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fukurodaze · 4 years ago

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pairing: suna rintarou x fem!reader genre: flangst wc: 3.2k warnings: cursing!!, uncomfy vibes, it’s the ‘good friend but shitty boyfriend’ type beat synopsis: inarizaki high’s second year trip to kyoto is infamous for its many rendezvous. you just happen to want to follow the trend.

special thanks to kei @keistays for beta reading! ily <3

LISTEN TO: gimme love - joji; cool girl - dodie; bags - clairo

“hey.” your hands are shoved in your coat pockets, your boots hitting against the asphalt as a small puff of smoke escapes your mouth. you meet him at the back entrance of the inn.

he looks up from his phone. “oh, hey. let’s go.”

his shoulders are lax, but his feet tell you otherwise. he scurries along the street, then stops to wait for your slower footsteps. the stoplight is green, but he doesn’t mind waiting for you.

you don’t say anything as he looks at you with tired eyes, a light red across his cheeks. you wish it wasn’t so cold - maybe then you’d know if it was you who had that effect on him.

the light is red now, and you feel your heart pound in your chest as you stand beside him, eyes flickering every now and then to check his blank face.

“where are we going again?” you inhale a bit of the cold air, nuzzling your face into the thick scarf around your neck.

“kamo river.”

“can we walk along gion too?”

suna shrugs. he tells you, “sure. whatever you want.”

the cars are less at night. only the bright green-yellow-red of traffic lights and the faraway warm glow of street lamps stay behind. kyoto’s beautiful, you think. you wish you could hang around for hours here with suna without a care for anyone else.

as soon as you two cross the first road, he lets out a sigh of relief. you then see him chuckle, almost silently. the sight of it makes you smile.

“are you hungry?” he asks.

“we can get snacks, maybe.” you’re caught off-guard at his sudden change of demeanour. or maybe you just don’t know him enough yet.

you’ve had so many questions about this boy for so long, and now that you’re here in kyoto with him - when you’re not allowed to be out, nonetheless - you’re not sure where you stand with him.

you were introduced to suna rintarou as osamu’s friend and the notorious middle blocker of the school volleyball team. you’re friends with the girls on the cheer squad - the same ones who would always teeter between the lines of friendship and romance with some of the boys on the school's sports teams. you only know the middle blocker by association. your interactions were limited to random glances as you brought your math paper down the room and the rare hello’s when you’d pass by his desk in the morning.

there was also the one time when the volleyball club planned a birthday surprise for suna and just had to assign you the role of the “distraction” because you weren’t in any “important clubs.” firstly, ouch, and second, why you?

yet it seemed like suna didn’t have a problem as you awkwardly approached him on the morning of his seventeenth birthday, seeing as osamu had weirdly been absent on his best friend’s birthday.

suna talked to you like a friend, and though he seemed uninterested in you at first, you made sure to spare him the purple chuupets from the canteen, telling him that you’d rather have the white ones instead.

you didn’t really think it was a coincidence when he left you three white chuupets on your desk on valentines day. so when you texted him about it, he gladly told you they were from him. since then, there always seemed to be an elephant that entered the room whenever you were with him.

it didn’t bother you at first, but as text conversations run late and a fluttering feeling in your chest arose, there’s a question that repeats itself in your head.

you heard it the most when he texted you tonight, telling you he couldn’t sleep, and judging from the way you had stayed up until the crack of dawn texting him on multiple occasions, it only felt right for him to ask you. you told him to meet you outside, discreetly, at half past midnight, when the teachers had stopped patrolling.

suna rintarou only texts you when nobody else is awake. suna rintarou only smiles at you after the first crosswalk, when you’re further away from the inn.

but suna rintarou also follows your every word with a question. suna rintarou also gave you, only you, something for valentine’s.

the question still stands: what are we?

the convenience store is no different to any of the ones back in hyogo. bright saturated colours and white fluorescent lights make you squirm in your almost sleepy daze. but your heart beats so fast and your skin is so cold that you’ve convinced yourself that sleep is not an option.

suna’s arm brushes yours as you two walk through the aisles, and he reaches for the warm drinks.

“we’re going to be walking some distance to the gion. better not have you fall asleep.”

you pick out a pack of chips from the shelf, and you raise your eyebrows at him, silently asking him if he wanted any. he nods, and you take four.

suna offers to carry the shopping bags as you two begin your little adventure through the city, wary of the closed shops and dark alleyways but enamoured by the old town nonetheless. you’re not surprised to be the one leading the conversation, seeing as he had always been the one to listen. but you notice how he hums with every interjection, how he laughs with every sarcastic remark, and how he makes sure to look at you whenever you tell him something about yourself that he didn’t know before.

when he speaks, there’s always a quiet attentiveness to him, suddenly so interested in the most useless topics and rambles you would otherwise think he’d dismiss. you notice how he tries to prolong any and all dialogue, like silence was to be untouched. you like it.

“hey, y/n,” the two of you stop and what seems to be the umpteenth red light, the area lined with closed shops and a late market just around the corner.

he turns to you, and you look at him “yeah?”

he hands you a can of coffee. you take it, confused, and he tells you, “it’s warm. could you just hold it for now?”

a shy smile creeps onto your face, and you nod slowly. he’s sweet, isn’t he?

you watch as puffs of cold air run out of his mouth, his voice low and mellow. when you think about it, you don’t really know him. you don’t know what he likes, you don’t know how he feels, you don’t know what makes him laugh or cry.

but you want to know. you want to know everything about him.

yet, there’s doubt tugging at your heartstrings that tells you he won’t let you. (you ignore it.)

"how was your trip?” suna asks.

‘you are my trip,’ you want to tell him, having secretly anticipated his asking you out. inarizaki’s second-year class trip to kyoto was infamous for its midnight rendezvous, where people would confess and go on dates in the freedom of an ancient city before the pressure of exams in the third year would temporarily keep everyone’s love lives on hold - at least that’s what you’ve heard. though you had told yourself they were only rumours, you can’t help but grin to yourself at the idea of a late night adventure with suna.

now, as you look down at the little can of coffee in your hands, you find that they were never just rumours.

“my group went to so many shrines...” you say, “at some point it just became the same thing over and over again, and the souvenirs just had to get more and more expensive. it was pretty, though.”

suna exhales through his nose, “all my group did was eat.”

you chuckle, “that’s to be expected when you’re with miya osamu.”

“i got good pictures, though.”

“oh? can i see?”

suna stops to shuffle his phone out of his coat pocket and hands it to you. he unlocks it in your hand, and you tell yourself to keep quiet at the brush of his large hands around yours.

it’s between your shock and his photos that you’re given a glimpse of the rest of his phone before you’re scrolling through a gallery of photos. for a second, you’re close to complimenting him on their beauty - you take it back when you click on the first one you see.

“suna, these are all blurry.” you deadpan jokingly.

“wasn’t my fault we were running all the time.”

you giggle, “why were you running?”

“for some reason class two and class one have overlapping routes, so the twins met.”

you nod in acknowledgement, “they don’t ever stop, do they.”

you click away from the pictures app and instead go onto the camera. he’s off talking about something funny that happened today, and as you laugh along with him, you snap a few (many) low quality pictures of you both from below, and then a video, just barely tilting the phone so that the underside of his head is visible in frame. you hope he’ll see them later - maybe even keep them in his gallery, you know, for keepsake.

you hand his phone back to him, “here.”

he sees your little grin and questions it, but he pockets his phone and continues speaking.

you start to wonder if you’re dreaming when he holds your hand.

the air is colder when you two are seated along the kamo river.

“do you think we’ll get caught sneaking out?” suna says. you reckon it’s the first time you’ve seen him talk so much and so enthusiastically all at once.

you shrug, snickering, “i think we already have. they just don’t care because everyone goes out anyways.”

“nights of romantic rendezvous, they say.” he turns his head to you, a ghost of a smirk evident on his lips.

though you give a playful push to his shoulder, you scoot even closer.

“doesn’t that make us one of them?” you cringe at the question. you find your body turning to him, and it seems like he’s doing the same.

are we going too fast?

you don’t miss his mouth parting and his eyes staring at your lips. you can hear him breathe - he’s so close.

you hesitate a little; a lot. you succumb to small looks over his shoulder and quick glances back at the water until your mind starts to wander off into uncertainties and questions you don’t even know how to answer - because you can’t. you ponder why you’ve never really heard him laugh before tonight; if he’s keeping close to you because he wants your warmth or just simply hates the cold; why you find yourself second-guessing the moment you’ve wanted to happen since valentine’s day.

although your head is loud, your surroundings are quiet. then it becomes a matter of head and heart.

so you listen to your heart.

you want to kiss him, and that is what you know. the hunches and hesitations in your head aren’t concrete - at least not yet.

slowly, little by little, you let his lips collide with yours, closing the space in between. it’s cold and dry, yet the feeling is enough to enshroud you in a blanket of warmth. it’s short, as you expected, like a prolonged peck. you still feel a tingling sensation on your lips afterwards.

it’s then, for a fleeting moment, that you start to think that maybe you could find comfort in this fluttering feeling.

“have you seen anyone else going out?” suna asks like nothing happened.

you shake your head, “mina-chan snuck out with ayane-chan, and i think sakuragi-san with hirai-san... but that’s all i know.”

suna’s eyes widen at the mention of your friend, ayane. not that he cares about her, of course. he clears his throat.

“ayane? dating mina?”

“all the girls think they’re dating, but i guess it seems like a friendship for others.”

you inhale the cold air, and you feel yourself starting to regret the mention of her name. “i know ayane’s been out for a while. i’m glad that everyone’s been so accepting, too. she seems so lively all the time.”

suna’s eyes bottom into a sullen gaze, “yeah, ayane. i’m happy for her too.”

you snicker, “could’ve said that with more enthusiasm, no?”

suna shrugs, “we’re- yeah.”

perhaps he does care about her.

but suna stops himself as his eyes meet yours, “anyways, i bet sakuragi and hirai just wanna find a love hotel.”

you reply with a laugh.

“and i think akagi’s getting close to someone lately.”

you take a sip of your coffee, “really?”

“yeah,” suna zips up his coat tightly, “shit, it’s cold...”

you agree with him.

despite suna’s conscious efforts, conversation dies out when it’s meant to die. whether it be the tens of questions swimming in your head, the hundreds of i-told-you-sos that play in your mind, or the biting wind, you know neither of you can’t stall anymore.

it’s so pathetic, you think. you just kissed this boy and now you don’t know if it’s the coffee or his lips because the truth leaves a bitter taste in your mouth.

“suna, what are we?”

he doesn’t answer. he doesn’t even do so much as to react to your words, like if he prayed your words away, you never said them. his eyes bear holes into the ground, skimming through a mental encyclopaedia of answers he could form without hurting your feelings.

it’s then that the distance between you and him feels as wide as the river. it’s two in the morning, and you find yourself hugging your own legs instead of hugging him.

it feels like betrayal, almost.

not that he betrayed you; more like you betrayed yourself. in truth, you were tired of chuupets, always fighting your sleepiness when he texted you late at night, willing to put up with his shit talk behind everyone else’s backs.

yet you still worried that your legs wouldn’t look just right to him in the jeans you wore tonight.

you take a bag of chips from the shopping bag with snacks you two had splurged on earlier. it makes a quick pop as you open it, and suna hears a crunching sound beside him, away from his peripheral vision.

he’s frozen when you reach the bag out to him, offering him a chip. you’re relaxed, he thinks, even after asking that. it’s okay, he tells himself.

suna still shakes his head in decline and takes another sip from his convenience store coffee. he braces himself, because it’s only now that he’s realised the mess he’s put himself into.

“we’re-” he pauses.

you take another chip in your mouth, savouring its saltiness as you inwardly flinch at his hesitation.

suna takes a deep breath, “i mean, not everyone who goes out is-”

you see it now; you should’ve listened to your head.

“it’s ayane, isn’t it?” you brush it off. all of it.

he’s unmoving, not daring to even blink. but he opens his mouth to speak.

“i wanted it to be you.”

you want to laugh at him. at least he didn’t deny any of it.

“but it’s not, right?” you shake your head, bitter chuckles falling from your mouth, “and you have no choice because she likes girls, huh.”

“i’m sorry. i fucked up.”

you know you can’t cry, but you sure as hell would like to. maybe then he’d really feel bad about it, after knowing so well even back when he’d given you sweets on valentine’s that you were just a compromise.

“yeah, you did,” you pick at the grass around your soles, “what was even more fucked up is that i still thought i had a chance.”

“i still care about you.”

you exhale, hating the words that fall from his mouth. “of course you do! i’m your friend, osamu’s friend, ayane’s friend.”

you hate that you can’t hate him. you hate that you can’t hate how you genuinely get along with him, how his laughter and words hold no lies, how he’s honest with you. but that doesn’t change the way you hate how he’s led you on - and how you let him.

“is that why you were so smiley and eager tonight? because you were trying so hard to ‘win me over’ so you could forget about her?”

suna sighs. he needs to say something, he tells himself, because it’s only starting to sink in that he might even lose you as a friend. he kissed you, damn it, and held your hand, and asked you out on what everyone calls a date.

what a ‘friend’, huh?

“i’m so sorry.”

you wish he could at least say more. you feel a slash of anger, and though it stops quickly, you make a jab at him.

“you’re too lazy with your words. too lazy with your feelings.”

silence.

“i wanted to be wrong, but,” you shrug, “turns out you have a few things to work out yourself.”

his shoulders fall even lower, “i’ll stay out of your sight. i’m sorry.”

you laugh again, bitterly. your feet bring themselves to stand, and you decide to take the shopping bag and hug it. you think it’d look funny from afar, but you know it’s only to fill the hollow feeling in your chest and the burning embarrassment on your cheeks.

you look back at him, and his eyes are full of worry. they’re so wide that you almost feel flattered at his display of regret. you know he regrets it. you know osamu’s going to beat him up for it. you know the cheerleaders will talk about it. but you’ve forced all your focus on the bags of chips you’re holding and the feeling of a soft mattress back at the inn. the plan to gion is long forgotten.

suna stands up immediately, shoving his hands into his coat pockets, just trailing behind as you make no effort to slow down. you only speed up, briskly walking through the streets you remember from tonight.

you even cross the road on different green lights.

you don’t wait for him. not anymore.

the inn is a fresh breath of heated air, the reception dark and the stairs creaky. you tiptoe every inch of the way, not once looking back.

eventually, when you reach your room, you slide the door open, seeing nothing but your friend’s nightlight. you take care to place the bag of snacks in a corner of the room, hidden yet still available for any of your roommates to see. you’re quick to shed your coat and change into the gym clothes everyone’s been wearing since dinner, sliding into your futon and forcing your eyes closed like you hadn’t just drank an entire can of coffee.

you don’t cry, you don’t sob, you simply lay there. now you want to laugh at yourself, for knowing that something definitely was wrong, but having too big of a hopeful pride to even consider it.

your hands crinkle the thick futon and bring it up to your neck as you curl yourself up. warm. not electric nor addictive, just comfortable.

you wanted electric.

you wanted to take back all your words and ignore everything because he kissed you and held your hand and waited for you at the crosswalk, only for you to be some replacement for someone he can’t be with. it makes you wonder if he thought of her when he kissed you.

you hear the creaking of the wood boards and two voices. you know that it’s other people returning from their own little kyoto dates. their voices are high and squeaky and one of them had whispered something that you could hear three rooms away.

it stings even more. too bad.

“fucking embarrassing,” you mutter under your breath, turning in your futon, “so fucking embarrassing.”

you’ll tell osamu that you’ll be hanging out with the kids in class 3 for a while. you’ll ask your friends to save a seat for you on the train tomorrow. you’ll make sure to give away the snacks to everyone later. it’ll be a hassle, but you’ll do what you have to do.

at least you can let yourself sleep now.

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mspufflehuff · 4 years ago

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Maybe Kids Aren’t So Bad

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x plus size!reader

Summary: Y/N and Bucky have been dancing around their feelings for a while now. They decide to get out of the tower and go to the store. They happen to pass by some kids who are fans of the avengers.

Word Count: 2.3k words

Warnings: Mentions of kidnapping, torture, nightmares, and lots of fluff.

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Author’s Note: I saw lots of people liked my first fanfic! Soon after I saw people liked the first one, I started writing this one. I hope you all enjoy it because I sure did. Have a great day everyone who reads this! (gif below is not mine!!)

"Does someone wanna go with me to go grocery shopping?" you asked the others in the tower as you stood behind the island. Everyone had been awake for about 15 minutes and almost all of them were eating in the kitchen. A few of them didn't hear you as you didn't say it very loudly. Tony told you he had things to do, just like him. Thor and Natasha said they had to train today and go to a mission briefing. Steve apologized and told you he had to finish and turn in the report for the mission he got back from yesterday.

Soon Bucky walked into the kitchen. He looked like he hadn't been sleeping, which you knew very well since you could hear him at night through the walls. You wanted to comfort him but you were nervous since you didn't know him all that well to begin with. He had arrived at the tower a few months ago and was very quiet with everyone except Steve.

You couldn't deny that he was an attractive man. You also had a soft spot for him since you knew what it was like to be alone and scared in some type of lab that kept you against your will. You had been abducted when you were a teen and had been taken to some type of scary lab where you were injected with chemicals. The scientist had given you powers that allowed you to control the plants around you. You could harness energy from them and control them by will.

You could understand Bucky's nightmares and feel the pain in the sound of his screams at night. You used to have those same screams and nightmares but learned to keep them from keeping you up at night. You had started meditating, talking to people, training to release all your anger, finding hobbies that distracted you, and even simple things such as writing it down to then burn the paper you wrote it on.

You watched as he sat down at one of the island chairs. Most of the avengers had already left the room by the time he sat down. You looked at him and gave him a soft smile. "Morning, Bucky. Would you like some coffee?" you asked him in a soft voice, watching his ocean blue eyes move across your form. "Yes, please…" he replied in a tired but sweet voice. You grabbed the mug he used most of the time and filled it with coffee. He watched how you got everything right about his coffee, down to how much he would naturally fill it.

