#very sorry if i'd worried anyone; i'm doing alright; just needed to take care of myself for a bit

[volot]

hello hello! it’s been awhile hasn’t it 8′) i hope everyone has been enjoying their adventures into paldea while i’ve been away! ♡ i hope to be back here very soon; i’ve missed you all and volo’s antics very muchly.

[thescarletnargacuga]

STAY WITH ME

A SHOWTIME ONESHOT

WARNING: none, this is an adorable rambling fic

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A scream broke a rare moment of quiet at the circus. Pomni had woken from another terrible nightmare. This time the abstractions broke free of their imprisonment and were tearing everyone apart. Caine was horribly attacked and glitched and...and...

She curled up into as tight a ball as possible, trying to calm herself. "It was just a dream....just a dream..." A snap sound in her room made her flinch. She uncurled herself enough to see the floating red tux of Caine.

"Pomni, I could hear you all the way out of bounds! What happened!? Are you alright?" He lowered himself until his chin rested on his hands on the bed, his body laid out in the air. "Pomni?"

"It's stupid..." Sha said quietly, somewhat embarrassed over being afraid of a nightmare. She didn't mean to bother anyone else with her problems, especially Caine.

Caine's brow furrowed. "Nonsense, my dear. If it's got you this scared, it's not stupid."

Pomni peeked out from her self contained ball, tears brimming her eyes. "...it was the abstractions again. They...they attacked. You."

Caine's eyes widened for a second but relaxed as he rested on his elbows. "You truly have nothing to worry about, my dear. Abstractions can't touch me! They can't even leave the cellar."

"...what if they did?"

"Then I'd put them back." He shrugged.

"But then they'd get out again." Pomni slowly got out of her tight ball.

"Aaaand I'd put them back again." He chuckled. "And again and again, I'd herd them like cats!"

A small smile found Pomni's lips. "How are you always so confident? Nothing phases you."

"I'll tell you a secret." He scooted a little closer.

Pomni moved closer too, listening intently.

"I'm a very good showman."

Pomni's brows raised. "It's all an act?"

"Not all of it, but I'm the ringmaster, I need to lead by example. Do you want to know what does scare me?"

Pomni nodded.

"You being afraid." His eyes softened. "Pomni, when I heard you scream like that...I feared the worst."

Pomni looked down. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to-"

Caine put his hand on hers. "Don't apologize. If anything , I want you to know that I'm afraid because I care deeply for you."

Pomni's smile reached her eyes. "I care about you too...a lot." She gazed into his eyes, feeling butterflies fluttering in her stomach.

Caine fully descended to her bed. Laying next to her, holding her hand. He felt his code buzz excitedly at her words. "Then allow me to scare away those bad dreams. What can I do? Name it."

Pomni hesitated, color tinged her cheeks. "...could you stay with me while I try to get some rest?"

Caine smiled broadly. "Why, of course I can!" He snapped his fingers and his tux turned into pajamas, his hat became a nightcap.

Pomni laughed with surprise. "You have pajamas?? I thought you didn't sleep."

"I don't, I just like the aesthetic of sleep. If humans have taught me anything, it's that a state of rest is important. And they're right, it's kind of nice to do nothing for a bit. Buuuuut, only for a bit. I can't sit still forever." He winked.

"I really didn't expect you to agree so readily." She laughed nervously. "Can you- er, that is would you...hold me?" She said the last two words very quietly, the color in her cheeks darkening.

Caine gently squeezed her hand. He felt a rush of nerves when she asked, but she didn't have to know about that. "You're taking me for all I'm worth, aren't you?" He said teasingly and moved to hold her close to his chest.

Pomni nearly squealed with fluster. "I'm sorry! I- uh-"

Caine chuckled. "It was a joke, my dear. You can relax. Rest. If you sleep, you can dream pleasantly knowing that I'll keep the nightmares away."

Pomni struggled to calm herself, at first. They've never done this before. Why did she ask? WHY DID HE AGREE!? Her mind raced as anxiety tried to keep her awake but the way Caine held her so securely... The way he was rubbing gently circles into her back... Her eyes drooped.

Caine could truly relax when Pomni finally relaxed. Calming her from an anxious state was like trying to charm a snake. He felt pleasantly warm from her embrace. He wished they had done this sooner. He never knew humans were so cuddly.

"Caine..." Her muffled voice came from against him.

"Hm?"

"Could you do just one more thing?"

"Anything." He meant it. She could tell him to delete the circus and he would.

She looked up, very close to his face. "Can we snuggle?"

"Is that not what we're doing now?"

"No, this is cuddling. Snuggling is more..." She pressed her forehead to Caine's jaw, slowly rubbing her head to his.

A tingle went down Caine's spine. That felt good. "Yeah..." He cleared his voice. "...we can." He leaned into her. His code begging to go just one more step further.

Pomni froze when she felt both of Caine's jaws press to her forehead. Did he just..? Oh, he did. She couldn't control the color on her face so she hid against him, pressing her face to his chest.

Caine's eyes went wide. What was this? Was she kissing him back? Right where a human heart would be???? He was going to blue screen if he wasn't careful. He cuddled and snuggled her the way she wanted, but she wasn't settling down. He could feel her digital presence humming with energy.

Pomni peeked from her hiding spot. He snuck a kiss... She should too. It would only be fair. She pecked him on the chin and immediately buried her face against him again.

Caine blue screened. He blanked out for several seconds, and when he rebooted, he couldn't believe what just happened. She just- It was almost- "Pomn-ni." He couldn't help the stutter in his voice.

She couldn't look up. She knew she was in trouble. "Hm?"

"Is this...really what humans do to bond?"

"I'll be honest. I don't know. I've never...not with anyone before." She admitted.

"So you're making it up as you go?"

"Pretty much. To be fair, a lot of human relationships are like that."

"I see. Then can I make an educated guess based on your actions?"

Pomni tensed. "Sure?"

He moved his hand to her face, tipping her chin up to look at him. He saw how flustered she looked. The heavy blush on her face was adorable. "Relax for me." He said in a low whisper.

Her guard fell under his loving gaze. She watched him smile at her and lean into her lips. A warmth spread from her chest to her toes.

The kiss was mutually unsure and exploratory, figuring out what felt good. They kissed slowly, savoring every second of one another. Caine held her close, no room between them. Pomni was the first to explore the use of tongue. Caine loved feeling hers against his.

The kiss ended as slow as it started and they touched foreheads.

"Caine..."

"Pomni..?"

"I love this."

"I love y- this, too."

Pomni chuckled. "I love you, too." A kiss sealed it.

[strawberrynightmere]

Bad Cats!!! [Part 3]

Warning ⚠️: yandere tendencies, mention of (temporary?) re-homing, mention of financial struggling (idk how to exactly put it), an attempt at writing a professional sounding email.

A/n: Sorry, this took a while, I had things to do. This is a bit longer than what I expected.

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It finally happened. Your boss' incompetence has set back the whole company. You knew it would happen eventually, but you thought that by then, you'd be working somewhere else. There's still no reply from the places you applied to and the bills! What are you going to do now? The obvious thing is to cut your food supply short, but that's still not enough.

And how are you going to take care of Andrew and Ashley? You can't just toss them outside. That's inhumane! You've grown attached to those two and they have also grown attached to you. Besides, they've been living here with you for some time, and you're afraid they won't be able to adjust to the streets again.

All of this has been brought up in your conversation with Julia. Unlike Nina, Julia knew how to offer helping you.

"What if I take them in until you get back to your feet."

"You would do that? Even take in Ashley?"

"Yeah! You said they got tamer over the time, besides when introduced to new people. I can deal with that for the time being."

You wanted to cry in releaf. Like a boulder just fell off of your shoulders. You make the arrangement with Julia and end the call.

"Meow?"

Andrew was right at the doorway looking at you with what you can pinpoint was concern.

You crouch down to his level and pat his head. "Everything is alright."

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You were waiting for Julia in the park, where you said you two would meet. Andrew and Ashley were in their cat carriers wondering why they were here and what was happening.

You hear footsteps running in your direction. It was Julia!

"Sorry I'm late. Traffic." She said out of breath.

You take her to the bench you were sitting on to rest a bit. While she was resting, you, for some reason unknown to anyone, spoke to Andrew and Ashley.

"Listen, you two will be staying with Julia, temporarily, please be good to her. I'll come back for you as soon as possible." Then you turn to and tell her what she needed to know about the two.

Meanwhile, Andrew and Ashley were confused, to say the least.

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The time the cat siblings spent with your friend was unpleasant. Ashley hated everything about this situation. She hated the place they were living in. She hated Julia. She hated how she treated them as babies. She hated that Andrew was unresponsive the whole stay.

"Are you still going to stay quiet?"

At this point, she'll die of boredom and frustration.

Speaking of which.

Ashley slaps her brother with her little back paw.

"Are you gonna talk now?"

"She left us."

"Huh?"

"She. Left. Us." Andrew repeated, emphasizing each word.

"Well, watcha gonna do about it?"

"Something I should've done before."

That surprised her. It took only a moment for her to realise what he meant.

"Oh. Oh! My god, really? Are you actually gonna do it? You are gonna listen to me. This. This moment is so much bigger than me! I'd like to thank myself for holding up for so long. My parents... can continue to rot in Hell where they belong."

Andrew just rolled his eyes at his sister's dramatic speech, like she was gonna get some kind of reward.

"But anyways. This episode is titled 'Andy and Leyley and the-"

"You're not going."

"Huh?!"

"You'll stay here and distract the human. She still can't tell the difference between us."

Ashley sinks down to the floor.

"And Leyley is stuck with the crumiest job possible."

"Daww, don't worry, Leyley. We'll pick you up very soon." Andrew assured in a teasing tone.

"Ha ha ha! Fucking asshole."

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One rejection letter after another. You were losing hope. You're gonna end up homeless at this point.

Slumping your head on the table.

Ding!

An email from your current job. It's probably gonna beo something like half of the company being let go. Whatever. You click on the email.

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Respected workers of [COMPANY],

It has come to us with a heavy heart to announce that [REDACTED] from [DEPARTMENT NAME] has been forced to let go.

As you are all aware of the current setback in this company. We are glad to announce that this is just a small hiccup, and in soon time, the company as a whole will soon be able to function like before, and you'll be able to receive your full payments.

For any questions you have, please email us.

With full regards

[RANDOM NAME]

P. S. As for the new manager of [DEPARTMENT NAME], the position will be vacant until further notice.

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This has to be a dream. You rub your eyes to confirm. Yep. It's real. So many questions were forming. Was any of this possible? What was this feeling right now?

Who cares! You won't have to worry about this anymore. You won't have to worry about finding a home for Andrew and Ashley or the possibility to send them to a pound. You won't have to worry about starving or being homeless.

And the best part? That sucker of your boss finally got fired.

Wait. Andrew and Ashley. You'll have to see until next month if you'll be able to take them back. Right. It's late. You'll tell Julie about the good news in the morning.

"Meow."

What the...

Black fur, green eyes. Either you're hallucinating from the lack of sleep and the lack of nutrition, or that really was Andrew sitting at the doorway.

You carefully get close to the cat and stretch your hand out to him. And then you feel his little head rubbing against your palm.

"What are you doing here?" You ask in a voice that was right above a whisper. "I can't take you back just yet. I need to call Julie."

Picking up your phone from the table, you dile Julie and wait for her to pick up, but there is no answer.

"Gess, I'll return you back there tomorrow."

As you say that, two arms trap you at the table where you were sitting. Turning around, you see the same man from your dreams. Black hair and green eyes. It suddenly dawned on you.

"You're not taking me anywhere."

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A/n: There were a lot of possible plots I was working on, and honestly, this one was the only one that was working out for me. Hope you enjoyed it.

[nightmarexdove]

SA victim! Reader × RE8 Chris redfield

Note: Made this honestly for myself, been struggling allot emotionally and mentally and I really just needed to write something to give me comfort. I decided to share this in hopes of giving others struggling with similar situations a comfort as well! :') I do want to apologize if this writing comes off as rude or ignorant in any kind of way, I've mainly used my own experiences to tailor this together but I've tried to use universal language to make it feel more personal to the reader. I hope you guys enjoy 💞

The day you opened up to him about your assault or rape was when you were having a particularly bad day in your head, you were having flashbacks of that very moment that ruined you for the rest of your life. Your depression, anger and confusion hit you like a train. You didn't want to be around anyone, not even the man who was trying so hard that day to get you to open up about what was getting you so down. But for whatever the reason maybe, you just couldn't. He worked during what felt like, every damn day of the week, he had enough on his plate. Plus, fear and apprehension was keeping you radio silent the longest. What if he just rolled his eyes, laughed and didn't believe you? Then what? Your relationship wouldn't be the same or just wouldnt exist anymore at all so you thought anyways. Chris would leave you in a heartbeat, no questions asked.

"Baby no- I'm sorry, I can for a fact guarantee you are talking out your ass right now. It's written all over your face."

You could imagine him, you could imagine him saying those very words and right there and then everything you've built with him over the years would fall apart in mere seconds.

I could imagine that in reality, he'd be always ready to talk no matter what or how he's feeling. Because right now, he could matter less. trying to offer you comfort in the forms of snacks, blankets hugs and kisses.

What alarmed him was when you'd force yourself out of his embrace, when you'd stay away from the comforts that you may have typically enjoyed.

He'd be worried sick alright, calling Claire for advice on how he could better help you and maybe get a idea of what your silent struggles where about lately.

You'd sit with him after a few days, and he'd listen face to face with you ears eyes and thoughts all devoted to you, his angel.

"Oh hun...I'm so so sorry, I should have been less pushy. I'm so sorry."

He'd whisper in a quiet, softer voice. Letting you throw yourself at him for a tight hug, all he could feel was- hurt. He felt hurt seeing you hurt, especially THIS hurt. He may not be able to fully understand your pain, but he empathizes and wants nothing more than to take care of you in any way he could.

You want a bubble bath? Say less, your his number one priority.

Takeout from your favorite place, he's getting something from there too.

Or if you just want to vent about it, if you just need his undying attention then so be it.

He'd listen to you all day, keeping you wrapped in his enormous arms safe against his chest and safe in the four walls of your shared space.

"You are so so strong sweetheart, so brave and stronger than you think. I'd say, your stronger than me and my men, your safe here and I'll make sure it stays like that. If you ever need to talk, you know you'll have me, whatever you need."

He'd reassure you in that warm voice of his, like honey his words fell from his lips if you needed to cry or already crying, He'd keep you held close against him, letting you get everything out.

If you needed sometime in therapy, Chris would search for the best place money could buy. He wanted you to feel well, to feel cared and loved and thought about.

I could imagine him to be a VERY patient man, if you were having a flashback that day or just very upset and angry he'd understand and let you express your needs. Weather through writing them down gesturing, or just out right telling him. He'll let you decide and be right with you to support your health and mind.

If there were certain things that especially reminded you of the time, Chris would ask you to either tell him or write it down so that way he'll know to not bring it up or bring a said object near you just to give an example.

If you liked to draw, paint or bake or just chill and watch movies. He'd definetly do these activities with you whenever he's available, he'd definitely check in with you more than previously either texting calling or just asking in person. He knows this is a very delicate moment and time for you, so he'll keep tabs on you 24/7.

When he's away and on duty for work, I can imagine him going to Leon and asking if he could find for him any Intel on your abuser. And during his time away from home, he'd make it his personal mission to find and take care of the waste of air who hurt his precious sunshine.

[mi-rae07]

Hi it's me again 🤭 Hope everything is alright! If you do take requests still and like the idea, I thought about Hongjoong or Jongho neglecting their relationship, like always being out with anyone else and always at work, eventually lashing out at their partner's last desperate attempts to save the relationship and finally realising what they've lost after months? 👀💕

Choi Jongho : Regret (Part 1/2)

Pairing : Choi Jongho (Ateez) and named character (Na Jieun)

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Jieun : jongho? When are you coming home?

Jieun could hear the sounds of party music and people laughing from the other end of the phone, her hands clenching against the couch fabric as she realized her boyfriend was probably at some party. He had time to go to a party but not being with her?

Jongho : jieun why do you keep calling me every 5 minutes asking me the same exact question! I told you I'd be late so just go to sleep.

Jieun : but what time does 'late' mean?

Jongho : oh lord, do whatever you want but please stop calling me.

Before jieun could reply jongho had already cut the call. Jieun sighed, throwing her phone away as she closed her eyes. She missed him, but she supposed he didn't anymore.

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A week ago :

Jieun : jongho I need to talk to you.

Jongho : not now I'm tired.

Jieun : I don't care-

Jongho : for god's sake it's 2 in the morning, jieun. Give me a break.

Jieun : why do you not have time for me anymore?

Jongho turned around, facing jieun with a frown as he asked

Jongho : what?

Jieun : you never have time for me, but you have time to go around with your other celebrity friends. You never have time for me but you have time to sneak around the company with the other members. You never have time for me but you have the time to attend birthday parties and wedding invites, all without me.

Jongho : what exactly are you trying to say?

Jieun stood up, walking up to jongho as she said

Jieun : what I'm saying is, maybe you're embarassed of me.

Jongho scoffed, looking away as he muttered in disbelief

Jongho : this has to be a joke.

Jieun : is that a yes, then?

Jongho : are you stupid, jieun? You think I told my parents and friends that I was dating you because I was embarassed of you? Bought you flowers every week for a year because I missed our one month anniversary because I was embarassed of you? You think I wear your hairband around my wrist every time I go for a function because I'm fucking embarassed of you?

Jieun pressed her lips together as she realized she'd forgotten about all of that. She'd focused on the bad and forgotten about the good, like she almost always did.

Jieun : I'm sorry, I just overthought-

Jongho : no you aren't sorry. Because you'll keep thinking this, you'll keep doubting me and you'll never stop doing it.

Jieun : jongho-

Jongho : all I ever do is work for us, jieun. Every day I go out there, making music and putting it out thinking about you, about our future. I worry for you every day, so I try my best not to give up on this stupid life. And I think, oh when I come back home and see the person I'm doing all this for, she might just give me a kiss and hold me in her arms while I go to sleep. But no, instead you're out here accusing me of being embarrassed about us.

Jieun looked at jongho with teary eyes as he stepped back, his eyes now distant and closed off as he whispered

Jongho : I'm going to sleep, and please, don't come after me.

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Present time :

After that jieun didn't want to escalate things further, so she'd kept quiet as jongho went through the same cycle once again, every day. He'd go before she was awake and would come back very late. When she'd try to talk with him, jongho would say he didn't have the time for it and would leave immediately. Even during holidays jongho was working, always, fucking, working.

Jieun was an orphan, who grew up in an orphanage where she had no friends. Back in school she used to be the quiet shy kid so even there she'd make no friends. Jieun had no idea how she'd found jongho and had fallen in love with him but he was the single best thing in her life. Apart from him she had no one, no life. She was all alone in the world.

And now jongho was so far away from her, even while being so close to her. She wanted to just leave.

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2 weeks later :

Jongho stumbled into his house from how tired he was, looking forward to the week of holidays after this one where he'd get to do…nothing. Jongho let out a tired sigh as he took his shoes off, throwing it away before walking towards the living room. His vision felt dizzy, but he was going to try and find jieun. And soon enough he did, because jieun's voice cut through the dark surrounding, almost scaring jongho

Jieun : finally home?

Jongho : as you can see.

Jieun : I wanted to tell you something, I was waiting for you.

Jongho let out a breath, already feeling even more tired as he muttered

Jongho : not again.

Jieun : don't worry jongho, this will be the last time, I promise.

Jongho frowned as jieun walked closer towards jongho, her eyes glittering against the dim lights as jongho's heart dropped.

Jongho : no why are you-

Jieun : I'm leaving.

Jongho : w-what?

Jieun : why are you so surprised? You should've known your actions would have consequences, jongho. You should've known our relationship was breaking down when I was the only one fighting for us.

Jongho : no, no our relationship hasn't broken down-

Jieun : how would you know, huh? How would you know when you barely even look at me anymore!

Jongho tried holding jieun's hand as he said

Jongho : no listen to me-

Jieun : do you have a proper reason, jongho?

Jongho : jieun I told you before, that I am doing this for our betterment. I'm not going to have enough money to take care of you if I don't work like this.

Jieun : I don't care about money, jongho! I want you.

Jongho scoffed, looking away as he said

Jongho : you're being so selfish.

Jieun : I'm being selfish?

Jongho : yes! You don't go for work, and neither do you cook or clean at home. You're not bringing any money back home, jieun. So all of that burden falls on me, and all I've been trying to do, is fulfill your requirements without even taking a break for myself.

Jieun : so if I cook and clean, are you going to spend more time with me?

Jongho : that is not what I'm saying, jieun. God you don't even seem to understand me!

Jieun : and what about all those parties you attended? Were those for our betterment as well?

Jongho : I do that in order to maintain relationships with them, jieun. I do that so I can make use of their resources in the future!

Jieun scoffed as she muttered

Jieun : you make no sense.

Jongho : I wouldn't to you, you don't know anything about the outside world anyway.

Jieun stared at jongho, trying her best to keep the tears at bay as jongho breathed heavily from all the arguing they'd done.

Jieun : so…so what you're saying is that I'm selfish, I don't bring anything to the table, I'm being immature, unaware, and what, not understanding enough. Is that it?

Jongho : jieun-

Jieun : if you think all of that about me then it means our relationship has already broken down, jongho. This is useless now, and tomorrow morning, I will take my leave.

Jongho stared at jieun as she continued

Jieun : because then you can find someone who'd better suit your standards of living, find someone who's more understanding, mature and can deal with your bullshit. Because I definitely can't anymore.

Saying that jieun walked away, banging the guest room door shut behind her. And the next morning when jongho had woken up, she was already all gone.

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3 weeks later :

Jongho stared blankly into the recording studio computer, his thoughts going back for the nth time that day to jieun. He felt empty, his house felt empty with all her things gone, and his heart felt empty. He missed her, her touches, her voice, her warmth, her presence. He had no idea why he hadn't stopped her from leaving, but he guessed that at that point even if he were to have said something she still would've left him. Their relationship had been too scarred for him to fix it then.

But he still loved her, even though he'd tried drowning his feelings in a thousand bottles of soju, it still hadn't worked. Jongho knew where to find jieun, but did she want to see him? Would she hate him more if she were to find him at her doorstep?

Mingi : yah! Are you listening to me jongho!

Jongho blinked his eyes, coming back to reality as he looked at mingi who was standing right next to his chair with concerned eyes

Mingi : jongho? What did I last say?

Jongho looked at mingi as if he were in a daze before saying

Jongho : uh, what?

Mingi sighed, plopping down on the chair next to jongho before saying

Mingi : what is wrong with you?

Jongho : nothing. I'm just worried about work.

Mingi : work as in Na Jieun?

Jongho : is it that obvious?

Mingi : very. Jongho if you're this worried about her how about you meet with her?

Jongho : I can't, she hates me.

Mingi : did she tell you that?

Jongho : basically.

Mingi rolled his eyes, leaning back against the chair before saying

Mingi : we can't have you like this, jongho. You're not concentrating anymore, and everyone is concerned.

Jongho : I'm sorry I'll try better-

Mingi : that's not what I'm trying to say jongho-ya. I'm saying you need to fix things with her so you can concentrate on work when you can.

Jongho : but that's exactly the reason why she left me, hyung. Because I concentrated too much on work.

Mingi : well if I were to have a partner who gave more importance to their work and other social events over me, I'd leave them too.

Jongho looked up at mingi as he stood up, patting jongho's shoulder before saying

Mingi : learn to balance, jongho. If you can't, then you're just going to have to lead a very miserable life.

