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theworldendswithsho · 5 days ago

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Confounding Variable: Love

18+ MINORS DNIIII

i have been working on this for so so so long and i kept losing motivation but i finished it for his birthday <3

happy birthday to my man and enjoy this piece <3

word count: 2.8k

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Nothing ever perplexed Sho Minamimoto. There was no phenomena, worldly or otherwise, that he could not calculate, reverse-engineering the very factors of existence in his mind. He cared not for that which was incalculable. Without mathematical explanation, there was simply no beauty. The emotional connections that held back his fellow Reapers made no sense to him, and he knew it was because they didn’t need to. If it didn’t make sense to him, it was below him.

He didn’t realize just how true that statement was until you were pinned beneath him on his couch.

This had all started out so innocently. You were walking through Shibuya, going clothes shopping for the fast-approaching spring time. You strode past clothing stores that you normally never looked twice at. The same was true for today, until out of the corner of your eye, you saw a man shopping in Black Honey Chili Cookie. You did a double take, stopping in your tracks and staring at him. He was disgustingly handsome; tall and tan, with sharp facial features and a strong demeanor. You simply had to get a better look.

You walked into the store, looking around meekly as if the place would eat you alive. Here you were in your fluffy pink sweater and brown plaid miniskirt, looking around the punk-esque shop. You walked up to a rack of leather jackets and pants, gently touching them and feeling the smooth material under your fingertips. You looked up, checking to see where the man was, but he was nowhere in your periphery. Tough luck. At least while you were there, you might as well grab one of these jackets. They do look pretty cool, even if they hardly match what you’re wearing right now.

One look at the price tag had you changing your mind. $600? You were here on a shopping spree, but not quite that expensive of one. You stumble back in shock, preparing to quickly depart the store. You didn’t need the employees thinking you were stealing from some place so expensive, since you were lingering around looking for a hot guy. Your back hits a wall, except you don’t remember the border of the store being quite so close. And then it hits you, its a person. Oh god. You turn around slowly, “I’m so sorry”s rushing out of your lips before you can even see who you’ve bumped into.

Its him. His long, dark gray snakeskin-patterned coat fell so nicely around his frame. You look up at him and blink a few times. “Don’t worry about it, you hardly touched me,” he says, his voice confident. “R-right, sorry…” you say, face flushing now that he’s looking right at you. Your sudden hurry to leave the store has faded, instead replaced by sheer awe of his handsome features.

“So… What’s a pretty girl like yourself doing here?” He asks, a sly grin on his face as he takes notice of your pink outfit, which was rather uncharacteristic for the store he was in.

“Oh, um… I thought those leather jackets looked really cool,” I lie, hoping he doesn’t notice.

He lets out a short laugh. “A girl like you would be more at home in a cute boutique, no? But hey, I think a leather jacket could suit you, too.”

“Well, uh, I just found out that its really expensive… So I was gonna leave and go to the store I normally visit…” I say awkwardly, feeling vulnerable under his gaze.

“If you’re worried about trying on the ones in the store, you can always try on mine,” he suggests, shrugging his jacket off of his broad shoulders. “Turn around, pretty.”

My face flushes bright red. “I couldn’t possibly try on your coat… I’m sure it was just as expensive as the ones in this store… And its really nice! I don’t want to ruin it.”

“Sure you could. Just slip it over those pretty shoulders of yours…” He trails off, his voice sweet and his eyes glinting.

“A-alright… Its a bit long though, I’m not quite as tall as you,” I say, slowly turning so that my back is facing him.

“Mm, good girl,” he mutters, slipping the jacket over my shoulders, taking his time and feeling the expanse of my shoulders where they met the pale column of my neck.

I gulp and turn to face him, raising an arm and noticing the way the too-long sleeves flopped over my hands. “I think its a little long,” I mutter, giving him a nervous smile.

His eyes rake over my frame, taking in the sight of my smaller body in his long jacket. I swear I catch his breath hitch in his throat momentarily, but that shit-eating grin is back on his face in no time.

“You look good in my clothes,” he says, eyes lingering on my bare legs underneath my skirt before rising again to my face. “But I think I’d like to see you without any.”

Mere moments had passed, but the next thing I knew, I was hand in hand with him, walking out of the store and ducking into the alley next to it. I was pushed up against the brick wall as he hovered over me. His face was mere inches from mine, our chests rising and falling in anticipation.

“...Your name,” I huffed out, “what is it?”

“Sho Minamimoto,” he whispered before pushing our lips together.

