aizawhore

“They won’t call any pros in until there’s been a casualty or a genuine concern of casualties being caused by these attacks,” you’re leaning against the coffee bar in the corner and watch your friend’s wild green eyes turn back to look at you in confusion. “Huh!? What makes you say that!?”

You’ve been following this case closely since the first attack was recorded in Hosu, not far from where you lived.

As big and scary as these attacks sounded- you know this Cryptique person isn’t the threat everyone thinks they are.

“They’re saying all of the victims are going back to normal within two days max, even without treatment. It’s probably some form of prankster that’s taking it way too far, and law enforcement is too embarrassed to admit they can’t handle it on their own right now to ask for backup. But I bet they’re hoping one of us just magically runs into this ‘Cryptique’ person somewhere on the streets and handles the dirty work of catching them instead. Which I find highly unlikely that any of us would magically run into whoever it is, but still-”

“So you think that law enforcement is just too egotistic to ask for help from any of us?” You hear the bitter voice first and fight to not cringe when your eyes naturally glide over to the source. He’s leaning in the doorframe, looking as miserable as ever with a thick stack of papers hanging in one of his large hands. “I don’t think it, I know it. If that wasn’t the case, they would’ve asked us first thing.” You double down on your point as bloodshot eyes bore into your equally tired expression.

He strides casually into the lounge towards where you’re standing and holds out the set of paperwork towards you. “Think again, Ms. Know it All. This was just sent over this afternoon. Assigned and approved by Nezu.”

You clench your jaw to keep it from falling at his impertinence, taking the papers from him and reading the bold lettered assignment from Shizuoka law enforcement.

“You’re not the only one watching this specific case,” you’re reminded by that deep voice that constantly strikes a nerve somewhere deeper that you refuse to acknowledge. “They haven’t been able to clearly identify the type of quirk being used. Without that kind of clearance, they won’t just blindly send us all out after an already unknown target.” He’s got such a dry tone it’s hard for you to tell when he’s genuinely trying to belittle you, mock and correct you, or just simply talk to you.

Your eyes are briefly scanning the papers in hand, and you feel your stomach knot with nerves when you see this specific job is tasked to only yourself and Aizawa.

The knot only grows tighter as you read the specifications and duration of the assignment- you have to go undercover and fucking impersonate a real couple!?

What the actual fuck is wrong with the universe?

“We start tomorrow, first thing. I’ll send you a time to meet at later tonight.”

Your eyes narrow at the back of his head as he’s already walking out of the lounge. You’re glaring at his long black locks, frizzy from sleeping all damn day in that stupid sleeping bag he carries around- you hate how good he looks with messy hair.

“What’s the mission!? I wanna know!” Yamada is hopping up and already heading towards you to snatch the papers out of your hands and you quickly tuck them under your arm. “Classified, Yamada.” You’re short due to the fact you’re still processing what the fuck is being asked of you, and sigh dramatically while you pinch the bridge of your nose.

You know if the blonde got ahold of these papers and saw what was being asked of the two of you, you’d never ever hear the end of it.

A headache is already starting to come on.

You need a drink.

“So, lemme get this straight. You get a paid week off of work just to spend the week going on pretend dates with Shota!?” Nemuri, your best friend, is tickled pink as you down the rest of your second cocktail. There’s no amount of alcohol to prepare you for the week ahead of you. You can already taste your resignation letter that you’ll be forced to submit when you unintentionally kill your coworker. The two of you are always coming at one another, finding ways to correct the other or professionally stomp on each other’s toes. It’s always been like this- even since university.

You still have your moments, though. Some mornings one of you is nice enough to bring the other a coffee from the lounge when the campus is on the quiet side. You have more similarities than not- almost to an overbearing level. You live right nextdoor to one another in your apartment building, you both drink your coffee the same, have similar tastes in foods, both love cats more than people, get annoyed at similar things-, both extremely exhausted all the time.

