to himself more than you.
never had he encountered someone to be jealous of. he had the brains, the world seemed to like him. see something even he couldn’t sometimes. he was never jealous of the living because he spent most of his time in a world of his own.
and then he met you.
“there’s a first time for everything” you said with a reassuring smile, much softer now. time for trust, trusting someone and allowing them to see behind the illusion. for love, and letting someone in.
barely blinking, your mesmerising eyes are deeply focused on his now.
“i don’t think i liked it, though.”
“being jealous ?”
he nods, admitting. “you’re smart. and so good at what you do, i swear you made the room light up when you walked in.”
the distance between your bodies fades as he takes another step towards you. he nervously talks with his hands.
“and you could be a profiler !” he lets out, “i’ve never met anyone from another department who has enough talent to hypothetically join a higher rank and willingly refuses to even think about it.”
your lips part, a silent gasp.
“and it just hurts to see you here- here with everyone being so…”
the curious angle of your head makes him smile when you question. “so what ?”
“so perfect !”
it almost pains him to admit it. that the beauty you exude makes him ache, tugging at his sensitive heartstrings more often than he’d like to admit. when the elevator door close, or late at night while staring at his phone in hopes of engraving the pixels or your texts in his brain, he admires the closest to perfection the universe has ever created.
you.
"spencer," you let out in an amused giggle. "i'm not interested in your friends. or your job, for that matter."
he puffs some air into his cheeks, bashful. "i know. my brain just... likes to stop working when you're around, or something."
right, or something. with a playful nudge of the arm, you add.
"i am interested in you, though"
his eyes widen, pupils dilating. the little amount of oxygen left in the room is enough to make him slightly choke, which he covers by his hand. germ thing, sure.
"in me ?"
"yeah." someone has to say it, and you will if it means putting an end to the wrenching state of not knowing what you are. "-if you are, that is. unless i completely misunderstood the situation and you're actually jealous of my linguistics diploma-"
he calls your name, almost offended "i speak four languages !"
"i speak five. not that we're counting"
no bother mentionning you're also learning two. he's overwhelmingly close to you, and the smell of his cologne makes you melt little by little.
he utters quietly. "see ? perfect."
there's not exactly much he could do to make this conversation better. like, better than any debate you had over the phone, and yet he adds.
"i really am interested. and i'd like to see you sometimes... outside of work"
"and the elevator"
he laughs. a genuine sound you could get drunk on, and with a rush of adrenaline, reaches forwards to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear.
"just us. on a date. no work and no elevators involved, i promise"
jealousy looked good on him, earlier when he came in with clenched fists and a dark gaze. but nothing, no other expression could match the one he was wearing on his face. pools of hazel softened around the edges, spencer looked truly enamored.
and that ? that looked even better.
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Why do toxic fanfics keep popping up on my fyp, like no I don't want Gojo cheating on me, fucking me as an apology and me actually FORGIVING him???. I need a man who is OBSESSED with me and wouldn't even think of looking at another woman. The only fanfics that truly still my hunger are yander fics.
shin asakura who was absolutely speechless the first time he saw you stepping a foot in the sakamoto store.
shin asakura who didn’t knew how to approach you at first but after some time he was confident enough to go and talk to you.
shin asakura who does all he can to distract him from reading your mind as he highly respects your privacy yet he can’t help it but ends up still reading it because he’s too curious.
shin asakura who asks sakamoto and aoi for advice since he doesn’t really has any romantic experience at all and has no idea what to do about his feelings towards you.
shin asakura who gets flustered pretty easily at the slightest compliment you give him.
shin asakura who tells you about his past sometimes when he feels like it because he truly trusts you and wants you to know everything about him.
shin asakura who loves holding your hands.
shin asakura who loves when you play with his hair while laying on your lap.
shin asakura who tries everything to keep you safe.
shin asakura who has you as his lockscreen wallpaper.
shin asakura who made a playlist dedicated to you.
shin asakura who takes you out for a ride with sakamoto’s bike.
shin asakura who tried cooking your favorite dish but ended up almost burning down the whole kitchen.
shin asakura who enjoys taking you to the onsen.
shin asakura who adores taking care of hana with you, while sakamoto and aoi are away.
shin asakura whose knees turn into jelly every time you kiss him.
shin asakura who has matching phone charms with you.
★ notes . . . 1st real writing post, kinda nervous (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶) likes & reblogs are highly appreciated <3 TYSM FOR READING!!! also happy bday shin i love you 💕
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You are both the most diligent worker at Sakamoto's Store and the most hypersexual person that Shin knows. Overhearing your thoughts and accidentally seeing your fantasies routinely leads to profound psychic damage for him, as well as the most poorly timed boners in the world.
All of this only gets worse when the two of you start hooking up.
6k words. comedy, smut. all the sex scenes are vanilla; however, the reader constantly reads and thinks about horny fanfiction tropes including: free use, omegaverse, and breeding. these are all mentioned but not discussed in detail. warning: the reader has a warped/unhealthy relationship with her sexuality, this fic is about shin fixing her with his stroke game lol. credits to @/cafekitsune for the dividers and @hansolen for the fic brainrot <3
You are the worst coworker that Shin has ever had.
This is saying a lot, given that he's worked with countless two-bit assassins who could barely a handle a gun (no one he worked with in his late teenage years could hold a candle to Mr. Sakamoto, truly), as well as Lu, who can barely orient herself within the store. You are, in contrast, brutally efficient with your work, incredible with the customers, and very cooperative with Shin. You even know how to handle a gun, and you do it with such pinpoint precision that it's always nonlethal despite being brutally debilitating. (Your skill level does hold a candle to Mr. Sakamoto in this respect, and Shin wonders if his boss has given you some kind of private training—a thought that fills him with such jealousy that it makes him want to chew on the sale stickers in his hands.) There's just one problem.
You are probably the horniest person alive, and Shin is about to lose his fucking mind listening to your thoughts.
Now, Shin is used to hearing the unfiltered stream of consciousness of the average human being. This naturally includes carnal desires here and there. He’s desensitized to most people’s erotic fantasies about their favourite gravure idol, memories of their last sexual encounter, intrusive thoughts about their friends, et cetera. He habitually tunes it out. But whereas a regular person might have these thoughts once or twice a day, you seem to have them once or twice an hour. And none of your thoughts are ever brief or underdeveloped. They usually last at least ten minutes each, with detailed internal monologuing and accompanying 8K UltraHD visuals, and you really only ever stop when you're trying to remember a code at the till or doing some quick mental math with the accounts.
Needless to say, Shin tries to keep you at the register as much as possible.
You used to tell yourself (in your head) that your mental fixation on sex was a natural consequence of your dry spell. After quitting the assassin life, you'd been celibate for the first time in at least a decade, forced to attain sexual gratification with nothing but masterfully written fanfiction and your vast collection of vibrators. (Your favourite one is hot pink, seven inches, rabbit eared. You sometimes have trouble getting it to fit, but it’s worth it for the way you cum when you do, and this knowledge makes Shin want to die.) You were convinced that getting laid would bring you enough relief to stop thinking about sex every hour of the day. You had thought that you'd go back to “normal” after that, though Shin doesn't know what “normal” entails for you. (One free-use fantasy a day instead of twelve? Daydreams strictly featuring humans rather than tentacle monsters? It's hard to say.)