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2 days later :

Jongho walked towards the Han river bridge at 2 in the morning, his hands tucked deep inside his coat jacket as his eyes darted around the place aimlessly. He couldn't sleep, and he supposed getting fresh air would work. As he looked at the bridge a few meters away from him jongho suddenly thought of the time jieun had forced jongho to come along with her to this bridge a year ago, wanting to see the new year fireworks with him. Jongho had had a concert that same day and was too tired, but seeing jieun's excitement he couldn't refuse.

And then when jongho had seen jieun's eyes sparkling at every firework that burst in the sky, her giggles as the big clock strung 12, and the butterflies jongho had felt when jieun hugged him and wished him happy new year, it had made all his pain worth it. Jongho couldn't stand the next day, but even then he'd still have chosen to come to the bridge that day.

Now new year was a few months away from him, and he had no jieun to go along with him to the fireworks this time. But as jongho got on the bridge his eyes landed on a figure that was leaning against the railing, having a sip of a convenience store-bought banana milk.

Jongho : jieun?

Jieun quickly turned around at that voice, her eyes growing distant at the sight of her ex-boyfriend in front of her. Of course, looking tired as always.

Jieun : yes.

Jongho : what are you doing here so late?

Jieun : why does it matter to you?

Jongho : because this is dangerous, jieun. Someone could do something to you-

Jieun : look around, jongho, there's people all around us. No one's going to do anything to me. Now leave me alone.

Jongho : I'm sorry.

Jieun said nothing, turning back around to face the water as she took another sip of the banana milk.

Jongho : we could try again, jieun. I could try to be better-

Jieun : I already gave you that chance, jongho. Countless times I did and yet you kept going back to what you were before. I'm not going through this shit again.

Jongho : but we love each other, jieun-ah. Isn't this what we do?

Jieun scoffed, shaking her head as she said

Jieun : that is old news, jongho. We don't love each other anymore.

Jongho : I do.

Jieun : well then it's too late.

Jieun threw the empty banana milk carton to the trash before saying

Jieun : because I don't.

Jieun turned around as she gave jongho one last look before walking past him. And jongho could only stare at her disappearing figure, small tears in his eyes. He was right after all, she didn’t love him anymore.

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Jieun came back home the next evening after a day of work at the city corporation where she'd worked before jongho, feeling like she wanted to just lie somewhere on the floor in her apartment and sleep. But just as she was about to walk past the security gate a man rushed up to her with a boquet of flowers, making jieun frown as she asked

Jieun : ahjussi?

??? : this is for you, jieun-shi. A handsome young man came by a few hours ago and asked me to give it to you when you came back.

Jieun let out a breath, realizing it was from jongho. Jieun smiled and took the flowers from the security before saying

Jieun : thank you so much, ahjussi.

Just as she was about to leave the security said

??? : the young man seems to be very much in love with you, miss. I had a lady too, once. The look in his eyes are the same as what I'd seen in my own decades ago. Love is pure, and eternal. Please don't give up on it.

Jieun smiled, taking a single flower out from the boquet before handing it out to the security as she said

Jieun : I'm sure she loved you as much as you loved her, ahjussi. And I'm sure she always will.

The security smiled, tears in his eyes as he took the flower from jieun's hand before whispering

??? : thank you, miss.

Jieun smiled, giving a small bow to the security before walking away. She looked at the boquet of flowers filled with blue roses and baby's breath, her favorite flowers. There was also a small note inside that read

"I'm sorry, I love you"

Jieun sighed, taking her phone out as she quickly texted jongho

Jieun : don't send me flowers again.

Jongho : no.

Jieun : what?

Jongho : I'm going to keep sending you flowers, jieun.

Jieun : I'll throw it away, in that case.

Jongho : then throw them away, that's not going to stop me anyway.

Jieun let out a groan, throwing her phone back into her bag as she stepped into the lift. Jieun knew there was no point in telling jongho, he wouldn't stop.

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3 weeks later :

Seonghwa : jongho-ya?

Jongho looked up from his computer, his eyes falling onto a worried looking seonghwa as he said

Jongho : yes?

Seonghwa : the CEO wants to talk to you.

Jongho frowned, standing up as he said

Jongho : is something wrong?

Seonghwa : I think so?

Jongho sighed, nodding his head as he walked towards the CEO's room. As soon as he entered the man's eyes sharpened, motioning jongho to sit down on the sofa.

Jongho : is something wrong, sir?

??? : it's been a month, jongho. A month since you've been slacking on work. You're not the same as before, the dance tutors told me that you barely even attend classes anymore, and when I asked the producers they haven't gotten any new work from you either. And then I asked your manager, but he said you haven't had any promo shoots lately as well. So if not any of these, choi jongho, what else are you doing?

Jongho sighed, already having known he would have to face this someday soon. Between trying to make up to jieun by sending her gifts and flowers everyday, and trying to drown his feelings for her jongho had forgotten about work.

Jongho : I'm sorry, sir. I've just been a bit distracted-

??? : except we can't afford that from you, jongho. You're an idol for god's sake, start acting like it. The world tour is going to be scheduled next year and the group album is going to come out within due time. It's high time you start getting to work, or I'm afraid things are not going to end well for you.

Jongho nodded, his hands clenching against his shirt fabric as he said

Jongho : I'll get back to usual, sir, this won't happen again.

??? : it better not.

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Jongho stumbled into the 8th floor of jieun's apartment, half drunk. He already knew jieun wouldn't let him in, but even then, he wanted to see her. He had had a bad day, and all he wanted was to see her face just once, or even hear her voice. Otherwise he was afraid he wouldn't be able to go any longer.

Jongho rang the doorbell of jieun's apartment, the door opening just slightly a few minutes later as jieun's sharp voice cut through the air

Jieun : what are you doing here?

Jongho smiled, leaning against the wall as he whispered

Jongho : I missed your voice, eunnie.

By the use of that nickname jieun had known jongho was drunk, and a drunk jongho was a vulnerable one. Jieun let out a breath as she said

Jieun : did you seriously have to get drunk like this? Couldn't you ask your manager to take you back home after you had alcohol, jongho?

Jongho : I am home, eunnie. You are my home, where else would I be.

Jieun closed her eyes, opening the door wider as jongho fell right into her arms, almost knocking her off of her feet.

Jieun : god you're heavy.

Jongho smiled as jieun closed the door behind them, dragging jongho's half-limp body to the couch before laying him down on it. Jongho stared up at jieun with heart eyes as she removed his shoes, keeping them away before putting his legs properly onto the couch.

Jieun : this is just for one night, because it's too late and I can't drive you back home and you're too drunk to be outside. Leave first thing tomorrow morning, you get me?

Jongho : you're being so cruel, jieun-ie. Do you really have to do this to me?

Jieun : you did this to yourself, jongho.

Jongho let out a shaky breath, holding his hand out for jieun to hold as he whispered

Jongho : won't you at least hold me?

Jieun looked at jongho's hand, not having it in her to hold it. Jongho inhaled shakily, small tears in his eyes as he said

Jongho : I missed you, jieun-ah. I missed you so much and I regret not having gone after you.

Jieun : and you realized that only after I left you, jongho?

Jongho lowered his hand back down, staring at jieun with hurt eyes as she sighed, throwing a blanket over jongho before saying

Jieun : I don't want to see you again like this, so don't let it happen.

Saying that jieun quickly walked away, tears in her own eyes. Jongho shut his eyes tightly as he felt jieun close the door behind her, tears streaming down his own cheeks as he mumbled

Jongho : but I love you.

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[hufflepuff-16]

hey I was wondering if you could do a harry x fem!reader oneshot where reader is kinda insecure and she’s comparing herself to other girls and that kind of stuff and harry notices that something is wrong and he comforts her and in the end they’re super fluffy yk cuddles kisses everything. I think it’d be cute but do it only if you’re comfortable <3

Bad Comparisons and Lovely Kisses *)o)))

Harry Potter x gn! Reader (*σ´ｪ｀)σ

Summary: Reader is insecure as other girls are making fun of them, claiming they are undeserving of Harry's love. Causing the reader to compare themselves to them, luckily they have the best boyfriend in the world to dispel those worries.

A/n: I am sincerely sorry this took so long to make, but here it is, I did make the reader gn! But it truly has no effect on the plot. Hope you like it, I tried my best not to make it too typical, as I have seen this prompt before!

My Masterlist

Harry and you have gone out to lunch for a date, but you here a bunch of girls making fun of you.

"Hi Harry," you say, trying to give a convincing smile.

He sits down next to you. "Hey, what's troubling you?" he asks, smiling down at you and noticing your frown, concerned. "Everything alright?"

No, I'm fine. Promise!" You say quickly.

"...you sure?" he asks, raising an eyebrow in slight scepticism. "You don't seem very fine to me."

"Yup," you say plastering on a fake smile.

"Oh, if you say so," he says half disbelieving, but also not wanting to push you if you don't want to be pushed. "In that case, drink up!" and he pulls his flagon closer to him, sipping some butterbeer. "Cheers, darling," he says with a grin, lifting his mug towards you.

You clink your mugs together and take a large sip.

Harry had gone to the bathroom when some girls out loud were making fun of the way you looked, saying how you didn't deserve to be with someone as famous as Harry.

"So.. Harry, can I ask you something?"

Seeing that you want to ask him something, he nods, his expression softening and he reaches for your hand.

"What's up?" he asks, giving you a reassuring smile.

"What...what made you want to date me?" You asked embarrassed slightly.

"Well...I think you're wonderful," he says with a slight shyness in his voice. "You're so kind and sweet and caring, and I feel like the luckiest guy in the world when I'm with you."

"I care about you so much, and I'd do anything for you. You make me want to be a better man," he says with a grin. His gaze meets yours, and he blushes slightly before he adds in a whisper, "And you're also so incredibly good-looking."

"Am I?," you say doubtfully.

"Yes, definitely," he answers with a reassuring smile. "I know it sounds cheesy, but when you walk into a room, you light it up. You have a glow about you. That's just incredible. How anyone couldn't think that you're beautiful is beyond me."

"Ok...." You say there is a light blush on your face that Harry finds beautiful.

He chuckles and shakes his head, not believing that you need reassurance. But he gives you a big, comforting hug, wanting to make you feel better.

"...I think you're perfect in every way," he says sincerely. "And I'm so lucky that you're mine."

"You deserve someone better than me, Harry," you mutter under your breath.

"I don't think there is someone better than you," he says as calmly and seriously as you can be when tipsy on butterbeer, smiling at you and putting his flagon down. His hand strokes yours. "You're the most wonderful person in the world, and I wouldn't trade anything about you. You're perfect the way you are."

He looks a little worried; he doesn't like seeing you this way. It is so unlike you. "Listen..." he starts, "do you want to talk about it? Whatever got you this down today."

"Ok...can we go back to our dorm," you say, not meeting his gaze.

"Of course," he says, looking a little relieved and getting up to help you out of your chair. "Come on," he says softly, "my room or yours? Or we can go to the common room? Whatever you'd like, whatever makes you feel best."

"Yours please," you say quietly.

He takes your hand and leads the way to his dorms, walking slowly and letting you hold his hand. Once there, he leads you in, making space on his bed and pulling you in beside him, wrapping his arms around you, protecting you. "Here we are," he says in a soft voice, his hand moving through your hair, his thumb caressing your cheek. "Are you alright? Are you feeling any better?"

"Not... really," you reply quietly.

He kisses your forehead and gives you a reassuring squeeze.

"Is there anything I can do to help you? You don't need to keep it all in, you know." He lifts your chin gently with his fingers, so that you are looking him in the eye. "I can listen, I can hold you, I care."

His gaze is deep and caring. He's got nothing but you on his mind. "Just let me know how I can help you...please."

Harry was the best boyfriend a person could ever ask for, you sigh and told him your troubles.

"There was these girls making fun of me when you went to the bathroom, saying how I didn't deserve you, and.... I think their right!" tears begin to form in your eyes,

"compared to them, I'm terrible!" You say letting out a sob.

Anger flushes through Harry. His face darkens slightly, and he looks furious. But he knows it's not his job to punish these girls, but to be there for you. He caresses your cheeks and pulls you into a tight hug.

"Shhh...shhhh...it's okay," he says softly. He looks at you, trying to fight back his emotion. No tears are allowed! So he just hugs you harder and whispers, "they are wrong." But he can't help his heart racing, still angry at the girls for causing you pain.

"Sorry Harry, I don't want to get you angry, I just have always been like this, comparing myself to others," you reply affectionately, wiping the tears on your face.

He whispers back, "Don't compare yourself to anyone but yourself." He pulls you in even tighter, your bodies pressed closely together in a hug. "To me, you're everything I want and need. I'm so damn lucky to be your boyfriend."

"Do you know what, sweetheart? I bet that if I tell you how much I like you - all of you - I could name a hundred things at least. But if you'd prefer to believe in what some stupid girls say...well, that's your choice." He smiles but still angry on the inside.

You give him a smile and press your lips against his.

A small, sneaky smile escapes, and he pulls you even closer, their lips meeting. Your eyes meet, and his eyes are clear and bright with desire, as he pulls you down on top of him.

"Better?" He breathes, smiling down at you, his lips brushing yours.

You giggle. "Better!"

"Good." He leans in and kisses you again, more passionately this time, his mouth pressing against yours. His hands explore the curves of your back.

"I love you so much," he whispers. His fingers gently brush against your soft cheek and he smiles, knowing you belong to him.

The End

[moonshotsx]

Scenario I with sashnetra because it gives such mama Sasha energy 🥺

and what if i combined these two 🤔 (and sneak in a marcia cameo for good measure 😌)

context:in this au only sasha is a drag queen, both anetra and marcia appear in this fic as their out of drag selves!

28. "Put your clothes back on"

scenario I - A suddenly having to become a babysitter for a very drunk B, a complete stranger.

tw/ someone having their drink spiked

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Sasha walked her way up to her favorite bartender after having finished her set, desperately in need of some refreshment.

"Marshie, Marshie, Marshie, I'm dying for a good drink. What you got for me tonight?" she leaned in to side hug the short haired blond.

"Your usual," they replied with a smile, handing her over a pink and blue ombré drink, "On the house, after that killer performance," Marcia winked at her.

"Thank you, baby. And I keep telling you... You'd make a good queen if you tried, just saying!" She ended the phrase in a sing-song tone.

"And I told you I'd think about it, Sash-"

Before they could finish their sentence, an unknown brunet stumbled his way up to the counter, right next to Sasha.

"Are you alright, baby?" She asked in a worried tone, her hand resting on his shoulder as he looked up.

His face was flushed red, his eyes unfocused and glossy as he tried to speak.

"I... think... my drink... I don't..."

Sasha shared an apprehensive look with Marcia. The way he was slurring his words wasn't a good sign.

Marcia seemed to share her sentiment, "I remember giving him... Anetra, right?"

Anetra gave a small nod in reply as he leaned further against Sasha's hand.

"I remember making his drink just as you were finishing off your number, there's no way he can have gotten hammered to this degree in ten minutes," they explained with a concerned expression, "Fuck, someone spiked his drink".

Sasha's heart dropped at the thought of someone wanting to hurt the man in her arms.

"I have to deal with this pronto, we can't risk anyone else," they continued, "Do you feel comfortable taking him to your dressing room? At least for the time being, I'm not comfortable leaving him alone while I go talk to my boss about this and I trust you can take care of him".

"Sure, it's no problem," Sasha replied before turning her head to Anetra, the latter seemed to have fallen asleep on her chest, "Alright, baby boy, let's get you somewhere safe".

The short walk to Sasha's private dressing room ended up being more challenging than expected when she had to hold up someone else and make sure they didn't puke all over her.

"Here we are," she helped Anetra prop up in one of the chairs in her dressing room, "How are you feeling now, better? Worse? Do you need me to get you a bucket just in case?"

Anetra seemed to take in his new surroundings, slowly moving his head all over the wigs and costumes hung up the wall before his eyes set back on Sasha.

"Are you an angel?"

"No, just a drag queen, baby," she couldn't help the small joke before she noticed he was trying to take off his shit, "Hey, put your clothes back on!"

Anetra whined about feeling hot. His head hurt and the room wouldn't stop spinning.

"I wish I could do more to help you out, love," she gently swiped the sweat off his forehead.

Sasha couldn't deny he was really cute, almost reminded her of a lost puppy.

He was totally her type, but she just wished they had met under different circumstances.

It took Anetra another full hour and some vomit to regain most of her inhibitions.

"I'm sorry you had to witness all of that, that's embarrassing," he finally said after drinking another glass of water to wash down the sour taste in his mouth.

"No need to be sorry, baby," she smiled, ruffling his sweaty hair off his face, "I'm glad you are alright now".

"I owe that to you, I don't even know how it happened, I just... remember taking a few sips and the drink tasting a bit off".

"Marcia told me they took care of the situation, they haven't found whoever it was but at least no one else got hurt," she explained with a soft voice as she kept playing with his hair.

"That's some good news at least," Anetra rested his head back to the wall, letting Sasha's hand sooth him as he closed his eyes.

"If you're feeling good enough, I'll call you an uber," she offered, "I'll cover the cost, don't worry".

His eyes opened and widened, "You've already done so much, I can't accept-"

"Please," Sasha looked at him, "I'm going to go to sleep feeling better if I can make sure you get home safely, baby".

"At least, let me offer you coffee tomorrow or when are you free. That's the minimum I can do to thank you".

Sasha gave him a sincere smile, "That can be arranged, baby boy".

[the-oc-lass]

Nimona OC - Charlotte Swiftheart/Corova

Alright, I'd say this is the last drabble for this section but I think I'd be lying if I said that. Not sure though. Anyway.

First, Previous, Next

She doesn't want him to go. He's incredibly injured and a wanted man. She doesn't want him to be on his own with that. But it isn't her decision to make. When she'd woken him up just as dawn was cracking the sky, like she promised, she'd tried to convince him to let her help him. But he'd said no. He didn't want to put her, the KB, or any of the people in her sanctuary in danger. He'd find a way to manage on his own. It doesn't sit well with her at all.

They find themselves at the back, far more hidden exit. She passes the bag over to him, watching him sling it over his good shoulder.

"That should have enough supplies and pain medication to get you through, but you can come back if you need anything," she says, keeping her voice down so as not to wake anyone. Ballister nods, adjusting the pauldron on his right shoulder. It looks so strange there, with no arm emerging from beneath it. They both look at the empty space for a moment, and Charlotte's stomach twists. "You should stay with us, Bal. I can protect you." He looks up to meet her gaze.

"They'll be looking for me, Char. And if we have to worry about Ambrosius..." He trails off, but she understands his meaning and looks away.

"He'll look here first," she finishes, hands balling into fists. From the corner of her eye, she sees him nod, and there's sadness on his face. Hurt, and not just the physical kind. She looks back up at him, tears welling in her eyes. "I'm so sorry." He shakes his head and steps toward her, his hand finding her cheek.

"This wasn't your fault, Charlotte."

"But if I'd said no back then, if I'd stayed a cadet, then maybe I-"

"Hey," he says gently, "don't do that to yourself. If you think of six years worth of what-ifs, you'll go crazy. This isn't on you, Char." She lifts a hand to rest it on the one on her cheek, leaning into his palm.

"What are you going to do? Where are you going to go?" she asks, still worried for him. He purses his lips and looks away, which tells her enough. She thinks for a moment, then pulls his hand away from her face and takes it in both of hers. "Do you remember that old tower in the woods? The one I showed you when we were kids?" He looks up at her for a moment, then looks away and furrows his eyebrows in thought.

"The one that you said you'd convinced the other kids a witch lived in, but it was actually just your hideout?" he asks, gaze darting back to her. She nods.

"Do you remember how to get to it?" He takes a few moments to think again, then slowly nods.

"I think so. But didn't you show that place to Ambrosius too?" he asks. She shakes her head.

"Just you. I didn't think Ambrosius would care for it. I probably would've taken him if I'd stayed at the Institute for longer, but..." He gives her a wry smile.

"Guess it didn't work out very well for either of us," he says, but she can see the grief in his eyes. Ambrosius, the Queen. He lost them both at once. He was given a shining moment of acceptance from the kingdom, only to have it ripped away in the next moment. It's not fair. She tugs on his hand and pulls him into a hug. He sinks into it, and she instinctively curls herself protectively around him. She'd do anything to fix it all. He deserves so much better than this.

"I'll come check on you once it's safe, okay? You don't have to do this alone," she whispers. He nods, fist curled tightly into the back of her shirt. "I'm not going to lose you again, Bal." He doesn't speak, and she goes quiet for a while. She's not sure how long they stand there holding onto each other, but eventually, they both pull away. Ballister takes her hand and gives it a soft squeeze.

"You saved my life. Thank you, Char," he says. She squeezes his hand in return, smiling slightly.

"You never have to thank me for that. I did it because I care about you," she says. He smiles a bit too.

"Thank you anyway," he says. Slowly, he releases her hand and steps back, turning toward the door. But he pauses again and looks back. "I love you, Charlotte." Her heart clenches, and she's struck by the fear of never seeing him again. What if something happens while he's out there? What if something happens and his wound opens again? What if he's captured, executed? She blinks back tears and pushes the horrible thoughts away.

"I love you too, Ballister." He looks back at her for a moment longer, then turns. She watches him walk away and prays that she sees him again.

Lovely tagged people:

@ammonitetheseaserpent @perfectkittystranger

[the-white-soul]

Flowey: This doesn't help convince Chara some humans are good! No one here should be getting stabbed. Not Chara or Kara or even Dess!

*Flowey wraps his vines around the wound tightly as they're on the way to get help.* Dess, you live in this world. Do you know the closest place to get medical help? If not we could help Kara ourselves, but this is bad. *Flowey does some magic healing, which does wonders for HP, but little for physical injuries like these.*

Actually, don't know if anyone will take us in... Not after the whole scene I made. I still think that was the right thing to do but still.... They'll remember all our faces. Let's just go to Toriel's house, quickly. I'm sure she'll have some bandages and dressings. Then you can lay down.

(Dess) "Don't worry, I'll get the monster ambulance. Wait, you're not a monster, s***." (Kara) "It's fine. Put the cloth on, and it'll heal itself in time." (Dess) "If that's how your world works." *Dess puts it on his arm, luckily his left arm. They're a right-handed kid.* (Kara) "I can only become a monster with a monster soul and usually are stable for around an hour. Suffice it to say I'm not killing to fix my wound." They look at each other and laugh. (Dess) "Thanks for saying I shouldn't get stabbed, Flowey. That means something to you. Also, can me and Kara be alone for a second? Everyone else went away, but not too far. Kara, it's no secret that you and I should settle our relationship." (Kara) "They nod. I can't in good conscience be with you. I tortured you for a while. I have a seeking feeling you'll always be afraid of me." (Dess) "That's fine. My sister was afraid of everything." (Kara) "Look where that got us." (Dess) "She looked at a clock tower and laughed to herself. You know this was the same time I left your universe. 7 pm. Okay, what's another reason for you not being with me? Noelle wouldn't care and would probably be happy." (Kara) "Flowey has shown me what a good friend should be. Kind, supporting, loving, and kind. You and I both know how mean you can get." (Dess) "So can you! Plus, why do you care so much about that Flower? He seems to be the one mean to you." (Kara) "You take that back! Flowey is my best friend and a much better friend than anyone I've ever been with besides maybe Noelle. You don't get to say he's wrong. Do you think he's mean to me?" (Dess) "Well, yes, of course he is. He's always so condescending." (Kara) "You're one to talk. I might not like Toriel as much as others, but I'm not at your level of rudeness. I can't be a girlfriend to someone like that." (Dess) "Hypocrate." (Kara) "I'm just saying it now. I'm not even sure if we should be friends. I wish your Dad disapproved of us. Your Mom was smarter than you'll ever be." (Dess) "Don't leave me. I have no one left to love like you!" (Kara) "Well, I'm very sorry, FOR THE INCONVINCE OF ME NOT GIVING A FUCK!!!" (John) "Um, we heard some of that." (Kara) "You did?" (John) "Replace some with all, and you've got it." (Kara) "Slaps their head. Alright, fine. Say what you need to say, and then we can say about Chara." Meanwhile

(Chara) "That's good. I never want to have someone betray me again. Want to know a secret? I'm the Flowey from Clover's dimension. Yep, that was me! I even made one of the monsters impossible to pass without killing them, forcing them into a neutral run. I'm the reason Clover destroyed an entire civilization. And I'd do it all over again if it'd get me a different outcome."