He was surprised and yet amazed you paid that much attention to him. "Here you go." You handed Bucky his coffee, and he grabbed it with his right hand, gently grazing your fingers as he held the handle. He watched your eyes when your hands grazed. He thought he saw something there sparkling in your eyes but wasn't sure as you turned away to get him something to eat. You turned to grab him something to eat as well as to hide your light blush from your fingers grazing.

You took another minute to turn back around so the blush could cool from your cheeks. Handing him a protein bar, you picked up the cup of tea you had made yourself earlier. "I wanted to ask if you wanted to get out of the tower and go to the grocery store with me?" Bucky looked into your eyes as he thought about if he was up for it. He had to think not because it was you, but because he was scared of people seeing him and running. He hardly left the tower unless it was for missions or on the off chance he needed clothes to wear.

"Sure, Y/N. I think that would be good. It's a nice day out, and we can hang out together as we don't normally hang out." He spoke with a soft smile on his lips, taking another drink from his coffee. You smiled happily and nodded towards him. "Alright then! It's a date! I'll let you eat, and I have to do a few things before we go out. I'll meet you in the lobby around 12?" you asked, walking towards the end of the island, making your way to the hallway. "It's a date.' Bucky agreed and smiled back, watching you walk off.

~Time Skip~

It had been about an hour since Y/N and Bucky said they would meet up in the lobby for their 'date'. You had been nervously pacing around your room after you heard the word date fell off of Bucky's lips. You didn't know what to do or wear. Well, you had an idea of what you would wear, but would it make you weird? Finally, you decided on a cute sundress since it was sunny and warm outside. You fixed your hair, put on light makeup (or no makeup if you don't wear any), and picked out your comfy pair of vans. Looking at yourself in the mirror, you let out a sigh and thought you were trying too hard to look cute for Bucky. "Why am I dressing like we are actually going on a date?" You asked yourself aloud and towards the mirror.

You grabbed your phone and looked at the time, grabbing your small purse while walking out the door. Making your way to the elevator, Bucky stepped out of his room in a pair of comfy clothes. He was wearing a navy blue shirt with some light blue jeans. He tried to look nice like you did. He had brushed his hair back some and looked relaxed. He soon noticed you and gave you a smile, the one that usually melts you into a puddle.

"Oh hey, Doll… Wow You look so pretty…" he tells you softly as you walk up towards him. "You look pretty handsome yourself." you replied, shyly smiling as you both walked towards the elevator. "I have a list on my phone of what we need to get for everyone. I was also thinking of cooking and baking tonight for everyone." you told Bucky as you turned on your phone. "What were you planning on cooking?" he asked, pressing the button for the lobby.

"Hmm… I don't know just yet. I was thinking of making something called Beef Tripe soup. It's a famous dish in Romania, and I've always wanted to travel to Romania, or well anywhere that isn't here in the United States." You rambled a little as you rode the elevator with Bucky. "Sorry... I love to cook and bake. I grew up baking and cooking with my mom before I was kidnapped." You smiled as you reminisced about your memories with your mother. "Doll, it's ok. You can ramble to me. I enjoy hearing from you talking about food and different recipes." He then took in the last sentence that you were kidnapped. Steve had briefly mentioned you had been kidnapped but never went any further than that. "If you don't mind me asking, how were you kidnapped?" He was curious but didn't want to bring up any painful memories the kidnapping had created for you.

"Well, I was at home and working on homework for school, boring, I know." You chuckled and thought back to it. "I remember sitting at my desk and having my earbuds in. I realized it was around maybe 10 pm, and I was hungry for a small snack. So, I went downstairs with my earbuds still in my ears. As I made my way to the kitchen, I felt someone or something looking at me. I turned around to see a guy in all black. He ran towards me before I could scream for help. He knocked me out and took me to this disgusting lab, had me strapped on an old medical operating table."

Bucky listened to you, pissed beyond belief that someone kidnapped a random girl from her house. Let alone the fact that you were only a teenager when you got kidnapped, which made his blood boil. You continued, not noticing Bucky's face. "For years, he would test on me, come up with new experiments and chemicals to put into my body. Finally, one day after he said he found 'the perfect formula,' he tested it on me. After hours of being in excruciating pain, I found out that I could control plants… There was a weed growing in front of the small window he kept in his lab. It was the only window that had access to sunlight. I remember him beating me, and as I was begging him to stop, the plant grew larger as if it felt my pain and came to help me."

"It kept growing as he kept beating me into submission so he could test more chemicals on me. After what felt like an hour of beating me up, the plant managed to become this massive accumulation of weeds, flowers, leaves, and any other plant material it could find. It made its way to the man and wrapped around him, pulling him away from me. The plants started strangling him. He eventually lost consciousness and once the plant realized he was passed out, it started wilting slowly and soon died. You could say my pain was what caused the plants to save me."

Bucky was watching you in awe, though he seemed upset (at the man, never you) at your story. "Wow, Doll… I can't believe that happened to you. I'm so sorry." he told you, and you gently took his metal arm and held his hand, smiling softly up at him. "Thank you, Buck. I really appreciate it. It took some time to get over it and the pain of the nightmares, but I'm stronger than I used to be because of it." You let go of his hand when the elevator dinged to let you know you made it to the lobby.

You both walked out of the elevator and to the grocery store that was around the block. You walked in casual silence and grabbed a shopping cart once you entered the small store. Bucky helped you get everything on the list and a few ton of other things you didn't really need but was requested by the other avengers. After what felt like a long time, you and Bucky finally finished shopping and headed towards the checkout section.

As you and Bucky made your way over to the checkout section, you both heard soft gasps from behind you. You both then heard whispering that sounded like it belonged to some children. "Is that really him, Charlie?!" "It has to be Dante!!" Soon, the sound of running could be heard coming from behind you and Bucky. You looked towards Bucky to see if he heard it as well. He had. As you both turned around, you saw two young kids that looked to be around 6 or 7, running towards you both.

The two kids, Charlie and Dante, you assumed, stopped in front of you. They look up with awe on their faces at you and Bucky. "Mr. Winter Soldier??" The little boy asks Bucky with a bright smile on his face. "Uh.. yes?" he asks as he moves to stand on one knee before the little boy. "Can I have your autograph?? Please, Mr. Winter Soldier! You're my favorite superhero!!" Bucky was taken back at the boy's words. "O-oh sure!" He was excited that a young child wanted his autograph after everything he's done as the winter soldier. He grabbed a piece of paper and a pen, writing Dante a note before signing it.

Bucky handed Dante the note with a smile. Immediately after he gave Dante the signed paper, Dante gave Bucky a big hug. "Thank you so much, Mr. Winter Soldier!!" Dante told him happily and ran over to his mom. Charlie was talking with Y/N the whole time Bucky was with Dante. "Ms. Y/L/N?" She shyly asked you while tugging on your dress lightly. "Yes, hun?" you asked with a smile and moved down to her eye level. "Are you Mr. Winter Soldier's girlfriend?" You blushed dark, and your eyes widened at Charlie's words.

"Uh… well, that's a complicated sweetheart. Maybe one day." you tell Charlie, and she smiles brightly and squeals, running off to her mom and brother. Bucky, thankfully, didn't hear you tell Charlie you hoped to be his girlfriend one day. After you talked with the kids, you paid for all your groceries and walked back to the tower.

"Hey, Doll?" Bucky asked, looking at you as you walked beside each other on the street. "Yes, Bucky?" you replied, glancing at him before turning your head to look in front of you. "What did that little girl ask you? I heard her say something, but I couldn't make it out." he asked you curiously, having wondered since they left the grocery store a few minutes ago. "Oh yeah. She did ask me something.." you said softly as you kept walking, not telling him as you were scared he wouldn't like you back.

"Y/N, was it something bad? Something that made you think of past memories?" He stopped you in the middle of the sidewalk, gently grabbed your hand. "No, no, Bucky, I promise! It's just… embarrassing…" He tilted his head like a confused puppy looking at you. You took a minute before you let out a sigh. "She asked me… if I was your girlfriend." You looked away for a second before looking back at him.

"Oh... " he mumbled out softly and looked away from your gaze. You were scared that he would reject you, but you had no time to react as he said, "Well, would you like to be?" Your eyes widened, and you blinked a few times. It took you a minute to come back with a response. You soon found yourself smirking, asking him, "Why don't you take me on a date first, Barnes?" You took your hand out of his and walked into the Avengers tower, feeling confident in yourself. As you left Bucky on the sidewalk to walk into the tower, you heard an excited Barnes exclaim, "Finally!" You giggled as you continued into the tower.

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archetype-online-blog · 6 years ago

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Crash Course in Dialogue, Part I

Writers tend to stress a character’s actions as the most important way to show who they are, but creating effective, interesting dialogue is just as important to a great story. Good dialogue can illustrate interpersonal relationships, reveal fears characters don’t even know they have, show development, and so much more. At the same time—and maybe more importantly—bad dialogue sticks out like a sore thumb, making readers uncomfortable and unwilling to get invested in your narrative. Your prose might be amazing, but if your characters can’t communicate, it’s going to put people off.

But never fear! Here are a few handy tricks to writing amazing dialogue that will get your characters saying what they mean or misdirecting like a pro, all while drawing your reader successfully into the story.

Creating Unique Voices

When you start writing dialogue, one of the most important things to keep in mind is that your characters should all sound different from one another. Just based on their words alone, a reader should be able to tell whether your character’s personality is bubbly or gloomy, if they feel comfortable with the people around them, if they’re in pain, what kind of education they have, and so much more. You want these factors to be unique for each character, even if they were raised together or come from a similar background.

A great test is to write down only the spoken part of your dialogue, without any speech tags (he said/she said, etc.). Does each character sound distinct? Can you tell whose lines are whose just based on what they say, without the surrounding context clues?

If not, try some of the techniques below. There are so many ways to say the same thing differently—and reveal your characters’ history, personality, and quirks at the same time!

Techniques

Using lots of big words like abysmal, paramount, satiate, ubiquitous, etc.

This can make a character sound more educated, imply a wealthier upbringing, or show the care he puts into communicating. Or, it can make him sound pretentious, and become a trait that annoys your other characters. Just be careful your character doesn’t come off like a weirdo carrying around a thesaurus in their pocket (unless that’s what you’re going for, of course!)

Character 1: His rant was just the shameful rambling of a crazy old man. Character 2: The display was simply the ignominious drivel of a deranged geriatric man.

Using clipped speech—only a few words at a time, monosyllabic answers

Quiet characters, characters who don’t like their companions, characters who are in pain, and characters with something to hide might not want to have long conversations where they bare their soul to others.

Character 1: I really don’t think so. I’m sure I’d remember an intense reaction like that. Character 2: No.

Using terms of endearment or pet names—babe, sweetheart, bro, dude, pal

Depending on how these are used, your character can come across as warm and fuzzy, sarcastic, flirty, or evil and taunting.

Bonus: if your character is angry or distracted, they can leave off the pet names they usually call their friends. This is a good way to reveal to a reader—and other characters—that something fishy is up.

Character 1: Can you toss me that pencil? Character 2: Hey babe, be a sweetie and toss me that pencil? Character 3: Uh, that’s my pencil, pal. Character 4: Toss me that pencil, bro!

Speaking formally versus informally with contractions

Is your character uncomfortable around present company? Are they trying to act extremely professional to prove they’re qualified for their job, or still recovering from a strict, affectionless upbringing? If so, making their speech more formal can help convey what’s going on.

Character 1: Admittedly, I have been wondering much the same thing. I will look into it. Character 2: Yeah, I’ve been wondering that too. I’m gonna check it out.

Swearing

Depending on context, characters who curse can sound meaner, rougher, cooler, more laid-back, and even funnier than the people around them who don’t.

When using curse words, be aware of your audience. If you’re writing for kids or younger teens, you may get some pushback.

Remember that these words are sometimes at their most powerful when they’re not overused. When your sweet character finally snaps and mutters something really strong under her breath, you’ll know she’s at the end of her rope.

Think of Simon finally confronting Martin in the movie Love, Simon—if Leah (who swears all the time in the book’s sequel) told Martin to f*ck off, it wouldn’t have anywhere near the same impact.

And yet, in The Raven Cycle by Maggie Stiefvater, Ronan’s glee at swearing is one of the things that sets him apart from the more polite Gansey and Adam.

Try this:

Sit in a public place where people talk—a coffee shop, a food court at the mall, a break at school—and listen to a conversation. Write down what you hear—every little um or ah, pronunciations, pauses, stutters, repetitions. How do words, fillers, and phrases shape the distinct voices of the people you’re listening to?

Using Accents and Dialects

Another great way to make characters sound different is to give them accents or let them speak in dialects. If your character is from the South, he’d have a Southern drawl; if she’s from the India, she’s not going to sound like your classmates from Connecticut. But how can you capture a voice like that without making your writing sloppy or distracting (or exaggerating it into an offensive caricature)? Passages like the following, from Huckleberry Finn, certainly take a lot of concentration to read:

“Oh, Huck, I bust out a-cryin’ en grab her up in my arms, en say, ‘Oh, de po’ little thing! De Lord God Amighty fogive po’ ole Jim, kaze he never gwyne to fogive hisself as long’s he live!’ Oh, she was plumb deef en dumb, Huck, plumb deef en dumb—en I’d ben atreat’n her so!”

A general rule, using features other than phonetic spelling to show how characters speak differently can communicate the same information in a less distracting way:

Diction/word choice: Taylor from New York eats fries for lunch and chips as a snack, but Henry from London eats chips for lunch and crisps from the vending machine during his break at work.

Syntax/word order: Someone whose native language is English will likely say “the brown shoes” or “the white fence,” but if your heroine was born in France and learned English not long ago, she might say “I was wearing my shoes which are brown” or “the fence that is white stands behind the house”

Idioms: Different places have different expressions that mean more than what they look like. While you’d say you’re “buttering someone up,” someone who speaks Spanish might say they’re “stroking his beard.” Research idioms that would be a natural part of your character’s speech—or, make up your own!

Some phonetic spellings and slang, every once in a while, do a great job of signaling a continuing accent: s’pose, ain’t, ya, dahlin’. But if what you’ve written takes any amount of real concentration to decode, it’s going to be annoying, not helpful or cool. In other words, if your main character has a lisp, tharting every thentence like thith ith going to get really fruthtrating, really fatht. An’ writin’ an o’er-exaggera’ed Cockney accen’, owr a loooong Suthen draaaawl, is sure to get on your reader’s nerves as well.

If your protagonist’s baby sister with three lines has a lisp and says, “Thamantha, read me a thtory” or her great-auntie from Georgia bemoans, “Lawdy-me, it shaw is hawt in hea today” once in 300 pages, though, you’re probably good.

If you want an example of dialects and pronunciation done really well, check out the Chaos Walking series by Patrick Ness. Protagonist Todd Hewitt grew up in a primitive settlement and can’t read—while always completely understandable, he does say “ain’t” all the time, and occasionally throws in misspellings like “creacher” and “recognishun.” The sections narrated by his friend Viola are more grammatically correct, because while Todd was doing farm work, she was attending school. And people Todd meets with even less schooling than him talk like this: “Ah kin give y’all a ride thrus. If ya want.” (But these characters don’t pop up very often, so the style doesn’t become distracting—instead, it highlights the differences between outsiders and the protagonists.)

A note of caution:

Remember that African American Vernacular English, American Sign Language, and other variations/translations of English have their own complex rules. If you aren’t familiar with a dialect you’re writing, don’t just simplify standard English, throw in an extra “be,” or take out some helping verbs. If your character uses one of these, do some extra research to make sure your dialogue is accurate.

Include the Right Kind of Content

So now you’ve decided how your character talks—but what should they say? Here are a few things to avoid: small talk, excessive info dumps, drawn-out background information, and background conversations. (Like most rules of writing, these can and should be broken if you have a good reason, but in general, they can be helpful in moving a story along and keeping it interesting.)

Instead of the characters taking up valuable space and audience attention on pleasantries, focus on the real meat of the conversation. Alfred Hitchcock once said something to the effect of, “Drama is real life with all the boring parts cut out.” Which would you want to read about? A character describing her brunch of thick, fluffy pancakes to her mother in mouth-watering detail?* Or the moment she asks her mother for $500—the third time this month—to cover her outrageous credit card debts? As the writer, you have the privilege and responsibility to pick the important moments to pass on to the reader—the ones that are important to the plot later, that develop the characters, that are memorable and exciting. Be kind to them—and yourself—by carefully judging what’s worth everyone’s time.

This then gives you an opportunity to work something else essential into your conversation—conflict. It’s very hard to make a compelling conversation where each character agrees with everything said before them. Just because “yes, and” works for improv, doesn’t mean it’s the best strategy for dialogue in fiction—instead, put your characters against each other. If they have opposing goals, or even slightly different takes on a situation, you’ll be able to flush out both viewpoints and push them to an interesting breaking point much easier than if they simply build on whatever the other says.

It can also be tempting to save long, detailed explanations for dialogue—especially when it comes to worldbuilding in sci-fi or fantasy. If you have a physics professor who’s perfected time travel or an old witch who’s worked out everything about magic, it would be easy to give them a few pages to give the specifics to your clueless protagonist. But unless you can’t get your story to work any other way, try not to do this—long descriptions tend to end up pretty boring, and hard to follow and remember. Instead, let your reader pick up fewer details at a time from different people, or see how things work for themselves. In the first Harry Potter, Hagrid doesn’t explain everything about being a wizard to Harry—readers get to experience the many magical details firsthand through Harry’s eyes in Diagon Alley, and then later at Hogwarts.

*Note: If your character is a cook and criticizes the pancakes because he could obviously do better, or if she grew up in poverty and is promising her mother she’ll move back home and take her to brunch every morning once she gets one more paycheck, this is obviously fine. So is her describing how great she thought the pancakes were if it turns out they were actually poisoned, and next thing she knows she’s waking up from a 10-year coma. And so on... Find exciting exceptions!