Regardless, Shin had to agree: surely, there would be a limit to your sex-obsessed thoughts. It made a lot of sense that you were simply frustrated and in need of an outlet. Naturally, after sleeping with you, he'd expected your thoughts to quiet down.
(Yes—Shin slept with you. It was an accident, through and through, and he routinely feels bad about it. He'd been meaning to ask you out, treat you to dinner, maybe even get you flowers depending on the vibe. The type of thing that Mr. Sakamoto did for Aoi, when they first started dating. If everything went well, then you two could consider getting intimate. His interest in you has nothing to do with sex, after all—no, not even the fact that you've had explicit fantasies about deepthroating him while he works the cash. He'd die if you ever tried that, actually.
The plan was always to take things slow and maybe even start a relationship if the two of you really hit it off. He'd even asked Mr. Sakamoto for advice on what a civilian romance should look like! But then Shin walked you back to your apartment one night when you were feeling down, and you invited him upstairs, and one thing led to another, and, well… it turns out that you aren't the type of person to take things slow. Or think about relationships. Shin’s never overheard any thoughts from you about actually dating him, come to think of it. And no, before you ask—that doesn't bother him. Not at all. Not one bit.)
To both his surprise and yours, getting laid somehow had the opposite effect on you. Rather than being calmed, you're somehow even hornier—and now all your horny thoughts are about Shin.
It's nonstop. Shin can't believe it. Whereas you used to think about all sorts of people in your sexual fantasies (mostly your fanfiction men, but also some BL characters, occasionally Keanu Reeves, and very often that Nagumo guy), you now think solely of Shin. You're thinking about him right now, pausing as you finish restocking the onigiri.
Shin can hear every single thought from across the room, the way you feel the edges of your sanity fraying with the memory of his touch. The whole day, you've been remembering how it felt to have your pussy stretched around his cock, how it felt to have his hands on your curves, how he seemed to know exactly how to touch your body to make you keen. (Shin admits he cheated; a little ESP goes a long way in bed.) You soaked the sheets when you finally came, and he kissed you relentlessly through your orgasm. It made you so horny that you had to immediately go another round.
No other man’s ever made you cum like that, you keep thinking. You've fucked more people than you can count, but not a single person has ever felt so good inside you. The realisation is driving you crazy, and Shin feels like he's about to go crazy with you. In the absence of a cold shower, he wants to shove himself into the freezer right now. There's no other way to get rid of his raging boner.
How did it feel so fucking good?! you keep thinking, oblivious to his struggles. I need his cock inside me again. I need him to hit it raw this time. I need him to bend me over the counter and cum in my pussy right now—
It makes him want to die, listening to your thoughts. It also confuses him, somewhat: he isn't that experienced, and objectively he’s a little clumsy in bed. His performance is probably mid in the grand scheme of things, which makes him wonder why you feel like his dick is heaven-sent.
But more than anything, Shin wonders if you ever think about anything other than his dick. Sex isn't the only thing the two of you have done together. The first time you hooked up, he'd spent the night at your place. You clung to him in his sleep and you drooled on his chest and he thought it was kinda funny. He was careful not to wake you as he wiped your chin. You’d cooked him breakfast by the time he'd woken up: homemade miso, fresh rice, tamagoyaki. He made you burnt coffee after. You gave him a goodbye kiss, which somehow turned into a goodbye blowjob, which then escalated into wasting the day together in bed. You were really cuddly the whole time, and Shin could hear you think, how weird, I hate it when people hold me, and I hate it when people kiss me, but you liked it from Shin. You liked it so much that your pussy started dripping, and then what else could you do but suck him off again? (He returned the favour, of course.)
There was a lot more than just fucking, but you never think about any of that other stuff. You only ever think about his stroke game.
Not that that bothers Shin. Not at all. Not one bit.
By noon, he reaches his limit.
Shin considers himself a responsible guy and dedicated employee. He'd ordinarily never want to take off in the middle of the day to fool around with you—or anyone else—but it's his lunch break, and he has to get you to stop fantasizing. His dick is so hard that it's painful, and even with the apron it's getting tricky to cover up. As soon as the clock hits 12, he's throwing it off and making a beeline for you.
“We need to talk,” he says, grabbing you by the hand, and the face you make is so giddy that he can't help but sigh. You’re practically beaming as you take off your apron and say bye to Lu. We’ll be back in 30! you tell her in a sing-song voice, because you’re a very conscientious worker even when outrageously horny.
“You heard my thoughts?” you ask as the two of you climb the stairs to his room, and he snorts.
“How couldn't I?” He gives you a miserable look, cheeks flushing. “Were you doing that on purpose the whole morning?”
“No.” He raises a brow. “I'm serious—I wasn't trying to cause any trouble for you! It's just…” You bite your lip, and it takes all of Shin’s self-control to stop himself from staring at its glossy sheen. “I really just need to be touched again.”
“I don't believe you,” he says as he pulls you into his room.
“You're an esper! You should know I'm telling the truth!”
“I also know you like to torture me with your thoughts.”
“Well, yeah…” You smile at him, sheepish. “But I really just need a bit of relief. Want me to prove it to you?”
There's a sudden glint in your eye that makes Shin nervous, out of his depth. Sometimes he gets the feeling that you want to eat him alive, and he never knows how to handle it. He’s never gotten this level of attention before, and never in his wildest dreams did he think he'd get it from someone like you.
(Yeah—you're way out of Shin's league. For all his plans of a civilian romance, he wasn’t sure if he could actually score a date with you. He still isn't sure if he can score one. He's also not sure he’ll survive this encounter.)
He swallows. “Prove it…?”
“Uh huh.” You look so pretty right now, sitting on the edge of his bed. “Let me show you.”
You read too much hentai. Shin knows this firsthand (you read a lot of it on the clock, and all the images get blasted right into his prefrontal cortex), but he can also tell from how you act. It’s just way too fucking outrageous when you spread your legs for him, pulling up your skirt, and he's greeted not by the sight of your panties (you wore a lacy pair to work and kept bending over in hopes of flashing him—you had not been shy at all in this thought), but your bare, glistening cunt.
No fucking way.
“You’ve been working like that?!” he blurts out, mildly horrified even though his dick is jumping at the sight of you. You laugh, and you conjure up your panties from somewhere. They dangle from your fingertips, sheer and drenched.
“Took them off as we came up here. They're useless now anyway, see”—they’ve been soaked through for hours, and my thighs are all sticky—“and besides… I wanted to give you easy access.”
He thinks he's going to pass out.
“Easy access,” he repeats stiffly, bright red.
“Uh huh. Wanted to be efficient—we only have, what, twenty minutes?” Before he can even react, you're already turning around, bending over for him, ass up. From this angle, he can see just how wet you are—and how you're clenching around nothing, your cunt empty and needing to be filled. You glance over your shoulder, give him a teasing smile. “What are you waiting for?”
It’s a wonder that Shin doesn't cum on the spot, really. Like he said—he isn't an experienced guy. He's never slept with anyone so forward, or so—well. Smoking hot, for lack of better word. Half of him has a mind to just stand there and say that he can't believe you, and half of him has a mind to fuck you like you've been hoping all morning. Thankfully, this latter half of him wins out—probably for the better. If he helps you work this out of your system, you'll probably stop assaulting his mind with all your horny thoughts and his dick can exist in peace for the rest of the afternoon. Right?
Right?
(He ends up being extremely wrong.)
