#with some occasionally tender moments sprinkled in 😌

[fuckmeuselessdegen]

i am once again thinking about whitney and my pc daiki together 🧎‍♂️ this time, it is how i imagine their first kiss together.

just to be very clear at first, i know that canonically whitney will try to actively fuck/kiss your pc, and it’s very easy for him to do so. however, for the sake of pc character/lore building, i like to imagine that it went completely differently :)

it starts off on a sunday night, right after drinking with whitney at the pub. daiki had gone to the pub that night to sell off some stolen goodies to landry and couldn’t help but spot whitney across the way, sitting at a table with other delinquents and staring at him. daiki is actively trying to ignore this mf but whitney doesn’t relent on the staring, so he decides to approach him anyways because he knows whitney’s gonna get on his ass about this.

he approaches the table and basically cue the pub event with whitney where he tries to get the pc shitfaced and see who can handle their liquor better. they take shots and chug so many bottles of beer that by the time they’re out of the pub, the two of them can barely keep each other up.

so daiki and whitney are drunk as all hell. regardless, whitney walks daiki back home to the orphanage, tripping over both of their feet multiple times in the process. when they walk up to the front door, whitney slurs through his words.

“where’s my thank you for walking you home, huh? you’re lucky i didn’t leave you on the street to get jumped.”

daiki sort of stands there awkwardly, swaying on his feet and rubbing the back of his neck. he looks down at the ground, almost in a submissive way.

“thanks, i guess.” he mutters, his words also slurring and voice uncharacteristically soft. he doesn’t have his usual defiant bite to his words.

and at that, something sort of snaps in whitney’s brain. the two of them have had such intense sexual tension before all of this had happened. each time they fought, all the manhandling and skin on skin contact only fueled a strange sort of lust that was brewing inside of them. and so seeing daiki suddenly so passive was simply… cute. too cute.

whitney can’t help but grab daiki by the collar of his shirt and pull him into a rough kiss. their lips smashed together, daiki is caught completely off guard and is unsure of what to do. a part of him wants to push whitney away, but an even larger part of him is REALLY into it. he decides to kiss back, letting lust and desire fill his head.

they bite at each others lips and knead their tongues together, all while pawing at each through through their clothing. after a few minutes of just making out, daiki pulls away, heavy breathing and gazing into whitney’s eyes.

“… do you want to come into my room?” an obvious proposition for more of… whatever the hell they were doing. and with a grin, whitney obviously accepts.

the two of them make it towards daiki’s small, cramped room and spend the night together in his even smaller bed, making out and groping at each other like horny teenagers. there’s no penetrative sex just yet, only just the two of them jerking each other off and kissing each other sensually, but it’s enough. by the time they both cum, daiki is slumped back in the bed, exhausted out of his mind. he slips into an easy snooze while whitney decides to take this opportunity to slip out of the orphanage while he still can.

sure, maybe at least one of them (coughdaikicough) will regret it in the morning. he’ll wake up in the morning hungover and have a very foggy idea of what actually went on last night. by the time he actually remembers, he’s flushed red with anger and embarrassment, ready to confront whitney and start another fight.

thus the cycle repeats. they fight enough to the point where the air is basically dripping with sexual tension, and they release all that lust in some way 😌