Try this:

Listen to a scene from your favorite movie and think about what’s included and what’s not. Do both characters greet each other and ask how the other has been, or do they jump right into the deal they need to make? Does one character agree with everything the other says, or do they disagree frequently?

Have more questions about writing dialogue? Leave us comments for Part II, coming soon!

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Chocolates & Sickness - Bruce Banner x Reader

Title: Chocolates & Sickness

Pairing: Bruce Banner x reader (female)

Word count: 1437

Warnings: fluff

Summary: The reader is sick and bruce just wants to help, both of them not realising that the other person also had feelings for them. (damn i suck at summaries sorry lmao)

Authors note: ah okay first bruce banner fic im sooo sorry if he seems out of character, as well as Tony. anyway enjoyyy

"Bruce it's fine, you don't have to do that. I'm fine to stay here on my own for the day," you coughed harshly into the crook of your arm, as you sat on your couch in your pyjamas.

It's not that you didn't want bruce here with you, of course you did, you just didn't want him to waste his time on your useless self.

"I can look after myself, you know? I’m a grown woman," You crossed your arms, rubbing them trying to create some sort of heat as the room had grown chilly.

Suddenly a warm wooly blanket was softly placed over your body and Bruce stood above you, a concerning look spilled over his face.

"I'm happy to stay with you all day if i have to just to make sure you're alright, y/n. i don't think i could get any work done knowing that you were sick anyway." he said, his voice was so soothing you could just simply fall asleep to it.

You were an assistant of Doctor Banner's, SHIELD recruiting you to be his helping hand, along with Tony. And you being there also helped keep Bruce's nerves at bay whenever Tony wanted to vex him.

Feelings for the adorable dorky scientist started the day you walked into his lab, he was everything you could expect but more. You knew that he could turn into a green monster (though you never considered him to be a monster anyway) but that didn't stop anything. you loved both sides of him, inside out.

Tony of course knew you had feelings for his science bro, occasionally teasing you whenever bruce was out and threatening to tell him if you wouldn't. But those conversations always ended with him flying out of the lab before you knocked him flat on his ass.

You never built up the courage to tell him anyway, too afraid of him rejecting you.

"Shouldn't you be making sure Tony isn't doing something he shouldn't be in the lab? You can never be too careful leaving him on his own." You suggested, snuggling into the warmth of the blanket, softly humming. Bruce smiled as he watched you, before answering.

"i made sure Nat would look after him. I'm here for you and only you. Please just let me help, do you want anything? Tea, coffee, chocolate?" He suggested, trying to be of some use to help you as he rubbed at his wrists.

Your ears piped at the sound of chocolate and a small smile spread across your lips. You tucked half of your head under the blanket so only your eyes could be seen and nodded, Bruce chuckling at how cute you were in this moment.

"Can i have some chocolate please, Bruce, pleaseeee?" you softly said, before coughing once again.

"Of course, i'll be back in a few. don't you move," again you nodded and rolled onto your side, closing your eyes for a little nap.

God you were adorable, Bruce could hardly contain the feelings he had for you as he watched you before leaving your room for the shops.

"Hey, Bruce!" Bruce heard the voice of the billionaire come from down the hallway, as he came towards the elevator.

"Hey Tony," He replied, as he held open the elevator for his friend.

"Where you off too, shouldn't you be with your sick girlfriend?" Tony said, while pressing the floor he desired to go to.

"She isn't my girlfriend, but I'm getting y/n some chocolate it's the least i can do." He crossed his arms, looking everywhere but at Tony. Trying to keep the conversation short and sweet.

"Honestly bruce what's the problem with asking her out? You better quickly jump at the chance before i do, she's one-"

Before Tony could continue Bruce hit him square in the jaw.

Tony looked up holding onto his now bruising jaw to see Bruce's brown eyes change into a bright green.

"Don't worry green bean i'll give you another week." Tony stood up straight, patting him on the shoulder.

Thankfully the elevator door dinged signalling that it was Tony's floor.

"I suggest you keep away from me for today Tony," Bruce's eyes slowly faded back to it's normal colour as he tried to even out his breathes again.

"Not possible bud, i'll see you later," With a simple wave he walked out before spinning to face Bruce again.

"Go get her tiger," Tony clicked his fingers at him a wide grin across his face, before the elevator came to a close.

Bruce only shook his head, holding onto the railing calming himself back down.

After 15 minutes the scientist made his way back into your room. The bag containing the desired chocolates hanging from his wrists.

"I'm back. i- uh didn't know which chocolate you wanted so i grabbed a whole hea-" He stopped himself as he saw you softly snoring fast asleep on the couch, snuggled peacefully in your blanket.

He chuckled, slowly and softly sitting at the other end of the couch.

Of course the moment his weight sunk into the couch you woke up with a start, kicking your legs about hitting him straight in the nose.

"Ow!" he startled, falling backwards at the force of your kick.

"Oh my god, Bruce! i'm so sorry, oh my god," You jumped up despite how sick you felt, you went up to his side.

"I'm so sorry, I'm the worst when I'm awoken, oh my god did i hurt you?" You quickly said all in a heap, while you brought your hands to your mouth.

Bruce continued to rub at his reddening nose, waving his arm at you.

"no, no, don't worry y/n it's nothing I- I'm fine. I should've been mindful of you, I'm sorry for waking you." Bruce tried reassuring you, though you still didn't feel any better about your actions.

"I feel terrible, I'm so sor-"

"stop y/n, it's fine. here, i got a whole heap of chocolate, i'm sure it'll make you feel a little better and well-" He took his hand away from his face, blood now trickling from his nose that now covered his hand, you gasped feeling even more bad.

"-and hopefully my nose bleed." he laughed, though you sure weren't.

"Oh my god, i'll go get you a tissue." you got up quickly running to the bathroom to get a heap of toilet paper.

You ran back to bruce’s aid who was pinching his nose and held the toilet paper to it for him.

Bruce looked into your worried filled eyes as they searched his face. His cheeks flushed a light pink colour, he hadn't been this close to a woman in years, he prayed to god that you didn't notice it. Though while he was worrying about his cheeks flushing, you were too.

Your eyes then connected to his deep brown chocolate eyes, a long silence filled the air. though it wasn't awkward, it was... nice.

"Here i can do it," Bruce took the paper from you, your hands briefly touching. You felt like a quick shock suddenly flew through your hand, goose bumps forming slightly on your skin from the contact.

"Bruce, i- uh, how do i put this without instantly regretting my decisions?" You begun, taking your eyes away from his. You could hear your heart thumping through your ear drums.

"What is it?" He tenderly said, placing a hand on your thigh, again that shock that made your heart rate jump even more than it already was.

"I- uh, I've liked you for a while now, and i don't want to make things weird around us or anything but i just needed to tell you before i-" not that Bruce didn't love your ramblings or the sound of your beautiful voice, but he just had to kiss you right there and then.

The kiss was sweet and simple, that the both of you had been craving since day one. Your lips parted and you took a sharp breath in.

"Wow," You breathed out, touching your lips. Where Bruce's lips only touched moments before.

"i- i like you too, y/n," he confessed, grabbing a hold of your hand, looking into your deep beautiful e/c eyes.

"Bruce! Now you're going to get sick 'cause you kissed me!" you softly shoved at his chest, crossing your arms. again feeling even more terrible.

He only laughed sinking to the floor, off the couch, to look back at your face.

"I'm sure a little cold won't hurt me sweetheart, and trust me anything is worth it for you," And with that he placed another kiss on your pouted lips.

#the avengers #avengers #bruce banner #bruce banner x reader #the hulk #hulk #avengers x reader #mark ruffalo #mark ruffalo x reader #chris evans #robert downey jr #rdj #jeremy renner #chris hemsworth #tony stark #x reader #female reader #fluff #reader

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lovehotelreservation · 7 years ago

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The Get Laid Cafe [3/3]

Summary: With no more fake Olympic gold medals or fancy yakuza briefcases to sell, the disbandment of the Phantom Thieves has been tough on your wallet–and your heart. Thankfully, a gig at one of Tokyo’s most popular maid cafe has helped to fill the void in both.

That is, until four of your former fellow Phantom Thieves return home to attempt to convince you to consider a different occupation, if not just different clients.

Namely them.

Rating: NC-17

Series Pairing: Akechi/Akira/Reader/Ryuji/Yusuke

Chapter Pairing: Akechi/Akira/Reader/Ryuji/Yusuke

[Part 1]

[Part 2]

IT’S A BRAND NEW YEAR SO OF COURSE I’VE GOTTA TIE UP SOME LEWD LOOSE ENDS FROM AT LAST YEAR!!! THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH FOR YOUR PATIENCE, YOUR SUPPORT, YOUR FEEDBACK AND YOUR LOVE! This fic was truly among my greatest accomplishments thus far, showing how much I can achieve as a writer! It’s a thrill to have been able to create and follow through the vision I had in mind down to the finest detail, especially when I think of what future projects lie in store!

You all truly inspire me to continue growing as a writer, and much like every other piece I’ve written, it was the greatest of pleasures to write out and (at long last) share the entirety of this fic with you all!

And thus with all that said, here is the conclusion to this lewd little trilogy of mine! I hope you all enjoy!

P.S. I’d also like to give an immense amount of love and praise to my best friend and dearest beta reader, who has the patience of the saint to put up with my shenanigans and read through all the lewds I conjure up. I LOVE YOU MA

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A week after your reunion with Akira and Akechi, you stepped into work for your early opening shift to find complete and utter chaos.

"Sh-Sheeh?! A calling card from the Phantom Thieves?! I thought those brats were dissolved years ago!"

It was common for you to see Iyayo--the only other person that was around--at the cafe at this hour, especially when you were the one who helped prepare the space for opening hours.

What was not typical was her holding a painfully familiar looking card while she squealed and flailed around in an overdramatic manner--even more than she usually did.

"I-Iyayo?" You called out, alarmed as you stepped towards her, resisting the urge to snatch the card from her hands. "What are you--?"

"Read this!" She cried in horror, shoving the piece of laminated stock paper into your hands. "I found this in my office! They're after my hea~rt!"

You didn't need to be told twice.

O greedy temptress of heart, with lusts for the world Seeking pleasure by denying others theirs for value that is worthless We shall cast light onto your greed A void that only sinful intent can fulfill

Your knees were trembling. But not out of fear.

No.

This wasn't intended for Iyayo, despite how her shady business practices—including other ventures besides the maid cafe--would have certainly earned herself a calling card during the prime of the Phantom Thieves.

This was a direct message to you.

Your boss continued to shriek and throw herself around the cafe space, going on about calling the cops--no, calling the mayor--No! Calling the government! Considering how many other illegal activities and dealings she probably had gotten herself wound up in, you had a feeling this was her paranoia finally bursting forth from her heavily-guarded yet sleazy demeanor.

But you were the person to verify or deny the validity of the calling card. It was clear that this was the handiwork of Yusuke and Ryuji, the wording a collaboration between Akechi and Akira. Without even needing to call them over, you could easily think of a reasonable excuse to ease the fears of your boss.

However, by the message meant for you, by the actions of the four you were so enamored with:

You didn't want to confirm that it was a genuinely fake calling card.

Just as you lifted your head to speak to Iyayo over the situation, you heard her squeal out your name. "Apparently the Phantom Thieves are doing this on behalf of four broke boys who are big fans of yours?"

Your eyes grew wide. "W-What--?!"

Iyayo reached into her shirt, pulling out a folded white piece of paper from what you assumed was her bra. "I found this attached to the calling card when I went into my office!" This note was pushed into your hands as well. "The Phantom Thieves said they'll leave me alone if the whole cafe is reserved just for those four at absolutely no charge today, specifically requesting you as their maid!"

Your knees nearly gave way, heat rushing through your body before pooling in the pit of your very being as you verified the note's contents.

Those four--

They didn't honestly go this far, did they?

"They wanted..." You found yourself speaking out, your voice stilted and soft. "They wanted me?"

"I saw none of the other maids listed--without a doubt, they want you! Ohh, I'll have to call the other girls and tell them to not come in today--! And put up the 'Closed' sign as well!" Iyayo reaffirmed, her voice still shrill amidst her rambling. "I'll pay you your entire annual wage next week if you do this! I promise! Just keep those bastards away from my heart and do what they say!"

Your boss began to ramble on how she was planning on returning to her “motherland” of France to lay low for a bit once she finished helping you prep the cafe, having you swear to her that you would ensure and guarantee that the safety of her heart was secured. You agreed, even if your mind was elsewhere, your face--your whole body, honestly--feeling hot imagining what those four had in store for you. Though, you reasoned to yourself, the reality was that they would probably just sit you down for some kind of intervention.

But the message to apparently resolve this issue through 'sinful intent' had you imagining, fantasizing all while you prepared coffee and ingredients for any dishes to be ordered. By the time you finished, it was close to when Akira, Akechi, Yusuke, and Ryuji were to arrive. Unsurprisingly, Iyayo had been trying to leave as early as possible, but still stayed in fear of displeasing the Phantom Thieves with a subquality experience for 'their clients.'

You parted ways with your boss after assuring her yet again that you would send her a report, only to have her come squealing and running back into the cafe, now with a tiny box covered with red and black wrapping paper in hand.

Crying out your name, she exclaimed, "Ahh! Wait! Wait! An instruction they emphasized--! You've gotta put this on!" Another thing to be shoved in your hands, with the rushed explanation how she assumed the gift was meant for her when she found it in her office, but only now realized the present was tagged for you specifically. Her ease of mind having gone far over the edge at this point, Iyayo fled the cafe without even thinking to look back.

Your heart raced while your fingers made quick work of the wrapping paper, wondering just what could be inside.

The sleek, tiny box within had a note attached, merely reiterating the instruction of: Please keep on during entirety of reservation unless instructed otherwise--all written in the elegant handwriting of Yusuke.

Breath becoming still with heightened anticipation, you lifted the lid and peered inside.

You almost dropped the box.

A bullet-sized red vibrator.

Immediately, your mind raced. What once seemed to be a hopeless wish was becoming a realized fantasy.

With the instruction written out by Yusuke, you only wondered what the thought process was of the four to have you comply with the use of this toy of all things.

Shocked, you took a few weightless steps back until your backside harshly met the edge of one of the cafe tables. Wincing at the slight pain, you instinctively reached to grab the slightly irritated area, right as your gaze shifted down to the tabletop. Having seen and arranged the tables countless times, your eyes glazed over initially, but when you noticed the golden bell with a lacy ribbon tied at the handle, your jaw became slack.

Considering the respective remote for the tiny vibrator was nowhere to be found, their intentions were undeniably clear at this point.

This little toy was to be your literal buzzer.

Their way of beckoning you over for your services.

Your heart beating a flurry against the tight and taut state of your ribcage, you held the box right against your chest. Though your face was hot, you couldn't resist from grinning with anticipation. However, not to dawdle, you made your way over to the employee changing room to begin your own final preparations for your clients, which included hunting down some medical tape.

The plaything of your former fellow Phantom Thieves--how surreal was this?

And yet, the reality of this situation became all too real once you heard the front door bell chime with the arrival of your four customers. As nervous as you were amidst your eagerness to see how this situation would play out, you still managed to maintain your usual perky charm as you greeted them with "Welcome, masters--!"

One that soon broke and shattered apart as your knees became weak and your lips popped open with a sudden gasp from the sensation of the tiny vibrator powering on with a gentle shake, having been fastened to your clit with the medical tape you found in Iyayo's office.

The four--dressed in casual attire that seemed reminiscent to what they wore during those summer days in high school--gathered at the entrance, their responses varied.

"Are you--?" Yusuke looked startled yet pleased at your pleasured reaction, whereas Ryuji's eyes bulged open wide while his jaw dropped. "Y-Yo...!" A wave of heat rushed to their faces, painting their complexions in red.

Akechi only chuckled with amusement, finger moving to his chin with intrigue, "And hello to you too~"

Akira grinned, a hint of mischief to his smile. As usual, his hands were tucked into his jean pockets, however, he drew one out, making no effort to be discrete in what he held. Immediately, your eye was drawn to the flash of red: The remote control to your vibrator.

"You actually did it...? You actually did what we said!" Ryuji stumbled over his words, his shock near permanent on his face.

"S-Surely...I expected otherwise," Yusuke breathed out while his gaze fell to the quivering shake of your legs.

His shoulders lifting in a shrug, Akira turned towards the two, his expression remaining deviously pleased, "Told you two to trust me on this." Facing you once again, he purred with a smirk, "A leader needs to know everything about his team."

"While not to discredit that, Akira," Akechi mused, his tone innocent even if it held some challenge, "I know this particular teammate to have a hand for effective deceit. Perhaps we should verify for ourselves that this instruction was followed?"

"'Verify...'?" You repeated slowly, your voice trailing off. However, your eyes widened right as Akechi's expression matched Akira's, his grin toothy and gaze flashing as he demanded,

"Lift up your skirt."

You didn't have the chance to be still with shock, given the continuous buzzing of the little vibrator against your clit. The defiance you built and maintained to keep the four at bay from your heart was far too cracked at this point to try and salvage, having its foundations smashed into dust once you complied with their demands. As much as you wanted to see what would occur if you tried to disagree--much like how Shadows were stubborn in negotiation when held up--you did not want to squander the chance to live out an elevated version of your fantasies.

Thus, your hands immediately reached for the hem of your skirt, your gaze falling to the ground out of shyness.

Akechi clicked his tongue.

Surprised, you lifted your head, facing the four fully while you took in their expressions of anticipation.

"Don't be slacking with your servitude. Aren't you supposed to offer a response to your clients?" He queried in a low purr.

Your face grew hotter as you struggled to bring out the voice you used for customers, "S-Sorry." A smile that stretched from ear to ear tugging on your lips, you shakily chirped out, "I-It would be my pleasure, Master Goro!"

Yusuke, Ryuji, and Akira exuded envy.

Akechi seemed to relish in near sadistic euphoria. "Good girl~"

A tremble shook you down to the pit of your core, and it wasn't even from the vibrator.