By the time he's pulled down his pants, put a condom on, and started pushing inside you, the two of you have seventeen minutes left. He worries briefly that it won't be enough time to get you to cum (nor him, though that isn't his goal currently), but it turns out to be a non-issue. Your pussy swallows his cock easily, stretching around him so perfectly that he nearly chokes. He always hears you talking about how sex with him feels leagues better than with any other person, but he’s not sure if you know that the same is true for him. No one's ever felt as good as you, and it takes every ounce of willpower in him not to cum immediately.
You're already close to the edge, too. Probably pent up from squeezing your thighs together all morning and thinking about his touch. You moan in a way that is obscene, like something out of an AV—but Shin knows that it isn't a performance. He can feel your body and hear your thoughts, all the genuine bliss you get from being filled up. When he starts moving, it's with intent. He fucks you like you’ve been fantasising all day, all week—with a relentless pace, focused on giving you nothing but pleasure. You tighten around him like you were made for him, and—
—apparently you feel like you're being used? Like a hole? The fuck! Shin almost stops mid-stroke to balk at you—he wouldn't do that to you!—but then you moan and he feels you getting wetter at the thought, and then he has no choice but to keep going. He's not about to kill your high.
Nine minutes left. Your clit is throbbing, neglected, and as soon as you think about touching yourself, Shin’s fingers are circling it instead and making you keen. He hits the spot inside you that has your eyes rolling back and your spine arching beautifully, and you can’t speak with your mouth, but he hears you anyway: the begging, the neediness, right there right there you're doing so good Shin you feel so good don't stop don't stop don't, don't—
“Oh fuck,” you whimper, pressing your face into the sheets, and then Shin feels you pulsing around him, drenching him. He gets dragged over the edge with you, gasping sharply as he finds his own release. You collapse as he twitches inside you, spilling himself inside the condom, and he almost snorts when he hears you thinking, wish you were cumming in my pussy instead. Do it raw next time, okay?
“You know we have to use a condom,” he says between pants.
“But I'm on birth control! Read my mind—you know I'm telling the truth!”
“And I also know that birth control is only 93% effective,” he says, rolling his eyes. He glances at the clock. “C'mon—we only have five minutes until our lunch break ends.”
It feels a little weird, rushing you. He’s never had a quickie before, but he understands that you can't exactly take your time with cleaning up afterwards. Still, he thinks about what it was like the last time the two of you did this—how slow and soft it was after, how he stayed inside you for a bit, how he kissed you long and cleaned you up carefully. It just felt like the right thing to do after sleeping with someone, especially given that that someone was you. He'd much prefer to do that right now.
But you are both punctual workers, and anyway Shin’s heard enough of your idle thoughts to know that you’re fairly apathetic to aftercare—you never expect it, and you’re never particularly sad when you don't get it. Sometimes you even fantasize about being used roughly and then discarded (a thought that he finds so unpleasant that it instantly kills his boner every time).
So it's probably fine to rush back downstairs, he figures. He throws you some wipes, lets you clean yourself up. You do it without complaint. You're not upset. He can even hear your mind humming with satisfaction, coming down from the highs of sensory pleasure.
Which is why he's confused when he hears you think, Huh. That didn't feel as good as I thought it would.
It's not like it felt bad.
This is what Shin hears all afternoon: You had a good time. You generally like being treated like a hole. You hadn't thought that Shin would have it in him to do that (neither did he, he admits), but it was kind of thrilling that he did. You want him to do it again for sure. He hit your g-spot with the kind of precision that only an esper can manage, and your vision nearly went white as you found your climax.
And that's what matters, right? You came. You had an orgasm. The little death. The ultimate goal of sex. You used to have a hard time with it, but after so many missions your body started to enjoy sex and now you cum very easily. And you came very easily with Shin, so that means you must enjoy having sex with him too, right?
But it was better the first time you had sex. Objectively better. You came way harder. You even squirted during your second round with him! Your orgasm was so intense that you felt blissed out for the rest of the night, and even the morning after. When you woke up and realised that Shin was not only still there, but also holding you, it made you so horny that you nearly woke him up with a blowjob. It was only with great self-control that you woke him up with breakfast instead.
You don’t feel like that right now, though. You don't feel horny and you don't feel like cooking and the euphoria of your orgasm melted away a while ago. You just feel sort of… empty.
You don't feel bad, though. It's a beautiful day. The char siu bao in your hand is incredibly fragrant. Piisuke is on your shoulder and chirping in your ear. Shin looks really handsome in his apron—did you know that, Shin? you ask him in your mind—and he goes bright red at this thought and looks away. You don't feel bad, you mentally reassure him. You just don't feel as good as you thought you would.
But Shin does feel bad. He feels miserable, actually. He's not a very experienced guy, but even he can tell that you’re the type of person who needs to be held after having sex. It seems like you probably don't realise it, but it's clear as day to Shin, and for the rest of the afternoon he hates himself for not having done it. It wouldn’t have had to be for very long.
Lu could have covered for an extra fifteen minutes, he keeps thinking. Fuck!
Eventually, you ask him to come over in the evening, and he scrambles to agree, desperate for a do-over.
Shin’s not really good at this hook-up business.
Now—he isn't exactly good at relationships either, but he feels exceptionally awkward about coming over to your place with the express purpose of having sex. He isn't familiar with dick appointment etiquette, especially not appointments involving a friend. Was he meant to bring a gift? A Netflix movie recommendation? It would have felt wrong to show up completely empty-handed, so he ends up bringing your favourite snacks and two bottles of Pocari Sweat. If this is anything like the first time he stayed over, you'll probably both need it.
You're delighted by the snacks and amused by the drinks. He wrestles with himself over what kind of small-talk to make—there’s a PS5 out right now, and your TV screen is paused on Leon Kennedy’s face, so maybe he can start a conversation about the horror genre? He watches a lot of films—but you're dragging him into your room before he can overthink it.
“I missed you,” you say, voice all sweet with affection as you straddle his lap.
“It's been two hours,” he points out, somehow managing not to stammer.
“Eight hours since we fucked.”
“That's not very long at all.”
“Felt like forever to me.” Your whisper is so tender in his ear, incongruent with the absolute filth you're thinking about right now. You need his cock so, so bad—you’d have it inside you 24/7 if you could have it your way, though he's also free to help himself to your body at any hour of the day. Sure, he can't smoke on the premises, but there's no rule against hiking up your skirt and pushing your panties to the side so he can—
“I wouldn't do that in the store!” he squawks, and you giggle.
“Then you should start taking me up to your room more often.”
Shin would be more than happy to host you, actually. He’s been thinking lately about having you over for dinner—Aoi’s been teaching him how to cook—and getting to know you better, in a non-Biblical way. But Shin knows that's not what you mean. You want him to carry you upstairs without asking and to throw you onto his bed and to fuck you into the mattress. You want to go back to your shift without your panties, his cum dripping out of your pussy and sliding down your—
“You really want me to finish inside you,” Shin remarks, bewildered at your sheer obsession over it, and you tilt your head.
“Don't you?”
“No. I mean, yes. I mean—we shouldn't. It's, uh. Risky. I don't want to get you, y'know… pregnant…” His dick twitches in a way that makes him grateful that you don't have ESP. He's realising something about himself that he absolutely cannot think about, and which you would absolutely exploit if you figured out. He clears his throat, hoping he looks normal. “Like. You know. It's better to be on the safe side.”