[ultraviolet-psyche]

Happy Fools (M!Chrobin ver.)

Rating: G

Pairing: M!Robin/Chrom

Characters: M!Robin, Chrom & Lissa

Warnings: None

Summary: Lissa informs Robin of an observation she's made about her brother.

Word Count: 681

A/N: Might do this sort of thing with all future Chrobin fics of mine. Gender shouldn't really play much of a role in any of them, so I don't see why they can't each have both an F and an M version. In this case, due to how short and simple the original fic is, the changes consist almost entirely of pronoun changes. I suppose anyone who really wanted Happy Fools to be M!Chrobin could just use find and replace or something, but meh. I'm doing this anyway.

Original F!Chrobin ver.

"Hey Robin! Care for a random observation that might help you out?"

Robin looked up from the book he was reading, miffed by the interruption but making an effort not to show it. Lissa stood by the entrance of his tent, her lips turned up in a small, cheeky smile. He doubted that whatever Lissa wanted to share was important at all, but he could entertain her for a moment – as long as she didn't prank him again.

"Uh… sure," he said as he marked his place and closed his book so he could give Lissa his full attention.

Lissa took a seat beside him and regarded him with a knowing look. "For some reason, whenever I talk to my brother, he almost always talks about you!"

"Oh?" He raised an eyebrow. That's all? he thought to himself. "Well, that wouldn't surprise me. Chrom and I do spend a lot of time together, of course. It's a necessity when I'm his chief tactician and trusted advisor."

"That's not what I mean," Lissa insisted. "It's the way he talks about you. I think he likes you, Robin!"

Robin felt heat rising to his cheeks. Oh. So that's what she wants to talk about… "Are you sure you're not just imagining things? Chrom and I are just friends. Admittedly, very good friends who share a special bond and a deep understanding" – and have bathed together on at least one occasion, he privately added – "but no more than that."

Lissa wasn't buying it. Robin could see it in her eyes. "I don't know, Robin… he sometimes gets really nervous and fidgety when he talks about you. I've never seen him like that with anyone else. And I know my brother like the back of my own hand!"

She did, that was true, and Robin couldn't deny that. Chrom had been at Lissa's side from the moment she was born. It was only natural that she'd notice even the smallest things about her brother.

"...I'll take your word for it," said Robin. In truth, he was at a loss on what to do with this new information. He hadn't noticed Chrom behaving any differently around him, but if Lissa's findings were true…

"So do you like him back?" Lissa's question pierced his thoughts as smoothly as the Falchion cut through an unpeeled orange. "I'd love to have you as a brother-in-law!"

Robin's cheeks grew warmer. "N-now's not the time to worry about marriage! We're in the middle of a war, you know!"

Before Lissa could respond, the tent flap lifted open, and a familiar head of deep blue hair poked inside. "Ah, Lissa, I was looking for you. Are you prepared for tomorrow's expedition?"

Robin froze.

"Chrom!" Lissa jumped out of her chair as though it'd caught fire. "Y-yes, of course!"

"Alright." An uncomfortable pause followed as Chrom assessed the scene before him. Robin prayed to every deity he could think of that Chrom hadn't heard anything he wasn't supposed to. "I'm sorry, have I interrupted something?"

"Uh, no!" Lissa exclaimed before Robin could get a word in. "Not at all!" She glanced at Robin with a lopsided smile. "Well, that was a nice talk, Robin, but I need to go and… organise the twigs. I'll see you tomorrow!" She fled from the tent, and with that, she was gone.

Chrom shook his head, bemused. With an exhausted sigh, he settled himself in the chair that Lissa had occupied just moments before. "I'm sorry if Lissa was giving you any trouble, Robin," he said. "She can be rather… tiresome, at times."

"It's not a problem," said Robin. "Anyway, let's review our plans for tomorrow."

As they spent the next half-hour in rapt discussion, Robin realised, with great relief, that their relationship was still as blissfully normal as it'd always been. Nothing was amiss. He didn't need to fret over romance or marriage.

Yet.

Perhaps there were deep-seated feelings that needed to be settled, but now wasn't the time to dwell on them. After all, they had a Mad King to deal with, first and foremost.

[witchofhimring]

Hi there, this is my first time commenting to an author so please bear with me. 😂

First off, I want to say that I really enjoy your stories and your "Loyalty" story is such a gripping tale. I'm very much invested in this story and it's characters. My heart absolutely goes out to and breaks for our Lady Lannister for all the ordeals she has gone through and will face later on, no doubt 😲. Your writing is just vibrant and brilliant in riling up the anger, despair, anxiousness and rage we would feel for our girl. I'm absolutely seething towards those who have wronged her *cough* the Mad Stag Princess Ellyn🦌 *cough*🤣. But it just shows that your writing is bang on the money in invoking emotions from us for your characters and stories. ✨📖🐲🌹🦁💚🖤🔥

On a side note, I'm wondering if I can ask your opinion on some observations/ theory's I have on Aemond, if that is alright? Feel free to let me know what you think or not, for no spoilers.🤣 🤫 🚫🚫 🙊 🙊

🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹Firstly, like everyone who's following Lady Lannister's tale, Aemond has shown to be a truly disappointing friend to her when she needs it most. And while I understand that it's his 'duty' to stand by his wife and be a loyal husband to her, I find it difficult to see if he's really at all blind, or turning the other check towards Ellyn's cruel nature towards Lady L. Or could he have developed some sort of feelings of fondness for Ellyn, like with Lady L and Jason at the begining off her marriage?

In chapter 9 & 10, his interaction and attitude with Lady L both frustrated and intrigued me. After Lady Lannister gave Ellyn a good slap back and Aemond completely ripped into her (even when our Lady suffered the most humiliation and cruelty from Ellyn from rumors alone). Duty aside, while Aemond and Ellyn were trying for an heir, could it be that Aemond actually wanted to be a father but either Ellyn just couldn't get pregnant or may have had an early loss in the term (maybe between Lady Lannister's wedding and arriving at Harrenhal). It could explain why he was furious and hurt with Lady L's words to Ellyn? The reason I came to this observation was when we find him holding Eoin in Chapter 10.

I personally feel that there is a connection between Aemond and Lady L on the negative aspects, as while one of our girls hindering traits is her blind Loyalty, Aemond's is he is blind Duty.

I understand that you intend to compose a chapter based on Aemond's perspectives of these events, but I just wanted to put my thoughts out to you and see what you may think of them. Sorry for the long rant. I hope this was an interesting read. I'd really love to have your opinion on these thoughts.

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Final note, keep on dreaming and brainstorming those stories we love and looking forward to the next few chapters. Take care and thank you.💕 😘 📚 📖 🐲

Me when I see questions in my Inbox:

I am delighted that my anger has inspired such strong emotions! I was actually pretty angry at Ellyn myself when I wrote her. Your words are truly the highest form of praise an author can receive! 💕

You and anyone else are welcome to ask any question regarding Loyalty, I am happy to answer! And do not worry I will be careful not to give out any spoilers.🤫

Aemond and Ellyn's relationship: Aemond did become fond of Ellyn during their marriage. Not in love with her, nor was she in love with him, but a partnership is formed. The Ellyn that Y/n knows is not the Ellyn that Aemond knows. She is capable of being kind (just not to reader😅). As to whether or not Aemond was aware of Ellyn's behavior towards Y/n, he is aware of it to a degree. During this time Aemond is dealing with a war and the aftermath of killing Lucerys so his attention on familial conflicts is limited. So why does he not do anything about it? It is because Ellyn is his wife and he worries that any tension between him and Ellyn could result in political fractions between House Baratheon and the Greens.

His interactions with the reader in chapters 9 & 10 are really frustrating. The reason he puts most of the responsibility on the reader is because of Ellyn's mental state and Aemond feeling more comfortable with the reader. Sometimes when we are comfortable with someone then we treat them with more carelessness. We are so used to their presence that we can forget they might not always remain with us. He still views her still as the little girl he once knew. As to Ellyn and Aemond not having a child that is more down to stress and Aemond being away much of the time. Ellyn is not naturally infertile nor did she suffer a loss. She was also sick at Harrenhal which made it harder to become pregnant.

Aemond and Y/n's negative aspects: You are absolutely right about Aemond and Y/n. While loyalty can be a positive it can carry negative traits. Our loyalty can cause us to be blind to certain aspects of those who we are loyal to. Y/n follows Aemond and his side of the family without considering the moral implications. An example can be her attitudes towards Lucerys and Rhaenyra. Y/n's loyalty will lead her into many situations, some good, some bad. Aemond's loyalty is another example of how loyalty can be toxic. His loyalty to duty makes him blind to the treatment of Y/n at Ellyn's hand. Loyalty can be good, but also toxic.

Lastly, thank you so much for the questions! I was so excited when I saw this in my Inbox! And I will continue to write and brainstorm😁. Happy reading!💕📖

[beesflowers]

𝓔𝓲𝓶𝓲 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓿𝓪𝓻𝓲𝓸𝓾𝓼 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓻𝓼

Characters: Eimi Ochida, Haruka Kiritani, Mafuyu Asahina, Emu Otori, Shiho Hinomori

Type: headcanons, fluff

Note: Just realized I didn't made any hcs of lovers for Eimi- Also she's not cannonically shipped by me with anyone so feel free to take your pick or maybe even suggest someone!

Haruka Kiritani

Their relationship would be most likely through idol career since that's mostly how they met in the first place... I mean... it's technically perfect but at the same time very risky! Eimi can't let it show too much to not loose her job and Haruka can't let it show because it'll go all around the internet in just a second!

As for their match... they're both rather calm and hardworking but also caring for others! So I just feel like they'd watch out after each other to make sure none of them is overworking themselves. They're also really quiet and rarely affectionate couple but actually really sweet!

"Haruka, you've been working out for 2 hours straight... let's take a break now, I'll give you a massage."

"Was it this long? Wel... alright. Even if I decline, I know you'll be persistant..."

"Ah- I'm sorry... I simply care about you. So I'd say it'd be the best if you stop for now or even today and we could get some comfort food after the massage?"

"Then best to order it! I didn't took my disguise with me today..."

Mafuyu Asahina

This choice might be surprising for some and I'm gonna spoil some backstory here but I want to give accurate hcs so! but both of the girls actually have bad relationship with their parents. Eimi is just noticing they're actually bad while Mafuyu stays slightly oblivious to that fact so far. And while purple haired girl can get emotionless in a second and actually shows her true self, green haired girl has small problem with that... untill she got into relationship with Mafuyu! She began trusting her and now just she knows her worries~

As for their relationship... they're helping each other in different ways! Eimi offers her girlfriend a place to stay when she decides to run off or have a break, while Mafuyu let's her lover get her emotions out into her shoulders and give her advices, and speak words she needed to hear.

"So, are you running away for good or did you made sleepover excuse again?"

"Sleepover."

"Fair enough. I'm happy to have you around then~"

Emu Otori

Chaotic ray of sunshine and her calm girlfriend who get's her out of trouble... that's relationship between them! But they're so different... you may ask yourself, how did they even got together? Well... Eimi fell for pink haired girl's childishness and how she can always brighten the mood! While Emu fell for green haired girl's ability of never being tired from her ideas and always indulging in them, thinking of better solution instead of straight up rejecting them, it showed she cares!

Plus, Emu doesn't need to worry about her family accepting Eimi, since she's naturally pretty formal and from rich family so she knows how to make good first impression. In fact, they may've even trusted their youngest sister when her girlfriend's around!

"Won... Wonderhoy, Eimi! Gues what I got for us today!!"

Wonderhoy, Emu~ Well... I'd guess it has something to do with the taiyaki you're hiding behind your back?"

"AH- How did you know?!! But yes! I wanted to have super fun date with you before show starts!"

Shiho Hinomori

Similiar with first pairing... both have actually rather similiar personalities! Not as much, but still rather similiar... except! Eimi is usually gentle with her remarks and suggestions, while Shiho can be considered a bit cold sometimes... but that never was a problem to green haired girl! In fact, she liked how she didn't hid anything nad spoke her mind out. As for gray haired girl... she liked dedication of the other girl towards her profession and the perfect advices she always gave.

And their relationship... both usually settle on quieter date's, when both can work on their stuff usually handholding or Eimi having her hand on her lover's lap if she's playing on bass. The manager is also working free for Leo/need since she can't help but help with their grow when she sees them and her girlfriend so motivated!

"Hm hm hm hm~♪"

"Peaky Peaky?"

"Yeah... but how did you know? I played it once to you and in it's demo..."

"I tend to remember your songs~"

[ask-lmanburg]

[Tommy swings open the office door]

Wilbur! Big man! Mr. President! How are you doing?

Hey Tommy, I’m okay.

Y'know, whenever you say that I have the urge to doubt you.

That’s what everyone keeps saying. You alright?

I'm fine, but you're clearly not. Is something bothering you?

Don’t worry about it, okay?

You do know that you saying that isn't gonna stop me, right?

It should. Hah, no, no, I know.

Sorry Wilbur but nothing can stop me. What have you done today? I want a storytime.

Worked, fought with chat, you?

I lived my best Tommy life, as usual. Was chat being dickheads?

No, I was.

Oh, okay. The tables have turned, or something.

Yeah, I dunno.

Are you sure you're alright, man? It's just- you sound miserable.

Have you ever thought about being president?

Uh- not really? Once or twice at the most, I don't really mull over it. Why?

I think you’d be alright, especially if you made Tubbo your vice. You’re smart, he can keep you… leashed.

Leashed?! Okay, wait, why are you bringing this up?

I’m- I’m not a very good president.

What do you mean? You're a great president, Wil!

I got my son kidnapped.

You didn't hand him over, that wasn't your fault! Sometimes shit happens but it's not like you can take the blame for Fundys… adventures.

But it is my fault, I didn’t get the book back fast enough and I made him feel like he had to take advantage and go do it himself.

Wilbur, I guarantee Fundy does not hold anything against you. Nobody does! You couldn't have done anything differently, going for the book right then would've been stupid.

Tommy you don’t- it doesn’t matter. I didn’t even know he was gone until he was in danger. I sit here for hours every day and I tell you all I’m doing work, but I’m not. I- I, Tommy I’m not doing shit half the time! I got you all killed and then I- Tommy you don’t understand, I- I can’t lead this country further into a ditch anymore.

Wilbur, Wil, you need to chill out! Look yeah, you don't have to do everything on your own, and you can't blame yourself for shit you couldn't have stopped! You didn't get anyone killed, and if you need help you've got your whole country here waiting to help you!

You don’t understand, Tommy. It’s been selfish of me to hold on this- this presidency for so long. I’m- Tommy I’m not good for this country.

Okay, I really don't understand now. Why don't you think you're good for L'manburg?

I- fuck.

[He turns away in his chair, not wanting to see Tommy’s face for his next words.]

Tommy, I’m… I’m broken.

What? Wil- Wilbur you're not broken. I know that shits not great, and you're going through it but you're not broken. I-… Wilbur is there any way I can help you?

Let me resign Tommy, I can’t lie about this anymore.

… Do you really not want to be president anymore?

I don’t think I deserve to be.

I'd beg to differ on that one. Look, if being president is fucking you up I don't… I don't want you to have to keep going with it but I don't want you to resign if you think it's because you don't deserve it.

This isn’t about me, Tommy.

Now you've lost me again.

It- okay, I am a liar, Tommy. I’ve lied about how capable I am and I’ve put you all in danger. Is that what you wanted?

What do you mean "is that what I wanted"?! Wilbur, I just want to help you!

And I don’t understand why!

I care about you! Obviously! I don't want to see you falling apart, believe it or not!

Me trying to make a decision for the good of our nation doesn’t mean I’m falling apart.

You're not exactly thriving at the moment.

I don’t know what else I can tell you.

I'm just… I'm worried about you, Wil. I don't- I don't get your whole resigning thing but if it's supposed to be for the good of the nation it should be good for you too.

I’ve already told you that I don’t count.

Too fucking bad, I say you do count considering you're also part of the nation.

I’m going to bed.

Now?

I don’t want to get mad at you, but you’re not understanding, so I’m going to bed.

I- fine, fine. Go to bed, whatever.

[Wilbur opens the office door, waiting for Tommy to leave before turning the lights off.]

Goodnight, Tommy.

Yeah, goodnight.

[gayerthanevertbh]

𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞 - 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞. [re-upload]

pairings: natasha romanoff x fem!reader

summary: a married woman who’s going through a divorce is linked to a broken girl who wants to incline what she truly wants. a night of fulfilling each other’s needs wouldn’t harm a thing, right?

warnings: smut (for most part), dirty talking, slight argument, and more.

author’s note: yes i re-uploaded this again, i’m so sorry it wasn’t showing up on any tags. i do hope you can reblog this and share your thoughts once you’re done reading! <3

I swore to myself that I was going to quit the job of selling myself to the people who could monopolize me. At first, it seemed to be fine in my case. I took control and would always take control, especially when I'm about to get uncomfortable in the situation. But lately, men control me instead of me. The reason for that is because of the money, how much we love it. I was kicked out of my house at a very young age, literally when I turned eighteen years old. I did my best to apply for jobs that could offer just a tiny amount of money and the more that I worked, the more that I needed the money.

Dirty whore, dirty woman.

Dirty whore, dirty woman.

Dirty whore, dirty woman.

"Y/N?" I opened the door to see Michelle looking at me with worried eyes. She touched my arm and squeezed it, affirming me if I was alright. "You've been there for too long. Did something happen?"

I shake my head, "No. I just had to take a breather."

Michelle was the first person I became friends with when I got into the community. She offered me a place to stay, well with her. I'd always tell her that it wasn't needed but Michelle would dismiss me and say that she needed a roommate anyway. We became friends since then.

She was kind and very generous. Whenever I had finished my time with a man, Michelle was there to comfort me, feed me, and take care of me. She was basically my girlfriend at some point, but I had no romantic feelings for her.

"Okay," she muttered, smiling tightly because that's all she could possibly offer. Michelle gave me the tightest hug and added, "Take care of yourself. I'll see you at home."

I stayed for a few more hours at the club, seducing men into the back so I could give them what they wanted. Wasn't that the point? In the end, I received a good amount of money and decided that I should get a piece of nice furniture for the house – since I'm living at Michelle's place. When it was around 12'oclock in the morning, I finally grabbed my bag and walked out of the building; alone.

My workplace wasn't far from the house, it usually takes fifteen minutes to get to my destination. Sometimes twenty if I was walking too slow – I guess I can say it was a little farther than I thought it would be. But, there's this shortcut that I usually don't take. It was a little too dark since there were no street lights; I was a wuss. But, feeling a little challenged, I decided to take that route and walked right.

As expected, it was shorter and I was pleased. Although it was a little frightening since it was way too dark for my liking. I could feel my legs trembling from each step I take, my throat getting a little dry up from the cold mystic air. I had my arms wrapped around myself, not knowing what to do with them. And just as I was about to leave a route, there was a black SUV that was going towards me – making me turn and squint my eyes at the person who was driving.

The window shield rolled down, and I was presented by a redhead who looked a little older than me. In fact, she looked a little tired. I smiled – kindly – at her and asked, "Is there something wrong?"

The woman replied, "Are you... Are you alone?"

Wasn't it obvious? I nodded.

She turned to her left and bit her lip, making me feel a little nervous about her action. Anyone who bites their lip makes me nervous, extremely nervous. I was about to walk away until she hollered, "Wait! I'm sorry, please come back. I just want to ask you something."

I turned again and looked at her with slight seriousness that was flashing through my eyes. She pulls the lever of her car and grips her steering wheel hard, figuring out the words she's about to say out of her mouth. It took a while, maybe a minute or two, until she asked: "Are you okay with the idea of having sex with me? I'll pay."

She was blunt, I don't know if I liked it. But, she seemed so genuine and nice about it too. Or maybe, that's how I think about everyone. They're all genuine and nice. Is this the way of her going to use me like a puppet? After all, I was a toy to doll with. I also do think it was my appearance too, my harsh makeup says it all. Looking at her deeply with such questionable eyes, I realize how utterly beautiful the woman was. She looked harmless but very intimidating. Does that make sense?

"How do I know that you won't rape me?" I asked with a shuddering breath.

"I'm not going to do that," she responded but with a softer tone, her body relaxing a bit. "That's why I'm asking. But hey, if you don't want to that's alright."

I think I have stood there for a fat minute, staring at her with blissful eyes. She was beautiful, so so beautiful. I could rant about this to Michelle for so long but, she won't possibly be anything to me by the end of the day. She's a mystery, a slick woman. I felt safe within her presence like no man was ever going to hurt me. It would hurt to say no, and I want to do it with her.

I responded with a small smile, "Okay, where will we go?"

At this point, I should feel threatened by her – especially with the choice of location. We were on a lonely road, where the forest surrounded us. It was almost pitch black, I could barely see anything except maybe the sky. She pulled the breaks and sighed, rather too deeply, and looked at me with wandering eyes. I could feel immense anxiousness, yet a great thrill. I spoke, "What do you want us to do?"

With such boldness inside of her, she responded: "I want to fuck you but I don't want you to feel uncomfortable. So, if you have any questions please do ask."

I do have questions, maybe not a lot. But there's this one question that has been bugging my head. I couldn't help but rammed out, "Why didn't you go to a building instead?"

"What do you mean?" she asked curiously, her eyebrows scrunched for emphasis.

"Like," I gulped, trying not to stammer my words. "...Are you just finding people to fuck in the middle of the night? I mean, it's pretty sketched up honestly."

She had to let out a small laugh at my statement, she shakes her head and bows her head a little. She whispered, "I wasn't even planning to. But, you looked really nice. I had to take my chances."

"By fucking me?" God, I need to shut up.

"You could say that," my, she was very blunt. In fact, the bluntest person that I've ever interacted with. "But, I'm a jerk for that. We don't have to do this if you want to, we could just... talk. You see, I'm going through a divorce and I just need some relief."

Never once has a person given me an option like this. Not once. And I felt incredibly different from it. I could feel my heart thumping loudly through my eyes, my body stiffened with her presence. I was stunned, baffled, and felt admired. No man would admire me, I was used.

I wanted to have sex with her, I wanted to roar it out. God, how insatiable I was.

And did she say divorce? Oh, this was a heavily bad idea. It was going to be a rebound. But why would she care? We don't know each other, we never had a connection – or maybe I was wrong. We do have a connection. My stupidity takes over me and swerves all around my body. I hate myself for thinking like that.

"I want you to fuck me."

She turns yet again, with lifted eyebrows and a soft gasp. It's like she couldn't believe it, she was shocked as I was. Then, she responded: "Are you sure?"

I was even more sure of my own future. I wanted to feel bold as she was, I wanted that. I nodded desperately and whispered close enough for her to hear, "You can do anything you want to me."

She groaned with a stutter, biting her lower lip so hard as to contain her animalistic mind that could be bewildered any sooner. She looked deep into me, her eyes spoke with fire and intensity, I almost wanted her to unleash it. Maybe not almost, it's a very much-needed want. Without even thinking, she pulled me in with a sloppy kiss, I granted her in.

"The name's Natasha," she speaks while licking my chin all the way to my upper lip with such hunger. "You'll be screaming it when I fuck you so hard."