Still, not to be deterred--feeling even more exhilarated, in fact--you abided by what you were told and lifted up your skirt. Though the vibrator was only powered on minutes ago, your panties were already quite damp, the material hugging around the outline of the small toy as it remained attached to your clit.

Before you knew it, Ryuji and Yusuke were kneeling before you while Akechi and Akira stepped closer, all four wanting to view every single inch you had revealed.

You were petrified beneath their gazes. And yet, even frozen still, your heart was thundering against your chest while tiny trembles went through your fingers as you gripped the hem of your skirt. Your bottom lip was seized between your teeth while your eyes remained glued to the black material of your dress, unable to bring yourself to face them directly.

However, by the awed and euphoric breathless groan of "Fuck" by Ryuji, the reverent "P-Perfection" of Yusuke, and the satisfied click of Akechi's tongue, you could picture the looks on their faces easily.

While you were left flustered by the reactions of the three, none had you tensing as much as Akira's teasing "What's wrong? Have nothing to say to us?"

Having been drawn taut and tense to the greatest extent by all that transpired leading up to this moment, at last you snapped.

Your words as fiery hot as the blush on your face, your eyes suddenly lifted to face the direction of the four. "D-Don't you dare! You jerks have some nerve to make me do this--!"

Ryuji's neck craned as he faced you a pouty expression. "Yo, now that's no way to speak to your masters!"

Your masters.

A bit of your flame waned, which was quickly noted by Yusuke as he seized the opportunity at hand. His eyes narrowed as his brow raised high, pointing out coolly, "But you complied with our demands, no? The person who could've easily seen the calling card as the ruse that it was is you, and you alone." Slowly, he rose from the floor, his posture dignified, tall, and looming as he scolded you firmly. "You could have found some way to prove to your boss that this was a plot, and yet you did not do so. Rather, you complied with our instructions and greeted us at the door. You wanted this--don't even try to deny it."

Extinguished.

Even as your face flared with shame even further with scorching, red heat.There was nothing you could say.

Instead, you fumbled over your words for some semblance of an argument before you lowered your gaze in defeat.

"Well damn Yusuke, way to tell it," Ryuji whistled with astonishment.

Yusuke let out an exasperated sigh, his eyebrows furrowed. "I am simply weary of this ordeal, Ryuji. Nothing more."

While Akira only chuckled under his breath, Akechi smirked at your newfound meekness, finding it delectable. "Now that this matter has been addressed, will you be a good little maid and treat your masters nicely? You can start by showing us to our table~"

At last, you dropped your skirt, your panties hidden yet again, but your flustered vulnerability remained drawn out in the open. You turned away from the four for a moment, reaching for the stack of menus from behind the front counter. With the sizeable booklets in hand, you gestured towards the empty cafe space behind, your voice softer than before. "T-This way then please."

Quickly, you faced straight forward, your back towards the four as you moved on ahead.

However, you ended up nearly missing your next step as an even more intense tremor wracked through your tiny vibrator, and thus towards the entirety of your body. A strangled cry escaping you, your arms clutched the menus tighter before your head nearly flew back, only to see a surprised Yusuke and a unamused Akira, his arm raised and palm empty. This contrasted to a snickering Ryuji and a deviously cheerful Akechi, who appeared to have just snatched the remote control, his lips curled in a delighted smile as he hummed, "'This way then'…?"

His thumb, having already dragged the slider on the remote up to just above the midpoint, was inching it further up to the very top.

Your mind, already too far in a mangled daze to make sense of much, was confused as to what he meant. However, abruptly recalling what you were instructed to do, your answer was quickly found. "T-This way, masters!"

"Good girl." Akechi smiled. "We'll follow your lead then."

Leading the four to their table thankfully went on without a hitch, especially with you taking extra precaution to avoid getting a few extra notches up on the remote control. Akechi was even merciful enough to lower the intensity once he and the others gave you their orders--all simple drinks and dishes that you had no issue with preparing yourself.

Which made you all the more wound up and tense with the four bothering to play the charade of being your normal customers, even if you were under the strong impression that they were looking to get back at you for your behavior towards them. All four were in college, yet none seemed to have shaken off their competitive edges. Ryuji could never be outrun, no one's creativity could surpass Yusuke's, Akechi may as well be a god at law, and Akira could never be outtricked.

And yet you had managed to gain the upper hand over all four--and now were left to endure the result for doing so.

Your face became hotter than the matcha latte you brewed for Yusuke.

Minding yourself to be calm--especially in case any of the four decided to toy with the remote control while you carried their dishes over--you prepared each of their orders, from the most savory to the most sweet. Part of you wanted to mess with the typical cutesy, affectionate messages you would scrawl onto the dishes, specifically a "Fuck you" directed to each of them. However, knowing you were already treading carefully with the four--which could lead to even more severe, perhaps humiliating, punishment should you disobey--you maintained your good behavior and brought over their orders, even with the temptation of being disciplined.

"Please enjoy!" You chirped while setting down plate after plate, cup after cup, all while carrying a feeling of cautious relief. It would have been a pain--in more ways than one--if any of them messed with the vibrator's settings while you had their meals in hand. Furthermore, with the little toy currently at a lower, more tolerable setting, you felt you could get by with the rest of your reservation.

And then Yusuke called out your name after he took a sip of his latte, all while your vibrator suddenly picked up in intensity. "May I request your services for a moment?"

With a startled squeak--of which earned varying amused reactions from Ryuji, Akira and Akechi--you glanced at his palm, noticing that he had the remote control in his hand.

"Sure, Yusu--" His thumb dragged the slider up to an unreached extreme, causing you to grab onto the edge of their table as you cried out, "A-Ah! Master Yusuke! Of-- Of course I'll be happy to serve!"

"Goddamn I can't wait for my turn" was something you swore Ryuji mumbled out in-between scarfing down his omurice, a sentiment quietly shared by the expressions on Akira's and Akechi's faces.

"Excellent. In that case..." Clearing his throat, Yusuke proceeded to reach into his day bag and draw out his sketchbook. He rose out of his seat to stand, extending his arm out towards you as he hummed, "...I'd very much like to have you model for me still. Could I trouble you to indulge me?"

He looked composed, his voice calm. However, his pale complexion was marred by scarlet while the noticeable tent protruding through his royal blue pants revealed his fierce arousal, his unquenched desire to at last have his most sought out muse be subject to his creative whims.

"It would be my-- my pleasure to do so!" Your cutesy demeanor struggled to stay together in face of the vicious vibrations of the toy pulsating against you.

Thankfully, Yusuke--pleased by your enthusiastic answer--lowered the setting down a few notches. While not as intense, the tremors were far more tolerable. He smiled gently. "Excellent. Then in that case..."

In an instant, his sketchbook was flipped open, a pencil tucked in his hands, his flustered expression now serious. His voice composed, he remarked, "Pose for me."

"'Pose...?'" You repeated, taken aback by his sudden change, despite knowing how intense he could be once he was entrenched in his artistic creativity.

"You'll follow my instruction, of course...," he clarified, his voice trailing off as he scanned across the cafe space. Once he noticed the small stage directly adjacent to the bar, he let out a noise of affirmation as he gestured towards it with his pencil. "There--I'll have you pose there."

The cafe stage was where maids would perform adorable choreographed dance numbers, their cheerful smiles broadening as clients hovered around the small platform, yen bills littering the sky as they desperately tried to win over affection. While you did not look down on your co-workers for earning money this way, the only time you ever set foot upon stage was to clean it, as you preferred more direct contact with your customers.

But now, as you found yourself standing upon the raised platform, you soon realized you would be giving your first ever show, set to entertain Yusuke and the others, who looked on amidst sips and bites of their food.

"Now then..." Yusuke hummed while he stood by the stage, gazing up towards you with a sharp, focused stare. "Arouse my artistic passions, dear muse!"

For such a bold statement, his initial instructions were relatively tame, such as having you demurely cover your body with your hands akin to a Greek goddess. They weren't raunchy by any means, and yet he seemed to be working himself into feverish euphoria by the way he continued to have you pose at his command, whether by word or when he would guide you into position with his hands.

His forwardness thrilled you, as did the authoritative--but not harsh--tone of his voice and touch of his hands. You were eager to comply to each of his demands, though, if you ever strayed too far from his instructions--especially when it came to testing your flexibility--you were rewarded by increased vibrations--of which were openly encouraged by Akechi while he sipped his iced Earl Grey Tea.

Though this seemed more fitting from Ryuji, Akira, or Akechi, you wondered when exactly Yusuke was going to take things further with his sketches of you. Lifting up your skirt again, unbuttoning the top of your dress, tugging at your thigh-highs--you anticipated when his instructions would plunge down even further into the lascivious.

But you should've known Yusuke would not need the extremes to draw out odd perversions from innocent intent.

After sketching out every pose he had you do for him, he requested that you simply stand upright on stage. Nothing else. Your hands were to remain at your sides, your feet apart at normal length. You eyed him curiously, unsure what he would do next, especially as he inspected your position with a critical eye and a finger on his chin.

"Excellent," he affirmed, his bit of praise making your heart swell. His expression still intense with concentration, he continued, "And with this..."

While you knew Yusuke to be as graceful as he was swift, you were still taken aback when he was suddenly standing right in front of you one moment and then kneeling before you the next, his head pushing under the skirt of your dress.

You let out a startled noise, your hands instinctively reaching for the hem of your uniform, palms brushing over the back of his head through the fabric of your clothes.

"Hold still..." He breathed out, his voice still loud enough for you to hear, his words fanning hotly against your panties.

His nose bumped right onto your clothed core, which--while paired with the continuing vibrations of your toy--only made your knees feel all the more prone to giving way. It didn't help to hear Ryuji's awed jeering, or bear the intensity of the glances sent your way by Akira and Akechi. Still, you fought to stay up, trying to steady your breathing in a vain attempt to remain level headed.

The furious scribblings of Yusuke managed to rival the near deafening volume of your heartbeat against your chest. His head moved beneath your skirt as he made great effort to take in every detail of the sight before him. You could hear him groan with pleasure the more he lingered, especially with how enamored and addicted he became to the heady scent of your core. Paired with his face barely grazing against your panties, his actions only served to tease and frustrate you, especially feeling the rise of an orgasm draw near.

However, when Yusuke finally emerged from beneath your uniform, he looked all too pleased, even verging on dazed, like he was intoxicated from you--which honestly wouldn't be far from the truth, should you ask him. He licked his lips as he inspected his sketches, detailed drawings of your panties, thighs, and the outline of your core filling the pages.

Gazing longingly at his work, he mused with rapture. "The clash between elegant composure and human need." A noticeable shudder encased him, his head even tilting back as he groaned out, "E-Exquisite. You have done well, my darling muse."

"A-Anytime, master," you responded with a strained smile, your thighs pressing together in hopes of abstaining from orgasming off of his praise. Desperate, you were ready to ask if he could reward you for your great behavior, but by the glimpse of blonde you saw at the bottom of the stage, you found yourself denied of the opportunity.

"Yo Yusuke, ya' done? Can I have my turn now?" Ryuji demanded childishly, his arms extended up with his hands grabby.

Yusuke didn't respond at first, far too enraptured by his sketching session with you. However, before Ryuji could get to yelling "Look at me, you furry!", he responded with a distracted, "Mm, sure, Ryuji. Go ahead" before handing over the remote without even looking the other's way.

"Holy shit, yes! At la~ast!" Ryuji exclaimed, his voice hitting a falsetto in overabounding joy. He was practically bouncing in place at now being the one in charge, almost unable to contain his glee as he faced you with a toothy grin.

"Damn that was some cute posin'!" He whooped out your name, the remote control firmly tucked in his hand. "Reminds me of when you'd kick the shit of some Shadows and you'd be all hyped and cute when you'd do your victory pose!"

For once, the embarrassment you felt was not of the predicament you were in, but rather decisions made during the foolishness of your youth. "Don't remind me!" Unable to resist, you countered with, "And what say you, Slav squat...!"

"What was that?" Ryuji hummed with a smirk as he watched your body suddenly convulse with pleasure, his thumb having dragged the controller's slider all the way near the top. "Don't fall now, okay baby?"

Yet another wave of euphoria. How long have you waited to be on the receiving end of Ryuji's sweet talk. "'Baby'?"

"That's right! You're mine now, so I'm gonna be calling you what I like!" He winked, all while his arms spread out wide. "Now c'mere before you start squirtin' and fall off the stage or something!"

In the days of being Phantom Thieves, you would've been swift to clock him right in the chest for his vulgarity. However, with you at his mercy--especially with how close you were to release-- you could only whimper a meek "Y-Yes Master Ryuji" before you complied and hopped right into his awaiting arms.

For him to catch and carry you with ease, to hold you close against his lean but gloriously muscled physique, you felt as though you were seized in a dreamy, idealistic state, which was easier to settle into once he lowered the vibrator's intensity. This was a glimpse of a boyfriend experience you longed to have with him--and the others of course. However, with how open he was in his lament over being single for all the years you knew him, you felt happy to finally indulge him while fulfilling your own desires.

"I say ya' earned yourself some treats!" Ryuji declared while eyeing you with anticipation, "Come and share 'em with me!"

Not that you had a choice in the matter.

He ended up carrying you to the table spread of cakes and sweets that maids would pick up treats from at the request of customers. All the desserts present were the finest and most expensive that your cafe had to offer, reserved for only the prestigious clientele. However, Iyayo--in her fear of getting her heart stolen--held no stops when she brought out the confections while helping you prep the restaurant for the guys.

Though he often teased Ann for her sweet tooth, you knew Ryuji could never resist a table full of fancy food that was all for his taking.

Upon being set down right by the table, you glanced back to see what the rest of the three were up to. Yusuke still seemed to be hypnotized from his time with you, his eyes glazed over while he looked over his sketches upon the stage. Akechi looked to be inspecting around the cafe, his phone in hand while he took pictures--to which you groaned internally as it dawned on you that he was probably gathering evidence to incriminate the cafe. As for Akira, he apparently seemed to have disappeared—initially, at first, until you noticed the unmistakable mop of black hair that peeked from behind the bar counter.

"Aren't you hot in that thing? Maybe wanna loosen it up?"

Ryuji's voice was quick to draw you out of your reverie. His tone seemed concerned, albeit muffled with a cake truffle stuffed into his mouth. However, the look in his eyes was hungry in expectation, needing to see what you had on underneath.

You were thrilled.

"You're right, Master Ryuji. I'm feeling pretty warm to be honest," you remarked genuinely. With how warm and flustered you had become, you actually did feel overheated, and thus relished in the refreshing coolness when you undid the top of your uniform. Considering the uniform was designed to flaunt and accentuate whatever inch of curve and skin that any of you maids wished to showcase, even a few buttons undone exposed an ample amount of your breasts, including the edge of your bra.

Ryuji was in sudden, dire need of a drink to quench his thirst.

And also ease his throat from the amount of sweets he was shoveling into his mouth.

"God Ryuji-- Master, I mean!" You sighed exasperatedly, rubbing his back while he downed a glass of water that you were quick to fetch, thighs aching from the orgasm that remained denied. "Slow down, would you? I may be trained to give the Heimlich, but I'd rather not go that far."

Letting out a refreshed 'ahh', he slammed his cup down onto his table before wiping at his mouth. Sheepishly, he lowered his head, hand at the back of his blonde hair, all while his face remained flushed. "My bad, my bad! I couldn't help myself! Put me with a bunch of food and the prettiest girl I know, and I'm in fuckin' paradise!"

Your hands were suddenly all over your reddened face. "Please don't."

"It's the truth though."

You nearly jumped out of your skin, as Ryuji just leaned over to murmur those words right into your ear, his voice carrying a sense of wicked mirth. His hands reached for your wrists, proceeding to slowly make you reveal your face to him once more.

There was a grin on his lips, now one of confidence rather than shyness. Winking at you, he hummed out, "Don't be shy 'round me, okay? You know you can trust me on this. 'Sides..." Trailing off, he used his leg to pull out a chair from another table nearby, dragging it over towards him before taking a seat and hoisting you right onto his lap.

Upon feeling his stiff erection pressing into you through his pants, you wondered how you were going to last for the rest of your reservation with him and the others.

One arm hooking around your waist, he was all smiles when he reached for the plate of gourmet chocolates that Iyayo prepared for an approaching visit of some swanky Ginza businessmen. Setting the platter on your thighs, he continued, "You can't enjoy these if you have your face in your hands!"

And with that, he plucked a chocolate truffle from the plate before popping it into his mouth. His eyes shut closed while he let out a genuine yet over the top noise of delight. "Daaamn these chocolates are good!"

He reached for another piece, but instead of treating himself, he held it up towards you, his expression giddy. "Wanna try? They're fuckin' delicious!"

His arm around you tightened its hold, his closed fist pressing right against the side of your thigh while the remote control remained secure in his grip and its power over you.

And thus you responded ever so enthusiastically with "Sure, Master Ryuji!" before opening your mouth.

Ryuji carefully set the piece of chocolate between your lips. Before you could take it further in your mouth however, he swiftly bent his head forward and took a bite of the other side, his lips barely brushing against yours in the process.

Despite the squeak you let out in shock, you found yourself leaning further towards him, a gesture for more. In response, he groaned out, "God you sound so fuckin' cute...!"

"Master..." You breathed out, your mind suddenly registering what you were doing, making yourself freeze before you could get closer. Not that doing so was necessary, as he closed the gap by sharing another piece of chocolate with you.

This continued with every bit of confection that the two of you tasted together. However, the mere brushing of lips didn't take long to progress into actual kissing, the contact making your heart swell and yearn for more of the realization of your fantasies, especially with how he grinded his erect cock up against you. Despite this, Ryuji remained mindful of your kisses, making sure it didn't escalate further into making out.

Because he was just going to cut straight into planting his mouth all over your body.

The piece of chocolate he was about to share with you happened to slip out of his grasp, a gooey piece that dropped right onto your cleavage.