The next several minutes were a clash of lips and tongues and occasionally teeth, and I found my face heating up with shame at the feeling of aching in my core. I’d never been the type of girl to hurl myself at a stranger, but here I was, making out with a man I’d just met in public. I subconsciously pushed my hips up into him, and he met my motions with his own. Our lips separated to allow us a moment to catch our breaths. My chest heaved, mouth gaping open mere inches from his, my eyes heavy-lidded as I found myself intoxicated in his presence. One push of his hips against my own had me letting out a soft mewl, and he grinned.

“Not… not here..” I panted, “Not in public.”

Sho rolled his eyes, watching me piece together whatever dignity I had left after he’d just torn it to bits by ravaging my lips in the alleyway. He nodded anyway, and gave me a smirk.

“My apartment’s only a few minutes away,” he muttered against my lips, capturing me in a quick kiss before grabbing my hand and yanking me out of the alley, leaving me no time to compose my messy hair and spit-soaked lips. I followed him as he dragged me several blocks towards a tall apartment building. All I could do was stumble along behind him, his long legs allowing him to walk at a much faster pace than myself. With my one free hand, I attempted to fix my hair, keeping my head low in the hopes that I wouldn’t be recognized by anyone I know.

The apartment building was tall and glassy, its large windows looming over the neighborhood. Sho pulled a key card out of an interior pocket of his coat and scanned it on a small square by the door. The resounding click told me the door had unlocked, and he pulled it open, holding it for me as I skittered through into the building. The lobby was simple yet extravagant: a mahogany front desk with marble countertop, gold sconces on the walls, even an accent wall that was just a gentle waterfall tumbling over cobbles. Plush gray chairs surrounded a low mahogany coffee table, with various magazines and newspapers kept in a tidy pile in the center. Before I could gape too long, a “ding” sounded and I turned to realize that Sho had brought me to the elevator, the doors of which were now sliding open.

It was at this moment, where he stood in the elevator, our hands connected as I made to follow him, that I realized I had a choice. I could drop his hand, turn around and run out the front doors, and leave this intoxicatingly handsome man behind and resume my shopping like nothing ever happened. I could run away with my tail between my legs and live down the shame of being so reckless without anyone being any the wiser. And yet, his stoic face and expectant gaze lured me in, and I wordlessly crossed the threshold of the elevator, hearing the doors slide shut behind me.

I stared up at him, chest to chest with him, as he reached behind me to press a button for whatever floor he lived on. The intensity of his gaze intimidated me and I turned my head, suddenly interested in the mirrored upper wall of the elevator. A large, warm palm lifted to my chin, turning my head back to him. My breath caught in my lungs as his amber eyes locked with mine and a smirk played across his lips. In an instant, our lips connected again, searing and relentless. My arms, awkwardly glued to my sides, slowly lifted to rest my hands on his shoulders. The warm palm on my chin slid to the back of my neck, holding me in place, whilst his other hand snaked down to my lower back, pulling me closer against him. I felt him bite gently on my lower lip and I gave a small squeak, opening my mouth and giving him access. His tongue quickly dominated my own, and the warm glide of our tongues on each other made me moan out.

The elevator dinged, coming to a stop, and he pulled away from my lips. I stared forward at him in a daze as he looked up at the sign above the door and said, “Well, this is my floor.” He grabbed my hand and eagerly pulled me out of the elevator. I followed him, suddenly pliant and putty-like in his grip. Only a few short steps later, he was at the door to his apartment, pulling a key-card out of an inner pocket and scanning it to unlock the door. He gestured for me to step in, and I did, hardly getting a moment to take in my surroundings before he kneed the door shut and pressed me up against it. I gasped, feeling his hand on my waist, before it travelled down to my backside and then to the back of my thigh, where he hiked my leg up to settle on his hip. The new position reduced the space between us to mere atoms and I gulped, looking up at him with my mouth agape as I felt his hardness pressed against me. He leaned down, lips connecting with my jaw and then my neck, where he nipped and sucked. My hand rested in his hair and I relaxed against the door, letting out soft moans. My hips began to rock gently to meet his hardened length from where it rested in his pants, and I heard him let out a low groan followed by a deep chuckle.

“Tell me what you want, princess,” he mumbled next to my ear, the pet name slipping off his tongue with ease. I turn my head to the side, avoiding his gaze as a potent blush settles over my cheeks.

“Don't be an idiot, you know what I want,” I say, barely above a whisper.