We were finally in the backseat, our kissing intensifies as the windows began to fog with each smack of our lips. She held the back of my waist, circling her thumb on my covered skin as my hands were all over her neck. She grunts, pushing her hips forward to feel that friction. I felt it, it was like a shock wave.

"You're so beautiful," she says with such a dreamy voice, pulling away to take a good look at me – even though I felt disgusted. "How could you be this beautiful?"

I laughed softly, but not too loud.

"I think you're just drunk."

She chuckled, burying her head into my neck, and whispered: "I'm not drunk. But with you, I could be."

Her hands made their way to my loose white shirt, pulling the hem up a bit to see a bit more of my skin. She smiled at me and then looked down, groaning at the sight. I was severely aroused, wet, and hot. I wanted her tongue everywhere, maybe her whole body. I wanted her as much as I wanted to go to Massachusetts, which was an odd thing to compare. She let go and removed her black leather jacket, dropping it on the carpeted floor, and pulled up her black shirt until I could see her abs that were on display.

"Natasha," I breathed, trying to control my eagerness. "You look beautiful."

"Not as much as you are," she responded, kissing my neck with a bit of a moan that she was holding back. I don't know if she was being serious, she probably must've said that despite the intense heat we were both having. Either way, that felt important to me. I kissed her cheek, eagerly trying to turn her so I could kiss those subtle and plump lips. She knew right away and our tongues danced together, our touching began to become rough and I started grinding up against her hips – wanting more, needing more.

"I'll pay you an extra hundred if I could um," she stutters while kissing my lips repeatedly – as if not wanting to pull away from them. "If I could dirty talk with you. I want to degrade you a little, but we won't do it if you're not comfortable–"

"I am," I whispered breathlessly onto her wet lips, and it was the truth. I was fine with the idea of her calling me the nastiest name. "Please, do anything you want with me."

She kissed my lips once more, and her hands continued to tease the sides of my ribs. I hitched my breath as I could feel her tongue drooling all over my neck. Was she this insatiable? Or was that just me being a horny person too? I was lost in her world – as I succumbed to it.

"You're going to beg for me?" she coos. I felt hot, immensely hot. I couldn't even think anymore, so I nodded. She smirks and whispers close enough to my ear, "Words, little one."

"Oh, yes! Please, I'll do anything."

Natasha chuckles and pulls my shirt away, gasping quietly as my covered breasts were on full display. It was admired for her, she liked how supple my breasts were and she began to squeeze them with both of her hands. She comments, "So beautiful."

I tried not to smile at this intense moment, but I couldn't help it. I never received that kind of a compliment in many years, even though it probably won't mean anything. It doesn't mean anything. I tried not thinking about it and continued to tease her by arching my hips repeatedly, asking her to fuck me now.

"Skip the teasing, please..." I begged, yelping softly when I could feel her teeth sinking in into my neck like a mad woman. She shakes her head, pulls herself up, and whispered lowly: "I'm paying you, remember? So be a good girl for me."

I hate men when they degrade me, I find it insanely stupid and such a turn-off. With their masculine tone and their grunt, I could cringe to the point my whole body was a spasm. But, she's different. I liked it when she degraded me. In fact, I liked everything she's doing to my body right now–

"I'm going to pull off your pants now," she says, staring at me with eyes that speak are-you-going-to-stop-me look. I nodded as I tried speaking out my words, but nothing came out. She knew that. Natasha smiled down at me and unzipped my pants, pulling it down while her eyes were basically glued to mine.

Once our clothes were off, our bodies pressed each other with such connection that I couldn't bear myself to explain. She was sweating, but not like crazy sweat. I noticed that her hair was braided, a faint blonde at the end of it. I admired her beauty, I also admired her courtesy in everything she does. I felt like I could even trust her at this point.

"Detka," she whispers with such a needing tone, biting her lower lip to hold back whatever she was having inside of her. She whispers with a husk, "I bet you're tight down there."

That could be a lie. I wasn't pure anymore, maybe she won't see me the same way again because I was like a used doll. But instead, I shook my head. Honesty is important.

"I think you're speaking metaphorically," I couldn't help but chuckle, trying not to have that awkward moment. "I'm not that... tight anymore. You can reach back out if you want to."

Instead, she smiles – as if she was adoring my little ramble. She responded with a softer tone, "I don't care about that. You're still as beautiful as ever."

Was I going to be emotionally attached to this woman? I hope not. Because, knowing myself, I knew I could depend easily on someone so quickly. Growing up with no love in my lifes could lead me to naivety until I go insane. But, I liked to experiment. I just hope I don't have attachment issues.

She spits on her two fingers and spreads them to lubricate most of their length. Then, she buries her head into my neck again and thrust her fingers inside of me, making my mouth let out a silent scream as her long fingers go deeper into my cunt with no problem.

"God you're tight," she hitches, her hips going upwards. "And warm–Ah–you're so warm, I can barely breathe."

This woman was good with her words, she knew how to use them that I almost came from them. I hold her back with both of my hands, biting my bottom lip hard and Natasha pulls out then thrusts back again with emphasis, making my head hit the car door. She pulls her head back, staring into my eyes with her hooded ones, and brutally thrusts back in and out. Each time she prods her fingers back in, I let out a moan. A whiny one to be exact. I was such a slut, especially for this woman who is clearly above me. Our hips were in sync, her tongue was all over my jaw while my other hand was placed on the fogged window – trying to hold onto something.

It felt too passionate for a one-night stand.

"I'm so wet for you baby," she whispers to me, staring into my wet eyes as she changes the pace a bit. This time, she was curling her fingers to hit that spot that was untouched for many years. "I'm going to make you cum first, then you make me cum too. Okay?"

I nodded, panting as her fingers pounded into me, hard.

"Words."

It sounded like a demand, hell I loved it. So I spoke with a loud scream, "Hmph—yes! Oh yes... god fuck me, please–harder, go harder!"

Natasha groans at the sight of me and responds with a lower tone in her voice: "Oh god, please tell me you're about to cum. You're clenching around me... poor baby."

That nickname made me explode like a nuke. I arched my back in pain as my eyes shut with pleasure, my whole body began to tremble as I clenched hard around her fingers, mewling and screaming while my orgasm took over me. I could see the white stars at the back of my eyes, I felt like I was in oblivion.

She holds me close, watching me while I climax around her fingers. Natasha was in love with the sight she was seeing, she took it in. This is something she could never forget, a beautiful woman like me is something she could never ever forget. For some reason, she felt a spark from the alluring sight. It compelled her until she realized that it was probably wrong to feel that way. But, she merely couldn't help it.

I flopped against the car cushions and panted, my chest endlessly sweating from my orgasm. I opened my eyes and saw her staring back at me with such lovely eyes that I've never seen. I couldn't tell if she was admiring me, I was too fucked up to speak. I whispered, "Do you want me to eat you out?"

But Natasha never stopped staring at me, it was like she was fond of my presence. This whole sex arrangement only started almost an hour ago, and she could feel herself being attached. How incredibly dull was she? So dull.

"Maybe some other time," she responded with her dreamy voice, smiling down at me toothlessly. "I'm going to pay you now."

Natasha insisted on taking me home and turning her down for the tenth time, I agreed. It wasn't a long ride home, we were sitting with faded music that was playing on the radio. Although, I enjoyed the quiet company that was given. Natasha was humming throughout the song, and I found her voice very pleasing. I began to feel jealous that I couldn't sing, but I didn't care most of the time. I just liked the way she hums through the song, it was like a lullaby.

When we finally arrived, Natasha pulled out a five-hundred-dollar bill and grabbed my hand – placing the money as my eyes widened from the amount. I stammered, "Natasha, you can't be serious. This is too much–"

"Please," she gulps, smiling again at me. "...Take it. You deserve every bit of it, I must say you were very lovely tonight."

I shake my head, "No. At least three-hundred I would be fine–"

"Detka, please take it. Okay? You did such a great job tonight."

We fell into this broad silence – but not awkwardly – and stared at each other. I could sense that she was blushing as her cheeks were on display from it. I think I was blushing too, I've never blushed in so long. How could I not? No one has made me feel this way for years, it feels surreal in all honesty.

"You're beautiful," she says shyly as she tries to hide her mouth with the heel of her palm. "Like insanely beautiful."

I could feel my lips trembling from such a compliment she gives and responded with a whisper, "Thank you, Natasha. You're beautiful too."

It truly did mean a lot to me. A beautiful woman complimenting me is something I could never cope with. I felt dry as I called her beautiful, I almost began to cover my face with such embarrassment. But, her smile widens until I can see her teeth and look away from me – her cheeks are blushing intensely.

"You're killing me here, go home sweetheart. It's very late."

When she drove away, I stood by the sidewalk, feeling my heart beat so fast that I couldn't manage to breathe. I never thought having a small encounter like that could lead me into feeling like an important person. But, my heart suddenly drops as I never asked for her number. I only knew her name though, it was Natasha. But there could be so many Natashas in this city, I could never find her again.

I might never find her again.

Throughout my night, I just accepted its fate. I will never see her again, but I could only relive my night with her as it felt very surreal and important to me; like it was my fifteenth birthday. I wanted to be in that scenario again, so desperately. But sometimes fate doesn't want you there.

                                                  —

Natasha grabbed a bottle of wine that was left inside the fridge, opened the lid, and poured herself a full glass. When she walks into the cold living room, she sees her wife that has been sitting there for god knows how long. The Russian gulped, smiling at her wife kindly, and asked: "It's late, why are you still up?"

"I was going to ask you the same thing," she stands up, walking toward her wife and crossing her arms so that her breasts prodded out. "Where have you been?"

"Work," Natasha lied, taking a mouthful of red wine from her glass. "Why? Something happened?"

"Yeah," Wanda sighs, pinching her nose bridge as she lets out a breathless chuckle, feeling it tremble a little. "Yeah um, I don't want to move out."

"Wanda–"

"You said you want things to work out," Wanda cuts her off with a thick accent that she still adapto for many years. "Aren't we working things out?"

Natasha just sighs and shakes her head defeatedly.

"I don't know," Natasha answered, which was the truth. Shew really doesn't know. "All I can say is I don't want to be married to you anymore. Okay?"

"Hypocrite," the brunette scoffs and turns away from her wife, lifting her hands in the air exasperatedly. "Just ridiculous, you fucked me the other night and now you're telling me you don't want to be in this marriage."

"I was drunk!" Natasha reasoned and took a few steps at her wife, who's soon to be her ex-wife. "You know I don't love you anymore. You know that!"

Wanda turns, her tears are evident in her eyes, that Natasha's heart almost crumbles – but enough not to. She whispers with a fit of sheer anger, "You don't love me anymore when I accidentally slept with Vision."

"Exactly!" Natasha responded with a louder tone, full of dominance. She clasped her hands together and laughed sarcastically, feeling a little insane. "Exactly, Wanda. There you go, that's why I don't love you anymore."

"That's just bullshit."

To her excuse, everything was bullshit.

taglist: @trashbod @sayah13 @mrsromanoff​ @korekiyoss​ 

[annabwths]

favorite lines from the lightning thief musical:

"look! i didn't want to be a half blood"

"i didn't want to cause trouble, trouble / i'm less a player and more the played"

"grover you are a good friend / aw, dude i'm your only friend"

"i've heard much about you, percy jackson / that's very dedicated for a substitute"

"you think i'm trouble just like everyone else"

"so if you think you are a half-blood, better get headed to the exits now / cause folks will think you're lying, better run and don't start crying / cause you're monster chow"

"stick around and maybe you'll learn from me, this ain't odysseus' odyssey"

"nobody listens to me, they never listen / nobody listens to me they never listen, oh (dude you got expelled)"

"i'll show you where i met your dad, he'd be proud of his son"

"normal is a myth / everyone has issues they're dealing with"

"the things that make you different / are the very things that make you strong"

"awesome! hey, ground beef!"

"am i dead or am i dreaming"

"oh look, a strange man in a hawaiian shirt"

"i've never seen a face as beautiful as- / you drool when you sleep"

"did you say half-god? / yeah and i half-care"

"you say the gods are real? then how could they let that happen?"

"so if my dad's a god, i'd like to know which one, he's got a lot to answer for"

"all this time i thought my dad was some deadbeat turns out / he's a deadbeat god"

"and if they don't? / then no one can blame you for holding a grudge so hey, you're not alone"

"prepare to be pulverized, newbie"

"what about me, i don't know my talent yet / i have a special job for you, go to the boys bathroom / and? / stay there? it's your first day, we don't want you messing things up"

"maybe the minotaur died from a case, of laughing too hard from seeing your stupid face"

"look, captain crazy but the flag ain't here, you've got some issue with me it's pretty clear"

"why is everyone scraping part of their plate into the fire? is the food here really that bad?"

"oh things couldn't be worse, when your parents run the universe"

"chiron! who's your dad? / oh, well, my father is kronos. remember my lecture, he ate his children"

"so my dad is some god, that's great i guess, did he not want me or not want the stress? too bad he's the worst and my life is a mess, oh no"

"everything i ever do is wrong, never find where i belong"

"i never try to do anything, i never mean to hurt anyone"

"but no one will ever take my side, all i ever do is take the fall"

"and now i finally find a haven, somewhere safe, where i can stay, until it's: pack your bags percy bow go your own way"

"all you get are bad grades, a bum rap, a bad rep, and a good smack and no friends, and no home, and no mom... she's taken away"

"you need me too, seaweed brain"

"i've got mad battle strategy, my mom will be impressed"

"shoes. awesome. / shoes with wings? now that id awesome!"

"look for DOA records / it's a record company? actually i am not surprised"

"guys, we just exploded a bus"

"we're lost in the woods, somewhere in new jersey and we're never gonna make it to LA"

"i am not saying sorry to a squirrel"

"i've always been a smart girl / but smart girl only gets a girl so far"

"my grand plan is that i will be remembered"

"always been a tough girl, cause most girls never win if they're polite"

"and your step-mom treats you like a freak, and your dad won't give you the time of day, and your mom won't trust you with a quest, so the best thing you can do is run away"

"all your worries come in flurries, but we bested freakin' furies!"

"look, the gateway arch! / look, a lady with a puppy!"

"do we have enough drachmas for an uber?"

"why, my brother and i arrived just yesterday: may first, 1939!"

"this is....scary"

"and maybe if i'd been a little bit braver, maybe if i stayed behind to fight / but maybe doesn't let me go back and save her, maybe doesn't make it alright"

"no hope of survival, you're dead on arrival"

"i ferry the souls of the newly deceased, i got a sweet ride, it was newly leased"

"who has two turntables and three sick heads? everybody give it up for dj cerberus!"

"what belongs to the sea can always return"

"it's a seashell...no. it's a gift from a god"

"maybe my dad wasn't always there, maybe he never knew how to care / but hey, that's life and life ain't fair"

"plus a half-goat with a great goatee"

"cause you're the two best friends this screw up ever had"

"you may be a god but you're going down all the same"

"you think the god of war is afraid of a little water? / how do you feel about a lot of it?"

"i've been here since i was a kid / i did everything they ever asked, yeah i did"

"it doesn't pay to be a good kid, a good kid, a good son / the gods were never on our side, so i think it's time we watch them fall / and soon you'll see what i did, soon they'll be no gods at all"

"don't feel bad cause we're usually about to die"

"no i'm never gonna once have it easy, i'll make mistakes, but my own and it frees me"

BONUS TRACKS:

"we don't know who to blame but it's a battle all the same / and it's real this time it ain't some game"

"percy will find a way / don't make me gag, percy couldn't find his way out of a paper bag"

"my mom doesn't believe in war / oh, yeah? then why does she keep texting my dad? / woah"

"this fight is gonna be one hell of a clencher, prissy percy's gonna lose his poseidon adventure"

"he must be protected / i won't be rejected"

"i may fail but that doesn't mean that i won't try"

"the weight of the world's on my shoulders / like atlas is crushing me down / we're not brave, we're not strong, we're not soldiers / my heart's just a drum and damn does it pound"

"i'm not leaving your side 'til we find what matters / i'm not leaving your side 'til we're back home / i'm not leaving your side 'til you're remembered"

"guys, calm it down with all life's stresses / it ain't worth cleaning up your parent's messes"

"it's not every day you get a veggie burger from a god"

[chosonore]

infatuation

infatuation [noun. strong but not usually lasting feelings of love or attraction]

pairing: kamo choso/f!reader

summary: in a spurt of recklessness, you hire an escort to help you learn about relationships and intimacy. what you didn't expect was to fall in love with him along the way. [part of the kamo escorts collab]

wordcount: 23.3k

content/warnings: escorts au, slow burn, language, smut!!!, fluff, soft dom!choso, reader is very oblivious and painfully awkward, awkward firsts, dry humping, handjobs, oral sex (m + f receiving), fingering, uh somewhat public sex, loss of virginity, oral fixation, praise kink, lowercase is intended [VERY VERY UNEDITED]

a/n: hello here it is and finally done!!! i've been sitting at this for a week straight now and while i'm not super happy with it, it would've been a shame to just throw it out tbh. writing improvement is a slow progress after all! i'm dedicating this to @sukirichi who always hyped me up while i was writing this, happily welcomed me to the collab and who always supports my writing and i really appreciate it. thank you, from the bottom of my heart! (argh i have so many cut scenes that i ran out of space for dividers, sorry! hope the reading flow still makes sense though)

"that's what you were so worried about?" nobara looked at you incredulously, as if you grew two heads and asked for her firstborn. "you were scared that guys don't like you because you've never dated anyone?"

you let out an embarrassed whine, pushing at her arm in an attempt to get her to shut up. it wasn't your fault that she jumped to (multiple and very wrong) conclusions when you'd called her and maki, asking them to meet up so you could ask for advice. even maki looked mildly amused, patting your head apologetically. you were well aware of how ridiculous your issue sounds - the topic of dating had always made you anxious. you came from a very wealthy family that always sheltered and protected you from everything. you were their precious little girl after all; your father would rather drop dead than have you mingle with people who didn't treat you well and didn't deserve you. they meant well and it had never been an issue until you moved out to attend university (your parents had acted like you were leaving to travel the world and would never return, when really, you only moved two hours away from home).

even though nobara, maki and you had quickly become friends after you'd met at an event, you were wary to tell them about your background. it worried you, knowing how some people would treat you differently just to get on your good side and use you, so you opted to skirt around it as much as possible. it took you months until you opened up to them when you finally mustered up enough courage and trust to do so. they kept your secrets ever since, always protecting you and looking out for you. you were truly glad to be their friend. the two of them had grown suspicious when you kept declining their invites to join them for parties or to simply go to a bar and you were slowly starting to feel more and more guilty until you couldn't take it anymore and just confessed, asking them for advice.

"so that's why you're nervous even around inumaki," nobara concluded, propping her chin up in thought. "i didn't think your parents would be this protective. do they know that you want to start dating now?"

"no…" you confessed, fidgeting in your seat. "my dad, he um- he means well and usually has a good radar when he says that a guy doesn't deserve me. but i thought it was time to venture out on my own. it's good to have some experience, right?"

"i mean you're not wrong but i don't want you to be asking for advice simply because you feel pressured about dating since everyone else is doing it," maki retorted, giving you a concerned look.

you quickly shook your head. it wasn't that you felt pressured about not having any experience yet. you didn't necessarily want to admit to them that you were a hopeless romantic and liked the idea of being with someone; in the end, it was your own decision to venture. men made you nervous, you didn't know how to act around them and the thought of approaching a stranger by yourself was too scary. maybe it was a better idea to find someone to show you the ropes first, you felt embarrassed about your lack of knowledge and skills and - it wouldn't hurt to have some kind of dating training, right?

"i mean, technically, you could just ask one of the guys to take you out on a fake date. i'm sure megumi wouldn't mind," nobara was already pulling out her phone, making you grabbing her hand in panic and furiously shaking your head.

"i don't want to get them involved in this! it would make things pretty awkward and that's the last thing i would want. isn't there any other solution?" you explained quietly, playing with the hem of the dress. you felt bad for rejecting all their suggestions but you simply didn't want to be a burden to your other friends either.

"well," nobara and maki looked at each other grinning. "you could hire a fake boyfriend."

"really? you can hire tho-"

"escorts, y/n, escorts," nobara pushed her phone over to you, pointing on the screen. frowning, you read the little description. kamo escorts. you'd never thought about hiring someone, let alone knew enough about the topic. judging from nobara's face, she seemed to be well versed and it made you slightly suspicious.

"it's the easiest way for you and you have enough money to pay for their service. it's convenient, you can adjust it to your schedule and they'll send someone who fits your preferences. you choose the spot for your date and they'll make it happen, right? it's perfect and you don't have to worry about getting anyone involved," she explained, tapping at the bottom of the screen. "just give them a call, they'll walk you through the entire process. if you don't like it, you can find someone else or just abort mission."

"what do you mean they'll send someone who fits my preferences?" it did sound like an easy process, almost too easy. something was bound to go wrong, you could feel it. "i don't even know what my preferences are, so how could they possibly-"

"y/n, you might be blind but we are not," maki flicked your forehead playfully, she was more perceptive than you. "if you want, you can call them right now and we'll help you with the preferences, okay? maybe that'll ease your nerves a little."

"now?" you squeaked, eyes widening in horror. you weren't prepared at all; when you invited them over you were only planning to gather advice and then act on it.

"yeah! come on, it'll be fun and it's not like they can see your face," nobara grinned and was already dialing the number, moving away from you agilely before you could snatch the phone out of her hands. you wanted the earth to swallow you, why did they think that this was a good id-

"good evening, thank you for calling kamo escorts. my name is ijichi, how may i help you?" a male voice sounded from the phone, you instinctively dove behind the couch but maki was quicker and pulled you back with one fluid motion. curse her strength and speed.

"yes, hi, my friend here would like to hire an escort but she's too shy to do so, so we're helping her with the entire process. i hope you don't mind?"

"if it helps to ease the nerves, not at all."

nobars nudged you, holding the phone out. you pouted at her, shaking your head like a stubborn child. she rolled her eyes and pushed the phone into your hand forcefully, making you panic as you didn't want ijichi hearing your wrangling.

"um, yes, i- i'd like to hire someone but- ah nobara already mentioned that! it's for… for dates! i just need someone to go on dates with me."

"i see. is this a formal event?"

"n-no! i just need dating training of sorts, so casual is fine… if i do need to attend a formal event in the future, would that be a problem?"

"not at all, simply let us know when booking. our escorts are trained to be able to adapt to any situation and event, there is nothing you need to worry about, miss. do you have any specific preferences?"

"uh i-"

nobara leaned over your shoulder. "she prefers more mature guys! someone who's caring and attentive, someone who's not too outgoing and loud, it has to match her energy! since this is date training, there's probably going to be a lot of awkwardness so we'll need someone who is patient too. someone who can act like the best boyfriend to ever boyfriend. as for looks, i think she's fine with everything- although wait, maybe dark hair. yep, dark hair."

you couldn't believe her, she practically directed the entire call for you as if she'd made a plan beforehand, knowing that it would come to this. there was no doubt that she'd had this in mind, this was nobara after all. maki, on other hand, was watching you amused; she didn't usually engage in whatever shenanigans nobara was up to but she was always a bystander who very much enjoyed your reaction just now.

"miss, do you agree with the listed preferences?" ijichi asked after a moment of silence. you could hear him typing and occasionally scribbling on paper.

"yeah, yes, that's fine. is it possible to book him on weekends? i don't know if this is going to work out just yet so maybe once a week on fridays? i've never done this before so yeah."

"that is doable, yes. if you wish to engage in sexual relations, you may discuss it with your escort. these services come at an additional cost, of course."

"i don't-"

nobara interrupts you again, smirking at you cheekily. "it would be beneficial, so please take that into consideration when choosing the escort!"