"Ahh shit, lemme get that...!" Unable to hide his grin or feign innocence, Ryuji immediately dove for the fallen piece face first, mouth open.

His warm lips seemed to fumble for the chocolate, given by the way they seemed to linger and kiss around your partially covered breasts. The shiver and mewl you released in response caused him to grin, the quirking of his lips felt on your chest. His arms hugged around you close while he hunted down the chocolate, which proved to be successful.

However, the lost piece in question seemed to be quite gooey, if by the sudden sensation of stickiness spilling across your skin. When Ryuji lifted his head, he was sporting a not so sheepish grin, given by the smear of chocolate on his lips.

"Whoops," he feigned apologetically, his tongue lapping at the confection around his mouth. With a grin, he proceeded to lay you across the table adjacent to the snack spread.

You yelped upon being unceremoniously laid across the table, however you were left to shudder and feel flushed when Ryuji grabbed at the front of your uniform and yanked it apart. A few more buttons popped open, a great amount of your skin exposed. His eyes were glazed with hunger as he stared at your half-naked torso. Licking his lips, he uttered out huskily, "Sorry for the mess, baby. Let me clean that up for ya'."

Much too starved for your skin, he didn't wait to plant his mouth right over your breasts. Lingering kisses, thirsty suckles--he truly was a man starved for only you. The wet heat of his mouth stirred the already similarly pleasant sensation between your thighs, which had already sullied your panties thanks to the continuous teasing of the vibrator.

Which, by coincidence, Ryuji happened to lift his head up and address. "Hey, when I said you earned yourself a treat," he began with a sultry smirk while he brought up the remote control that was still tucked in his hand. "--this is what I meant."

At last, the vibrator was set at its highest intensity, causing you to gasp and whine from the tremendous whirring, your hips lifting in response. Beyond pleased, Ryuji set the remote control down, instead bringing his hands to cup your breasts and knead them through your bra while his mouth continued to ravage your chest with wet kisses and thirsty slurps. As he was nestled comfortably above you, keeping you pinned down easily with his athletic physique, his hips treated you to the delightful stiffness of his erection grinding right up between your legs, pushing the vibrator further against you.

He wasn't rough by any means, but the unmitigated passion, the ferocious hunger--to be the object of his desires in every aspect--was enough to bring you right to the edge of climax, and the relentlessness of his mouth and the vibrator only assisting in inching you ever closer to the tipping point of that precipice at long last.

Unable to control your desperation, you released his name in a delighted shriek while your hands scrambled to grab onto his shoulders to have something to hang onto, your hips needily raising to meet his rutting ones for a much sought after form of romantic intimacy.

In response, Ryuji groaned out curses against the skin of your breasts while he--equally in need of any contact with you--continued to grind and rut against your pelvis, wishing that any piece of clothing that obstructed him from going balls deep inside you was torn apart. Were he in high school still, the thought alone could have sent him to climax. However, something seemed to cross his mind, if by the way he calmed the frantic movement of his hips to instead merely lay above you for a moment.

Chuckling at the whine you released from yet another denied orgasm, he slowly lifted himself off of you, an adorable flush of red on his face, despite the cocky grin spread over his features. "Well, had your fill?"

One hand reached for the remote control before--to your mixed surprised relief and disdain--turning off your vibrator completely. His fingers then moved towards your thighs, which still felt sensitive to touch as you remained craving for release. Squeezing both of them gingerly, his thumbs ran over your bare skin, a delicate touch that made you shiver as your eyes closed, your lips quivering, "Yes, M-Master Ryuji. Thank you for the treat."

"In that case, may I have mine then?"

Your eyes snapped open to a smiling shadow looming above you.

Akechi.

He looked pleased, though you were unsure if it was because of you or him making possible leeway in his investigation. Regardless, his demeanor seemed to emanate a subdued but elated satisfaction.

Knowing Ryuji, you expected for him to be resistant due to his own greed, especially to Akechi. However, you were stunned to watch the blonde toss over the remote towards him with a lighthearted, near encouraging "Go for it, man" just before he bent down to kiss your neck and your ear. His voice in a mirthful snicker, he teased out hotly, "Good luck, babe~" just before giving one of your thighs a light pat before he stepping away from the table.

Akechi was smirking.

Now in his hand, in his possession, he had control.

In more ways than one.

Over you.

Ever smooth, ever quick, Akechi claimed the spot where Ryuji stood in place, proceeding to seize your waist and flip you over onto your front. Whereas Ryuji had laid above you in a needy but intimate matter, the way Akechi bent and loomed above you exuded nothing but dominating control, his polite demeanor beginning to crumble as he savored vengeance.

Your body tensed as soon as you felt his hand on the back of your neck, his touch trailing downwards in a tantalizingly smooth manner. However, the heat of his breath against your ear sent shivers throughout the entirety of your being. "Hmm, I do believe punishment is in order for attempting to slander the good name of the Detective Prince."

You nearly jumped when his hand slammed onto the table, right upon the spot a little above and to the side of your head. As he retracted his arm back, you realized that he had just set down your vibrator's controller, a realization--and relief--made brief when his palm trailed from your back straight to between your legs, cupping your sopping core through your panties. Caught between shivering and tensing, you felt his fingers nudge against your center, running over the soaked material of your underwear before suddenly yanking them down.

"A-Akechi...!" You shrieked, your head flying back, just barely catching him raise his other hand up, only to send it crashing down upon your ass.

You were stunned.

"Aren't you forgetting something?" He mused with a dangerous yet mirthful glint in his eye, right as he offered you another slap to your backside.

"Master Akechi...!

You were elated.

Just because you wished to have all four of them as your tender lovers didn't mean you were against having them roughen you up--you playing along to their scheme was testament to this.

It took everything to not teasingly wiggle your ass towards Akechi as encouragement to have him smack you even more, though he did not need a single word from you to find reason to spank you further. His palm was practically aching to be used to strike your ass with quick, stinging slaps, becoming more emboldened to nearly rip out every delightful squeal and cry you had to give in return.

Eventually, his barrage came to a pause, with one of his hands resting upon the newfound reddened complexion of your ass, while the other that was situated between your legs trailed down along the length of your dripping center, his fingertips becoming slick as they reached your vibrator.

"Your little toy is off and yet you're still dripping," he hissed sharply into your ear, a twist of reprimand and pleasure with each word. His touch left you mewling, if not because of his fingers stroking over your core, then due to him continuing to strike at your ass while doing so. The slick tip of his tongue touched against the base of your neck, dragging a thin trail along the length. "If you wanted me to demean you, you could've just asked. I would've gladly obliged."

You grasped at the edge of the table, tears brimming at your eyes from every smack, every murmured degradation, and--despite it all--every bit of pleasure you felt. From when you watched him carry himself in battle as either the gallant, dashing gentleman or as the corrupted, vengeful demon he was revealed to be, and to then witness his metamorphosis where both sides came to a middle, you were enthralled. The overly saccharine smile that would grace his lips upon viciously eliminating a Shadow that was about to lay harm to you, just before pulling you into his arms while checking you over for injury with concern.

At last, you were on the receiving end of Akechi's wrath in exactly the way you fantasized.

For all the relentless smacks and the toying touch of his fingers, you could feel your orgasm quickly approaching from within your core again.

"Go on then!" He taunted with a broad, crazed grin on his features, the taste of power ever the sweetest treat. "Cry for me! Cum for me! Show me how much you love being my precious doll--my precious maid!"

Akechi reached for your vibrator, the tape that kept it fastened to you having lost its adhesiveness by how slick you had become. Plucking to toy off with ease, he planted his fingertips right over your clit, circling around the sensitive nub as furiously as he spanked you.

Your fingertips dug into the surface of the table while your eyes shut tight, doing so as you whimpered and moaned shamelessly in your eagerness to finally reach climax.

But then, somehow, it only took one low, smooth voice to cut through the frenzied pleasure you and Akechi found yourselves lost within.

"I'd say our maid has learned her lesson, Akechi."

You suddenly felt a hand rest upon your head, fingers gently stroking over your hair in a delicate and soothing manner.

Your eyes fluttered open in surprise as you lifted your head.

Akira.

While your current position could be attested for this, he just seemed so much bigger from your current position below. You had no qualms, especially while he gazed down at you with such a fond, yet wickedly pleased expression on his features. The grin on his lips widened a bit more once his eyes shifted up towards Akechi, who looked irritated to have been interrupted from his utter domination of you.

The two exchanged a look, a clash of who should claim the highly desired role of being your master. However, similar in the way Ryuji refrained from delving further into shared intimacy with you, a deep breath and damn near having to pry his own hands away from your body was enough for Akechi to take a step back and be mindful of his actions.

Were you in a calmer state of mind, you'd have picked up on some undisclosed planning underway between the two, as well as Yusuke and Ryuji. However, with the thick, lustful haze clouding your brain, all you could lament about was being denied orgasm yet again.

"Hmmph, perhaps you're right, Akira--even if your timing is, admittedly, as irritatingly impeccable as mine," Akechi hummed while casually pushing back his hair--having worked up a bit of sweat in his heated fervor. Still, he proceeded to rest a hand on your ass, smiling at the way you tensed as he playfully tsked, "Be a good girl from now on, okay? If I catch you out of line, don't expect any mercy~"

With one last lingering stroke to your sensitive flesh, Akechi stepped away while offering the parting words of "Don't indulge yourself too much, Akira. Fair's fair after all" as he made his way back to the table, where Ryuji and Yusuke had reconvened to spectate your punishment over food.

At the same time, the hand stroking through your hair stopped in its actions, prompting you to freeze as well in anticipation. Suddenly, you felt Akira's fingers trail down to cup your chin just before lifting your head so you were gazing up at him fully.

He appeared calm and relaxed, but you were already anticipating for him to have something up his sleeve. However, he maintained an innocent demeanor as he called out your name, "I want to share a drink with you." Amused laughter followed suit as his gaze trailed over the length of your body, stopping at and admiring the shade of scarlet on your ass. "You look like you could use one."

"Drink? When did you start drinking booze?" You inquired curiously as he released your chin to instead position himself and stand right behind your backside.

"Not that--just some iced milk tea. Being in France's coffee culture for so long made me crave for a taste of home," he clarified, smiling while his fingers grasped your panties and tugged them back up your thighs. "I made some at the bar while Ace Defective over there was smacking your ass. Gotta say I was pretty jealous while hearing you yelping and crying out so cutely."

"Haha~ Go to hell, Akira," Akechi responded, his chuckle lacking any sense of humor, by contrast to the snickering and polite laughter of Ryuji and Yusuke.

Admittedly, the feeling of your damp panties--now feeling cool at this point--adorning your body once more made for a rather unpleasant sensation. However, you had no complaints to being gingerly scooped up into Akira's arms while he murmured for you to leave the walking to him.

You expected to be taken to the bar, only to be carried back to the table where the other three were sitting. The glass of iced milk tea sitting on the wooden surface caught your eye, but seeing Akechi, Ryuji and Yusuke made you wonder and anticipate what would soon transpire.

From what Akira proceeded to then instruct you with, his intentions left you mystified. Upon asking if you felt okay enough to kneel and sit on the back of your legs, you assured him that it was fine, despite the wincing you did while obliging, your backside still tender. Further confusion followed, however, when his fingers tugged on your skirt, gently commanding you to have it hike up your waist. His hands then pressed on either side of your thighs, pushing them closer together.

Seeing the befuddled look on your face, Akira chuckled, eyes twinkling with mischief as he grabbed the glass of milk tea, "Hold still now." With the gazes of everyone in the room focused on you, a wave of heat swept over your body from all the attention.

One that remained even as he attempted to douse it by pouring some of the glass right into the tiny triangle formed between your thighs and core. The sudden chill of the drink seeping down over the sensitive heat of your core made you shriek a little, a louder one following when Akira did not refrain a second longer from diving face first onto your lap. His lips were eager to lap up the sweetened milk tea.

If Ryuji was starving while he had his mouth planted on your breasts, then Akira was parched while he hastily drank from your lap.

You expected for him to refill the 'cup' you were so kind enough to create for him, but instead you were treated to his hands spreading your legs wide apart before he buried his head in-between your thighs. The heat of his tongue licking broad strokes up and down the drenched--in more ways than one--material of your panties, imposing a ferociousness on you that immediately sent you into a frenzy.

His lips wrapped over your hardened clit, taking in the taste of your own slickness and the milk tea through your panties. In return, you gasped out his name while your hands threaded themselves into his hair, your need to orgasm so dire that you were hoping to keep his head in place for as long as possible.

A curse uttered by Ryuji had you look to the side, noticing that he, Akechi and Yusuke were still watching this moment between you and Akira transpire. All expressed different degrees of envy to your shaggy-haired crush while their lusts for you only became even more burdensome to maintain.

Your hips desperately rutted against Akira's mouth, heavy pants and needy whines released from your lips. With how long you had been strung around as their plaything while you heeded every command they had, you hoped that at last you would be given release--even if you wished that your panties weren't in the way between you and his tongue.

But Akira felt that he had his fill, given by how he seized your wrists and had you release his head. Grinning from ear to ear, he licked his lips, savoring the delectable taste present on his tongue. "Mmm, now that's a taste I've been missing while I was away. Thanks for that."

Relishing the flustered, needy look on your face, Akira continued to smirk while his fingers moved to cup your chin once more, his grip firmer than before.

And then he questioned.

"Tell me, did you do this sort of thing with that one client of yours?"

The mood in the room shifted.

Immediately.

You paled.

"'One client'?" Akechi repeated, his eyes growing wide with surprise while the beginnings of a displeased frown tugged on his lips. "That's the first I'm hearing about this."

"Yeah, any names and coordinates would be really appreciated right now," Ryuji grunted, his shoulders as tight as his voice.

Yusuke's eyebrow was raised. "Let us not be hasty to violence, Ryuji. However..." His protectiveness of you spilled out in full force. "We must confront this individual properly."

Akira was still smirking.

He knew.

You were trapped. There was no way to escape without giving an answer--an honest one at that. However Akira got hold of the truth was something you'd extract from him at another time. For now, you had no choice but to finally reveal this secret, especially to these four of all people.

With Akira's fingers still holding onto your chin, you released a sigh and then the truth.

"Like any of you would ever go and hurt Mishima."

"Mi-Mishima?!"

The shock was tangible, as was the rallied fervor to seek some form of vengeance.

After all, with every single one of your claims to have never done anything to such intimate extremes with another person, suddenly the truth that declared otherwise had come forth, and with Mishima at that too.

Pleased with you being direct, Akira released your chin without another word.

Seeing the bewildered expressions of the other three, you knew there was no need to even try to cushion the blow of your reveal with muddled facts and truths. Instead, you decided to simply bare it all.

Though still riled up from your afternoon, you confessed with a huff, "I needed a customer to fulfill my quota and didn't have my price system worked out yet--I was too shy to even think about it. Mishima wanted to go all out before he left for LA and--" You thought coming clean would help, but if anything, it seemed to aggravate the three further. Still, not to be deterred, you blurted out, "--I wanted some experience and trusted him on it--!"

Caught up in your rambled reveal, you did not notice Akira suddenly switching positions, his new location made apparent when he hugged your body from behind and hoisted you up to your feet. While you were left confused yet again, he assumed to act as your support, only to then carry on the role of your demise as he rested his chin upon your shoulder.

While his expression looked to be as wicked as ever, his tone was in the sharpest snarl you'd ever heard it to be.

"Ravage her."

Practically by muscle memory from those Phantom Thief days, Ryuji, Akechi, and Yusuke were quick to act--even you felt compelled to move from how significant those words were to you, and how they fueled your most depraved fantasies

Almost as swift as the feeling of elation that claimed your body as all four men descended upon you, intent on doing very much the same.

A blur of hands reached for you, the only thing registering clearly with you was the sound and sensation of your uniform being torn and stripped off your body, with Akira holding you up and keeping you still throughout the frenzy.

While you were driven mad to having been denied your pleasure, the four were far past their limits of restraint, years of desiring you simply unbearable to try to maintain when you were standing before them, expressing the same shameless need.

What resulted was Akira grinning deviously while his arms remained ensnared around your body, Akechi and Ryuji standing either side of you while a reverent Yusuke was quick to kneel before you, his face nuzzling against your thighs.

His breath hot and one hand groping your breast, Akechi harshly nipped at your ear in reprimand. "So what you mean to tell us was that you lied under oath?"

"You--!" Ryuji growled under his breath, turning your chin so you were looking directly into his eyes. "You said you didn't do any sex shit with your customers! Right to our faces, you said this, even while fuckin' Mishima was doing this to you...!" Pressing his pelvis right into your side, he slowly ground his hips against your body, making sure you felt every aching inch of his erection.

Yusuke's admiration of your naked form paused for a moment as his hands reached for your hips. "A beautifully cunning display of deception, but still: I don't take too kindly to being lied to," he began, his tone sharp as he glowered, "An offense worthy of the most severe of punishments, I must say. You'd do well to earn forgiveness."

And never to be excluded, Akira brought his lips to the side of your neck opposite of Akechi, creating a trail of kisses and affectionate bites all the way up to your ear. "Guess playing secrets didn't stop with the Phantom Thieves, hm?" He queried innocently, even while a wicked smirk remained on his face. "How much did you indulge him?"

Pride and humility be damned, all you cared about was pleasure--yours a priority with theirs just a half-step below.

"Enough to take you all on," you challenged, which in turn incited fiery expressions that were adamant to rise to your proposition. "Don't look so appalled! Y-You're all some corrupt bastards here anyway with how you tricked me into all this and treated me today! It's like you didn't learn a thing from when we were Phantom Thieves!"

"Hmph, it wasn't like any of us were angels to begin with," Akechi countered with a click of his tongue.

"For once I gotta agree with Ace Defective," Ryuji snickered, ignoring the glare sent his way. He looked directly towards you, his tone light despite how serious his sentiment was. "You expect us to be all pure and well-behaved around you? Do you know how many times I've jerked off after we hit up the Metaverse because you looked so fuckin' gorgeous and sexy in your thief getup?"