You’d think he’s obsessed with you if it wasn’t for how fucking dry he was with you. Always picking at the littlest things about you and your work. So you always double it and reverse it where you can.

“Don’t start, please.” You groan into your hands as the two of you sit at the bar right down the street from your apartment complex. You can’t fathom why anyone would think it would be a good idea to force the two of you to play nice in this context. Even if you did find the way he always looked brooding and homeless kinda hot. It doesn’t matter. He doesn’t matter. His sharp jawline covered by that full, dark scruff you always wondered how would feel scratching against your most sensitive skin doesn’t matter-

“Oh, c’monnn. You can’t tell me you don’t even feel the least bit excited~” your best friend is leaning against your side and you look at her. Her cheeks are flushed a deep pink from the sake and you roll your eyes when she makes a kissy face at you. “I can’t be excited to play house with a man that would probably rather lose a limb than actually acknowledge me or my work. His head is so far up his own ass, m’good.” You shake your head and order yourself one last drink to cap the night before starting your week of hell.

“Don’t be like that. You really think that? I know you guys like to go at it like cats and dogs when it comes to work, but think about outside of work. You both have too much in common, ever think maybe he does all that picking because he likes you?”

That suggestion almost makes you spit out the first sip of your last drink. Your cheeks burn from the accusation, and you immediately go to shake your head. “Absolutely not. We’ve known each other for over a decade, he’s just a- uh, colleague. I’d barely even call him a friend.” You scoff, not wanting to dive deeper on that subject.

Your phone buzzes in your pocket then, pulling you from the moment with your best friend as you glance at the screen in your hands.

Shota: 10 a.m, meet me in the parking garage. i’ll drive us in the morning.

Shota: don’t be late.

You huff and reach for your drink again when you feel Nemuri leaning over your shoulder to be nosy and read your convo. “Oh? He’s offering to drive? He’s never offered to drive me anywhere, n’ i’m one of his best friends! See what I mean!?” She’s trying so hard to prove her point and you tune her out while you type a response.

“M’jus saying. What if you guys decide this week maybe something real could actually work? You have a cute dynamic already- you fight like you’ve been married for a billion years. I wonder if the sex between you would be just as aggressive, maybe you guys should-” “NEMURI.” You cut her off before she can finish her suggestion- completely mortified.

It’s not like you haven’t already imagined it. Shit, your perverted little brain has imagined it more times than you’d ever admit to in your life. There’s always been a lingering tension between the two of you, and he made you the kind of angry that had your adrenaline pounding in your ears- leaving you burning with a need to rid him of that stupid lazy smirk he loves to wear when he gets an upper hand in the argument. And you’d prefer to get rid of it by simply sitting on it.

But you’ll never admit it, even on your death bed. Because that’s not something that would ever happen between the two of you.

Shota’s back at his apartment, exhausted limbs stretched out in his bed with a heavy arm tucked under his head. He’s doing his own self soothing with the bottle of whiskey on his nightstand. He can’t help reminiscing on how you reacted when you read the assignment he’d handed you.

You always had such a unique way of pressing his buttons like nobody else, carrying yourself in ways that always challenged him and made him want to challenge right back. You’ve got a real knack for being a brat, always stubbornly talking back and attempting to take control even where you were in way over your head. Since school, you’ve been like that. Like you needed to constantly prove yourself to everybody and nobody all at the same time.

He’s always found it undeniably sexy, and equally irritating.

Like on missions back in the day, you’d always be the first to jump into action without assessing the situations ahead of you. He admired your sense of urgency, your fierceness, but acknowledged they were also a downfall for you. He’s saved you from major injuries countless times over the years, always making it a point to call you out for your mistakes after the fact so that you could grow and learn from them. Of course, you never understood where he’d be coming from and took things too personally. That’s where your bickering blossomed into a constant dynamic of your relationship.

He tried playing nice when he’d realize he’s too harsh, bringing you coffee in the mornings before anybody else got to campus. You’d have plenty of quiet, soft moments in between all the fighting. Moments that made him question his own feelings, where his intentions blurred behind a lens he’s never let himself look through.