"alright, thank you," ijichi went silent for a minute while he was organizing the files and schedules. "there are some possible candidates with whom i have to check with first. i will get back to you, should they agree to the job. after that we can exchange personal information and contacts so we can discuss the matter further."

"okay um. thank you, mr ijichi, i appreciate your help," you thanked him bashfully, giving him your number before thanking him again. you were already so deep in thought that you didn't even listen to his reply. now you've really gone and done it. were you crazy? what if your parents found out? they'd riot and be immensely disappointed in you. getting some dating experience through dating an escort, only nobara could ever come up with something like this.

"how do you feel?" maki inquired and rubbed your shoulders in concern, seeing how quiet you suddenly grew. weakly shrugging with your shoulders, you grasped the fabric of your shirt and nervously fiddled with it. the entire ordeal filled you with anxiety, a myriad of thoughts circling in your brain. it was the first time doing something "reckless" and it left you feeling nauseous.

"i'm not sure." you hesitated. "i'm curious to see how it goes but it just makes me really nervous. how do i act around him? and what if he finds me weird?"

"i don't think he's going to think you're weird just because you get nervous around guys. and besides, ijichi said he'd find the perfect guy for you, yeah? don't worry about it too much. if you don't feel comfortable after the first date, we'll figure something out."

"i guess so… um, but you guys don't mind accompanying me to it? just to make sure it's not some weird guy?" upon seeing your hopeful face, the two girls couldn't say no - of course not, you were their precious, innocent friend. as amusing as this situation was to them, they wanted nothing more than to support you and see you happy as well. you had already done a tiny step out of your little, sheltered world and much more was to come.

the ring of your phone nearly scared you to death, making you drop the book you were holding. quietly cursing, you picked it up and placed it on the table before answering the phone. who was even calling you at this time? everyone knew you were busy in the evening, slaving away on your assignments. it must be really important to interrupt your workflow like this- you almost dropped your phone in shock when you recognized ijichi's voice on the other side. admittedly, you forgot about the entire ordeal and didn't expect him to get back to you so soon. "good evening, ms y/n. i'm calling you regarding your inquiry so we can finalize all the details."

"u- uhm yes! thank you for calling!"

although ijichi was kind and patient, you were still nervous as you scribbled the details on a piece of paper. your escort's name was choso, he was a few years older than you and his schedule was very flexible. there wasn't more info, ijichi had announced that choso would call you as soon as possible. dread filled your stomach - it was nerve wracking to meet new people, not to mention someone you hired to be your fake boyfriend for the day. and now that you knew he was calling, all focus and concentration was thrown out the window. silently, you sat at the table and stared at your phone, waiting for the screen to light up. maki and nobara didn't need to know about this new development just yet as you wanted to navigate this on your own before telling them.

not too long after, your phone rang again, an unknown number flashing across the screen. it had to be him. even though you mentally prepared yourself for minutes, the anxiety came back full force. with trembling hands, you picked up, holding your breath as you waited for an answer. a deep, rather dulcet voice greeted you from the other side. you liked the sound of his voice, it almost put you at ease if it wasn't for your mind that constantly reminded you what was going on. you hastily introduced yourself to him and told him why you were requesting his services. the entire time, he was silent and let you speak - although you appreciated that he didn't interrupt you, every second that was passed in silence agonized you.

"hello y/n, my name is choso and i'll be your escort for the time being. ijichi told me you were looking for someone to pose as your fake boyfriend?"

"ah, uh yes sort of! i don't… have any experience when it comes to boyfriends and that kind of stuff. and i- i just wanted to learn what it's like to d- date and- and," your voice got smaller and smaller, until it was a mere whisper that was filled with all kinds of embarrassment that you felt. you couldn't help it, hopefully choso was still able to decipher what you were explaining. "you know, k- kissing and all that stuff. i've never done it with anyone before."

"i see," choso paused for a second, making your heart race. "i can't say i've had this situation before but i'm confident in my skills to guide you through this. before we first meet, let's set some boundaries so you feel comfortable at all times, okay?"

you hummed and nodded, although he couldn't see you over the phone. choso sounded like what nobara had described your ideal type - ijichi really had delivered and chosen the best possible match. choso knew what to say and how to steer the conversation in such a way that it didn't make you feel helpless or anxious. and you, in turn, felt like you could trust him with this issue.

"y- yes! uhm when i first called ijichi, a friend of mine helped me with the process and requested someone who was comfortable with sexual relations but… uh, to be honest, i never thought of requesting them. i'm not entirely sure if i want to do it either… i want to approach this in a slow manner, as slow as possible."

"alright, i can work with that. as for our first meeting, have you picked a time and location?"

you sighed in relief. choso seemed like a really nice and understanding person, leaving most of the options up to you. you knew it was part of his job but it felt nice to know that he was so forthcoming and accommodating. for the first date, you’d chosen a nice restaurant that had good reviews and little private booths. even though there was no way your father would ever magically appear and find out about your escapades, you were still trying to be secretive and cautious. the restaurant was situated in a widespread estate with beautiful gardens, the perfect spot to take stroll after dinner. in all the romance books you’d consumed, these type of dates seemed to be very popular - you thought to yourself why not? as you discussed your plans with him, you briefly wondered what he looked like. it felt weird asking him about it and you'd meet him soon anyways. maybe he looked like what you thought his personality was - like a prince charming? the prince that your dad had always assured you would come along. a small giggle left your lips at the thought of it; it was silly to believe it would turn out to be the love of your life. though it made you giddy thinking of your prince charming.

“is everything okay?”

“ah sorry, everything’s fine! i just had a silly thought a moment ago, that’s all,” reassuring choso quickly, you rubbed your cheeks in embarrassment. he must’ve thought that you were going crazy. “anyways, thank you for um, everything. i feel more comfortable now that i’ve discussed the details with you, thank you for being so patient. i look forward to meeting you!”

on the other end, choso hesitated, startled by your sudden enthusiasm when you were rather shy and timid before. it seemed that you were willing to open up a little more. he was curious himself, never having dealt with such a case before. usually, only experienced people who were looking for eye candy to accompany them to fancy events would hire him. he couldn’t imagine what you were like before meeting - it was nicer to get to know you in person after all, for the sake of a date setting. still, how were you able to afford the services? considering you were most likely a college student, he couldn’t fathom what lengths you went just to gain some experience. though he supposed, he shouldn’t judge you too quickly.

“i look forward to meeting you as well. see you on saturday, y/n.”

for hours you’d gone back and forth between outfits - casual? or more cute? maybe a mix of both? maki wasn’t much of a help either, mostly just giving you a thumbs up for every outfit while nobara had something to criticize about every outfit. you sighed, tossing yet another shirt onto the heaping pile of clothes. it was hard trying to impress someone that you didn’t know. the last item on your list was a simple, flowy dress and it seemed to be the best fit. you didn’t want to agonize over the choices any longer, seeing that the date was inching closer and closer. maki looked like she was bored out of her mind as well, scrolling through her phone as she was lounging on your couch with nobara. “are you sure you’ll be fine?” maki questioned you again. she was relieved about your good mood, how you were less apprehensive about the entire ordeal. when you first told them about choso after the phone call, you sounded slightly excited and were gushing about how nice he had been. you were hopeful that you could learn a lot from him. however, maki couldn’t help but worry about you, constantly making sure you were feeling okay.

“i’m sure i’ll be fine, don’t worry! we agreed to just have dinner today and let me test the waters… we’re really just doing whatever i feel comfortable doing for now,” you explained to the two of them, smoothing out the dress before grabbing your bag. “so yeah, i’m ready, i think. i mean if anything was to happen, i’ll let you know right away. i really have to go now though, you guys coming?”

nobara made a noise of protest, not wanting to get up from your bed which promptly earned her a nudge from maki. you giggled at your friend’s antics, grasping her arm to pull her up. as lighthearted and happy as you acted, you tried to hide your nervousness in front of your friends. worrying them did no good. as the three of you made your way to the restaurant, you checked your phone to see a text message from choso who asked to meet you in front of the building. you agreed, telling him that you would be there soon. the phone pinged again, choso had sent you a simple smiley. it made you grin a little, earning a suggestive glance from nobara whom you gently shoved.

"text us if anything happens, yeah? we can also pick you up afterwards so don't worry about it," maki reminded you again as you rounded the corner of the street, stopping mere meters in front of the restaurant so you could say goodbye to them. again, you reassured them that you would do as they suggested. you would be fine, because after all, choso was a professional. waving at your friends’ retreating figures, you slowly walked towards the entrance and let your eyes wander. the streets were busy, you couldn’t immediately make out anyone who was waiting in front of the restaurant. not that you really knew what choso looked like, you just hoped your search wouldn’t get more difficult with people waiting in the front. glancing at your reflection on the windows of a parking car, you made sure that you looked presentable and approachable.

“y/n?” your soul nearly left your body as you got startled by a deep voice behind you, now suddenly being aware of the figure behind you. whirling around, you almost hit the other person with your small bag with the swing. your eyes widened and you apologized profusely, fussing around to make sure the person was okay until you paused. wait a minute. this person knew your name. abruptly leaning back so you could look at the person’s face - they were very, very tall - you incredulously stared at them before spluttering: “c- choso? you’re choso?”

the taller male nodded, gently grasping your shoulders to steady you. on your bare skin, his hands felt scalding hot, making you painfully aware of how close you stood to each other. choso, for a lack of better terms, looked nothing like you’d expected but you couldn’t complain. he was attractive, very much so. he almost fit into the bad boy category, the type of men your dad would never let you close to. you felt inexplicably drawn to choso, like a moth to flames and you just couldn’t look away. he stared back at you, dark eyes glinting with concern as he took in your form. as your voice had suggested, you appeared to be a rather shy and timid person, looking at him like a deer in headlights. choso thought you were adorable, the way you were holding onto the sleeves of his shirt to not fall.

“i’m so sorry, i didn’t mean to hit you! you just really scared me there,” you apologized again, letting go of the fabric in embarrassment. luckily, he didn’t seem to mind, patiently waiting until you were composed again.

“don’t worry about it, i’m okay. it’s nice to finally meet you. should we head inside?” he offered you his arm which you gratefully took and followed him inside. truth to be told, you were starstruck by him, still too flabbergasted to say another word. thankfully, choso had picked up on your speechlessness, silently chuckling to himself as he led you to your private booth. you sat across from him, quietly thanking the waiter as he handed you the menu. eyes flitting back and forth between it and choso, you fiddled with the hem of your dress. what would you even talk about? you felt awkward, not knowing what to ask him; your confidence had suddenly vanished with the earlier incident.

“you look like you’re about to faint,” choso teased you, giving you a cheeky smile. “i’m not gonna bite you, i promise. i’m supposed to be your fake boyfriend, right? ask me whatever you want, just act like we’re good friends. it’ll get better with time.”

you nodded eagerly, face heating up at the mention of boyfriends. how does one even act around them without prior experience? let’s not dwell on it for too long, you thought to yourself. fidgeting on your seat, you pointed at the menu. "do you already know what you'll be getting? a lot of people online recommended their signature dish so i thought we could try it… but all of their dishes sound really good!"

“how about we order different dishes and try from each other then?” choso suggested in response, amusedly watching how your eyes lit up at his idea. you nodded quickly, delving back into the menu to find your desired dish. glancing over to his side to see what he was looking at, you then pushed your menu over to him, pointing at the dish you would be ordering. choso nodded in understanding, skimming the pages until he found a dish that complimented it. not wanting to let you wait any longer, he gave the waiter a sign, ordering for the two of you. across of him, you stayed quiet, still contemplating what to ask him.

“feel free to ask me anything,” choso reminded you again, propping his chin on his hand and leaned closer to you. “when you first get to know someone, dates are really just to spend time with each other and getting to know the other person. if there’s something you two have in common, you’ll just go from there and bond over it, yeah?”

humming in thought, you nodded and looked up at him. “so uhm… what do you like to do in your free time? i’m still in uni, so i spend most of my days studying. but i really like reading when i’m free and i also volunteer at an animal shelter. the pets there make me really happy!”

“my job takes up the majority of my time, so i try to spend time with family and friends as much as possible. my younger brother has gotten me into surfing and paddle boarding, i really enjoy doing that. what do you study, if i may ask?”

“i want to become a veterinarian in the future! it’s been my dream ever since i was younger, so yeah… you said you have a younger brother? i have an older sister but we don’t have much in common since she’s a lot older than me. but um surfing! so you spend a lot of time at the beach, right? i haven’t been there in a long time.”

“if you still wish to continue after today’s date, we could go to the beach next time? i can teach you, it’s not that difficult.”

surprised, your eyes widened at his suggestion. he seemed to be confident that there would be a next time and you couldn’t even deny that possibility. so far, you were easing into the conversation more and more - the process was more natural than the whole setting suggested. though he still made you nervous, he had been nothing but respectful of your space and friendly. not to mention that you were attracted to him as well; if you hadn’t hired him, you could imagine actually getting close to him.

"i- i'd love that." as you told him more about yourself and listened to his stories, you didn’t notice how much time had passed until the waiter suddenly appeared in front of you, presenting you the dishes. your mouth was watering at the sight of the delicious dishes, you couldn’t wait to dig in. quickly thanking the waiter, you then took a bite from the dish after he left. you sighed in satisfaction, taking your time to properly taste the first bite.

“this is so good, you need to try it!” you gushed, pushing your plate closer to the middle of the table. choso chuckled, sharing his plate with you as well. as you took in all the side dishes, he'd already taken it upon himself to pick up a smaller piece with his chopsticks, nudging it towards you. you looked at him confused, then back at the small piece of food. was he trying to-? carefully, you leaned in and let him feed you, confusion and hesitation immediately melting at the taste. the food made you happy, but the unusual intimacy and closeness that he just showed you wasn't lost in between the myriad emotions.

as you had dinner, the previous conversation continued. choso was a few years older than you, has been working in this industry for two years now and preferred coffee over tea. he disliked early mornings and liked to sleep in until noon. his most precious and valued object was a polaroid camera, he wanted to have photos commemorating important occasions or moments that were special to him. all these little details made you feel like he was less of an escort that you'd hired but more of a friend. much to your surprise, the conversation ran smoothly and there were no awkward, silent gaps. you supposed it was only natural; you felt comfortable with him so it was easy to talk. had it been any other guy who didn't understand you or your intentions so well, you probably would've closed up.

"do you want to take a stroll around the estate? i heard the gardens are really beautiful," you asked choso, a hopeful glint in your eyes. dinner was finished long ago, silence filled with light conversation and teasing from choso’s side. you weren’t sure where to go from this or how to suggest being… more intimate. choso had suggested you would go slow - but how slow was too slow? and if you were to go with the flow, when would be the right time?

“i would love to,” choso’s reply pulled you out of your thoughts, focusing your attention back to him. lost in your thoughts, you nodded and called a waitress over to pay the bill. you felt choso’s gaze on you, making you queasy. what did he think of you? or this entire ordeal? you wondered. as he stood up and moved behind you, you nearly jumped out of your skin when he placed his hand on the small of your back, guiding you out of the restaurant. the touch was unfamiliar, heavy and scalding even through your clothes, but not unwelcome. a strange feeling welled up in your chest, crawling its way up your throat, constricting it in such a way that it distracted you from coherent thoughts.

seeming to notice your conflict, choso stepped to the side, offering you his hand. you glanced at it, hesitating. “boyfriend experience, remember?” he grinned at you, patiently waiting until you took his hand. his hand was much bigger, almost entirely engulfing yours as you intertwined your fingers. gently swinging your arms back and forth with the flow, choso lead the way through the paths of the garden. having looked forward to it, you suddenly found yourself too distracted by him. the flowers and trees were beautiful and so were the statues but he was the one that caught your attention.

“my hands aren’t sweaty, are they?” you asked after a moment of silence, stopping to face choso. he laughed and shook his head, flicking your forehead gently.

“stop worrying about things too much, you’ll be fine. you don’t see me complaining, do you?”

“i mean that’s true… but i can’t help it! there’s just a lot to uh, think about…” your voice trailed off, you let his hand go to cover your face in embarrassment. choso inched closer to you, grasping your hands to pry them off your face. remaining stubborn, you pulled them back in, a giggle breaking from your lips when he tried again, playfully pinching your cheeks.

“want me to take your mind off said things?” he asked with a low voice, inching in further until your back hit a tree trunk behind you. he was so close, too too close. weakly, you pushed at his chest, trying to get him to back off. the sudden closeness that threw you off - your heart was racing at a million miles an hour, the endless possibilities dancing around your head. “how so?” your voice came out quiet and breathless, as if you were anticipating anything, something… his touch perhaps?

“do you feel comfortable with me?” without hesitating, you nodded in agreement. choso didn’t question you any further, simply gave you a knowing smile before diving in and pressing his lips against yours. instinctively, you stiffened, hands clenching around the fabric of choso’s shirt. breath caught up in your throat, you struggled to ease into it. you pulled away from him, squeezing your eyes shut in shame.

“i’m sorry that-”

“don’t apologize,” choso comforted you quickly, clasping your hands in his and intertwining them. thumbs gently rubbing the back of your hands, he lifted one of them to press a kiss against your knuckles. you blinked perplexed; your heart fluttered at the gesture. “don’t overthink it, there’s no science to it, yeah? just follow the flow, whatever feels good. we’ll go from there.”

giving you a moment to collect yourself, he leaned back in, silently waiting for permission. again, your breath hitched but this time, it wasn’t the nervousness. it was his eyes that drew you in, demanding all of your attention. dark, with unknown depths, that glimmered with mischief. ever so slightly, you tilted your head up to meet his lips. his warm lips pressed against yours, slowly testing the waters and letting you set the pace before deepening the kiss. now less hesitant, you kissed him back with more fervour, losing yourself in the feeling. it felt awkward and strange now that you let him guide you, leaving more space for you to ponder about the feeling that it evoked inside of you. you were glad he was holding your hands, otherwise you wouldn’t know what to do with yourself. the kiss brought forth a pleasant, tingling feeling - the sort of feeling that pulled you in, lulling you in warmth.

when choso pulled away, you almost mewled in disappointment, chasing after him. he let out a breathy laugh, cupping your cheek. “how did that feel? was it okay?”

“y- yeah, i liked it. felt very strange at first but once i was able to ease into it, it was… more natural and felt really good,” you explained to him shyly, leaning into his hand. longingly, you gazed at him. would it be weird to ask for another kiss? you wanted explore the feelings more, the intimacy of it, wanted to feel more of him. as if sensing that you were craving more, choso leaned in again, stopping a few centimeters in front of your face. with a sudden surge of boldness, you closed the distance between you, leaning up to kiss him. choso's arm snaked around your waist, pressing you closer to his body. gradually your body felt hotter, a dull ache accompanying it, spreading across the expanse of your stomach.

before you could act on the urge, choso pulled away again, pressing an apologetic kiss to the corner of your lips. "sorry, i don't want to get too carried away and we're… uh in public," he laughed at your horrified expression upon realizing your mistake. "i take it that you're still comfortable with this? do let me know if it gets too overwhelming for you.”

“n- no, it’s fine! it was uh, an interesting insight. i just wasn’t expecting to really get into this, considering- considering i hired you for this and don’t really know you.”

choso hummed in agreement. “i guess there has to be at least a smidge of attraction for it to work, yeah?” you looked at him stunned, trying to decipher the look in his eyes. you couldn’t place it; couldn’t place the feeling of longing that was emerging in you. when he looked at you like that, it was difficult to remind yourself that he was just an escort that you hired for your personal problems. when he looked at you like that, it filled you with warmth, making you want to pretend that he really cared about you as if you were in a relationship.

“yeah… yeah, i guess so.”

nervously, you were twiddling with your phone, contemplating whether to text choso or not. after the last “date”, you felt confident enough in continuing your… relationship of sorts. he was great at guiding you, always making sure you were comfortable and moving at your pace. you did let him know that you would book another session, you just hadn’t set up a date or time yet. and casually texting him felt awkward. hey, how’s your day? oh by the way, i wanna book another session so we can make out haha? maybe calling was a better idea. there was no plan ahead, never did you think you would even get this far.

the dial tone made you nervous. you chewed on your bottom lip as you waited for him to pick up, bouncing your leg up and down. maybe he was busy? it was early in the afternoon after all, he was probably already out with other clients. “hello? y/n?” choso sounded groggy, his voice raspy and deep as if he’d just gotten up. it sent electric shocks right down your spine, raising goosebumps across your skin. never had you thought about a man’s morning voice before, but choso had you wondering, imagining. you spluttered: “oh hey uh are you busy? i’m not interrupting you with something, am i?”

“not at all, i just got up,” choso admitted with a quiet chuckle. “everything okay? are you calling in for another appointment?”

“ah, yeah! i thought that we worked quite well and there’s still a few more things i want to learn with you, if you’re up for it? if you’re comfortable with it too, of course!”

“mhmm, i wouldn’t mind,” choso pondered from the other side. sounds of rustling and a few clangs resounded before you could clearly hear his voice again. you were glad that he agreed to it, meaning that you weren’t entirely… hopeless in that department. for days, his words were ghosting around in your head, a constant reminder that he seemed to find you attractive as well. not that he showed it, staying professional despite the nature of your relationship. it was nice to imagine that someone would look at you like that, at your shy and timid self.

choso was meticulous about his work, working on every detail and concern until he was satisfied. even though he looked so easy going, from time to time he had to admit that he was a perfectionist and easily frustrated when something didn't go the way he expected. so when you rolled around, so innocently asking for help, it threw him off. the feelings of confusion grew when he first met you, unable to pinpoint the origin of this urge, possessive and demanding, reaching its tendrils out to you. the way you reached out to him for help, the fact that you wanted to continue, wanted him to teach you. it thrilled him to the core when it really should not. he had to remain professional. but he was curious, so curious. indulging a little wouldn't hurt, right?

to choso's surprise, the next venue you'd chosen was the own comfort of your home. you were barely acquaintances, more like strangers, and yet you felt confident to invite him here. at the phone you had told him that your friends thought you had weird ideas about dates due to only seeing glorified versions of them on tv shows and movies. it embarrassed you enough to take their advice, inviting choso over for a movie night as opposed to visiting another fancy venue with him. prior to the date, you went through movie suggestions and rented the ones that you thought were interesting and enjoyable for the two of you. despite your put together attire and look, your apartment did not reflect the sentiment. it was a little chaotic; books and paper stacking up in every free corner of the apartment, pens strewn across surfaces and here and there choso could spot memorabilia and photos.

you gave choso an apologetic look when you let him in. despite your best efforts to clean up, you were still not happy with the outcome. tidying wasn't your strong suit but you tried to make it as accommodating as possible. choso assured you that he didn't mind at all, telling you that it added to the charm of the apartment. it was unusual to have someone other than your friends or family in the apartment - your home was your sacred space that you rarely ever showed anyone else, let alone someone you had hired. choso took a seat on the couch, turning to look at you as you went to grab some glasses and drinks.

"i uh, told my friends about my plans and they just told me i have weird expectations of dates," you explained choso, placing the items you'd grabbed on the coffee table and rubbed the back of your neck sheepishly. "they said it would probably just be better to have a simple movie night since a lot of people do that. and it would… make things a lot easier i- if we go fu- further…" the implication was hanging in the air, you didn't dare to speak them out. choso gave you a knowing smile, patting the empty space beside him. gingerly, you sat next to him, squeaking in surprise when he snaked an arm around your waist and pulled you to his side. with wide eyes, you stared at him, still trying to wrap your head around the casual close proximity with the taller male.

wordlessly, you started a random movie, trying to focus on it. throughout the duration of it, choso would ask you questions about your day, how uni was going or whether you felt comfortable. you couldn't focus, not with him being so close. how you made it through the first movie you didn't know. you were hyper aware of choso's wandering hands, the ghost touches his fingers left, how he absentmindedly rubbed your legs that were resting on his lap. straining to keep your eyes on the screen, your neck already felt stiff from the tension.