Yusuke's hands withdrew from your hips as he held them before his face, his eyes staring at them in reflection. "I'll be frank--I cannot even attempt to hide my own lustful depravity with my desire for you, of which affected me to the point when I could not even pick up my pencil to draw..." His gaze shifted back to your thighs before focusing on your dripping core, the slick sheen of it making his mouth water. "...but rather, attempt to ease my lusts within the confines of my dorm room."

"Yusuke, dude, just be normal like the rest of us and say you were jerking off while thinking about her."

"...I am not you, Ryuji."

Akira caught your attention as he delicately trailed up your stomach before reaching for your other breast. "Don't act so highly." Squeezing and fondling your chest, he purred harshly into your ear. "You're the one with the greedy, lustful, and gluttonous heart after all."

That seemed to spur on the other three, who were back to focusing more on reprimanding action than word. Seeing Akira touch your chest and kiss your neck made Akechi do the same, albeit a bit harsher by comparison, if just to elicit the cry of his name. Yusuke was back to revering your thighs with his mouth, while Ryuji's fingers sought to trail over your clit.

And thus you found little reason to be shy about your feelings for them any longer.

"I know and I don't care!"

Everyone's eyes were trained on your face.

A deep, dark chuckle rose from Akira's throat, his hand squeezing your breast firmly. Holding you tighter to his body, he pressed his erection right against your backside, grinding against you with as much fervor as Ryuji did. His voice husky, he demanded, "Then confess to your vices! Show us how much you want us to take your heart."

And then, as though on cue, you watched as Akechi, Yusuke, and Ryuji reach for their belts and the zippers of their pants, all while you felt Akira do the same once he released his hold on your chest. As soon as you caught glimpse of their erect cocks--even feeling the heat of one press right against your ass--you were shameless in your plea. The reveal surpassed anything you ever fantasized about. "I don't care who goes first! Just please--! Any of you, fuck me! I don't know how much more I can take!"

"What's this now? A maid pleading for services?" Ryuji queried with a cocky grin.

"Mm, more like a confirmation of what I expected this establishment to be," Akechi hummed in response. "I wonder--how much would it cost to fuck one of the pretty maids here?"

You shook your head vigorously. Though you knew they only meant this in jest, you absolutely refused to lose the chance of getting fucked by all four. "You never have to pay--I'll be yours! You all can have and own me! Whatever you want me to do, however you want me to be--I'll do it!"

"Aww," Ryuji chuckled, leaning over to kiss your cheek. "No need to go that far, babe! Just be yourself!" His hand reached for the hem of his shirt.

"It's the only way we'd want you anyhow," Yusuke assured soothingly, his hands undoing the buttons of his lavender-colored top. "We've all longed for you since our days as vigilantes."

"Precisely. This was all done out of our respective affection for you." His hands loosening his tie, Akechi quipped ever so cheerfully, "Even if you being our fucktoy sounds promising--mine especially."

With yet another kiss to your neck, Akira hummed out his agreement while shrugging off his black blazer, all the while smirking. "That, I can't argue with."

Clothes littered the floor, and soon there was absolutely nothing in the way between your body and theirs.

And then, after such an excruciating, painful yet tantalizing delay, you were ravaged accordingly and thoroughly.

For as much as your sopping core ached for release, you were practically drooling at the sight of their erect cocks, flushed with generous beads of pre-cum dripping at the top. Your knees not even giving way, you sunk down to the floor, your lips parting open, eager to be filled.

Ryuji made sure you were not kept waiting, with a hand threaded through the back of your hair and his cock easing into your mouth with ease. The inviting warmth of your throat caused him to moan--a sweet, simpering sound at that--his head tossed back by how gleeful you were to suck him off. Still tingling from when he was rutting intensely against you earlier, the same energy from prior was amplified as he wasted no time to fuck your mouth.

As you savored the taste of Ryuji's cock, you brought up your hands as an offering to be used by the others as they saw fit. Akechi and Akira--envious of how swift the blonde was--were quick to grab onto your wrists and guide your fingers to their dicks, both groaning as you stroked them both simultaneously. As for Yusuke, he wasn't even bothered to have to wait, finding an immeasurable amount of euphoria just by being able to nudge the head of his cock over your cheeks whenever he had the chance, shivering and crying out under his breath while seeing his pre-cum coat your skin--as if he needed more reason to claim you thoroughly with his seed.

Of course, you made sure to not play favorites, as you loved all equally.

You made sure they all had a chance to thrust away at your mouth and savor the muffled moans you emitted in response, especially when the four took turns with either positioning themselves beneath you to have sate their craving of your dripping center with their tongues and fingers, or kissing and marking your breasts with their lips and cocks. Sensation overload was an understatement, if by the amount of times they eased your ache by finally letting you climax freely as you desired.

By contrast to them however, as magnificent of a sensation as your throat was, all were hungering to stuff you full of their cum by any means possible.

Especially Akechi, who, not to be beaten by anyone again was the first to act. Far beyond patience, he took advantage of his position beneath you to lift your hips off of his face and instead guide you towards his cock. You had no protest to this, and were just as eager to sink down the length of his dick, reeling in from the pleasure of being stretched by his girth at long last.

A raptured gasp of "yes!" uttered breathlessly as he latched onto your hips and hoist you up and down his cock. While you were happy to reciprocate his actions by grinding down on him, he insisted--rather, demanded--that you follow his pace. He bit his lip, marveling at the sight of you being bounced onto his cock, your face flushed and breasts jiggling with each movement. Your helplessness satisfied him to no end, even if your moans and cries of his name were obscured by Ryuji and Yusuke stuffing your mouth with their cocks.

As for Akira, he stepped away for a moment--really, just so quick that you barely noticed that he was gone. A tube of lube in hand, he certainly didn't intend on being beaten by Akechi, nor did he wish to deny you of your realized wishes any further than he already had. With copious lubricant on his fingers and cock, and the rasp in his low, velvety voice as he uttered filthy reassurances and comfort into your ear while his naked body pressed against your back, he eventually began fucking your ass in tandem with Akechi pummeling up to your core.

"Yes, that's it--good girl!" Akira hissed while his lips sloppily kissed your neck, one arm curled around your body while he groped one breast--the other mauled by Akechi's teeth and tongue--as the other struck your ass over and over in contrast to every deep, drawn out thrust. "Squeezing around us so tightly, so hungry for the taste and feel of cock. You don't even need to say a word on how much you're loving this...!"

"Had enough of my dick yet, baby?" Ryuji teased, grinning while he thumbed over your full cheek with affection. "Too bad you won't get to taste my cum, 'cause I'm saving all that for your pretty pussy, and hell, even for your tight little ass if ya' beg nice enough!"

Yusuke shivered as your tongue continued to drag along underneath the length of his cock, fighting the urge to spill into and coat your throat with his cum. "A-And the same can be said for me." Gaining his bearings, he heaved out, "I intend on painting you as the goddess of eros that you truly are, darling."

Akechi couldn't resist a chuckle. "For such a gorgeous goddess, you sure do succumb pretty easily to the whims of man~"

However, he was soon left to groaning and crying out once he and Akira climaxed within you. As you whimpered and thrashed with your own release, you were truly rendered a splendid dripping mess, one that Yusuke and Ryuji were happy to add to once you were passed along to them, now with the latter fucking your ass from beneath while the former gladly pumped his cock inside you from on top.

Though having just climaxed, neither Akira nor Akechi were through with you yet, as both were positioned on either side of your body, the two at a clash to possess your lips with theirs while their fingers journeyed over your naked front side.

But even caught between the rivalry of the two and the intensive friendly cooperation between Yusuke and Ryuji, for as ravenous as they were, there wasn't a moment when their more affectionate side didn’t shine through. For every filthy word cursed out was the declaration of love from any--or each--of the four, gentle strokes to soothe spanked and other skin left marred by rough affection, bites to your neck and breasts kissed over with reverence.

Still, even so, they were still salty about Mishima, and did not hold back their feelings on your deceit whatsoever.

"Goddamn--Mishima got a farewell fuck and I didn't?" Ryuji grunted when he had you all to himself, fucking you from behind as he had you positioned on your hands and knees. "Well, looks like I'm making up for lost time with you!"

He suddenly grabbed for a handful of your ass, the rhythm of his thrusts picking up with speed. You didn't need to look back to see the cocky smirk and wink on his features. "Probably for the better--my stamina's unmatched now thanks to university track!"

When Yusuke had you cradled on his lap as he thrusted up into your center with languid sensuality, his mouth lifted off from your breasts to sigh out in reflection. "I thought being apart from you would ease the intense lascivious fantasies that plagued me during high school. Instead, they only worsened as I yearned to simply stand before you face to face."

His hand cupped your cheek, tilting your head to have you gaze right at the adoring look on his face just before he kissed you out of genuine piety. "The rapture I feel in my heart right now, to feel your wet heat constrict so tightly around me--I feel I can paint without hesitation for the lifetimes to come."

Afterwards, when Akechi was kneeling by the side of your head, looking utterly amused as he watched your tongue happily flitter out your lips to lick along and circle around the head of his cock. His voice thick with desire, he purred out, "If I had known you'd be crawling all over Mishima, I would've had you come to my place before I left. Honestly, I would've just taken you with me to London."

"And I would've been at Heathrow, ready to steal you away to Paris," Akira quipped in rebuttal, all while he had your legs spread wide as his cock pushed in and out of your core with wondrous refined fluidity. Licking his lips with glee, he added, "It would've been the perfect getaway."

The perfect getaway.

Those words remained in your head all throughout the remaining duration of your reservation.

The last you would have.

For as many times as you were made to climax, to receive load after load of cum inside of you or splattered across your naked body, you soon realized that this was your newfound reality.All this time spent hopelessly pining after the four.

Now they were all clamoring to have you as theirs, a begrudging but accepted alliance made to share.

As you laid sprawled upon the cafe floor, gasping for breath in a euphoric daze while you were attended to by Akira, Ryuji, Yusuke, and Akechi through kisses and embraces, sweet words of affection, and more, you were full of contentment and love, a tranquility seemingly unfelt before now enveloping you whole.

After today, you would have no need to return to this maid cafe to work especially once Akechi reported his findings. No customers to attend to, no hopefuls to deny.

And most of all, no more secrets to hold.

You knew Makoto, Ann, Futaba, and Haru were going to be in for quite a reveal once you showed up with your quartet in tow--even if you knew they would be supportive, if not teasing and relieved. Your Ibiza trip would still be a go, if just because now you would be supported by the income of three summer jobs attempting to somehow beat the steady income of a detective.

Upon your return, fall would be here and the five of you would split your separate ways yet again.

But this was merely farewell, not goodbye.

You had no reason to feel lonely, or feel like your heart was empty.

Because no matter the day, whether in bittersweet parting or joyous reunion, or the amount of distance in-between, you knew you were taken.

Your heart stolen by four men who weren't quite ready to give up on being thieves.

#akira kurusu #goro akechi #yusuke kitagawa #ryuji sakamoto #persona 5 #reader insert #the get laid cafe #fic #super freaknasty writing #management will return in a queue minutes

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Client Report: Shuichiro Momoi (MATURE)

“It’s so weird you sitting there smiling. I’m not sure I like it.”

Miho said from the other side of her desk, almost a little bitter since she didn’t have a reason to smile currently with Goto just leaving for an undercover operation.

Rose was sat in Miho’s office, writing up her last clients report. Well, this could be her last client for a very long time since all that had gone on at MJS recently. And while the atmosphere was tense and sombre. Everyone tried their best to remain positive at least – except for Miho who had been hugging her Domo plushie for the last hour or so.

Rose couldn’t help having a reason to smile. She’d found Ryosuke.

“Stop looking at me then.”

Rose sassed back although she wanted to wipe the inane grin off her own face because of Miho’s current situation, she couldn’t.

“Was the client that good? Or are you thinking about a certain puppy of yours?”

Miho’s eyebrow arched but she knew the answer to that question before she asked it.

“Don’t call him a puppy, it reminds me too much of Kisaki.”

Rose’s body shivered, that was one encounter she wished she could forget. But somehow, she had a feeling it wouldn’t be the last – especially since Ryosuke and Ota knew each other, even if it was through Mr Oh.

“I really wish I had seen that, Jazz said he deserved it,” Miho leaned back in her chair as if she was imaging it. “But don’t avoid my question. Tell me about him.”

“Fine, his name is Ryosuke. And actually he was the reason I learnt self-defence when I was younger. We were neighbours and he was the kind of annoying kid that just didn’t know when to quit. He’d hang around me like a – well like a lost puppy. He was always so happy go lucky and energetic, the total opposite of me. He was infectious and I found myself wanting to be around him.”

Miho nodded, a soft smile playing on her lips as if she knew something Rose didn’t.

“Eventually he didn’t annoy me anymore. And I actually started to look forward to seeing him after school. Since we went to different schools we only saw each other after. But he’d always have these odd scrapes and bruises on his hands and knees.”

Rose frowned, she remembered confronting him about them on several occasions. And he’d just say he was a ‘klutz’ and fell over. She wasn’t stupid – while he smiled and laughed it off, his eyes looked sad and his eyes never looked sad. But she couldn’t do anything about it or she didn’t think she could because they didn’t attend the same school.

“He was a scrawny, short boy and was so innocent and saw the best in everyone – that was his greatest quality.”

Rose smiled again, he was the only person that saw beyond Rose’s cold exterior. No one had ever broken her walls down as easily as he did – well not until the MJS ladies.

“But kids are assholes. They saw his kindness as his weakness and pushed him around, literally. I wanted to protect him somehow. So I asked to join my Uncle’s Dojo.”

Rose realised she was rambling about part of her past that both made her who she is and haunted her. She knew that MJS knew she was kind of like a guard dog when it came to people she cared about but it was still hard for her, the metaphorical walls may have been knocked down but there was still rubble all around her.

“Long story short – I kicked some bully asses, nearly go kicked out of school and Ryo got mad at me for getting myself in trouble for him. He shouted at me, possibly the only time I saw him remotely close to being angry but in seconds I had him pinned to the floor.”

Miho chuckled and Rose looked at her.

“I know, it’s like a running theme right? But he wouldn’t listen to me so I had to take drastic action. I wanted to protect him, he was and still is extremely important to me.”

“So he’s basically like your puppy?”

Miho questioned as if she was trying to make Rose realise something.

“No. He might have been when we were younger but he’s not a puppy anymore, well not mine anyway.”

Rose felt a plunge of sadness strike her heart.

Why did that upset her?

“I see.”

Miho nodded well aware of the sudden change in Rose’s expressions. Miho was a woman of wisdom and she knew that some people needed to work things out for themselves rather than be told.

“You’ll have to tell me more about him at our sleepover tonight.”

Miho chirped, the sadness in her voice masked with a forced excitement attempting to cover up her upset but failing miserably.

I think it’s been said before but MJS seriously has some badass bitches who didn’t succumb to drama and angst easily.

“But for now, finish that client report. I’m going to grab a coffee, want one?”

Miho was more than a fair boss. There was an even mix of work and play – outside of the actual date scenarios, and it made for a great working atmosphere. And a great atmosphere meant happy employees.

“Yes, Sir.”

Rose saluted at Miho.

“Okay, just for the Sir comment I’m not bringing you coffee now. And don’t think I won’t kick your ass if you keep giving me lip. Don’t forget I was an assassin in a past life.”

Rose chuckled and waved her hand as if to admit defeat. After all, even if Miho wasn’t serious in her threat, she knew Miho was more than capable of handling herself in her past life and in her current life.

After that, Miho left the office to get their beverages and Rose picked up her clients profile again, thinking back to the beginning of the date.

“Hey, sorry to make you come all the way here instead of the bar we agreed on.”

He picked up the bowl full of icing and whisked it as if it was the lightest and easiest thing in the world – and from a disastrous experience of her own, Rose knew it wasn’t.

“No problem. Sounds like you’ve been pretty busy.”

She wasn’t lying when she said it wasn’t a problem. Although being here at all was kind of disappointing since she’d just found her best friend, she was still on an adrenaline rush that made it difficult for her to sit still or for her mind to be focused on one thing. But work was work. She had time for a social life later. Rose leaned over the counter trying to squash her jittery hands and watched him.

“You have no idea.” He sighed.

Shuichiro Momoi. 25 years old. Pastry chef and part owner of Pâtisserie Larme in Jiyugaoka. He was a very handsome man, still young, in good physical shape despite all the sweet treats around him every day, he could bake and he had his own successful business at such a young age.

He ticked all the right boxes for a lot of women. Although, it wasn’t as simple as that – she hadn’t witnessed much of his personality yet. Even at the brief meeting with him and Miho, he was quite serious and robotic about the entire thing.

Which wasn’t a bad thing.

“While you finish up, mind if I ask you some questions about your ideal wife?”

Rose said getting out her sketchbook – she had planned to makes notes but it was kind of becoming a theme for her to draw clients as part of their profile. And with the inspiration of such decorative cakes all around her, she was in her element. As well as to keep her focused on the job at hand.

“Go ahead. I’m almost done anyway.”

“Tell me about your ideal type? What specifically do you want in a woman?”

Rose flicked her pencil in the same motion as Momoi did when he iced the cakes he was making.

“Hm. Well, I think it’s easier to tell you what I don’t want and I don’t want to date another pastry chef.”

He said, his tone sharp but flat and deathly serious.

“Oh?”

It wasn’t meant to come out as inquisitive as it sounded but Rose couldn’t exactly suck back in the sound she just created.

“Bad experience.”

Was all he said, the end of his sentence making it quite obvious he didn’t want to go into any further detail. So, he had a wall up. Not willing to show someone his scars like a badge of honour. He needed someone patient to chip away his armour.

Noted.

“While I respect that it’s probably still a tough subject for you, you are aware that I need full honesty from you to find you the best match, right?” Rose said.

She glanced and him and he gave a nod but didn’t look at her.