You study him carefully. “I dunno, Shin.” You smile knowingly. “I don't think I'd mind it if you wanted to breed me.”
Shin is going to die.
The next twenty minutes pass in a horny blur. The two of you spend it all over each other, his cock sliding along your opening—dangerously close to pushing in. You beg him for just the tip, both verbally and mentally—pleaaase Shin please please please it'd be so easy, I'm still stretched out from before, you know it'd feel good—and he's watched enough adult films to know that this is a blatant trap. He somehow pulls away, and immediately feels bad at the crushed expression you make, so he decides he has no choice but to make it up to you by putting his head between your thighs. Within minutes he’s sucking on your clit and making you keen, his fingers curling inside you. He knows your orgasm is intense both from the way you gush all over his face and how your mind goes pleasantly, blissfully quiet for a moment.
It doesn't stay quiet for long.
The most debauched image possible comes to his mind—you, underneath him, your legs folded into a mating press as you take his cock. He’s giving you another load, pumping you full. It's filling up your womb, and you'll definitely get pregna—
“You’re fucking evil,” he groans. “And you read way too much hentai. Those visuals were so goofy.”
You laugh, unbothered. “Sorry, I'll adjust them for realism next time.”
“Please don't,” he begs, even though he knows he's going to spend the next week being mentally assaulted by your breeding kink fantasies. He just hopes they stay relatively normal and don't devolve into the weird omegaverse stuff. Or the monsterfucking stuff. Or the gangbang scenarios. Please, God, anything but the gangbang fantasies. He’ll scream if you imagine another threesome with him and that invisible asshole who kidnapped Lu. He’ll simply resign if you add Nagumo.
To your profound disappointment, Shin ends up using a condom. He doesn't give you much time to feel sad about it, settling quickly between your legs and practically knocking the breath out of you as he thrusts into you. He’s left kind of breathless too. You weren't lying—you are still stretched out from earlier in the day, wet and pliant for him, and there's hardly any resistance as he starts pumping into you. He watches you carefully, laid out underneath him—your eyes squeezing shut as you're made to take his cock. Your mind goes a little quiet again, overwhelmed by pleasure. It's simultaneously a blessing and a curse: Shin’s finally getting a break from your psychic teasing, but the knowledge that he's fucking you dumb is doing something horrible to him.
He changes his angle, and a whimper leaves you. You tighten and gush around him in a way that makes it obvious what he’s hitting; he doesn't need ESP to know to keep doing it. Still, your thoughts are going haywire, a tangle of desire, and it's impossible for him to ignore. I need, he keeps hearing as your thighs starts to twitch, as you start tearing up, I need I need I need I need—
Your eyes land on his lips, and Shin hears you.
His kiss is open-mouthed, clumsy, but you’re hungry for it anyway. You’re panting into each other’s mouths when you start pulsing around Shin’s dick, and you end up cumming so hard on his cock that it's dizzying for you both. He fucks you through your orgasm, and it's only when you're glassy-eyed and limp beneath him that he finally lets himself finish. He pulls back as he does, gasping sharply, but not for long—you draw him back in quickly, clinging to him as you seek out another kiss. The two of you stay like that for a long moment—still connected, breaths heavy with exhaustion, lips slow and lazy against each other.
“Enjoy yourself more this time?” Shin asks, and you hum sweetly against his mouth. You’re still too mindless from your orgasm to form any real thoughts, but Shin can tell that you don't really want to talk. You want to keep kissing him. And you want him to hold you while you do it, which he happily obliges.
Some ten minutes later, you make a small noise of protest when Shin pulls out of you, and it turns into a look of outright betrayal when he gets up. Shin’s heart clenches immediately.
“Just getting stuff to clean up,” he explains, and you relax visibly.
“Oh,” you say. “Right.”
You seem antsy. You feel antsy. You're antsy because you just realised how much you like kissing Shin. Specifically, you've realised that kissing him elevates your orgasms into mind-blowing experiences, and now you're questioning every other orgasm you've had. Maybe I don't actually enjoy sex that much? you wonder. Or maybe I always needed to be kissed to enjoy it more? Wait, no. I hate it when people kiss me. It's gross. Except for when it's Shin. Why Shin? Hm… that apron must really be doing something for me.
Your head hurts. Shin patiently watches you replay your past experiences in your head, comparing all those nights with this one, and he can’t help but frown. Deeply. Your eyes go wide when he gives you an alarmed look at one particular memory.
“Shit, sorry! I forgot you’d see all that.”
“No, I'm sorry,” he says, feeling—not for the first time—guilty about his powers. “If I could turn it off, I would.”
“Don't be sorry. You can't help it. That'd be like if I were sorry for breathing.” But despite your easy words, you’re watching him carefully, and your mind is stirring in an unsettling way. I'm nervous? you realise. Your heart is beating in a way that suggests a flight or fight response. It gets worse the longer you stare at him. Why am I nervous? Tell me, Shin.
“I wouldn't know.” Except he’s got a good guess, and he'd rather die than say it out loud because it would be embarrassing for you both if he were wrong. He'd have to resign. Nevertheless, he tries to guide you in a specific direction: “Have you really never liked it when people kissed you?”
“No,” you reply immediately. “I don't see the point of kissing during sex.”
He gives you a long look. “What if it’s not just sex? What if it's just a regular kiss on a regular day with, like, a partner? Someone you're really serious about.” He blinks at the confused stare you're giving him. “You mean you don't like that either?”
It's suddenly very noisy. Shin can hear your mind buzzing as you stare at the ceiling of your room, not with coherent sentences so much as shapeless confusion. His skin crawls with the echo of your discomfort; it's a wonder you aren't slipping out from the sheets to run away.
“...I don't know,” you finally decide. “I don't have much real dating experience.”
“Huh? You’ve said before that you've dated lots of guys.”
“Um.” You’re careful not to look at him. “Yeah, I guess. They all sucked though. I, like, wanted to kill every single one of my exes.”
“Like they were shitty boyfriends?”
No, like they were assassination targets, you think, and Shin has to keep a straight face as you reply, “Yeah, something like that.”
You rarely lie to Shin. You did it somewhat frequently until you figured out that he was capable of ESP, and then you stopped because you didn't see a point anymore. You only do it now when there's something you really don't want to talk about, so Shin relents. He focuses on cleaning himself up, and he interrupts the tense hum of your thoughts when he turns his attention to you. By the time he's finished and slid back into bed, your more complicated emotions have vanished, and you're back to marveling at the quality of the orgasm you just had. Apparently you like to keep things fairly simple in your inner world.
When Shin puts an arm around you, he can hear your pleasant surprise—and your immediate desire to press into him.
You're so happy just being held by him, it's shocking. And painfully endearing. Shin tries to pretend not to notice the warm glow of your thoughts, as well as your confusion over them: surely the simple act of being close to someone can't feel so good. Maybe the whole kissing thing was just a coincidence and Shin happened to be hitting it just right when your lips met. Or maybe he used his ESP on you to make you cum extra hard and he's still influencing you, and that's why you feel so tenderhearted right now.
“My powers only allow me to read minds,” he tells you. “I can't control other people.”
“Aw,” you say, “that's too bad. I bet forced orgasms with ESP would feel amazing.”
“...”
Shin realises something else about himself that he absolutely cannot let you know. Thankfully for him, you're none the wiser. Your mind’s somewhere else entirely when you climb on top of him, smiling neatly. Mind you, what you're thinking is still making him feel nervous. He's always a little out of his depth with you.