"i can tell that you're distracted, you know?" choso hummed, hands squeezing your legs gently to catch your attention. pretending to not be affected by it, you shook your head. you didn't want to show him that you wanted to proceed, not yet.

"i'm trying to concentrate," you shushed him quietly, playfully pushing at his arm but still not looking over to him. silence. you assumed you'd convinced him that there was nothing wrong until you felt his hands innocently move a little higher, rubbing the top of your thighs. clenching your fists, you stayed put, unwavering in your resolve. choso's hands wandered, alternating between featherlight touches to using more pressure. he kept his eyes on you, gauging your reactions to him. you brought your hand up to cover half of your face. it was embarrassing, the way your breath came out laboured in response. without warning, arms were hooked under your knees, dragging you across the couch and seated you on his lap. you made a noise in protest, now finally paying attention to him. choso wasn’t sure why but it had bothered him that you were so adamant on keeping your attention on the movie as opposed to keeping your eyes on him.

choso wasn’t sure why but he craved your attention, wanted you to look at him only. his resolve crumbled when you looked at him with wide eyes, grasping the sleeves of his shirt to steady yourself. he couldn’t help but kiss you, swallowing your surprised mewl before you returned the kiss. pleased at your eagerness, he gradually deepened the kiss, licking at the seams of your lips. you gasp in surprise and parted your lips slightly, whimpering in anticipation. it felt unfamiliar and yet thrilling at the same time, fueling and flaring up the dull ache in the pit of your stomach. before choso could go any further, you pulled away and hid your face in the crook of his neck. “what’s wrong? did i go too far?” he questioned concerned, rubbing your back in soothing circles.

“no, no, not at all,” reassuring him quickly, you awkwardly turned in his lap, legs still thrown over it. “i uh just wanted to try to take initiative myself, figure things out without getting hints from you… if that’s okay?”

a sigh of relief left choso’s lips. silently, he gave you his approval and leaned back, watching as you shuffled clumsily. finally, you straddled his lap and placed your hands on his chest. in the dim light, you couldn’t make out his face expression - choso was glad that you couldn’t, otherwise you would have been able to see how much it was affecting him, how he was slowly losing his composure and control around you. but this was about you, he was there to help you explore this type of intimacy. releasing another shaky breath, you then leaned in and softly kissed him. you kept a languid tempo, slowly and surely cracking his restraint. trying to mirror what he’d done earlier, you pushed further, timidly licking into his mouth as he parted his lips.

seemingly not being able to hold back anymore, choso pushed against you with equally as much fervour, gripping your chin and tilting your head ever so slightly. his lips moved against yours, sucking your bottom lip, eliciting a whimper from you. again the ache in the pit of your stomach was flaring up, uncomfortable and yearning for relief; you moved against his lap, pressing your body against his when your crotch dragged against the bulge in his jeans. choso groaned, hands flying to grasp your hips and steady you.

dazed, you gave him a confused look. choso cleared his throat, lifting his hips ever so slightly so you could feel his arousal again. when the realization hit you, your face heated up - you were surprised to find out that he felt aroused… by you.

“oh.”

“yeah.” choso retorted dryly, hands rubbing at his face in embarrassment. “fuck, i’m so sorry. it wasn’t meant to get out of hand like this, i don’t know how far you planned ahead for today but i-”

“uhm if you don’t mind…” you hesitated. but curiosity simply got the better of you, you wanted to see him breathless and feel as hot and bothered as you did. “could i uhm. you know? give you a handjob? only if you don’t mind because i want to know how to please uhm, please people.”

choso swore under his breath. you had no idea how painfully hard you were making him. quietly encouraging you, he leaned in to kiss you again and guided your hands to his jeans. you fumbled with the button and zipper, hands trembling slightly. it took you a few tries until you were finally able to unzip his pants, a giggle left your lips at the thought of how clumsy you were. your hands gently rubbed at the tent in his boxers, breath hitching as choso’s hips jerked. gaining some courage, you slightly put on more pressure and watched fascinated when choso’s fingers digged into the fleshy skin of your hips in anticipation. slowly, you pulled the waistband of his boxers down until it revealed his cock. choso hissed at the cold air that was biting at his skin.

carefully, you wrapped your hand around the shaft, marvelling at how the skin felt on your hands. sensing your cluelessness, choso wrapped his larger hand around yours and guided you into a slow rhythm to get you used to the movement. sucking in a deep breath between his teeth, he praised you: “you’re doing good, y/n. fuck, you’re being such a good girl.”

your heart soared at the praise. eagerly, you leaned up to kiss him, still stroking him in slow movements. choso moaned against your lips, the deep sound spurring you on, eager to hear more of his reactions. when you finally felt more comfortable continuing on your own, choso pulled his hands away and instead settled them on the small of your back, sliding them down until they were resting on your bum. you wrapped your other hand around him as well and paid attention to his reactions, adjusting the pressure and pace accordingly. choso buried his face in the crook of your neck, whispering sweet praises in between his moans. eventually your name left his lips; it set your entire body in flames, desperate want clinging onto your bones.

“fuck, i’m close,” he groans against the skin of your neck, hips rutting up to meet your movements more frantically now. you weren’t entirely sure what to do, opting to simply match the pace. shudders wrecked through choso’s body as he came, warm cum painting your small hands and running down your fingers. he was panting, leaning back against the couch and watching you with hooded eyes. the sight in front of you stirred something inside of you - choso’s flushed face, the slight sheen of sweat on his skin, his kiss-bitten lips. with curiosity, you inspected the liquid on your hand. lazily, choso grasped your wrist, holding them away from you. “‘m sorry. do you have a tissue?”

you tilted your head, tugging on the sleeves of his sweater with your other hand. “uh i- i’ve heard from others… um. can i try?” you asked quietly. choso’s grip on your wrist weakened; he gave you an incredulous look, as if you few two heads. out of all things, he didn’t expect you to suggest that. fuck, he felt the blood rushing right back down to his cock. just the thought of you, doing that - it was enough to make him cum again. “go ahead, if you feel like it,” choso whispered in a low voice. dark urges overcame him again, begging him to give in, to make you bend to his will, to submit, to-

his thoughts came to a screeching halt when he saw you unashamedly pop a finger in your mouth, licking the come from it. there wasn’t any reaction from you really, you gave him a sheepish smile afterwards and gratefully took the tissue he offered you. he helped you wipe your hands, diving in for another kiss. “sorry, i think i just short circuited,” choso laughed embarrassedly, another kiss was pressed to your temple. “that was just… uh- fuck.”

“r- really?” you stammered, hiding your face in your hands. “it’s okay if it wasn’t that great for you, it was my first time after all, i-”

choso hushed you, going for another open mouthed kiss, eliciting a whimper from you. “yeah, really. fuck, the things i want to do to you,” he shook his head, not wanting to get sidetracked again. “but this is about you. we’ll only go as far as you’re comfortable. did you feel like you learned enough for today?”

“mh- hmm. thank you,” you leaned your head against his chest, closing your eyes as a sudden tiredness washed over you. choso’s fingers dancing across your skin were slowly lulling you into a comfortable slumber. “what is it that you want to do to me? will you show me one day?”

choso cursed, shivers running down his spine.

“if you want to, of course.”

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now that you’d met choso a couple of times, it was pretty obvious that you took some liking to him. after that fateful day, nothing else had happened as you wanted to work on easing into relationship dynamics and feeling less insecure about things - choso had been nothing but sweet and mindful about it, even went out of his way to find suitable locations for your dates. somewhere along the way you had started to text more casually, the strictly business type texting long forgotten. gradually, the two of you opened up to each other, the lines between escort and client slowly blurring and intertwining.

choso had promised to pick you up after your shift at the animal shelter for your next date; for today he had suggested you come over to his place for a change. the thought that he was willing to let you in his home, let you have a glimpse into his personal life, it made you giddy with anticipation. despite getting closer to each other, he remained a mysterious person and you didn't want to pry. after all, you were merely his client. but what if you were more- patting your cheeks to put some sense back into you, you leaned down to pet the dogs. unbeknownst to you, choso had already entered the building and watched you with a soft smile as you gave each of the dogs their deserved belly rubs before you left.

you didn't take any notice of him until some of the dogs perked up and carefully trudged over to sniff at the stranger. turning around on your heels, your eyes widened as you took in choso's tall figure. you quickly apologized, telling him that you would be joining him right away to which he simply shook his head and reassured you that you were fine. your co-workers were eyeing choso curiously, one of them wiggling their eyebrows at you. in response, you waved it off, too embarrassed to set the record straight. choso looked so awfully much like a boyfriend in this moment - the way he was dressed in casual clothes that accentuated his physical features so well, the soft smile he gave you as he offered you his hand to take, the way he sounded genuinely interested and curious when he asked you about your day.

silently, you took his hand and followed him out of the building - you could feel your co-workers’ inquisitive gazes like laser beams on your back. while they were never particularly nosy about your personal life, it was unusual that someone would pick you up from work; much less someone that you seemed to be romantically interested in. surely, they would grill you the next time you would return to work. “they think you’re my boyfriend,” you explained to choso sheepishly, glancing down at your intertwined hands. choso squeezed your hand and nudged your side gently. “am i not?” he winked at you cheekily, making your face heat up. he had asked in such a serious voice that you’d briefly questioned yourself.

“n- no, not really,” you replied quietly, looking away from him. choso reached around you to open the car door for you. in the window reflection you could see his face expression; it was rather somber, almost as if your words had hurt him in a way. the emotion was gone from his face when you blinked. maybe you had just imagined it. getting close to him on that level was unattainable, no matter how you twisted it. it just wasn't right.

the car ride was mostly quiet, only the sound of choso's car playlist accompanying you. somewhere along the way he had reached out to intertwine your fingers, resting his hand on your thigh. holding hands was almost natural to you now, the way his hands automatically sought out yours whenever possible. in response, your heart was racing, filling with the all too familiar feeling of yearning. whether you were simply yearning for the intimacy and closeness of a relationship or for him, you weren't entirely sure. while choso had told you about himself for the sake of the fake dating, there were still unknown facettes. it was impossible for you to get to know all of him, not when he was selling a fantasy to you. and yet, you found yourself craving more of him, beyond what he was willing to show you.

choso parked his car in the garage, turning his body sideways so he could look at you. "you okay? you look like you were quite lost in thoughts," he hummed curiously, rubbing circles on the back of your hand. what could you possibly answer to that? hey i'm questioning our fake relationship and it's going beyond what i expected? abruptly, choso hoisted you across the seat onto his lap as if you'd weighed nothing. "a penny for your thoughts? or should i take your mind off things?"

"i- i think i would… rather not talk about it," you whispered quietly, gaze skirting away from his eyes. choso frowned, slightly irritated - he had a small inkling why he reacted this way but banned the thought to the back of his head. he understood that as a client, you wouldn't disclose details of your private life to him. but he found it difficult to circumvent your dropping mood when he couldn't tell what was going on.

"i understand," choso was about to open the door when you suddenly cupped his chin and dove in for a kiss. he was caught off guard - rarely did you ever initiate kisses, usually shyly asking beforehand. feeling bold, you pressed you pressed your hips down, grinding against his crotch. choso groaned, gripping your hips to guide you while thrusting his hips up to meet yours. he enjoyed how you shuddered at the newfound pleasure, the delicious friction making your toes curl. "does baby want me to take her mind off things?" he murmured with a raspy voice, peppering kisses across your jaw.

"please," you mewled needily, hands grabbing onto his shoulders, fingers digging into his skin. choso complied, sliding his hand up to tangle in your hair and gently pulled at it, tilting your head back. you were panting by the time he was moving down the column of your neck, nipping and sucking at your skin. lower and lower, until he reached the top of your breasts; with swift movements, he yanked your shirt and bra upso , pressing open mouthed kisses to them before wrapping his lips around your nipple. your voice cracked as you moaned his name, hands flying up to bury your hands in his hair. distracted by the ministrations, you didn’t notice choso’s free hand sliding down your front until you feel the coldness of his hands on your skin. you squirmed, giggling at the cool sensation - the giggle died abruptly when he dove lower, fingers rubbing your clothed pussy languidly.

“c- choso! we’re still in the g- garage, people can see!” you stuttered scandalized, tugging at the tips of his hair to grab his attention. choso simply hummed, carrying on as if you hadn’t just told him your concerns. rubbing circles on your clit, he watched with satisfaction how your legs were trembling, writhing in pleasure. just the sight of you - hickeys on your neck, slightly swollen lips, shirt pushed up to reveal your tits, his hands down your pants - it was so arousing and thrilling, he almost didn’t want to stop.

“the windows are tinted and no one’s around at this time… do you really want me to stop?” he murmured with a low voice, fingers pushing your panties to the side to gather the slick up on his fingers. “look at you, how much you’re craving it. the want is written all over your face, baby. do you want to stop now?”

before you know it, choso’s hand is suddenly hovering over your face, fingers glimmering with your arousal. you shot him a dazed look, confusion evident on your face. “open,” he instructed softly, slowly and carefully sliding his fingers in your mouth. almost instinctively, your hands gingerly grasped his wrist. your lips wrapped around them, tasting the liquid curiously. his breath hitched, blood shooting down his groin - fuck, you were going to kill him. tentatively, he thrusted his fingers, slow enough so he could gauge your reaction to it. you didn’t know what it was - the taste of yourself, the weight of his fingers on your tongue, the way he was looking at you with hooded eyes and a hungry expression on his face; it made you squirm, eagerly for more. choso immediately took notice of your sudden mood shift. barely noticeable, your hips were rocking back and forth as you sucked on his fingers, cleaning them of your slick.

with a pop, choso removed his fingers. you whimpered his name, gasping in relief when he slid them back down, moving your panties to the side. his thumb found your clit, rubbing the little nub gently in slow circles. as if he was in no hurry and unbothered by the prospect that someone could actually spot you, he continued his ministrations. your legs jerked, threatening to close when you felt his fingers prod at your entrance. excruciatingly slow, he sunk a finger into you. the feeling was unfamiliar, almost uncomfortable at first. seizing up, you clenched around the finger. “relax, ease into it,” choso whispered reassuringly, capturing your lips in a kiss. “it’ll feel good, i promise.”

choso inserted a second finger, letting you get used to the feeling of them. the kisses he was peppering on your chest were distracting you from the burning stretch, creating a confusing mix between pain and pleasure. “how are you feeling?”

“f- feels good, i- i-” you were struggling to form coherent sentences, too focused on how he was lapping at your nipples, sucking and kissing them gently. “y- you can continue…”

steadily, choso started to thrust his fingers into you - gradually, the burn was disappearing and replaced by a delicious stretch, pleasure that was spreading throughout your body and setting your nerves on fire. desperately clinging onto his shirt, you hid your face in the crook of his neck. choso placed a kiss on the crown of your head, whispering sweet praises and telling you what a good girl you were. it felt good, so good but something was missing, you needed something, maybe more. you started begging and despite blabbering nonsensical things, choso understood what you were asking of him. his fingers hit a peculiar spot inside of you when he curled them, making you jerk in surprise. “o- oh!” again and again, choso was hitting the spot, making you writhe on his lap.

something was building up in the pit of your stomach, like a tightened coil that was about to snap at any time. panicking slightly, you grabbed choso’s hand and tried to close your legs, wiggling away from him: “h- hey wait, i-” another moan broke from your lips when choso sealed your lips with his and wrapped his arm around your waist, locking you in place. “it’s okay, let go, baby. cum for me,” he whispered against your lips, sinking his fingers in you one last time. and then the coil snapped, the high crashing over you like a riptide, so blinding and intense that it took you a while to come down from it. your thighs were still trembling by the time you came back to your senses, ripples of pleasure still cursing through you.

you slump against choso's chest, exhausted from the intensity of your orgasm but feeling wonderfully blissed out. choso removed his hand from you, licking your arousal from his fingers before wiping them off on a paper towel. he brushed his fingers through your hair, pressing a kiss on your forehead. "how are you feeling? can you move?"

"my legs feel like jelly," your voice came out muffled, face still pressed into his chest. "'m feeling good though. that was… really nice."

"i'll carry you upstairs," choso declared matter-of-factly, hoisting you up so he could carry you. you slung your arms around his neck, pecking the side of his neck. his scent was faint but calming, lulling you into a sense of home and comfort. you wanted to stay close to him like this, just having him hold you in his arms. a myriad of emotions welled up in you, swallowing all your doubts until all that was left was the budding blossoms of your feelings for him, nurtured by his soft touches and adoring treatment. you wanted to cherish him, keep him close for as long as you could, as long as you could still have him.

"thank you."

"for what?" choso sounded surprised.

"taking care of me? i mean i pay you for it but i still wanted to let you know that i appreciate it."

“everything for you, baby,” choso replied softly, tightening his grip around you. as you got to his apartment, choso placed you on the couch and knelt down, hands wrapping around yours. “do you want to get changed? i’ll lend you some of my clothes, you can get changed in my room or in the bathroom if you want to freshen up.”

he was so so considerate, you couldn’t believe someone as nice as him existed out there. as you agreed, choso disappeared in his room; the sound of opening doors and drawers as well as rustling resounded from his room. you took the opportunity to observe his home. it was a small but cozy apartment, despite being sparsely decorated. in the back of the living room, you could spot some bags and boxes, presumably choso’s surfing equipment, as well as posters and photos cluttered on a pinboard. here and there, some little figurines and trinkets were spread across the apartment. although it was cozy, the apartment lacked some kind of presence, some warmth. you assumed that it had to do with choso’s job - he probably was rarely home between work and spending time with friends and family.

“here you go,” choso handed you a big sweatshirt and some shorts as he came back, patting your head teasingly. “go and get changed, i’ll start preparing dinner, yeah?”

you hid in the bathroom and got changed, neatly folding your clothes and stacking them on the counter. inspecting yourself in the mirror, you admired the size of choso’s sweater - it was a simple and cream coloured sweater that was entirely dwarfing and engulfing you. the sleeves were way too long and the hem almost reached your knees. but it was soft and comfy, coming close to choso’s hugs. you pulled the shorts up your legs, awkwardly securing them by tucking them underneath the sweater. choso had set up some boiling water and was silently chopping vegetables by the time you left the bathroom and tip toed towards the kitchen. “can i help you with anything?”

“no it’s okay, take a seat. do you want anything to drink? water? tea?” reluctantly, you sat at the small table on the side, pouting at him. choso simply laughed and shook his head, bringing a glass of water over. your heart jumped in surprise when he kissed your forehead as he placed the glass on the table. “i’ll take care of you for today. boyfriend duties, remember? the past times you’ve always taken us out on restaurants and incredible locations and now it’s my turn to show you the boyfriend magic.”

sudden dread filled your stomach. how could choso be so warm and kind-hearted to you, when you weren’t even in a relationship? you keep having to remind yourself that this was what he was doing for a living, that you might possibly never know the real him. that this might just be a mask that he kept on for the sake of your requests. you didn’t reply, deep in your thoughts as you stared at the glass of water. choso returned back to his previous task, cooking dinner in silence. your chest felt heavy with uncertainty and disappointment - you tried your best to push the emotions down. they were irrational, you knew full well what you were getting yourself into when you asked for his service.

thankfully, choso didn’t seem to have picked up on your sullen mood, even throughout dinner - you let no emotions shine through when you conversed with him, choosing to keep it lighthearted. you offered to wash the dishes, not wanting him to lift another finger when you could help him in return. as you scrubbed the bowls, choso creeped up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist, placing his chin on your shoulder. “you wanna watch a movie? or go to bed already? you’ve had a long day at work after all.”

“hmm, yeah. i think i’d prefer going to bed, if that’s okay for you?”

“i could never say no to cuddles,” choso hummed, capturing your lips in another kiss. you whimpered against them, not being able to resist him. he moaned against your lips, grip on you tightening. “please don’t tempt me, it’s so hard to say no to you,” he warned you with a strained voice.

your face grew warm at the memories of a few hours ago. you couldn’t believe you let him do that, let him finger you in his car in the garage. no one had seen you and you were thankful for that but you wanted the ground to swallow you whole at the thought of someone possibly snitching on you. your father would lose his mind. “is- is it not what you want?”

“of course i do, but not today. baby steps, remember? we have all the time in the world. and i can assure you that i very much want you,” with one last peck on your lips, he removed himself from you and disappeared in his room. he wanted you. your heart was soaring at his confession. you were relieved to know that he was craving you as much as you were yearning for him. maybe you would indulge, just for a couple more times until you would inevitably have to cut off the relationship. you felt at peace with your decision, you told yourself. nothing good would come from false hope.

after washing up, you joined choso on the bed, shyly crawling towards him as he opened his arms and welcomed you. he pulled you into his chest, nearly crushing you with his weight. it made you giggle and squirm in his arms, trying to wiggle out of his hold. choso was having none of it, peppering kisses all over your face as he trapped you in place. gasping for air in between your carefree laughter, you weakly pushed at his head, squealing when he dove in to blow raspberries on your neck. he showed mercy and let up, instead curiously inspecting your neck as he pulled the neckline of your, no his, sweater down. something dark was glinting in his eyes as his eyes zoomed in on the hickeys he had left on your neck and chest - he felt strangely satisfied, pleased with his work of art. a sliver of possessiveness overcame him as he traced the trail of red marks on your neck, humming quietly.

“something wrong with my neck?” you questioned confused, not having spotted the hickeys yet. choso shook his head, simply laid back on his side again to look at you. “not at all. was just inspecting the hickeys i left on you.”

“you left marks?” you gaped at him, mildly shocked at the revelation. though he was preoccupied with your neck earlier, you didn’t expect him to actually leave so many marks, much less ones that were visible. “is… is that a common occurrence?”

“for couples? i think so. but i can’t speak for everyone; if it was me, i would do it frequently. stake my claim on you, let everyone know that you’re mine,” choso replied and casually draped the blanket over the two of you, as if he didn’t just admit to doing something he would normally do with a lover. did he think of you as his? you struggled to decipher his actions, not being able to match it with a specific reason.

“that’s uh-” your stuttering was interrupted by another horrifying thought. “oh god, i can’t let my parents see this, they will kill me.”

choso shot you a confused look. you hadn’t told him about your parents yet or how you were hiding this from them.

“my parents… especially my dad, are very cautious about letting me venture out in romantic relationships. it’s mostly because he didn’t feel like anyone was good enough for me and because he didn’t want me to get hurt. sometimes i felt like those princesses locked up in a tower, you know? so i decided to explore and uh, hired you. i didn’t want to burden my friends with having to help me gain some experience,” you explained to choso, eyes widening when he suddenly grabbed your hand and pressed a kiss to it. he winked at you cheekily before leaning over you to turn off the lights. you felt him press a gentle kiss to your lips but you couldn’t make out his face expression in the dark. choso preferred it like this, so you couldn’t tell the vulnerable look on his face, the ache of knowing that he could never fully be yours.

“then i’m glad i get to serve a princess such as you.”

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“you’ve been spending an awful lot of time with choso,” nobara commented as she took a sip from her coffee, reaching out to grab one of the muffins you had ordered. you looked away in embarrassment. it’s been nearly two months since you’ve started to meet up with choso. your dates became more frequent, even the casual texting continued. and yet you hadn’t really told your friends about your progress or how you felt about him, either brushing it off or giving them vague details. it was only natural that nobara and maki grew suspicious, vowing to grill you about it the next time you would meet up. “have you done the deed?”