There was silence for a moment only the sound of her pencil scratching against paper. Rose wasn’t sure what to say – he hadn’t really answered her previous question, well he had but there were millions of women who weren’t specifically pastry chefs. It was almost like he chose to end that conversation there. And so far, all of her clients had been more than honest with her since it was to their benefit. This was basically the first wall she’d walked into yet.

“What are you doing?”

His voice boomed over her head and the sudden appearance of his voice, much closer now made her head bolt up and straight into his chin.

“Shit.”

He grunted, stumbling back slightly.

“Ah, fuck. I’m so sorry, are you okay?”

Rose dropped her pencil and got up and briskly walked round to where Momoi stood. She pushed his hands out the way that held his possibly bruised chin and replaced them with her own.

“Jeez, you have a seriously hard head.” He grumbled.

But he allowed her to continue touching him and inspect his chin for any damage. She titled his head upwards to get a better look. His jawline was really something, it was sharp and strong. Surprising really that he hadn’t shattered Rose’s skull.

“You chin isn’t exactly soft.”

Before she even realised, her fingers softly followed the bone. When her eyes flitted up to his face, there was a tinge of pink to his cheeks and he seriously avoided eye contact. While she was here for more than a caress of his chin, she also didn’t want to step over any boundaries he had.

“Sorry,” Rose let her hands drop after making sure he was not seriously hurt. “and to answer your question. I was just drawing – I’m an art student.”

A deep intake of breath and Momoi looked at Rose. His brow furrowed into a scowl and while she would have assumed he was pissed, the slow arch of his eyebrow was the first expression she’d seen other than his resting bitch face.

“That doesn’t really surprise me,” Momoi eyed her from head to toe. “You have that whole artist ‘look’.”

“Is that an insult or a compliment?”

Rose stepped back so she was able to look at him without craning her neck too much and crossed her arms under her chest. Effectively creating some impressive cleavage that poked out of her shirt. And she was rewarded with an obvious glance from Momoi.

“What would you do if I said insult?”

This was starting to get somewhere. While the banter was basic at best, it was still more than what she’d gotten out of him already.

Rose walked back slowly, not taking her eyes off his until she reached the almost empty bowl of icing. She gracefully, still looking at him dipped her finger into the bowl and got a generous amount of icing on her finger and raised it until she could lick it clean off.

Momoi watched, his stoic face shifting into the slightest of teasing smirks.

“You’re lucky I’ve finished icing the cakes or I’d make you pay for the icing you just ate.”

While Rose thought that perhaps if she wasn’t here for the reason she was, that threat would have been serious. After all, he clearly took a lot of pride in his work and the dedication it took to make and perfect each individual cake.

“You’re lucky it tastes as good as it looks or I’d need something to wash away such a dissatisfying taste.”

Rose gave her finger one final lick before she walked back towards Momoi.

“I’m so glad Aki isn’t here.” He sighed.

For a moment Rose thought that perhaps he’d be embarrassed by how openly they were just flirting in his work place and the innuendo that left her lips. But there was something about him that reminded her of Minato.

If he was anything like Minato, this was going to be fun.

However, he looked completely comfortable in his posture, in his gaze and in his movements as he tugged Rose into his chest.

His lips were on hers and their bodies pressed as close together as the height difference would allow. The kiss was warm and smooth. Their heads titled together as Momoi changed the angle. Rose’s hands were gripping tightly onto him for support, he was greedy in his kisses and even with her vast experience, Rose struggled to keep up with his pace.

“Hah…Not – Not here.”

He panted as he took a moment to catch his own breath before he kissed her again.

While Rose was starting to get into the heat of the moment – she also knew it wasn’t very sanitary to have sex in a kitchen that was used to make cakes for mass human consumption. And reluctantly she pulled back.

She looked at him with lustful eyes and waited for him to show her in the direction of where he wanted to continue.

He took her hand and escorted her to a set of stairs and with his eyes motioned for her to go up them. However, he did not follow and just watched her as she continued.

“Enjoying the view?”

Rose called as she peered over her shoulder.

“Would be better if your shirt wasn’t in the way,” He dismissed but his tone still teasing. “I’m just gonna lock up, I don’t think we want any unexpected visitors.”

“Wouldn’t be the first time.”

Rose smirked thinking back to the time her and Kyobashi were just about to reach their orgasms and his bedroom door burst open, and what she could only assume was his friend/co-worker walked in. She never caught his name but he was pretty hot and the way he blushed was extremely adorable.

She continued up the stairs with that memory replaying in her head and went into the room where Momoi told her to wait.

It was really hot upstairs. The room was probably directly above the kitchen so the heat from the ovens seeped into this room. She undid her shirt, popping each button – while she would have endured the heat for any other reason, her shirt would probably be coming off anyway so she may as well make a head start.

With her shirt thrown over the back of the sofa, Rose sat back in position and a few moments later Momoi entered.

“Sorry, the guy who ships our deliveries just showed-“

Momoi cut off his sentence when he lifted his eyes from the floor to Rose. And Rose smirked in response, it always made her feel really good when she removed her clothes and she got that kind of reaction.

People always didn’t expect her to have the figure she has from the baggy shirts and t-shirts she wore.

“Something wrong, Shu?”

Rose hadn’t asked if she could be so informal, not that she normally did but with what was to come calling him “Mr Momoi” seemed a little strange, unless he asked her to call him that.

“Jeez.”

He whistled out in a deep exhale. He shut the door behind himself and began to undo his uniform on his way to where Rose was seated.

“I like a mature woman, but you,” he said wrapping a hand loosely round her throat and pulling her up. “Are pretty damn impressive.”

He kissed her again, not allowing her to respond to his compliment. And Rose fell into the kiss.

The rest of their clothes were shed without any hesitation. Although, Rose’s underwear was left on. Perhaps her intricate strappy mesh bra and panties combo was a good choice because Momoi didn’t seem the least bit interested in taking them off.

“Like doing it with underwear on?”

Rose queried as he pushed her into a sitting position on the sofa.

“Mm, if the underwear is this sexy – yes.”

He responded but still stood.

Rose made a mental note that he was a fan of sexy underwear and waited for him to make the next move. She looked at him through her lashes and blinked sensually – she knew what she wanted to do next and she was hoping her eyes were doing a good job at asking for permission as well as her sneaky hand that was running down his stomach.

“Uh-uh. You have to vocalise what you want.”

He smirked, pushing her hand away.

“I want to suck your dick – please.”

Rose didn’t hesitate to answer to his terms. It wasn’t as if she was ashamed of wanting to blow him.

“Good girl.”

Momoi brushed his hand through her hair and encouraged her to slide off the sofa and onto her knees by putting a little pressure on the back of her head. And she complied happily.

“Looks like it’s not only your cakes that rise well.”

Rose said – she couldn’t miss the opportunity to make a pun out of his job and his semi-erection.

Abruptly, before Rose could even get his boxers down and around his ankles, Momoi pulled her hair back and made her head tilt up to his towering form.

“You’ve got a lewd mouth.”

“You’re going to find out just how lewd.”

Rose moaned, enjoying the pain on her hair follicles.

Momoi let out a growl and encouraged her once more to get down to business.

So he enjoyed dirty talk too – noted.

Rose pulled his boxers down and the semi she had seen protruding through his boxers was now a full blown erection. And she subconsciously licked her lips – it was amazing how a little dirty talk could turn someone on so much.

He wasn’t huge, Rose would say about average but he was thick and girthy. Each vein seemed to stick out and throb against his skin. And it was all cased in the delicious chocolate colour of his pubic hair.

“Don’t just stare at it.”

Momoi said, his tone impatient under Rose’s gaze.

And Rose wasn’t one to keep someone waiting. She gripped the base of his cock and watched Momoi’s body tense at the contact.

Once he relaxed again, Rose gave one stroke with her fist before she leant in to kiss his tip. It was a feather light brush on her lips and she stared up at him to watch his response.

His eyes tightly shut before opening and he stared down at her. A stern expression as if to say ‘don’t keep me waiting.’

Rose shut her own eyes and sucked his tip between her lips. The salty taste hitting her savoury pallet in the dribble of the pre-cum that she swiped at with her tongue. Rose opened her eyes again as she began to bob her head. One thing she loved about blowjobs was watching a man enjoying her mouth.

Their eyes met for a brief moment until Rose grazed her teeth along the top of his cock. Momoi’s eyes squeezed shut and the grip he had on her hair tightened. Rose did that one more time before continuing to bob her head.

She continued like this for perhaps ten more seconds before switching it up. She removed him from her mouth with a lewd pop. Tilting his cock up towards his stomach – Rose licked the underside of his cock from base to tip and back down again.

And next was the focus on his balls, which seemed to throb against her tongue as she traced small circular patterns before sucking on one then turning her attention to the other.

Rose gripped onto his thigh for support and dug her nails in when he gripped her and pulled her once more to put his cock back in her mouth.

But this time he set the pace – thrusting his hips forward into her mouth, pushing as far back as her gag reflex would allow. When she began sputtering, he held his position and looked down at her.

“Swallow.”

Rose swallowed, although she wasn’t actually swallowing anything – it was the contraction of her throat muscles that contracted around the head of his cock that pressed against her tonsils. Momoi groaned and pulled back out of her mouth.

“You weren’t wrong when you said your mouth is lewd.”

Momoi panted, releasing his tight grip of her hair and smoothing it down. And Rose smiled, one of things she enjoyed about rough sex was the softness that was hidden under all the pleasurable pain.

“But if we keep that up, I’m not gonna last much longer,” He said bending to wrap his arms around her and pick her up. “And I’ve got to an inspection of your pretty little cake before I do that.”

Momoi grinned, obviously pleased with his own baking pun.

Rose chuckled, wobbling slightly as Momoi helped her stand. The pins and needles made her legs ache but she couldn’t asked for a moment to walk it off – it would spoil the mood.

So instead she decided to turn and kneel on the sofa and lean against the back of it. Her ass perched up and ready for inspection. And she was rewarded for her position by a little spank on her behind.

“You’re such a good girl.”

Rose wiggled her ass in response. The ache between her thighs from the make-out sessions and the blowjob was bordering on painful. And the little wet patch on her underwear showed that.

“Did you enjoy sucking my dick that much?”

Rose nodded as he gripped each of her cheeks.

“Say it.”

He slapped her ass again but this time with a little more force. And Rose threw her head back in enjoyment.

“I loved sucking your dick.”

She panted, she was already extremely turned on – the lack of friction was starting to get realllllly frustrating. She gasped when her underwear was pushed to the side and the air hit her damp pussy, a buzz of a shiver ran over her body from head to toe.

The intrusion of a finger into her wet glove was not unwelcome but still made Rose moan out her surprise. The much needed friction satisfying the frustration he’d caused making her blood pulse around her body faster than before.

He leaned over her form and brushed her hair to one side of her neck and kissed softly against the other side. A complete contradiction to the almost pounding his hand was doing as he thrust in and out of her pussy adding a second finger after two thrusts.

For a moment, he just breathed against her neck and her ear as he continued to fuck her with his fingers.

“I’m not allowed to mark you, am I?”

He asked, his teeth grazing her already bruised throat – the marks Minato had left still not fully healed.

“My – My boss wouldn’t be happy if I showed up with more visible bruises.”

Rose moaned out, struggling to form a sentence with the pleasure he was still bestowing on her. But she emphasised on the ‘visible’ part.

“Well then,” His teeth continued to graze down her neck until her reached her shoulder. “I guess I’ll just have to leave some only where you and I know about them.”

Momoi bite down onto her shoulder and sucked harshly. A rush of pain jolting her forward and her moans muffled into the back of the sofa as he made sure he’d leave a sufficient hickey.

“I can’t, I can’t hold back anymore.”

Momoi said as he released her skin.

He retracted from her, the heat from her back making her sweaty skin shiver. But as he pulled his fingers out of her, her pussy was still hot and begging to be cooled down.

Rose stayed in position panting out the lingering pleasure she was feeling.

She leaned on her arm and peered behind her as she watched Momoi head to a locker – which was probably his. After some fumbling he pulled out a small foil package. And Rose was thankful because her bag was still in the kitchen and she’s not sure her legs were stable enough to go and collect them.

Momoi returned to her but instead of continuing this position, he sat on the sofa and made her straddle his lap.

With the condom on, Rose held the base of his cock and began to lower herself onto him. His width stretching her in ways that made her sting but in a pleasant way.

She let of on his cock when his tip was inside her and she gripped onto his shoulders to support her as she engulfed the rest of him. Momoi gripped her hips and pushed her down on this cock with a gentleness that was refreshing in comparison to the roughness he’d showed her so far.

After full insertion, for a moment they sat still and panted. Their breaths mingling into a hotbox of sexual heat.

Then they began to move, and Rose’s hips lifted Momoi pulled his back to the slammed her back down into his lap. The desperation in both of their movements were evident. It was so blissful and gratifying. Each thrust reaching further and further each time – or that is what it felt like.

“God, I – I want you to cum.”

Momoi said, releasing one side of her hip so he could play with her clit.

At the contact Rose’s head flung back and only didn’t fall off his lap thanks to the hold her nails had on the skin of his shoulders.

It wasn’t long till they’d both reached their orgasms.

She was first to cum, and gladly let Momoi use her pussy until he’d found his own.

Rose was putting her clothes on, while Momoi went downstairs – luckily after putting on his own clothes, probably wouldn’t look good if someone saw a naked man wandering around inside of a cake shop – especially since it had peaked in popularity, mostly due to the ‘prince of pastry’.

Once she was presentable, Rose went back down too.

“Here, these are for you.”

Momoi handed Rose a pale pink box.

“Oh and Miss Fujiwara.”

Momoi said as an afterthought.

Rose placed the box on the counter and opened it.

In the box sat six cupcakes, all pale pink and white. Each intricately decorated into symmetric and tasty looking butterflies.

“Oh my god. These a beautiful.”

Rose smiled at Momoi and he blushed. How cute.

“I almost don’t want to eat them,” Rose’s smiled intensified. “Almost. Thank you, are you sure it’s okay for you to just give these to me?”

Momoi nodded, his cheeks still a little pink.

“That’s really sweet of you. Hey, how about when I finish my drawing, I give it to you as a gift? Fair trade.”

Rose offered as she picked up her sketchbook and put it back in her bag.

“Deal. Maybe I’ll have to get you to design some cake for me sometime.”

He smirked as if he hadn’t even give Rose the option to say no.

Rose’s phone began to ring – telling her that the date was over.

“That’s my cue to leave.”

Rose smiled, and Momoi’s disappeared but he nodded.

“Would you like me to take you home?”

Rose shook her head. While she was pretty sure Momoi was a good guy under his abrasive personality, after all that had gone on at MJS she couldn’t allow him to do that.

“I’ll get a cab, thank you. It’s getting late, I’m sure you’d like to go home.”

Rose smiled as she collected her things and then picked up the box of other sweet treats she was itching to wrap her lips around.

“Thank you for this evening and the cakes. You’ll be hearing from either myself or Miho in the next few days.”

Rose said as she headed towards the door. Momoi following closely behind.

When she opened the door, she turned towards him and stepped onto her tiptoes to place a kiss on his cheek, more of western style goodbye than a traditional Japanese one but she felt rude just bowing after what they’d just done together.

“Good night.”

And that was the end of the date.

Rose had just finished writing up Momoi’s report when her phone rang. She didn’t recognise the number but answered anyway.

“Hello?”

“Akane?”

The use of her first name and the almost shy but puppy like voice used made Rose smile instantly.

“Hey Ryo. I’m so glad you actually called. I was half expecting you to forget, you were always good at that.”

Rose chuckled.

“I’d never forget to ring you!!!”

Ryosuke exclaimed, very defensive.

“Yeah, yeah. So what’s up?”

“I, I, Um. Was wondering if you wanted to hang out tomorrow? Mr. Oh gave me the day off and I want to see you. But Don’t worry if you’re busy!”

Rose smiled, he was so adorable.

“I’m not busy tomorrow. What did you have in mind?”

“Really?! Yay. Um, I dunno I hadn’t thought that far ahead,” There was silence on Ryo’s end for a moment. “Oh I know, can we play mario kart?”

Rose’s smile turned into a grin.

“Didn’t get enough of me beating you when we were kids?”

“Hey! I’ve had a lot of practice. I know I’ll be able to beat you this time!”

Rose laughed. He was always so energetic, it was so refreshing.

“We’ll have to see about that. Do you want to come to mine?”

There was another pause on the phone and Rose wondered if she’d asked anything strange.

“Is, Is that really okay?”

“Yeah, why wouldn’t it be?”

Rose was puzzled, he came her house as a kid all the time. And she went to his all the time. Why wouldn’t it be okay?

“N-No reason! Ya, what time should I come to yours? Is it the address on the card you gave me? Do you want me to bring snacks or anything?”

Rose laughed.

“Calm down, Ryo. I can only answer one question at a time. Yes it’s the address on the card and shall we say about one PM ish? And no, I’ll swing by the grocery store after I leave work today.”

“Okay! I can’t wait to see you. Oh, and to finally beat you at Mario Kart.”

Rose shook her head. He was still the same person she knew as a kid and that was such a relief, she was always worried if she found him he’d be completely different.

“Bring it on.”

Rose could hear another voice in the background and by the tone, assumed it was Mr. Oh.

“Ah, yes. Sorry Boss, right away,” Ryosuke’s voice was muffled but Rose could still hear what he was saying. “Akane, I’ve got to go. Mr Oh needs me. I’ll see you tomorrow!”

“Heh, okay. Have a good day!”

Rose hadn’t realised that just by talking to Ryosuke just how much he could affect her mood. She almost didn’t recognise the excitement that came out of her voice as she said goodbye. But she wasn’t bothered.

She was just thinking about what snacks to get for hers and Ryosuke’s Mario Kart date.

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Peace and Coffee Part 3

Part 3 so close to completion one more left!

Briefly PG-13

1 2 3 4(Complete)

His plan to distract himself was not as easy as he had thought. His mind would wander during the day, reveries of their embrace playing through his thoughts. The inappropriate desires of his early adolescent years coming back with a vengeance. His mind was no longer a safe place to be. He focused every fiber of his being on work, on his family, his brothers, his nieces and nephews, his girlfriend anything he possible could to leave no time for ideal fantasies.