“Shin…”
You lean in, breath sweeping over his lips. His heart jumps.
“Y-yeah?”
“I'm still confused about how that felt so good.”
“I’ve noticed.”
You hold back a laugh. “Yeah, I guess you would have.” Then you give him an apologetic look. “Sorry I'm so stuck on it. I just thought I knew my body, y'know? I felt like I had tried everything worth trying. Sex was starting to feel boring, including the freaky stuff. But this is very new to me.”
This close up, Shin can feel the brush of your lashes when they flutter. See the glossy swell of your lips from all the kissing. Take in the fragrance of your hair. He starts to feel dizzy. “I-is it? I don't think we've been doing anything, uh. Crazy.”
“I didn't think so either.” Your thumb traces his lip. You're thinking about kissing him again, and you're also thinking about riding him as you do it. “I can't help but want to try it a few more times, you know? Just to make sure it wasn't a fluke.”
“A few more times,” he repeats, and you smile.
“You don't have anywhere you need to be tonight, do you?”
The two of you get two hours of sleep that night, and you end up going through both bottles of Pocari Sweat and all the snacks. There's no time for breakfast or burnt coffee the morning after; you make the executive decision to just eat something at the store instead. Shin leaves behind a toothbrush and you tell him he should also bring an extra set of clothes next time. He tries not to get too excited about the fact that there's going to be a next time. He fails.
Mr. Sakamoto sees the two of you as you make it to work just on time together and immediately figures out what's happened. Shin gets a mental reprimand for not marrying you first, and the disappointment from Mr. Sakamoto is so strong that he briefly considers resigning out of disgrace. But he stays on, and the days pass, and your relationship with him remains the same. Sort of.
Because, see. Now that you're regularly getting laid, your horny thoughts have finally (finally!) calmed down. You now have one free-use fantasy a day instead of twelve, and your daydreams only occasionally feature tentacle monsters. You do like to torture Shin with breeding kink scenarios, but that's only once a day, and they never involve any other guys. Shin considers this a victory, respite from the psychic agony that he was previously experiencing.
There's just one problem.
You want to kiss Shin all the time now, and it's making him feel like the horniest person alive.
He can't believe it. He doesn't have a particularly strong sex drive, and he rarely ever has sexual fantasies. But holy shit is he having them a lot now, and he can't say it's strictly your fault.
You spend most of the day now thinking about what it felt like to kiss him in bed, and what it felt like to hold his hand as he moved inside you, and what it felt like to be in his arms afterwards. What it would feel like if you were to do those things that you used to hate—kissing someone, linking fingers, embracing them—with Shin. Not just in bed, but on a regular day, out in the open. In a secluded park somewhere, or maybe at the top of a Ferris wheel, or even on a random street corner if the mood is right. All of these daydreams are usually followed by very explicit fantasies about public, unprotected sex, but the kissing is the most important part of it. The subsequent creampies are pretty significant too, but not nearly as much as the bits where you make out.
And somehow, the thought of cumming in you is not the part of the fantasy that's driving Shin crazy.
You give him a meaningful look. A week ago, this would have been a sign that you wanted him to bend you over the counter and give you backshots. Now it means you want to sneak away to kiss him and hold hands, and this makes him want to do things to you that would get him fired immediately.
Shin sighs, and he contemplates shoving himself into the freezer.
END
I wrote this with one hand and did not proofread it. my apologies if you see any errors. I just needed to be free of these thoughts asap. release me...
PS - I know the Resident Evil/Leon Kennedy mention must have felt very random, but it's set-up for potential future sequels haha.
diva im sorry but hear me out i need to put my two cents on shin rq
I’m genuinely wondering what his perfect digits will feel like in my mouth while my tongue attempts to memorize the shape and feel of his oh so pretty fingers before closing my mouth on his fingers and sucking it like a lolipop
how about i tell you, precious anon.
we all know now that shin isn’t the innocent boy we all think he is.
shin is a freak, and he loves to use his fingers on you.
from wrapping them softly around your neck, feeling all over your curves on your delicious body, or combing them through your hair while you take his dick, so happily, like the good girl you are.
you love when he uses them to finger you so fucking good. in the way that literally makes you lose your breath and speak gibberish to him.
but it drives you even crazier when he removes them and gives you that knowing look, with that boyish grin on his ridiculously handsome face, “open, baby.”
you oblige immediately. you let him tease your bottom lip a little. letting him, gently, drag his thumb across it. then, he’ll pull down on it slightly, with the same thumb; just enough so your mouth opens up a bit.
and then he slides his digits in, and you let your mouth close over them.
he’ll moan and squirm as he feels your tongue swirl all over his precious fingers, as though it’s the last time you’ll ever be blessed with such an opportunity. “yeahhh, baby. just like that, mhmmmm.”
it makes his dick hard, when you guys look in each others eyes as you suck on his fingers like it’s his fat dick.
“mmmm,” you’ll moan around his fingers, amused by his reactions.
you’ll be making sure you lick and suck all of your juices clean off his fingers.
you love how helpless he looks when he looks at you, jaw slacked while he lets you go to work.
you get ridiculously wet when he shoves his fingers in your mouth, and you KNOW he loves it too.
a/n: chat i’m obsessed with shin from sakamoto days rn and fantasizing about him. currently fried asf writing this. enjoy (i’m thinking about making a part 2 bc there is sm more i wanna write ab this)
tags: MINORS DNI. NSFW. shin x f!reader, freaky, praise, spit kink, making out, freaky, shit writing, toes, oral f/m receiving, hahaha help, established relationship, finger sucking, begging, slight teasing
★ shin was innocent, off backs. well, he was, considering he was a virgin before he met you. his golden retriever energy made you believe it would probably always be vanilla with him in the sheets. but you were proven so wrong, it always was the ones you least expected. your boyfriend, shin, is the freakiest man you know.
★ over time, the more shin learned about your body, the more YOU learned about him.
★ whenever he’s deep in you, he loves to hear your moans. he NEEDS to hear them and how good he’s making you feel. he’s not shy about it, either, like he used to be. he’ll moan back in your ear, in response. “louderr. louder, baby. can’t hear you.” a whimper would always leave your lips when he does that.
★ shin learned that he lovesss when you suck his fingers. he loves to bring your face close to his and hold eye contact with you as you moan in approval around his perfect digits. it leaves him breathless, wanting even more. “mhmmm, you look soo sexy like this.”
★ shin will let you spit in his mouth. matter of fact, he’ll ask you to. especially after a passionate and long make-out session. he’ll grab your face and bring your lips closer to his. breathless, his controlled breaths hitting your face, he’ll say, “spit in my mouth, pretty.” and you oblige, of course. who are you to deny the prettiest boy? and then you wait patiently for him to ask you to open yours, so he can spit in it too.
★ shin loves to eat you out. he wishes he could just eat you out forever. “wanna eat you out so fucking bad. please lemme eat you out, baby.” he’ll whine against your mouth, after kissing you for damn near 30 minutes. the sounds he pulls from your body, the sounds of pure pleasure, and his tongue lapping on your wet, sloppy pussy, send chills down his spine. he loves to make you squirm, to watch the way your body reacts to him. when you flutter your eyes shut and squeeze those lucious thighs around his head, he wants to disappear into them and just be in that moment forever.