You were beautiful, there’s no denying that. He’s always found you attractive, not that he’d ever admit it before. But, there’s definitely a solid line between the two of you that neither of you acknowledge, but both steer clear of. This week is going to challenge it, he already knows. He’s equally dreading it and looking forward to it.

He takes a long swig of the warm liquor, letting it soothe the last of his nerves when his phone pings with your response. It might be nice to see you in this different lens, even if it’s just for show. Maybe this week the two of you could grow out of this routine of picking each other apart and finally come to an understanding of one another.

He looks down at his phone, and sighs deeply at your smartass response:

don’t be early and i won’t be late. try not to make this a miserable week.

Maybe not.

You’re all but running down to the garage this morning when you got carried away with picking out your outfit and realized it was already ten on the dot. You’ve never thrown clothes on and left your apartment faster in your life.

He’s gonna talk all kinds of shit and you already know it.

Honestly though, if the two of you are supposed to be fake dating, he’s gonna have to deal with slight tardiness. Call it fashionably late. Which you do look pretty fashionable, actually. Swapping out your typical taste in fashion for the incognito vibe was always your favorite part about taking assignments like this. You picked out a light grey halter top that hugged your bust just right, pairing it with a black maxi skirt that had flirtatious slits up the front and some basic sandals.

You needed to look like you were going on a date- and you sure did.

Shota’s leaning against his black sedan when he hears the doors to the elevator slide open, and bites his tongue when he sees you come out looking…… better than expected.

You look out of breath, like you definitely ran to make it on time, and he’s too busy checking you out to really say anything at all about it. You stride up to him, smooth legs peeking out of the slits in your skirt with every step and he drinks every ounce of the sight of you in. You’re too busy trying to not look so flustered, clutching your bag when your eyes drift over his striking appearance.

You’d always loved the way his hair looked in those messy waves covering his chiseled face, but the way he currently has it in a half bun? With his face completely clear and, my god, did he clean his scruff up!? You shouldn’t be looking at him like this- but you can’t help it.

You have never seen Shota Aizawa actually put effort into his appearance, like, ever. You can’t even fight the way your eyes widen and then narrow on every little detail, dedicating it to somewhere deep in your memory. He cocks a sharp brow, shoving his hands into the pockets of his black slacks. Your eyes note the silver belt buckle that shines in the dim lighting of the parking garage.

“What’s with that look?” He’s pushing already, and you notice the way his own gaze is tracking your own appearance. You fold your arms across your chest and pretend to ignore the way his eyes jump to your cleavage- “What look? Have you never been on a date before or something? I’m making sure our outfits match enough.” You’re really smooth when it comes to making up excuses for your own behavior, and it makes his jaw tic with minor annoyance.

To be fair, neither of you ever expected each other to look so good. Shota especially, never letting his mind wander beyond surface level attraction except for those rare nights- when he can’t help but wonder if your moans sound even better up close than muffled through the walls of your apartment when you’re pleasuring yourself at 2 a.m. to help yourself sleep. The same nights he’s fisting his leaky cock to the thought of you on top of him, riding his length and making those same little cries that haunt him in the quietest corners of his mind.

He shakes those thoughts away and realizes what you just said- slyly dissing him by asking if he’d ever been on a date before. He exhales deeply, “of course i’ve been on dates before. I also know you typically don’t start a date off by arguing, so-, let’s not do this so early. Get in. Let’s go.”

You’re huffing to yourself when you step to get in the car, immediately regretting every life decision when the passenger door closes and the tension hits you instantly. The confined space feels suffocating, and Shota keeps his eyes set on the road as he drives out of the parking garage and out onto the main road. You steal glances at him while he drives, specifically the prominent veins that run across his broad hand that’s resting on the gear shift.