It was working. His brain buzzed with all kinds of topics and people that did not involve Joy. The only time he ever even thought about her now was Wednesday mornings. Of course he did have times when he wondered how she was doing on the other side of the world…but he didn’t let his untrustworthy mind stay there for too long.

Days were a struggle but he managed. Nights proved to be worse. At night he could monitor his thought patterns, but it was harder than it was during the day. Everyone he spoke to or spent time with during the day was asleep at night. He didn’t have that distraction. And if he dared to sleep he was doomed! His subconscious was a true Benedict Arnold!

He had finally laid to down to sleep one night and had a dream that made him never want to sleep again. It was so intense, so real, so heated. He was naked, in his bed, and was entangled with her. He was kissing her deeply. Her hands running over his heated skin, pulling at his hair. Her moans filling his ears. In his mind he imagined it was Martha, but when he had opened his eyes—he was staring at Joy.

He had shot awake instantly. Panting. Sweating. His boxers uncomfortable wet. He moaned and curled up in a ball. Not only were his own thoughts a battle zone, but now he couldn’t find any release in slumber. Gosh he has so many issues! He doubled the coffee and tripled the energy drinks to stay awake for as long as he physically could. And when he crashed he was out for about two or three hours, no more. Overwhelming incongruous dreams waking him from his rest. When he woke he left no time to reflect on his sick dreams. He immediately drowned himself in work churning out five new products within seventy-two hours. He managed to save face for the video chats and never talked about himself, always kept the conversation steered in the direction of her life in the Philippines. She had tried to that to him as well not trusting her words and emotions, but Castel was a headstrong, forceful, stubborn guy. He refused to answer any questions that he couldn’t answer in five words or less. The tension was back, it was underlying and neither wanted to address it—a limited video phone call not really the best form of communication to discuss such an intense matter.

Not wanting to face the taunting occurrence, they both suffered with their inner turmoil in their own ways. Castel repressing it and not sleeping, Joy spending as much time as she could with the people of the village and her Peace Corp groupies. Eventually it all passed. The feelings, the dreams, the longing—distance will do that they each guessed. They had fallen back into familiar comfort by the time Joy had come home on break for Christmas.

She had hugged him and he held her, happy to have her home again even if it was for a short time. As he had promised he took out to dinner in exchange for her setting him up with Martha. He had taken her to a restaurant they hadn’t been to in years—Dave & Busters. The only one near them was about a two-hour drive north, but neither of them cared. The drive was spent filled with laughter and singing along with the tunes she blasts from her playlist—from rap to country to hip-hop to Disney they sang it all.

When they got to the restaurant they weren’t that hungry just yet so Castel buys a bunch of tokens for them and they play in the arcade. Joy dominates the ski ball game and does her signature victory dance as Castel glares at her in mock anger that he lost, but he truthfully doesn’t care. He’s just happy to have his best friend back. They both dance and jump around as ‘Alone’ by Marshmello plays. Some people look at them funny, but neither of them care. They play the crane game; Joy’s skilled hand directs the crane over the prize she wants. Castel leans against the machine holding it still so the crane doesn’t shake around—a trick they had learned about the crane game years ago—as Joy grabs a mad scientist looking teddy bear. They watch the crane swing around and it wobbles a little just as it reaches the prize slot.

“Wait,” Joy says watching the crane with such intensity Castel is certain the metal will spontaneously combust under her gaze. “Waaaaaait.” She says and waits until the crane shifts to the right threatening to drop her bear just before the prize slot, “Now Cassie!”

Castel pushes hard against the machine lifting it up off the ground just enough to rock the crane to the left. The crane releases and drops the bear into the prize slot. Joy squeals and takes the bear out of the slot as Castel rights the machine again.

“I can’t believe after all these years they never caught on,” Joy giggles and hugs the bear.

“Well it’s just supposed to suck your wallet dry,” Castel smiles and puts his hands in his pockets. “It always drops your prize just before the slot. It’s a scam.”

“Unless your smart like us,” she grins and winks at him.

“Very true Jo-Jo,” he smiles and nods. “Are you ready to go eat?”

“Food sounds great right about now,” she bounces on her toes. “Lead on Casanova!”

The sit down at a booth and look over the menu for a few minutes. The waiter takes their drink orders and leaves.

“What looks good?” Castel asks Joy, looking at her over his menu.

“Hhhmmm,” she hums chewing her bottom lip. “How about we get the sampler?”

“For an appetizer?” He asks and she laughs.

“No for our meal,” she smiles sweetly at him. “Don’t you remember we used to love having appetizer dinners?”

He blinks as the memories flood his brain. He remembers always having mozzarella balls, jelly meatballs, mini corn dogs, pizza rolls, and mini quiches for dinner some nights as kids. He smiles as the memories cause a warmth of happiness to pool in his chest.

“I do,” he nods and smiles at her. “I’m sorry Martha has gotten me into the habit of always ordering you know, an actual meal.” He closes his menu, “I forgot how much I loved having just finger foods for dinner! It sounds great!” He laughs.

She smiles brightly and closes her menu as well, “Sweetness!”

In truth he hadn’t forgotten at all, but he hadn’t had just finger foods for dinner since he started dating Martha. He had ordered the sampler for his meal on their second date and she kind of made fun of him—called him a big kid. Since then he’s always ordered a burger, or steak, or something a little more…“grown up” as Martha had put it. Joy was never like that though, she always loved doing crazy and fun things. She didn’t care if it made her look like a kid she just enjoyed herself.

Martha was actually the complete opposite of Joy. She wasn’t loud and crazy, she didn’t tell dirty jokes to make him snort and turn red. She really didn’t like the whole greased up skater boy look he had going on. “You’re a celebrity now you need to dress like it” she told him as she tossed his Optimus Prime shirt into the ‘get rid of’ pile a few weeks ago.

Joy never cared how he looked. In fact, she had bought about half of the t-shirts he owns…owned. Now his room is cleaned and organized, no trash, no crumpled pieces of paper lying everywhere. His closet is jam packed with suits, cardigans, dress shirts, sweaters, all kinds off ‘dressy clothes’ that he can’t really say he liked…but Martha was happy so he was happy.

Joy smiles and looks Castel over as he places their order for two samplers. He looks very…different. His beard has been cut into a thin, trim goatee and his sideburns are very prominent now that his hair is cut. She was really thrown when she first saw him; his curls are gone. His hair is now cut sleek and even; his bangs are spiked up a little so his forehead is bare.

No t-shirt. No flannel. No sneakers. No wrinkled jeans. Instead he sits across from her in a navy blue shiny shirt, which is tucked into black dress pants complete with a black belt. Navy blue desert boots dawn his feet and…his cologne! It’s changed! He no longer has a sweet woodsy musky scent about him. No now he smells like…well she can’t quite place it, but it’s like a bitter citrus scent—she doesn’t like it.

This is not the Cassie I left, she thinks to herself. He turns from the waiter to smile at her. His eyes. They are the only thing that connects him to the Cassie of the past. Even though he looks so unlike himself, his eyes are still as bright as she remembers. Their deep chocolate color sparkles a little in the light of the lamp above the booth. No, no this is still Cassie. It’s still him.

“So,” she smiles and rests her chin on her hands. “What’s up with the whole extreme makeover look you got going on?”

He smiles, “Hah, just figured it was time for a change.”

“Really?” She quirks a brow.

He shrugs, “Well now that the business is growing so rapidly I’m going to more interviews, press conferences, I even have a photo-shoot coming up for Time.” He smiles, “And Martha said because of that I need to look more like a business man than a scruffy adolescent.”

Ah so this her doing!

“Oh,” she says feeling something curling in the pit of her stomach.

“Yeah,” he nods and sips his unsweetened iced tea—Martha’s orders no more, sugary drinks. “Gotta look good for the press darling” her voice rings his head. He clears his throat, “Yeah new wardrobe, cleanliness, new look, new—”

“Hair cut?” She asks cutting off his rambling.

He blinks and notes the slight hostility in her voice. But he doesn’t address it, “Yeah. She ah said I needed a cleaner look. My curls made me look like a seven-yea-old!” He chuckles and shakes his head, “My curls were an unruly mess anyway,” he says and shrugs. Although he kind of says that last part more for himself than her.

She made him cut his curls!? He did not look like a seven-year-old he looked cute! So what if they were a little unruly? The bed head looked for him! Wow…what’s Martha’s deal? I didn’t peg her for a control freak…why is she trying to change him? Shouldn’t she be dating him for who he is? Isn’t that why you date someone, cause you like them? What does she see him as her project? Wow…maybe I’m not that great of a match maker…but Cassie seems alright. Maybe I’m just overthinking this.

She nods and sips her soda before clearing her throat, “So Cubs Industry is soaring high in the sky, hm?” She smiles.

He chuckles, “Yeah! I’ve got about fifteen different items on the market. I’ve got so many buyers!”

“Sounds like that big brain of yours is racking in the dough,” she teases.

“Yeah,” he chuckles. “I’m actually moving out of my parents’ house.”

“What?” She asks and her voice cracks a little, but she manages to hold her smile. “You’re moving?”

“Yeah,” he sighs a little remember the discussion he had with Martha last week.

“It’s time to grow up,” she had said to him. “No celebrity lives with their parents. And now that you’re rich you can buy your own place.”

He shakes his head and smiles, “Not far though. Just a few streets over.” He says and stirs his tea. “There’s this huge house on James’ Street. It’s really nice.” He chuckles, “It’s got like twenty rooms! I have no idea what I’m gonna do with all that space!”

Her heart tightens. “Why do you want to move Cassie? I mean nothing for nothing but you are only nineteen. It’s not bad to be living with your parents still.”

He looks down into his tea, mesmerized by the slowly melting ice cubes. “Well…Martha suggested I get my own place now that I’m a big name.” He slowly stirs his tea again with his straw, “She had gone house hunting with me. She really liked this one and I don’t mind. It’s not that far from home I can walk over for a visit if I really want to.” He shrugs, “She really likes the house.”

“So is that why you bought it?” She asks careful to not snap.

“Well no, no I liked it too.” He looks up at her and smiles, “Lots of space that I can…do something with…” He trails off.

Oh my gosh…what have I done to him! I’ve hooked him up with this controlling, man changing chick! And Cassie just wants to please her, so he’s doing everything she tells him to do. My poor sweet Cassie! What have I done?!

She chews her bottom lip. This isn’t good. This is bad. This isn’t what I wanted to happen. He’s just coming out of his shell…only to get bossed around by this chick!

“Is everything alright Cas?” She hears herself ask.

He looks a little startled by the question. His eyes are wide and almost scared, and the way he looks at her makes her heart crumble.

No everything is not ok! He yells in his head, Yeah I really like Martha. She’s funny and smart and pretty but she’s really bossy and demanding…nothing like I thought she was when I started pining for her in high school. But it’s okay, everyone has flaws…but I don’t like all the changes…and I don’t know how to tell her that! I like making her happy…no. No you don’t. You’re only focusing on Martha to smother your darker feelings for the other female in your life. You have to love Martha. She’s the safer route…and change is good. Change is alright. You’re okay. You’re okay.

Words catch in his throat as he wants to tell her everything that’s been happening. How he feels, how unhappy he is, how he’s forcing himself to be happy with Martha. But if he did that she’d ask why is he staying with her? And that’d be a flaming ball of disaster because he’d have to reveal the reason he’s trying to learn to love Martha. Because isn’t that what good boyfriends do? Learn to accept you for who you are flaws and all? Even if those flaws happen to be overwhelming controlling over his life.

No he can’t say any of that. And honestly he could just break up with Martha…but then he’d be alone again. And it took him so long to finally ask Martha out! Who knows how long it’d take to ask another girl! Not that there are any other girls that like him. Most of the women he’s had in his life thought he was too nerdy, over the top, dramatic, insane, too intense, and an overall joke. And he is really liking the fact he can say he has a girlfriend…he doesn’t want to go back to being alone.

He grins and nods, “Yeah everything’s all good Joy.”

He’s lying. She knows he is. His eyes always shift everywhere else but the person he’s speaking to whenever he lies. Maybe he thinks she hasn’t noticed it, but she has. She always does. She looks down not sure what to do. Should she pry and get him to tell her the truth? That could end in a fight if he’s stubborn. Nope scratch that. Should she leave it be and wait for him to open up? Cassie is good at ignoring issues and masking his true feelings. Waiting for him to open could take months before he’d actually break down.

She looks up at him again, she opens her mouth not sure what’s about to come out but she’s cut short when the waiter walks up with their food. They thank him and smile at each other before digging in.

He pops a mozzarella ball into his mouth and smiles at the warmth of the dough, and the gooey creamy cheese that oozes out as he chews the little ball. Wow he really missed this—more than he thought. He looks up at Joy who nibbles on a mini quesadilla, her eyes are trained on her plate. She’s in deep thought, he knows because her one hand is twirling a lock of her hair around her finger.

He smirks a little and clears his throat. She jumps slightly and looks up at him and…gosh that look. She looks really surprised, her caramel brown eyes stare up at him, her finger has stopped mid-twirl letting her hair drop against her shoulder. She holds the quesadilla in between her teeth and it hangs down covering her bottom lip. Her eyes are so wide, her cheeks are tinted pink, and she just looks so…cute.

His heart starts pounding in his chest as he stares at her. Thoughts spin through his mind rapidly. Thoughts of his fantasies, daydreams during his alone time, his R-rated dreams, their kiss…Dang it! Stop! No! Why is that still there!? It was months and months ago!

He swallows on reflects and ended up gulping down his half chewed glob of cheese and dough—he gags a little having swallowed it way too soon. He sips his tea and clear his throat as his thoughts relentlessly replay their kiss, his sex dreams, every inappropriate thought he’s ever had about Joy. He runs his hands up and down his legs trying to stop it all, but it wont. It wont stop!

She feels his tension…although she’s not sure what’s got him suddenly so worked up, but she can feel his stressing. She decides to stay quiet thinking about everything Martha has changed about her best friend in the short time she was gone. She doesn’t like it, not at all.

Martha shouldn’t want to change him. There’s nothing wrong with him. He’s the sweetest kindest person she knows. He’s such a loveable dork, why would she want to form him into someone else? I would never do that. Not to anyone. Not any boyfriends. Not Cassie…wait. She pauses her thoughts and looks back at Castel—who is avoiding eye contact, still looking like he’s fighting himself.

Cassie isn’t my boyfriend. He’s my best friend, the other b word. He’s Martha’s boyfriend not yours. She practically shoves the entire mini quesadilla into her mouth as she mulls that thought over. He’s not yours. He’s Martha’s no need to get possessive…but what if he wasn’t Martha’s? Would I want him to be? Would it make things awkward? Why would it? Isn’t it better to date someone your friends with? Someone you already know; someone you already love? …do I want his relationship with Martha to not work out?? Wowie Joy when did you start getting selfish.

Her mind starts to wander as she remembers their kiss. Even after all these months it still plays in the back of mind. It haunts her dreams. Her heart starts to flutter as she remembers all to well what it all felt like. She bites her lip. Should she bring it up? Maybe not. But could he still be thinking about it? She should bring it up. They need to talk about it. She doesn’t even care what his response is but she needs to talk about it.

“Cassie,” she says and he jumps her voice startling him out his now nearly X-rated thoughts. She smiles a little, “I know it was a while ago but…can we please talk about it?” She plays with the hem of her shirt, “We’ve been drifting in and out of these awkward moments since it happened and…I don’t want it to be awkward.”

His eyes are wide and the look in his eyes—he looks like a wounded and scared animal. She chews her bottom lip. Sugar! She shouldn’t have said anything…no! No they need to talk about this no matter what happens they’ll still be friends, that much she can count on. But he looks so nervous and scared. She looks down and sighs a little.

She wants to tell him how their kiss affected her. She wants to tell him how she’s been thinking about it nonstop. She wants to tell him how much she loves him…maybe a little more than friends. She wants to tell him that it’s okay if he doesn’t feel the same, because after all he has Martha. She wants to tell him that no matter what she’ll always love him, that she will always be his friend. She wants to break through this awkwardness and tell him everything…but the scared look in his eyes is just too much for her.

If she were to open up to him anything could happen! He could say he felt the same, that he’s been thinking about it to. He could say he loves her more than just friends. There are so many happy endings to this! But there are more bad endings to this as well. He could get mad that she’s bringing it up now. He could get upset because why wouldn’t she tell him before. He could not want to break up with Martha. Would he really leave Martha for her? Does she want him to? He always gets himself so worked up over little things and it is possible if she reveals how she feels that he could panic because he just got with Martha…no, no she can’t do that him.

I’ll just let him off the hook, she thinks to herself and smiles sweetly at him. She decides to tell him what she has been practicing for months to say.

“Cassie it’s ok,” she says and he blinks a little stunned. “I just wanted to say that we can let it go alright? It’s causing so much tension between us even after all this time and…I don’t want it to be like this.” She looks down at her soda, “It was the heat of it all. We were both really emotional and we got a little caught up in it.” She smiles at him again, “It happened but it didn’t mean anything. We can let it go. You’re still my best friend and I’m still yours, I don’t want that to ever change.”

He stares at her really taken back. She has just said everything he’s been repeating in his mind. And even though he agrees with her it doesn’t change the fact that it really kind of hurts when she says ‘it didn’t mean anything’. He looks down at his tea then back at her. He smiles a little and nods.

“Alright,” he says. “I agree. It was just a mistake fueled by wild emotions.” Ouch, ok that still hurt, she thinks to herself. He pauses a moment, “I never want us to not be friends either.”

She smiles a little and nods, “So we just forget it?”

“Consider it forgotten Jo-Jo,” he smiles as he feels the tension in his chest release.

She smiles and breaths out, Good. It’s alright, as long as he’s still my friend that’s all I need. I can be happy with that. As long as he’s still here.

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