★ shin will suck your toes, just because they look pretty. “i love when you paint em’ white.” and he’ll later hear in your thoughts that you actually do them white, just for him.
★ shin will suck on your fingers too, he really loves to see that look on your face when he does. he’ll hum around them, almost amused, when he hears you gasp at the action.
★ shin loves hearing you beg. even though a part of him is super fucking ashamed of it. but he definitely gets a little cocky sometimes, and it just drives him fucking crazy. he knows you’re getting impatient when you lean in closer to him and purr in his ear. “please, baby pleasee. i wan’ it inside. please, shin.” he’ll let out a breathless chuckle, his mouth moving before he can stop himself. “so needyy, hm?”
★ shin loves to make you choke on his dick. it surprised you at first. this actually used to make him the most embarrassed out of everything because of how filthy it makes him feel deep down. but when he makes you take him deeper and he feels the vibrations of your moans on his cock, he knows you’re enjoying every second. “gooood, yeesss.” he’ll hiss and bite his lip. “soo goood. keep going, keep goingg.”
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psst.. check out this Gaku one-shot 😼
a/n: i think i got a little carried away here but can we acknowledge how good he looks here?? lawddd 🫣
Tags. MDNI. recording intimate acts. smexual intercourse. unprotected s$x. dirty talk. breeding(?). doggy. a$$ smacking. cunnilingus. oral(fem!receiving). riding. reverse cowgirl. teasing. cl!toral play. slight dumbification in gakus & shishibas. overstim in gakus. brief use of esp in shins. Use of good girl in nagumos.
✎ A/N; Hihi lovelys!^^ Didn't see enough sakamoto days post and was genuienly shocked??? So yk mama had to cook something tf up! Hope you enjoy this! ^^
Gaku ★ Back view!
The obnoxious, striking sound begins to be a never-ending cycle, his hips snapping against your rear, cock head bruising your mushy g-spot. Your sounds muffled against the sheets, the patch of saliva turning the white material into a darker shade.
He's knocking the wind out of your lungs, deep calculated thrusts causing the barely stable bed to creak!
Oh, no.
You try to warn him, but as you lift your head to say something, his hard thrust sends you flying forward headfirst into the pillow again.
It’s not that he could hear you anyway, not over the nasty squelching of your cunny, not when he’s switching his fixated gaze from your bullied cunt to the phone in his hand, and surely not when he’s in this deep fixated trance.
"Nghhh! R-right there!"
There's barely any sense left in his head as your mushy walls stick to him like glue, engulfing his gushing cockhead in a tight headlock. Fuck, he feels like he might die if you keep choking him like this.
His hand traces down the curve of your ass, spreading your cheek for a better view. And as embarrassing as it is, he couldn't give one fuck about the absurdly loud moan he lets out.
Smack!
The loud sound of his skin adoring your ass in a crimson shade erupts, functioning as a silent instruction you understand almost instantly, arching your back in a way that your lower half almost levitates off the mattress.
Gakus audible hum rings in your ear, a harsh prod against your g-spot. "Goshhh Gaku, m' gonna-"
Breaking you off, he growls at the absurd clench of your walls around him.
"Fuck. Js' look at this fuckin' mess. Yer gonna cum, huh? Spray your juices all over my dick?" You're twisting your head to face him- you see his eyes obsessively fixating on your leaking cunt, essence coating you both in a thin glistering veil while swallowing up his hefty cock over and over, and-
In almost an instant, he lifts his right foot up, planting it firmly into the crinkling sheets before ramming his dick into you, bullying his way up to your cervix.
A black canvas coats your vision and a loud shriek punched out of your lungs signals your surprising orgasm, hitting like a slap to the face. It's intense - fierce, even.
And he? He was no better.
A deep, shuddering groan rumbled from his chest, his grip on your hips tightening as he fought to hold on, to savor the way your body clenched around him. His breaths were ragged, hot against your skin, his movements growing erratic—desperate, losing himself inside your comforting heat completely.
The way you're sucking him in and making his mind go feral should actually be illegal. Never has he ever lost control over himself like he did with you. He tries to desperately fight off every single thought flooding in, telling him to just hurl the phone into space so he can fuck you even harder. Deeper.
But, besides you, there's nothing he loves more than a challenge. He'll make it work. And even better, he'll get you on camera, getting your back completely blown-out in every sense of the word.
Your arms betray you as you fall onto your chest, arms nothing more than jelly. The raw force of his thrusts sends you flying forward, your head almost hitting the headboard, and you reach your arm back in an attempt to slow him down, to no avail.
His arm swings around your waist before your trembling legs threaten to give out on you. A firm grip, giving you no room to escape, only to take it.
“T-too much!” you gasped, but your voice was shaky, contradicting the way your fingers dug into his arms, as if you couldn’t decide whether to push him away or pull him closer.
“Too much?” he mused in a teasing tone. He leaned in, lips brushing your ear, the camera now recording his hand around your neck, presenting your tear-stained face on full display.
He presses his lips against your ears, teasing in a low whisper. “You can take it. Just one more for me, yeah?” His hand quickly retreats to your hips as he lifts himself up again, movement never stopping.
You barely register your second release crashing onto you, your cries muffled into the flattened, sweat-stained pillow. The camera captures your arched, glistering back, the deafening plap! plap! plap! Sounds of him slamming against you are prominent on the recording.
"Better see your juices allll over the camera."
You can't breathe, can't think. Everything is just too much and perfect at the same time, the overstimulating sensation making you go crazy - a senseless mess.
In a desperate attempt to slow him down, you reach your hand back against his hips, trying to slow him down only to be slapped away by him with a harsh smack followed by a disgruntled scoff.
"Move that fuckin' hand." His voice laced in venom as his balls tightened, so close to shooting ropes after ropes into your vast hole.
"Look at you," he rasped, his voice thick with something between awe and hunger. His free hand slid up your spine, fingers pressing into the arch of your back, grounding you in the intensity of the moment. "Nasty fuckin' pussy's taking me so well."
Your body trembled in his grasp, the aftershocks of pleasure pulsing through you in waves, leaving you breathless. Your limbs felt boneless, melting into the sheets as he drove himself deeper, chasing his own release.
A deep, guttural groan tore from his lips, his fingers digging into your skin as he lost himself in the heat of you. His movements grew frantic, every thrust more desperate than the last, as if he were trying to memorize the way you felt around him, the way your body responded to his.
With a final, shuddering thrust, his body tensed against yours, a sharp gasp escaping his lips as he gave in completely. His grip softened, his weight pressing into you in the most delicious way, grounding you both in the hazy afterglow.
His breath came in ragged pants, his forehead dropping to your shoulder as he spilled fat globes of cum into you, every pulse of release dragging him deeper into euphoria.
He let out a shaky laugh, pressing his forehead against yours. "Hope you know," he murmured, his voice still husky. "I’m never deleting that."
Shin Asakura ★ Amateur!?
This might've been the best idea he's ever heard anyone think of- literally.
All it took for him was a quick look into your thoughts during your heated make-out after his long, exhausting day at the shop, and fuck, why didn't you just tell him?
You’re embarrassed he'd refuse? In what world could it be possible for him to refuse this - you?
He couldn’t be more grateful for his mind-reading abilities than now, when his room shifts into something straight out of a porn scene, quite literally.
Because this, you on top of him with your legs locking him in place, his light-colored hair sprawled out onto the soft cushion, is all he needed after a draining day.