“n- no! not yet,” you answered hastily, the topic still making you feel bashful. though you had talked to choso about it; he had agreed and hinted that you might go all the way the next time you would meet up. it was weird, scheduling something like this. but you felt more at ease knowing that it was approaching and you could somewhat prepare your nerves for it. “we talked about it though… next time, maybe?”

“i see,” maki nodded slowly, deep in thought. “you’ve been skirting around this escort thing a lot. is there something you’re hiding from us?”

“nope! not at all!”

“y/n… we’re looking out for you as friends. i know you told us that you trust choso and that he’s the nicest person you have ever but is there something more?” maki gave you a gentle nudge. the serious look in her eyes told you that you better not give her a lame excuse. even nobara, who was usually playful in nature, looked mildly concerned. as much concern as she could muster up anyways. sheepishly, you stared at your mug, watching the milk swirl with your hot chocolate. surely, they would tell you to stop seeing him, to stay away. because catching feelings for someone whose true feelings and self you could never uncover… should have been something you could have prevented. if only it hadn’t been so easy to give in, so easy to develop feelings for choso.

“uhm. i just realized that i like him, like a lot. i know i shouldn’t and should have circumvented the issue somehow but now i’m stuck with my feelings. and it’s just confusing. before you get mad at me, i’ve already decided to cut it off after our next date. i can’t dwell on it for too long because realistically, nothing is going to happen.”

wordlessly, nobara gave you a hug, patting your back to soothe you. “is he really that great though?” maki lightly swatted nobara’s arm and gave her an eyeroll. her comment made you laugh, she knew how to lighten up a situation.

“i think so. very gentleman-like and just takes good care of everything. i really appreciate how well he’s been taking care of me this entire time. he just is the perfect boyfriend, you know?” nobara nodded but you could tell from her face that she was trying to put the puzzle pieces together. it made you laugh again, pinching her cheek playfully. you didn’t want to worry your friends too much. they always helped you in every situation and now it was time you would take care of everything yourself.

“i can’t believe this entire time we were trying to find you a perfect partner and you’ve gone and went the whole nine yards, boyfriend experience and heartbreak all together,” maki joked and ruffled your hair, giving you a reassuring smile. “you know we’re there for you if you need emotional support in this, right? we might not be much of a help while you go through the fake breakup but we can help you take your mind off afterwards.”

you sniffled a little at the thought. your next date was fast approaching and you were grateful to have such great friends, who would always look out for you and be understanding even if you made dumb mistakes. your next step would be to learn how to mend a broken heart.

everything had to be perfect. the entire evening you had been on the move, busy cleaning your apartment and room and spending time in the bathroom making yourself look presentable. you still felt nervous exposing all of you to choso, never had anyone seen you naked before. the thought of it had made you so anxious that you’d called nobara who promptly suggested you wear cute underwear and something comfy to ease yourself into it. chances were that choso didn’t really care and wouldn’t judge you anyways; he had always been generous with compliments, always telling you how pretty you looked, how cute you were, and what a good girl you were for him. you didn’t think you could feel so fired up from praises nor did you think that you would be craving to hear them so much until choso came along. the feeling of euphoria that overtook you whenever he praised you, along with the pleasure he gave you whenever you were fooling around - it was a deadly combination.

knocks at the door made you perk up, hastily racing over to the door to let choso in. he chuckled when you immediately wrapped your arms around his waist and buried your face in his chest. “hey baby, missed me much, huh? i missed you too,” choso admitted, softly combing his fingers through your hair. you peeked up at him from below, closing your eyes as you leaned into his touch like a cat. “mhmm, missed you a lot,” you mumbled, humming in content as choso pecked your lips briefly before waddling inside the apartment with you in his arms, closing the door behind him

“what am i going to do with you?” he mumbled amused and sat down on the couch, pulling you onto his lap. he squished your cheeks between his hands, kissing your pouty lips with a broad smile. “you always make it so hard for me to leave.”

your heart sunk at his last words, remembering how you were planning to proceed by the end of this date. surely, it couldn’t be so hard and he wouldn’t think much of it since it was all business anyways. and yet, you couldn’t help but seize up with dread, not wanting to hurt him. if, and only if he would actually be affected by it. you placed your hands on his, sticking your tongue out at him. you teased him: “you leave but you always return, right? doesn’t that give you something to look forward to?”

“yeah, always come bouncing back…” choso trailed off, a faraway look on his face. you couldn’t tell what he was thinking - each emotion that surfaced was only fleeting and quickly wiped from his face expression as if it never existed in the first place. perhaps he was keeping his heart as guarded as yours, for baring the most vulnerable parts of yourself could be your downfall. he ran his hands along your thighs, rubbing the bare skin gently, fingers teasingly slipping under the hem of your shorts. your breath hitched in your throat, expecting him to move his hands up further. but by now, choso knew how to play you like a fiddle, what drew beautiful moans out of you, what made you whimper in anticipation and how to build up tension. he knew how to tease you and use it to his advantage; knew well that you would follow his instructions like the good girl that you were, never disappointing him. “gotta take care of my princess, hm?”

choso dipped down, brushing the strands of your hair out of the way, showering it in kisses. you mewled quietly, tilting your head to the side to allow him more access to your neck. he was still murmuring between kisses, telling you how sweet you were, how he was going to make you sing his name, how he was going to take care of you. the whispered praises were getting to your head, you easily melted into his touch. “c- choso,” you gasped, already drowning in him as his presence clouded your senses, wrapping around you as if nothing else but him existed. “please touch me.”

“your wish is my command,” choso lifted you up as if you weighed nothing, carrying you to your bedroom with ease. gently, he dropped you on the bed, simply hovering over you without saying a word. the look in his eyes knocked the air out of your lungs; you loved his eyes, his dark brown eyes that were filled with so much warmth and love, now darkened and filled with lust. he observed you, waiting for you to make a move - you stayed still, tense with anticipation. with every single intimate encounter you had with him, you gradually learned that choso enjoyed being in control, overjoyed when you were obedient and remembered what he had told you. he liked having you at his mercy, being the first and only one to discover the expanse of your body, to pleasure you in ways you were yet to familiarize yourself with.

choso’s tapped your lips, carefully sliding two fingers in when you willingly parted your lips and sucked on them. the weight of his fingers on your tongue, the dazed look on his eyes as he watched you - it was all so erotic, so arousing. you lifted your hips, grinding against his thighs for some kind of relief. it drew a slightly irritated click of the tongue from choso, gently pressing his fingers against your tongue. but he enjoyed the view, seeing how you wanted him so much, how you were seeking relief by humping his thigh. you could already feel yourself soaking through your panties and your thin shorts, arousal smearing across choso’s thigh and leaving a wet spot on his jeans.

pulling his fingers out of your mouth, he slid them down, lower and lower, smearing your spit across your skin. his fingers stopped right at the buttons of your blouse, playfully rolling them between his fingers. slowly, he unbuttoned the blouse, pushing the fabric off your shoulders to reveal your bra. you squirmed, suddenly feeling shy and embarrassed about being so exposed in front of him. “you’re beautiful,” choso reminded you. “don’t hide from me. i want to see all of you.”

reluctantly, you kept your arms at your sides, instead clenching your fingers around the fabric of your comforter. teasingly, his hands dragged across the tops of your breasts before dipping lower. “look at you, how soaked you are already. you’ve even left a spot on my jeans. i haven’t even touched you properly yet… has my princess missed me this much?” he mused, gently rubbing circles across your skin. he was careful not to move anywhere close to your crotch, resolutely keeping his hand near your navel.

“yes, please touch me,” you mewled, grasping his hand to guide him towards the hem of your shorts. his hand splayed across your mound, rubbing in deliberately slow movements, making you sigh in relief. choso tugged on your shorts, dragging them down your legs with ease. you clenched your eyes shut, hiding your face behind your hands. choso stayed silent for a few seconds and simply admired you in the dim light of your room. he could tell that you'd chosen a nice set of underwear to impress him - you looked so cute in it, like a present waiting to be unwrapped. he took notice of the dark patch on the crotch of your panties, how they were clinging onto your skin and how your arousal was glistening on your inner thighs.

"you look breathtaking," choso complimented you, gently removing your hands from your face. "i told you not to hide, didn't i? give me all of you, baby."

you blinked a few times, sheepishly thanking him. his praises overwhelmed you, making your chest swell with pride. but still, you didn't know how to react when he was singing your praises, too bashful to reply coherently. choso removed your panties in painstakingly slow movements, leaving trails of kisses on your inner thighs up to your ankle. throwing your panties to the floor, he then pulled your legs over his shoulders. you watched him bewildered, not sure what to make of it. the position made you feel oddly exposed; all of your senses were heightened, strained to focus on choso only. the oversensitivity caused your hips to jerk when choso’s breath hit your pussy, keen on receiving attention. the swipe of his tongue on your slit was something you didn’t expect - the sensation was new, uncharted territory, so different from his fingers. it drew a whimper from your lips, making your toes curl against his back.

languidly, he was lapping at your folds, taking his time to get you used to the feeling. it wasn’t until his tongue dragged across your clit, lips wrapping around it to suck gently, that whines and whimpers spilled forth from your lips. your hips automatically lurched forward, rocking against his face. you couldn’t wrap your head around the pleasure it provided you, how it rendered you into a babbling mess with only his name on your lips like some mantra. needing to busy your hands otherwise, you clenched your fingers around his hair, subconsciously pressing his face into your pussy. choso groaned against you, the slight burn turning him on beyond relief. you felt like you’re floating, higher and higher, rapidly approaching your high and it was still a feeling you’re trying to get used to, a feeling that you readily welcomed and craved.

it was a combination of all the touches that bring you closer to the edge; how he was sucking at your clit before flattening his tongue against your clit, paying close attention to it, how it was repeatedly and rapidly dragging across your folds. it made you sob, begging him to make you cum. choso pulled you even closer, fingers digging into your thighs as he lapped at your swollen clit, again and again until you come with a loud moan, barch arching from the bed, heels digging into choso’s shoulder blades. clenching your eyes shut, you attempted to push his face away from you, now feeling too sensitive. your legs were trembling uncontrollably, you gasped for air as your high washes over you and slowly ebbing away. choso sat up on his knees and only then you see the arousal smeared across his chin and lips. the sight sent electric shocks up your spine, breath hitching in your throat. he looked so fucking hot like this. he gave you no time to be embarrassed about it, wiping the slick off his skin and licking it off his hands.

“c- choso, what-” you croaked, voice all raspy from your relentless moaning. choso didn’t reply, instead kissed you open mouthed - the taste of your arousal was still present on his tongue. in the back of your mind, you thought about how dirty it was and yet so thrilling, eliciting a hunger for him. desperately, you were tugging at his shirt, trying to get it off. you were struggling, huffing in frustration as he didn’t budge. choso laughed, pecking your lips apologetically before taking it off along with his pants. even in the dim light you could make out the bulge in his pants, a testament of much he wanted you. the sight made you salivate, your pussy clenching around nothing. he took notice of your dazed look, grabbing your chin to tilt it up. “are you sure you want this? do you want me?”

you nodded quickly, eyes widening at his question. “of course, i want you, never wanted anything more. please, choso.”

“you have me, all of me,” he retorted, a tender look in his eyes. again, your heart clenched. just one more time you would get to see him like this, pretend he really was your lover. but when he looked at you with so much adoration in his eyes, it was hard to believe that there wasn’t a spark between you. unbeknownst to you, choso had always looked at you with stars in his eyes, hoping that you would return the sentiment. no matter how hard he was keeping his feelings at bay, the cracks were widening, allowing more and more feelings to seep through. with each touch, each word that you exchanged, the dam was weakening and threatening to spill everything that he was keeping inside.

choso gently pressed you back down onto the mattress, fingers fumbling with the condom that he’d pulled out of his jeans. you watched with fascination as he put it on, not being able to take your gaze of it. he grinned, deciding to indulge you, pressing his cock against you. arousal was still leaking from you, allowing him to easily slide against you. deliberately, he nudged the head against your clit until you couldn’t take it anymore. you wiggled your hips, signaling him to do something, do put you out of your misery. choso glanced at you for permission, suddenly seeming to be nervous himself. you gave him a small nod, leaning up to cradle his cheeks and kiss him. choso began to push, slowly slipping past your folds and- the stretching burn, it was there again and made you tense up.

choso grasped your hands, intertwining them and showered your face with kisses, whispering sweet nothings and encouragement. the feeling was familiar and yet strange at the same time, the girth of his fingers were nothing compared to his cock. it was a tight fit; you were aware of him, so aware of him. muffled, you heard choso telling you to relax, that he didn’t want to hurt you, to take your time. he was still pushing, distracting you from the uncomfortable pain with kisses. with one last thrust, he’s pushed the entirety of him in you. faintly, you could feel pain gradually ebbing away. the fullness of him, the throbbing; you clenched around him, a quiet moan leaving your lips as choso’s hips jerk in response.

“you okay? can i move now?” he whispered against your lips. you nodded, feeling choso smile against your lips. your breath hitched in anticipation as he pulls out ever so slightly before thrusting back in. you let out a whimper at the sudden thrum of incoming pleasure, hands squeezing his. choso thrusted his length in and out of you slowly, still wanting you to get used to it. the drag of it against your walls, the way his cock ever so slightly bumped against that spot inside of you that made your body sing - you sobbed out his name, hips tilting up to meet his movements. choso had no qualms obliging to your unspoken wants, upping the pace once he’s made sure you felt comfortable.

slowly, his inhibitions fell apart upon seeing you desperately cling onto him, moaning out his name as he pulled out and drove back in, deeper than before. you saw stars when he hit the spot inside of you, burying himself inside of you completely. it’s been a short amount of time but choso was quick to figure out what made you shake in pleasure in particular, memorizing every little nudge and wiggle that would have you gasp out his name. the closeness, the intimacy, it easily beat everything else that you’ve ever done before but it was now that you realized that no one could compare to choso. while your initial goal was to simply learn and gain some experience, somewhere along the way, you veered off the path. perhaps your goal was never to find out what it was like engaging in sexual activities but rather to experience it with someone you loved. it was then that you realized you didn’t care about these things unless you could experience them with choso.

while choso was no stranger to having people in his bed, the sight of you was one he would never be able to get out of his head again. how your moans and whimpers were getting more frequent with each thrust, how you were sobbing his name whenever he hit particularly deep inside of you, how your small hands were holding onto his, how you clenched around him whenever he praised you. he wanted to keep you for himself, to impale himself in you in such ways that you could never look at other people the same way anymore. “i- i’m close,” you hiccuped between sobs, back lurching from the bed. “choso, p- please, i wanna cum, i-”

“i’ve got you, princess,” he assured you, diving down to kiss you feverishly. relentlessly, his hips pistoned against yours, desperate to make you cum. choso couldn’t hold back any longer, he was close, so close. wanting to cum with you, he reached down to rub your clit. your reaction was almost instantaneous, legs pressing against his side as you came, his name on your lips like a prayer. he came with you, burying his face in the crook of your neck as groans left his lips, mixed with your name and curses. his hips stuttered as they pressed against you one last time, staying in place until he’s spilled all of him in the condom. you felt like you were floating, still dazed from the intensity of your orgasm. absentmindedly, you wrapped your arms around his neck, hand absentmindedly playing with the hair at his nape. choso let out a noise, akin to a cat’s purr, nudging his head against your hand. his gesture made you giggle and you strained your neck to press a kiss against his forehead.

slowly, choso removed himself from you, letting out a breathy laugh as you protested. you made grabby hands at him but he simply tutted, disappearing in the bathroom to dispose of the condom and came back with a wet towel. it felt comforting, the warmth of the towel as well as his gentle touches, lulling you into a sleepy state. it didn’t take long for him to join you again once he was done, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into his chest like the countless times he’s done so before. “how are you feeling? i didn’t hurt you, did i?”

you shook your head, trying to find the right words. in the end, nothing came into your mind to appropriately tell him how mind blowingly good he made you feel so you just settle with: “felt good, really good. didn’t hurt, jus’ felt uncomfortable at first. but you made it okay, it’s okay when it’s with you.”

“i see,” choso let out a relieved breath, laughing as you blinked at him stunned. you looked adorable, still floating and coming down from your high. “i’m glad i was your first, glad i could do it justice. just wanted you to feel good.”

“mhmm, thank you,” you slurred sleepily, arms wrapping around his waist. you felt so warm and loved, not wanting to let go of the feeling just yet. “can we do it again some other day? you promised to show me what you still wanted to do to me.”

“y/n, sweetheart, when will you be coming to visit us again? i know it’s your summer break right now and you’re busy but we thought it might be nice to go on a short family trip. what do you think?” your mother pleaded over the phone. you could see her pout on the screen, her attempt at guilt tripping you into visiting more. truthfully, you felt bad about not having been able to see your family so much - the amount of assignments and final exams was swamping you and you just wanted to get through them before going on vacation. that and the fact that you couldn’t properly look them in the eyes anymore ever since being with choso.

you just couldn’t let go of him, nor could you admit your feelings to him, in fear it would make him uncomfortable. it was irrational, reckless even, to keep paying for a service you technically didn’t need anymore. simply to keep a person you had feelings for around for longer. nobara and maki didn’t know about this either, you knew they would have your head as soon as you confessed. it was irrational and you knew it. and yet it was so hard to let go. with every waking moment, you craved choso, his tenderness and loving gaze, the warmth of his arms, the domesticity that the two of you shared, how natural it seemed when you spent time together. and so you kept returning to him, over and over again

“i’m sorry, mum, i’m just really busy right now. but i promise i’ll let you know when i’m free, okay? i’m sure we can find a fitting date for the trip,” you attempted to soothe your mother, giving her an apologetic smile. she rolled her eyes at you playfully but shrugged it off, knowing that you didn’t mean anything by it. before you could tell her goodbye, your mother suddenly stopped you, waving at the screen.

“sweetheart, one of my friends- her son, i told him about you. he’s a very nice young man and i think you would get along well. when you come visit us, i’ll introduce him to you, yeah?” she explained, a giddy smile creeping onto her lips. “i’ve told him a little about you and your father doesn’t mind either. he has a good background too, i’m trying not to swoon.” she giggled as if she was the one who was to be set up on a date with him.

your eyes widened ever so slightly at her revelation but what shocked you more was that choso had seemingly heard what your mother had said. he was still sleeping when your mother had called you, so you hid in the kitchen to talk, not wanting to disturb his sleep. he stood in the doorway, blinking at you confused. you made sure to turn a little so your mother couldn’t see him. “mum, i told you i’m not really interested yet and want to go at my own pace-”

“honey, i know but the opportunity was just there. i couldn’t pass it up and you can still reject him, no? just try to meet him at least once.”

you sighed. “we’ll talk about it again when i’m home, okay? but don’t put too much hope in it, please.”

“i know, i know. i’ll talk to you again another day. love you, sweetheart,” your mum said goodbye to you and hung up. you groaned, tossing your phone to the side and buried your face in your hands. choso was not supposed to hear any of that. even though you two weren’t really in a relationship, and he had assured you that he wasn’t sleeping with anyone else, keeping his work at accompanying clients only, you still felt like you were somewhat betraying him. you felt choso’s presence moving behind you, then his arms wrapping around you, his chin being placed on your head. you couldn’t see the slightly irritated look in his eyes, the jealous glint that told you he didn’t want you to look at anyone but him.

“your mum seems to be eager to find you a partner,” he commented amused. you groaned, swatting at his arm.

“i don’t know why they’re suddenly so persistent after not deeming anyone as suitable for years,” grumbling, you turned slightly, pressing a kiss to choso’s chin. “i’m not really in the mood to go on dates just yet, so she’ll have to deal with it.”

“not in the mood for dates?” choso echoed, pinching your cheek. “not even with me?”

you whined, burying your face in his chest. you didn’t want to let him see how his words excited you. “no, i’m always in the mood for you, for dates with you.”

“that’s good to know. we’re going out later after all,” choso laughed, combing his fingers through your hair. “i did promise to take you to the beach and teach you how to surf.”

one of the reasons you didn’t come visit your parents immediately when your summer break began was because you’d already planned a short trip with choso. weeks ago choso had proposed you’d go to the beach together and you were thrilled by the idea, not having been by the sea in years. you’d rented a little cabin by the beach for the two of you while choso had prepared everything for the car ride. the car ride would be rather long but you weren’t worried about it at all - in the beginning, you’d been apprehensive, rather awkward with him. he eased you into everything, showing you not to be scared of relationships and to just be yourself. conversation was easy with him as if you’d been long term friends, with no worries or restrictions. for weeks, you’d looked forward to the trip, to spend more time with him.

the car ride was filled with laughter and calming music, you shared stories and secrets with each other, you fed him the snacks that you’d made the night before. you felt blissful, happily ignoring all the consequences that might be coming your way - you wanted to enjoy your time with him as much as you could. the dance that the two of you were engaging in, it was romantic and felt so domestic, while skirting around the important issue. inspecting your intertwined hands, you clasped your other free hand around his, rubbing the skin gently. choso shot you a concerned, questioning look but you brushed him off, assuring that nothing was wrong. “i’m just happy to be sharing this uh… boyfriend experience with you, really. i wouldn’t wanna do it with someone else.”

choso shot you a wistful smile, lifting your hand to press a kiss on it. “i’m glad you feel that way. you deserve only the best, someone who treats you like the princess that you are.”

the feeling of the grainy sand below you, wind blowing your hair in every direction, sun on your skin, water splashing against your shins - you felt like suddenly all your worries were washed away. you were still running through the shallow water, giggling as you saw choso catching up on you. upping your speed, you jumped through the water until he managed to grab you by your wrist, pulling you into his chest. he lifted you up, twirling you around in his arms a few times before setting you back on your feet, leaning in to kiss you. “you can’t just run away like that, all our stuff is still stranded over there,” he scolded you, playfully flicking your forehead. you glanced behind you, seeing how choso had already placed all the towels, cooler and bags on the beach chairs.

“it’s okay, we have the beach to ourselves anyways,” you retorted cheekily. choso couldn’t argue, instead rolled his eyes. the beach house that you had rented for the weekend was on the outskirts of the city, a rather quiet spot that also had a private beach. the paranoia that your parents might possibly spot you somewhere was running deep and so you didn’t want to risk anything. choso could teach you how to surf in peace, without any bystanders or crowded spaces. but now that you were sitting on the beach chair, you noticed that choso’s mind seemed to be elsewhere as he clumsily fumbled with the bags. you gnawed at your bottom lip, hoping that your earlier conversation with your mother wasn’t on his mind.

“you okay there? can i help you with anything?”

“huh? yeah,” choso answered after a second of processing, shaking his head. “uh i just get distracted looking at you. you look good in that bikini.”

“oh shut up,” you retorted but hid your face from him, still growing bashful even though you were used to him complimenting you out of nowhere. he shot you a wink, resuming his work. “but… choso, you can talk to me if anything bothers you, you know that?”