There's a grin on Sho's face, and it's like a switch flipped in his demeanor.

“An idiot? What kind of man do you take me for? Maybe that kind of line works on the idiots you've been with before, but it won't sway someone of my intelligence. Now tell me what you want.” He punctuates the end of his sentence with a smack to my backside and I let out a gasp, turning my head back to face him.

“You… I want you… Fuck me, Sho, please?”

In an instant, he whirls me across the room and onto his grey, square couch. I'm flat on my back, skirt hiked up and revealing more of my thighs, and Sho is kneeling over me, caging me in with his hands and knees. He stares into my eyes, and there's a softening in his gaze. His right hand comes up to cup my cheek.

“Are you sure about this?” Sho asks, his voice suddenly tender.

I nod, and he presses a quick, chaste kiss to my lips before kissing along my jaw and neck. His hands slowly peel away my clothing, and he takes an item of his clothes off each time he takes one of mine. We're left naked on his couch, back in the position we were in before. Sho is staring into my eyes, and then he closes his eyes, shaking his head slightly.

“I don't get it…” he mumbles.

“Don't get what?” I ask, confused and impatient.

“I like my alone time. I ask anyone I sleep with to leave right away. But I think – I think I want you to stay.”

My breath catches in my throat at the tender confession, and I nod in silent agreement.

“I'll stay.”

I feel his dick twitch against my thigh as I utter those words, and he groans slightly.

“I'm not gonna fuck you princess, at least not yet.”

I whine, impatience overcoming me, but he shushes me and lines up with my entrance, gently gliding in, inch by inch.

“I'm gonna make love to you,” he whispers, and his hand intertwines with mine as he starts a slow, steady pace.

Little mewls and moans leave my mouth as I feel the pressure of him between my hips. Sho is pressing kisses to every inch of my skin he can, savoring the taste of a woman's skin for the first time in his life. His eyes have fluttered shut, and I can tell he is lost in the gentle pleasure of his ministrations.

Sho lets go of my hand, moving his hand down to thumb at my clit in small, calculated circles. My moans increase in volume, and I hear him groan when I squeeze around him.

“Here's that fucking I promised, princess,” he breathes out, ending on a nearly feral chuckle. Sho pulls out, and I mumble whiny complaints about the lack of stimulation. He flips me over onto my hands and knees, and then slides back into my wetness in one deep stroke.

“16 degrees downward…” I hear him mutter to himself, and then I am crying out in sheer bliss as he rams into that soft, spongey spot encased in my inner walls, over and over again. His thrusts are relentless, and the constant stimulation leaves tears streaming from my eyes.

“Fuck, ‘m molding your pussy into a perfect fit for me… Gonna ruin anyone else for you,” he groans out. “You gonna fuck an idiot ever again?”

So lost in bliss, I completely miss his question. Sho lands a quick slap to my ass in response.

“Answer me, princess. Are you gonna fuck an idiot ever again?”

“No, no, fuck, never again… Smart… Smart dick is too good,” I babble out, flushing in embarrassment at my own words.

“Good, sounds like I fucked the stupid out of you, isn't that right?”

Sho grabs my hips so hard I fear he'll leave bruises, and his thrusts are harsh and unforgivingly quick. My walls start to pulse in time with his thrusts, and I feel myself about to cum.

“Fuck, I calculated perfectly,” Sho groans out, and as my orgasm hits me he pulls out suddenly. The sudden action makes me gush, and I sob out in pleasure, the likes of which I'd never felt before. Sho finishes in this same instant, groaning with each spurt of cum that leaves his angry red tip and lands on my ass.

Lost in the afterglow of my orgasm, I slump forward and close my eyes, resting my head on my hands. It is silent, and I feel him shuffle off the couch.

When I wake up, he's cleaned me off and covered me with a blanket. I look around, confused by waking up under a ceiling not my own. Sho's large hands softly fingered my curls, and I watch his lips move in the words, “C = pi r squared,” visually estimating the circumference of each curl. I look up at him and smile, and there's a softness in his gaze that I hadn't seen when I first met him. The hardened exterior had vanished.

Looking into her eyes, Sho felt his heart flutter in a way mathematics could not explain. He had acted irrationally, falling in love with a woman he only intended to sleep with. Love had never made sense to him, and from where he lay right now, it seemed it never would. With the way she looked up at him, her features soft and rosy in the afterglow of lovemaking, he figured maybe this was something he didn't want to explain with numbers or reason. In the grand experiment of life, his love for you would just have to be a confounding variable.

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