The camera moves in the rhythm of your hips, carefully focusing onto his face down to his glistering abs, not failing to capture his rapid breathing, your escaping mewls and the lewd clap!, A sound that echoes each time your hips heave down against his.
"Why, fuckkk, didn't you just tell me?", His breathless voice snaps you out of your drunken daze. Your hand grasps back to his clenching thigh for stability, struggling to hold back the moans scratching your throat.
"Thought y-you wouldn't wan' to." He scoffs, hands planted to your hips, the former assassin's beastly strength overpowering you, snapping his hips up into your heat whilst his strong hands hold you in place.
"Me? Not wanting this? Girl puh-lease."
By just one look at the video, even an idiot can make out the unprofessional setting, muffled noises and wonky hold, but everyone starts off somewhere, right?
"S-stop rambling so much.“
With your eyes carefully examining the phone, making sure you get each lip-bite, each eye roll and each desperate whimper from your lover, your hips grind against his frantically.
Luscious. That's how you'd describe him right now.
"H-heh. I look luscious? 'M flattered." Unsteady breath betraying him, the bashful smile he flashes you makes your heart rapidly beat in your chest.
"I can hear ya, ya know?", he teases further, licking his dried lips in a swift motion before caging them in between his teeth.
Normally, you would've scolded him for infiltrating your thoughts just like that, but how could you be mad at your sweet boyfriend when he's letting you fulfill your long desired fantasies? Exactly. You couldn’t.
A slow smirk tugged at your lips as you speed up the gyrations of your hips, your free hand holding onto his chest for stability.
A strangled groan left his lips, hands instinctively flying to your hips as his eyes shot open. Fingers dig into your hips, harsh, and he can not only hear—no, he can feel you coming close to your release, your talkative hole gushing and squeezing around him.
This must be heaven.
Here, he can die a happy man.
"Ya still with me?" You pull yourself back slightly, the camera following the teasing trail your fingers leave behind on his chest.
He lives for moments like these—your soft giggle, the teasing tone in your voice, your mesmerizing hips - everything.
Eyes glazed over with lust, he takes in your figure towering over him, dick twitching inside of you once he notices the sensual smirk.
God, he's gonna lose his sanity.
A shiver ran down your spine as his strong arm held you close, pressing you against the warmth of his body. His grip was firm yet possessive, his touch leaving a trail of heat along your skin.
“Look at you,” he murmured, voice low and rough against your ear. “So perfect.”
Your breath hitched as he adjusted his hold, angling the lens just right, ensuring that every delicate shift of your body was recorded in exquisite detail. The way your fingers curled against his chest, the subtle tremor in your thighs—it was all for him, and he was utterly mesmerized.
His free hand skimmed up your back, fingers tracing slow, deliberate patterns that sent sparks of warmth radiating beneath your skin. His movements were unrelenting yet controlled, each one drawing you deeper into the haze of pleasure, every brush of his touch making you feel adored, cherished.
His lips grazed the shell of your ear, his voice a mix of awe and restraint. "I want you to watch it later, see how good you look like this."
A soft whimper escaped you at his words, the promise in his tone sending a delicious shudder through your body. The thought of seeing yourself through his eyes, of witnessing the raw devotion in the way he held you, made your pulse quicken.
His pace never faltered, his movements fluid, precise. Every touch, every whispered praise, sent you spiraling further into the moment, lost in the intensity of his presence. The warmth of his breath against your skin, the way he held you as if you were something precious—it was overwhelming in the best possible way.
A breathless giggle rings in your ear before you feel one strong arm wrapping around your waist, snatching the device from your hand.
"My turn now, mkay?" You just nod mindlessly, your limp body falling on top of his. His pace is quick and brutal, pistoning his dick in and out of you faster than you can even register.
His arm extends over your back further down to the valley of your ass, where the camera perfectly captures the slick motion of his cock sliding in and out of your swollen hole.
Your orgasm hit you like a lightning strike, your whole body tensing up as pleasure consumes you whole, teeth digging into his shoulder at the overwhelming euphoria devouring you whole, body rocking with friction against his firm abs as his harsh hips smash up against you.
"Just like that, princess. Lay back and just look pretty for the camera."
You shivered at his words, the deep timbre of his voice sending a wave of heat down your spine. His grip was firm yet careful as he adjusted the camera’s angle, ensuring that every detail—the flush of your skin, the slow rise and fall of your chest—was captured just the way he wanted.
“Thereee we go,” he murmured, his fingers tracing gentle patterns along your thigh, a contrast to the intensity in his gaze. “Absolutely perfect.”
Your breath hitched as he leaned in, pressing a lingering kiss to your temple before pulling back just enough to admire you. His eyes roamed over your form with unfiltered adoration, as if committing every inch of you to memory.
"Stay with me, baby," he murmured, pressing a lingering kiss to your shoulder, his voice laced with adoration. "I want to remember this. Every. single. second."
And with the soft glow of the camera capturing it all, you knew you would.
Shishiba ★ Wet 'n wild!
"Hold the damn camera straight."
His baritone voice rings in your ear, your shaky hand struggling to hold the camera in place. If only you could.
It's a shame, really. The unsteady lens only captures a fraction of Shishibas handsome face, his hair pushed back by your very own hand tangled in his golden strands, revealing his handsome features.
But you can't help it- not when his vicious mouth shares a french kiss with your pussy, not missing your clit as he circles his tongue around it, sucking the pulsating button hard, sharp eyes looking directly into the camera, his sly smirk barely noticeable against your heat.
"Poor girl. Can't do anything by herself." His snarky remark flies over your head as all you can focus on is his wet muscle digging into your cavity, exploring each triggering spot imaginable.
"In the end," an unoccupied hand comes up to grip your wrist, steadying your wobbly hand, a clear image of his face now visible. "I always have to help out, hm?" Mouth back on your cunt with predatory eyes now fixated on your face, he's making sure to catch every expression of yours.
Not one subtle twitch goes unnoticed by him while keeping up his assault on your cunt, fingers trailing down down down from your thigh to your hole, teasing pads drawing circles around it.
He grins against your heat as you eagerly clench down onto his barely inserted pointer and middle finger, his hungry mouth not wavering from your pulsating clit.
"Y-you're sooo mean, shi'."
"Me? Mean?", the soft coo in his voice is a jarring contrast to his assault on your poor cunt, his slender fingers massaging your soaked cunt in a teasing manner. "But I'm making you feel good, no?"
Biting back a snarky remark, you urge his face closer to your pussy, hips wiggling in his hold. "Urgh! Just-"
You cut yourself off with a stunned yelp, his hot tongue lapping at your puffy clit, and you swear you can feel him spelling some letters onto your cunt, the grip on your hips tightening.
"Please, shi." the pleasure overwhelms you as you hitch your breath, a tingling sensation electrifying your body. You buck your hips, forcing his mouth impossibly further into your core, fingers scraping the depth of your hole.
Even with him down in between your legs, you feel so utterly helpless, failing to lift your head to fully gaze upon him, repeatedly falling back into the sheets.
God, the video must be terribly filmed. You'll never hear the end of it.
Your sounds are drowned out by your thighs locking him firmly into place, legs thrown over his shoulder with your heels digging into his back.
Shishiba's luxuriated in your sweetness, hum in content with each spurt of essence you deliver right into his eager mouth. He doesn't hesitate to gulp down each and every bit of you, not leaving one place untouched with his greedy tongue.