“yeah, i know… but don’t worry, i think this is something i have to figure out for myself first before i tell anyone,” he padded over, kissing your forehead. “but i appreciate it.”

deciding to drop the topic, you joined him, watching how he demonstrated his surfing skills. if he didn’t want to talk about it, you would respect it; and maybe, just maybe, he would open up to you about it. you watched as choso surfed through the waves, the sight filling you with bright happiness. he looked so happy to be surfing again, the usual tired look on his face wiped away as if it had never been there in the first place. he looked like he was truly at home, comforted and surrounded by the crashing waves. you understood what he meant by being distracted - choso looked good in his trunks as well, the water drops that were rolling down his body, his exposed upper body, the way his loose, slightly damp hair was falling over his face. you very much enjoyed the sight and almost felt creepy for staring so much.

as per usual, choso was a wonderful teacher, remaining calm and patient while he gave you instructions, comforting you when you weren’t doing so well and was always right by your side encouraging you. you hadn’t had this much fun in a while, especially not with someone other than from your close friend circle. it was easy to lose the track of time when being with him, all your thoughts and anxieties washed away like the seashells at the shore. by the end of the day, you were utterly exhausted, your muscles feeling like jelly. as you laid on the bed, you still felt like you were rocked and swayed back and forth by the waves. it was relaxing, almost lulling you into a deep slumber if it wasn’t for the sound of the running shower and choso’s humming. you opened the window, before returning to bed, wrapping the blanket around you. the sound of waves sloshing against the shore echoed through the room, making you feel like you were actually sleeping at the beach.

it didn’t take long for choso to return; you felt the bed dip beside you before you heard him. pretending to be asleep, you waited until he said anything but were instead greeted with a kiss on your nape. you squirmed a little, the feelings of his lips tickling the sensitive skin. a giggle broke from your lips, unable to stay silent any longer. “did i make you wait for too long?” he asked quietly, grabbing you by the hips to turn you around to face him. you shook your head and gave him a smile, leaning in to peck his lips. “no but i did miss you. did i tell you that i now get what you meant by being distracted? you looked really hot in your trunks and so serious while giving me instructions.”

“ah, really?” choso hovered over you, placing his hands beside your head. you’d only offered simple compliments but he was already so fired up, making you grin. “you can’t just tell me that and expect me not to do anything. don’t you know that i’m always hungry for you? i’ll ravish you right here.”

“what if i want you to ravish me?” you bravely retorted, your voice slightly cracking at the end. rarely were you ever bold with him but at this moment, you might as well indulge him. as an reward for teaching you how to surf and being so patient about it. choso clicked with his tongue, pleased with your reply. before he could move, you suddenly felt an urge to go further, wanting to be the one to initiate intercourse for once. you placed your hands on his chest, pushing gently. he looked at you confused, cocking his head to the side. if it wasn’t for the hungry look in his eyes, you would’ve cooed at how adorable he looked. “uhm can i… suck you off for today? i mean you’re always the one who- who makes me feel so good and i know you said you liked it but i just wanted to return the favour…”

choso short circuited at your request, momentarily leaving his mouth wide open as he stared at you. “y- yeah of course, if that’s what you want,” he spluttered hastily, sitting up on his knees. feeling giddy, you shuffled off the bed, positioning yourself at the edge of the bed and waiting for him to move. choso gulped, slowly moving towards the edge. he leaned down to kiss you, your hands snaked towards the waistband of his sweatpants, some doubt overcame you again, slowing your movements. sensing your hesitation, he patted your head and ruffled your hair. “you don’t have to do it, if you feel too nervous about it.”

“no, i want to, really,” you assured him, grasping the waistband and dragging it down. choso lifted his hips slightly, helping you remove his pants. his boxers followed soon after. gently, you wrapped your hands around his semi-hard cock, giving it some gentle strokes. choso exhaled shakily, leaning back on his hands as he kept his watchful eyes on you. you leaned in, flattening your tongue against the underside, running your tongue over the underside, tracing it until you reached the cockhead. gingerly, you gave it a few kitten licks before wrapping your lips around it. hands still stroking him, you delved in, taking as much as much as you could. choso tilted his head back, moaning loudly. it spurred you on, eagerly you bopped your head against him, paying close attention to the sensitive head as you licked and sucked at it. curiously, you licked the slit, tasting the precum on it. the taste was unfamiliar, nothing like you’d ever had before but you weren’t sure what to make of it. but you weren’t grossed out by it, thankfully.

choso’s hips jerked when you touched a particularly sensitive spot, not being able to control his own body anymore. usually, he was more composed, holding himself back for the sake of you - immediately, he stopped and apologized, staring at you with wide eyes. “fuck, i’m so sorry, that wasn’t meant to happen. did i hurt you?” he cupped your cheek, guiltily examining you.

“‘m okay, don’t worry about it. it just surprised me a little, that’s all. but if it’s what you like… i uh, don’t mind,” you reassured him.

“f- fuck, you can’t just say that because i will and-”

“like i said, i don’t mind. i want to make you feel good too.” reluctantly, choso nodded and relaxed again, letting you proceed. you were eager to make him cum, enthusiastically moving your head along the shaft. you welcomed choso’s shallow thrusts, glancing up to watch his reactions. his skin was beautifully flushed, eyes were closed, groans muffled as he bit his bottom lip. you struggled to take his cock in deeper, instead wrapping your hands around the parts you couldn’t reach. when choso’s thrusts got sloppier, you could tell that he was getting close.

“y/n, fuck- i’m gonna- wait, you-” unable to finish his sentence, he moaned, hips stuttering again as you swirled your tongue around the sensitive tip. you suckled on his length eagerly, hands pumping the base faster and choso couldn’t keep it in any longer, coming with a loud moan. you continued suckling on the tip, helping him through his orgasm until he’s spilled all of him in your mouth. sitting back on your knees, you removed yourself from him.

eyes wide and glossy, you looked up at him as he pulled away slightly so he could look at you. choso brushed your hair back, then lifted your chin up, tapping your bottom lip. "show me," he said in a low, hoarse voice, patiently waiting until you opened your mouth and showed him. showed him his cum that was still pooling on your tongue. a few seconds passed until he finally reacted - just the sight of you on your knees, obediently following his orders and showing him your work had his insides stirring with something dark, possessive. "swallow," he whispered, adoringly cupping your cheek as you eagerly swallowed. your face felt hot, whether by embarrassment or pride, you didn't know. quietly cursing, he pulled you up while leaning down, meeting your lips halfway.

unceremoniously, choso dropped you on the bed, making you giggle quietly as you bounced on the mattress. hovering over you, he captured your lips in yet another kiss. you wrapped your arms around his neck, hugging him to your body. choso pressed his groin against yours, experimentally rolling his hips to elicit a reaction from you. burying your face into the crook of his neck, you couldn’t help but writhe from the pleasure - and even though you’ve been sleeping with each other, you still felt too shy to ask him for… more. how could you express what exactly you wanted when you were craving all of him? when you wanted to engrave everything into your brain; the feeling of his body against yours, his touch, the sweet as well as the dirty words he whispered into your ear. it was almost unfair how easily he could draw a reaction from you, as if he’d memorized every little aspect about you already.

choso nipped at your neck, about to leave a mark when you frantically pushed at his chest. “no visible marks, i told you!” you reminded him, almost feeling bad when you saw his disappointed face. but rules were rules, you didn’t want your parents to find out you were sneaking around with someone; you were barely able to look into their eyes as is. he huffed against your neck, burying his face in the crook of your neck in frustration. seconds passed without a reaction before he finally sat up on his knees, hands reaching out to tug on your shirt. “but everywhere else is fine, hm?” he mused, dragging his warm hands across your chest to your shoulder to push the fabric off.

“i- i guess,” you spluttered, barely having any time to react as he’s already moved on, lavishing your breasts with kisses while leaving a trail of hickeys on them. you whimpered, hips rolling up against his. through your panties, you could feel the outlines of his cock; the anticipation of him filling you up made you salivate. choso was quick to remove your panties and rolling a condom on upon hearing your desperate whimpers that were urging him to move faster. no matter how many times you’d already slept together, he could never get enough of you - you made him feel like a teenager again, like he was constantly insatiable and hungry for you. judging from the look in your eyes, you seemed to feel the same way.

choso angled his cock against your entrance before sinking in, moaning in unison with you. he grasped your hands, pinning them against the pillows as you reached out, trying to touch him. you sobbed in disappointment, just wanting to feel him but choso was having none of it. the complaint was quickly forgotten when he started thrusting, the sound of his hips smacking against yours filling the room. he was diligent, hitting that spot inside you over and over again, enjoying how your legs that were wrapped around his waist were trembling. you were drowning, drowning in him, in the pleasure he so graciously provided you. choso painted your chest with marks, placing them dangerously close to where they would be peeking out underneath clothes. he knew you didn’t want anyone to see them but fuck, he wanted people to keep their hands away from you, wanted them to know that you were his.

you sung his praises, hips quickly bucking against his as he buries himself in you to the hilt. he filled you up so well, always dragging against your walls so deliciously. almost feral, choso fucked you harder, putting all his frustrations and emotions into the strength of his thrusts. it left you feeling breathless, clenching around him hard as you climbed higher and higher. never had choso fucked you like this before, like he was trying to prove something - you sobbed, tears springing forth from the intensity. it felt good, so good and you wanted to cum so bad, wanted to release. the pleasant warmth was spreading throughout your body, almost unbearably hot as you neared your climax. it erupted within you explosively, leaving you writhing in a babbling, incoherent mess. for many moments, your orgasm wrecked through you, making you see white and stars. in your euphoria, you didn’t notice how choso had cummed with you, whispering sweet praises in your ear as he rode you through your high. you didn’t notice how he disappeared, returning with a wet towel as per usual, how he kisses away the tears at the corner of your eyes. through your hazy mind, you could tell that he wrapped the blanket around you before disappearing again.

it took you a while to return back to your senses, marvelling about the sex you just had. what had possessed choso in that moment? could it be because you’d offered to suck him off? or was he so pent up the entire day? the click of the door made you lift your head towards the source of the sound, cooing when you saw choso padding towards you. he yawned quietly, crawling under the blanket and wrapping his arms around you. "exhausted?" you questioned him, nuzzling into him.

"mhmm, i feel like i could sleep in until noon tomorrow," as usual, he ran his fingers along your spine, drawing shapes on your back. sometimes you thought you could feel him spelling something out on your skin but the touches were always so fleeting that it was impossible for you to make it out. whatever it was, he must've been too wary or scared to share it with you. you were reminded of your earlier conversation - choso still hadn't said anything so you wanted to bring it up, not wanting any issues to arise between you.

"choso? do you want to talk about what was wrong earlier? i know you said you wanted to think about it, but i was wondering…"

choso interrupted you. "are you going to go on a date with the guy that your mum mentioned this morning?"

you shot him a bewildered look. so he had been thinking about it. you hesitated, not sure what to tell him. should you be upfront and tell him how you feel? or give him a mild version, so he didn't feel cornered by you?

"i'm… i'm not sure yet. the thought of going on a date with someone else is kind of daunting but i think i'll do it just so my mum's happy."

"i see." uncomfortable silence seeped between the two of you. you could tell that choso was irritated, the frown on his face clearly indicating it. and yet, he didn't elaborate, leaving you to figure out what he meant by that. not daring to move, you stayed still, waiting for him to continue. choso sighed, placing his forehead against yours. "i think this is selfish of me but i can't stand the thought of seeing you with someone else. i wish… i wish it was only me that you looked at."

"you don't want me to go on a date with him?"

"yeah. i- i can't tell you why that is. it's selfish and dumb, hence why i didn't want to tell you. and it's not something that you should worry about. i'm just your escort after all, there's nothing more between us."

his words stung. even though it was the truth, the words still stung, driving a knife right into your heart. it was the very thing that nobara and maki had warned you about. but here you were, heart breaking in a million pieces. perhaps it was the fact that choso didn't tell you the reason, didn't seem to trust you with it, that made you recoil immediately. the walls around your heart were immediately put back into place, safeguarding you from any further harm. he wasn’t obligated to tell you anything and you knew that - there was probably also another reason why he felt that way. any further digging would probably make him recoil as well, it wouldn’t do you any good. whatever was growing between you, it had to stop now. choso simply saw you as a client, probably had been this entire time. again, you were reminded of the fact that he might have been acting this entire time, none of the affection he showed you ever being real.

“i- yeah… i guess,” you replied dejectedly, looking away from him. “i’ll figure it out with him, don’t worry. i’ll just keep my mum happy with it, there’s nothing more to it.”

choso bit his lip, refraining from replying to it any further. you already knew more than you were ever supposed to, he should have never let it slip that he didn’t like seeing you with other potential love interests. it pained him to keep this hidden, keep it a secret from you - but the less you knew, the better. he couldn’t imagine you being okay with being in a relationship with him while he was still an escort, nor did he think that your parents would be thrilled about it. from what you’d revealed to him, he could tell that they treasured you and wanted to minimize any possible harm as much as possible. and that included hand-picking a suitable partner for you. he might never be what your parents envisioned for you and he might never become your love interest so every session that you booked was a blessing to him.

sighing, he placed one last kiss on your cheek before wishing you a good night. but even when he closed his eyes and tried to sleep, he was wide awake, not being able to stop the onslaught of thoughts.

weeks passed without you ever contacting choso again. your resolve would have never been this strong, hadn’t nobara intervened. while you were moping and still feeling restless, helpless even, she made sure to delete his number and made you take care of the bills before cutting off contact entirely. normally, she would have commented on it - but seeing how you were struggling through your first heartbreak, she decided to let it be. and because maki wouldn’t have hesitated to have her head if you’d ever snitched. maki had encouraged you to take your mind off things, dragging you along to some of the sports classes she attended. it did lift your mood ever so slightly, much to your surprise, it was more fun that you’d originally anticipated. maki attended so many different classes that seemed so intense that you were scared to join at first. in between the classes, you spent more time with your friends. gradually you opened up to them, explaining them the entire issue with choso and how you had struggled to let go. you told them one by one, until it was finally time to let megumi know.

out of everyone, megumi scared you the most - not because he was intimidating or violent but because you knew how he would react. he’d most definitely be upset about it because he was protective over his friends, not wanting them to be harmed in any way. you’d pleaded that at least nobara should tag along to knock some sense into him, should he snap - but megumi’s reaction surprised you. when you finished your story, he was awfully quiet. you assumed he was boiling in anger, reaching out to appease him but he was frowning, making a contemplative face. “uh listen, i think that choso’s yuuji’s brother.”

“he’s what?” nobara’s eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. megumi had recently started going out with someone that he’d met during work and though he hadn’t introduced you to said person yet, you did know that his name was yuuji.

“yuuji’s brother. i haven’t met him yet but he’s been complaining about his brother for weeks now,” megumi explained, scratching the back of his head sheepishly. “choso’s an escort, right? it has to be yuuji’s brother. i’ve stayed over at yuuji’s place a couple of times… yuuji was venting, asking me about advice on how to get his brother out of a rut. apparently, choso’s been affected by this uh… somewhat breakup as well. yuuji’s suggested to him that he should reach out to you to talk but he said something about his work and your parents...”

“huh. what an interesting coincidence…” nobara mumbled but narrowed her eyes at you. “but you’re not going back to him, right?”

all the blood in your body froze. why had choso brought up your parents? they had never been a part of your relationship, you had only told him how overprotective they were and how they liked choosing your partners and friends for you. could it be?

“no, i don’t think so. i’m… very conflicted about our feelings to each other. it was stupid to give into my feelings for him in the first place. i hired someone to act as my fake boyfriend, someone who does this for a living. i think they know better than to catch feelings for their clients,” you sighed frustrated, shaking your head. there was no way in hell this situation could ever turn back around, even if you now knew that choso had also been affected. and still, he never reached out to me, you thought bitterly.

“i think you should talk it out though, if he does reach out to you,” megumi chimed in, awkwardly patting your shoulder in an attempt to comfort you. “from what yuuji’s told me, it does seem like his feelings are genuine. he didn’t outright push you away, right? who knows what could happen?”

in the end, you couldn’t help but confess to your parents. secrets were bound to be revealed one way or another and you figured it was better you opened up before they found out from someone else. the uncomfortable silence that spread through your apartment created a gloomy atmosphere; the tension was thick and palpable, making you shuffle in your seat in unease. your father hadn’t uttered any word while your mother had completely lost it, not understanding why you hadn’t instead chosen one of the boys she’d always introduced you to.

“all this time you were seeing this boy? and not once did you let us know. i could have asked my friend if they knew someone, their sons are so nice-”

“mum, i already told you i wanted to find someone on my own without having my options being presented to me on a silver plate. and you’re always so disappointed when i end up rejecting them after going through all of the hassle,” you interrupted her, giving her a defiant look. it wasn’t often that you opposed your parents like this but you felt like it was needed - your mother didn’t understand you, nor did she try. you were an adult, for fuck’s sake. you were very much capable of making your own decisions and mistakes to learn from.

“and yet you went to hire an escort! why didn’t you go and meet some of your classmates? i don’t understand why you went such lengths and then even ended up falling in love with them! how would you even pursue a relationship with them?” your mother seethed at you, knuckles blanching from how hard she was gripping her handbag. your father placed a hand on hers, whispering some soothing words in her ear.

“darling, i think y/n knows well that she’s made a mistake and is hurting from it. we don’t need to add to the stress, do we?” he assured her, then looking at you. “y/n, you know that i’m disappointed in you as well. but i don’t blame you for it, i think it’s partly my fault that you felt the need to hire an escort just to… gain some experience. i did take away all your possibilities of a relationship after all…”

“don’t encourage her! this problem won’t just be solved by you spoiling her again, do you know what kind of consequences it could h-”

a loud knock interrupted your mother’s rambling. you were confused - you didn’t expect anyone else for today. it was too late for someone to bring packages. who could it be? you excused yourself, padding towards the door to see who it was. you swore that you briefly suffered from a heart attack when the door swung open to reveal choso. he stared at you equally as stunned, seemingly not having expected you to open and greet him. “w- what are you doing here?” you asked, hating how shaky your voice sounded. how your heart soared, having missed his presence around you. the feelings had never been properly buried, only hidden by a thin layer of pretense that was now quickly being washed away.

“i’m sorry for just turning up unannounced… i was hoping- hoping to be able to talk to you for a bit? i wanted to explain myself,” choso replied, unaware of the two persons in your apartment that were straining their necks to be able to get a look at him.

you groaned. why now? the timing was just too comical, fate must really hate you. “i’m sorry, my parents are here right now. maybe, another t-”

“aha, so this is the boy my daughter has been sleeping with,” your mother appeared behind you, snarling at choso maliciously. panicking, your father had followed her quickly, holding her back by her arm. “you have some nerve appearing here as if nothing happened, what is it that you-”

“darling.” your father cleared his voice, shooting daggers at her. “there’s no need to be rude.”

swiftly, he introduced himself and your mother to choso, politely shaking his hand. choso remained calm, as usual, and introduced himself as well. if he was shocked by the entire ordeal, he sure didn’t show it. his face remained a perfect poker face, no emotions seeping through. “i wanted to talk to your daughter, ma’am. i assume she’s told you about our relationship and how we broke apart. there is no ulterior motive here, i just wanted to explain myself and talk it out.”

“that’s-!”

your father interrupted your mother again, not giving her another opportunity to spit venom at choso. “i think that is a good idea. though she has not opened up about everything, i can tell that she is hurting as much as you are. i believe a discussion would be very productive. but what is your intention? what are you going to do once you’ve explained yourself?”

suddenly, you felt like you were forgotten or invisible in the entire discussion. were they ignoring you? you were standing right there and yet no one was addressing you. you huffed, trying to pull their focus back on you. “nothing’s gonna happen, dad. there was nothing for us to work with and there won’t be.”

choso felt like he’d been slapped. he didn’t know what to make of your reaction but he came here for one reason only: to give you the closure that you deserved and he wasn’t going to leave until he accomplished just that. “i intend to apologize to her. judging from your wife’s reaction, you don’t seem to like me very much. i can’t imagine you would ever accept me, i know i don’t live up to your standards. i don’t deserve your daughter, she deserves so much more than what i can offer. and i’m aware of it. but if she’s willing to have me, i’ll try my very best to live up to your standards, to prove myself to you. i just want to be with her and make her happy. i’m in love with her and that’s what i intended to tell her.”

your heart stopped at his confession. all this time, choso loved you? megumi had been right all along. choso returned your feelings and he was here, so close and yet so far. dread filled you as you realized your parents could possibly drive him away, make him disappear from your life with just a snap of their fingers. you cherished choso more than you were aware of, the adoration running deep in your veins even when you were trying to reject him.

“i see. that’s reason enough for me. we’ve already let her have a piece of our mind, i don’t think she needs more telling off. my little girl has grown so much and it’s time to let her make her own decisions, growing and mistakes,” your father shot your mother a look. she’d calmed down, choso’s explanation seemingly having brought her back to her senses. she looked away, not wanting to look him in the eyes. “we’ll let you deal with this. but know that if she does take you back, i won’t go easy on you, alright? the bars are high and i don’t intend to lower them just because you love her. prove to me, that you’re worthy of her.”

“i will,” choso sounded so sure and confident that it made your father grin - you sure had found someone who took great care of you and wasn’t afraid to stand tall in front of your father. and that he liked, someone who wasn’t scared to back down from a challenge, someone who would be the perfect partner for you. as your parents said goodbye and left, he gave choso a pat on the shoulder before exiting the apartment, leaving the two of you to your own devices.

you didn’t know what to say, how to start. standing in the hallway was awkward but you couldn’t move just yet, instead wanting to hear what he had to say first. “you love me?” you croaked, your voice failing you. now that your parents were gone, you could freely show your emotions, not being able to hold the tears back any longer. choso panicked, fussing over you as you started to cry. furiously, you wiped the tears away with the sleeves of your sweater.

“i do. i uhm wish i had found a better way to tell you this. i figured that you probably thought that everything we did was simply a facade but i promise you that it was all real. i don’t know when exactly but i started falling for you along the way and it was hard… to remind myself that you were a client and i was just there to provide the service to you, you know? i had no right to get mad at you if you decided to go and see other people. and i wasn’t sure of your feelings for me, it was…” choso trailed off, struggling to find the right word but you knew what he meant and nodded, signaling him to continue. “i just didn’t want to tie you to me when you… when you might not like me back or even want to be with an escort.”

you sniffled quietly, wrapping your arms around him immediately, with such a speed that it almost knocked the air out of his lungs. confused, choso wrapped his arms around you, tucking your head under his chin and rubbing your back soothingly. he was relieved that you didn’t push him away at least and let him explain everything in one go. he felt more at ease now and was at peace with the decision to immediately leave and never butt in your life again in case you rejected him.

“all this time, i also loved you,” you mumbled, an upset frown on your face. “i- i just kept thinking that you’d never return my feelings and that you were just playing boyfriend because i hired you to do so and-”

you hiccuped, another sob tearing from your throat.

“when you told me not to go on that date and immediately followed it with you only being my escort and nothing more, it hurt me so much and i know it was stupid and childish of me to react in such a way but… i was just spiraling, i love you so much and didn’t know where to place the anxieties and negative feelings.”

choso shushed you quietly when your sobs grew more frequent and you let him pick you up, clinging onto him as he walked over to the couch and sat on it with you on his lap. “shh, you’re okay, we’re okay,” he mumbled against the crown of your head, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “i’m sorry i hurt you so much, i was not aware that you already liked me back then and that my words would have such an effect on you.”

over and over, choso apologized quietly until you calmed down, slumping against his chest. you stayed silent, trying to piece your thoughts and feelings back together so as to present him with a coherent and logical question. your mind was in shambles and you hoped that choso would at least get what you were hinting at. “so w- what do we do now? where do we- we go from here?”

“as i’ve already told your dad… if you’ll have me, i’ll make it up to you, all the hurt that i’ve caused you. i love you, so much. i want to be your boyfriend, and this time officially.”

“i like the sound of it,” you mumbled, tilting your head back to look at him. “will you be my boyfriend?”

“it would be an honour, princess.”

with a kiss, choso sealed the deal, easily catapulting you back on cloud nine. who would have thought that the escort you’d hired to be your fake boyfriend would turn out to be the prince charming you had always hoped for, surpassing even your wildest dreams and expectations. choso was everything you wanted and more - he was the person you wanted to wake up to every morning, the person you wanted to come home to. he was the person with whom you wanted to spend your life with, the person that loved you so unconditionally and never expected anything in return. you were lucky that he chose you, that he loved you back. out of all the persons in the universe, it was him.

he was perfect and he was yours.

p.s.: if you've made it until the end: thank you so much for reading!