Lost in the sauce, they say. Yes, he gets it now.
His eyes close in content, and he barely even notices how he grinds his angry throbbing cock against the sheets in a frenzy, the fat of your thigh gushing from between the gaps of his fingers from his strong hold.
Repeated sobs snap him back into reality. He almost moans at the sight of your tear-stained face, nose cutely scrunching up after your frustrated snivel, scrunched eyebrows firmly accommodating the frown on your face.
It's too much—his tongue french-kissing your cunt, his fingers curling up into your g-spot, and his intense stare keeping you captured. Your tummy sucks in, a fire licking up your spin and pooling heat low into your belly, a pressure coiling so tight that it feels like you might break.
Ah. Now he's hit the nail.
"I- hahhh! Please- I can't, Shi! "
You don't even know what you're begging for at this point once the tight coil in your stomach snaps, muscles tensing almost painfully as the back of your head digs into the bed, toes curling as you're drowning in the euphoric high with one last desperate cry of his name.
So cute.
Thumb rubbing tight circles on your thigh in a soothing manner, helping you calm down from your high. He can feel your hand trying to push him away from your heat as your other hand grasps for his wrist, still shamelessly smacking against your pussy, pumping his fingers slowly in and out of you.
Wait, something is off.
Lazy eyes examine your sprawled-out figure, noticing the phone lying flat on your stomach, capturing the plain ceiling, and he wonders if you even managed to film anything but your obscene sounds bouncing off the rooms walls.
Raising yourself up on your elbows, you give him an apologetic grin, heavy breathing in sync to his.
Huffing out a frustrated breath, he briefly closes his eyes as he rests his cheek against your thigh before licking his glistering lips in a lustful manner at your twitching clit protesting at the loss of stimulation.
"Well, can't be helped. Gotta do it all over again, doll."
Yoichi Nagumo ★ Press my buttons, baby!
"Nuh uhhh. Eyes up here, sweetie."
Followed by a light titter, he lifts your head up by the chin, urging your attention towards the mirror. Your eyes meet his in the reflection, not failing to catch the smug grin plastered on his face, the digital device just barely hiding his mahogany eyes.
This deeply engraved desire inside always got the better of him. Nagumo favors filming you both in the act, especially hoping for the footage to keep him sane during one of his many abroad jobs.
So this has become somewhat normal the night before he's off to a job the next morning, a lucky charm of sorts. Every time he lies on the foreign hotel bed, frustrated and exhausted, the only thing that can lighten his mood is you.
A Strong tattooed arm wraps around your waist, effortlessly lifting you up, up, up, your cunt desperately clasping around the crown of his cock, before slamming you back down. His girthy length stuffs your needy hole up each time your ass meets his pelvis - the loud gasp you let out surely prominent on the device recording the lewd scene.
"Eyes on the price, baby."
And you sure do.
Your eyes scan over what little you could make out through the dimly lit mirror, soaking in the black ink casing his skin. His fleshy biceps rubs against your skin with every slight movement, and his raven hair is disheveled.
His tall figure is towering over yours even while sitting down with your spread-out legs, exposing your stuffed pussy on display. His free hand twists your nipple as his mouth attacks your neck, planting deep red marks over it to his heart's content.
"Mhm, such a gorgeous girl."
He's eager to get a reaction out of you, trying to spice up the recording with a variety of gasps, thunderstruck expressions and cries of his name.
"And such a pretty fuckin' pussy."
Awestruck, your hand flies down towards his arms as he tries to sneak his pointer towards your puffy clit, his breath hot against your neck at one particular squeeze of your pussy.
His mind is running a thousand miles per hour with each slippery sound your sloppy hole generates, and each time he catches a glimpse of your fucked out face, his hips stutter.
Your cunt is gushing out those sweet, slick, glistening juices shimmering in the scope of the camera, and he swears he can hear your sweet essence flooding out, coating almost the entirety of his lower half.
God, he's gonna lose it.
How couldn't he? How can he possibly keep his cocky facade when you're caging his poor sensitive cock head in the depths of your tunnel? Exactly, there's no way.
"C'monnn, I know you can do it. Wanna watch this later and see my girl goin' all out."
Teasing fingers sneak towards your breast, twisting your neglected nipple to get a rise out of you, snickering at your desperate gasps.
There's no way for you to even try to bite back on his remarks when he's fucking you so good, not leaving one single spot on and in your body untouched, the only thing holding him back is his right hand holding the phone.
"Ya can do that for me, right?" The camera is wobbly in his hold as he grows impatient, clenched thighs snapping against your ass in vigor. Even with you on top of him, you are like putty in his hands, suffering from his powerful thrusts up against you, forcing his squirting head up to kiss your cervix.
Close. You're so damn close.
The crack in his voice goes unnoticed by you as you're eyes scrunch shut, fist clenching on his wrist at the overwhelming feeling of his prominent veins rubbing up against your walls. "M-mhmm!"
He's quick, gifting the side your fleshy thigh with a sharp strike of his hand. "Good fuckin' girl." The grip on the device becomes stiff, his balls clenching tightly, begging to pump you full of his seed.
Hiding his face in the crook of your neck he plasters it with open-mouthed kisses, his unsteady breathing causing goosebumps on your skin.
"Uh huhhh, just- hahhh, just a little longer, pretty." His bulky cock slides against your walls, the friction so good that it's almost unbearable.
The tight pressure building up inside your heat grows intense, causing your breath to quicken and your body to tremble, surely causing the camera in his hand to shake as you desperatly claw at his arms for stability.
"Gumoooo!" Your rough whimper rings his ears, fierce eyes snapping up to meet your face. "Shhhh I know, I know. Give it to me. Let me see."
His rushed voice echoes in excitement, eyes brightening as his gaze flickers between your face and the camera, making sure to capture you falling apart on top of him.
Your body jerks, back arching off his chest once he hits the bullseye inside of you. There go stars bursting behind your eyelids as the all-consuming pleasure crashes over you. Every syllable, every sound was pulled from your ragged, desperate bursts.
Trying to escape from the immense pleasure, your thighs clasp together only to be forced apart by his strong hand with an annoyed scoff. "Don't you dare. I gotta see you. All of you."
The hold he has on the phone is surprisingly steady—scarily, even. As if it were propped up somewhere, completely stone-solid, capturing every detail visible. From the saliva dripping down your chin all the way down to your stuffed pussy with his cum oozing out of-
Wait, when did he?-
"F-fuuuuuck!"
Exposed tattooed neck on full display as he throws his head back, his voice raising an octave higher, and if he wouldn't be having an intense orgasm right now, he might've been embarrassed at the ridiculous change in his tone. But not now.
Not when your pussy is struggling to hold onto his pulsating cock, strings of his cum dripping out of your hole, not when your shaking thighs lock around his calves in a desperate attempt to steady your slumping body, and especially not when your arm forces his head down to your level to tangle him in a nastiest, sloppiest kiss imaginable.
"Would you look at that mess", he's out of breath, gasping almost with his chest heaving, calming himself from his reached high, tightly holding your slumping body against his.
The camera is tossed behind you onto the soft sheets, his eyes taking in the sight before him in the mirror. With his absent mind, he spreads your puffy lips apart, your saturated heat packed full of his inches.
A breathless chuckle rushes against your neck, his chin resting on your shoulder and your eyes locking in the mirror; he's whispering in a low tone.
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