You’ve never really looked at his hands before, nor his arms since the hero costume he practically lived in kept most of his body concealed under loose, dark fabric. A complete 180 from the snug, tan colored t-shirt that clung to his built frame he’s dressed in right now. You never realized just how beefy he truly is before this moment- and suddenly you’re crossing one of your legs over the other in the car to find comfort in the spacious seat.

That piques the raven’s interest- eyes glancing at the smooth skin of your bare thigh, exposed by the slit and he’s feeling that irritating throb of heat burn in the pit of his stomach.

The two of you start discussing the details of your fake relationship while he drives. It’s surprisingly easier than you expected it to be, he let you take the lead on most decisions and you definitely had fun with it. You discuss ground rules, what the two of you were comfortable with- which knowing each other for as long as you have there wasn’t anything off limits so long as the situation called for it. You’re about to make a joke, teasing him for using this as an excuse to freely perv on you when you’re rudely reminded of your recent conversation with Nemuri.

“I wonder if the sex between you would be just as aggressive,”

Your joke dies immediately in your throat before you can ever even get it out. You’re convinced you’re not going to make it through the week. Hopefully you’ll end up scouting this villain out early and have him put you out of your misery. You’d rather be sick as a dog than deal with this tension you’re feeling deep in your bones.

The first day goes by and you’re surprised to say it was much better than expected. Shota took you to the cat café, where of course the two of you fought over feline attention- but there was something oddly fun about it. The two of you strolled around downtown, at times with your fingers entwined to keep the appearance and you hate the way it made your stomach flutter. He took you to a soba bar after, and you found yourself genuinely feeling nervous when his onyx eyes found yours in conversation.

Shota would absolutely be lying if he said he wasn’t feeling his temperature rise whenever you’d genuinely laugh at something he did or said. The sound of your voice in such an intimate setting like this was doing something dangerous to him, but he can’t find it in him to push it away when you look so pretty smiling like that.

He didn’t find himself to be a funny person, he’s normally so dry, and still is- but somehow you’re finding him to be hilarious when the two of you talk, huddled together in the corner of the little hole in the wall restaurant. You feel a weird buzz in your chest when he’s looking over at you with a foreign, soft gleam in his still-tired eyes.

It’s hard to remember you’re on a job right now when something about this is feeling more natural than not.

“Excuse me,” an older woman is approaching the two of you now, and your guard immediately shoots up on instinct when the two of you look over at her. You still don’t have a physical description of Cryptique- so it really could be anybody.

“I couldn’t help but notice the two of you- and, well, I apologize for being nosy but I just have never seen a more perfect couple in here.” Her face crinkles up in appreciation and you feel your heart lurch in your throat over her words. You feel embarrassed for assuming the worst and Shota’s moving on queue, dropping a heavy hand to caress right above your knee in a minor act of PDA- why is your stomach fluttering with butterflies? Calm it down.

“Thank you,” Shota’s voice is soft, but warm enough to feel genuine and you play along, leaning over to nuzzle your head against his shoulder. “Thank you so much!” You grin brightly and she nods. “I’m the owner of this shop, and with business being so slow lately, i’m so relieved to know that younger love is still blossoming in here. I’ll leave you two to it, please enjoy,” she hums before bowing and stepping away.

You feel warmer than usual, but not from an unknown quirk- you know exactly what this feeling is.

“Hm, if only they knew,” Shota’s voice is murmuring against your ear, you’re still leaned against him and not entirely ready to move just yet. Your brows furrow, tilting your head back to look up at him and Shota swears he just might have to be the one to resign after this. Your soft face is so close to his and his eyes scan over your waiting expression.

“Knew what?” Your voice is barely above a whisper and he almost shivers from the feeling of your breath against his neck. He hesitates just slightly then, taking in all of your features. Your long lashes were batting up at him in what felt like slow motion, and he starts feeling a greater, genuine danger right here in the restaurant in the form of your smile.

Has he always wanted to kiss you this bad?

You’re unintentionally holding your breath when he leans his face just slightly closer to yours. You think he might kiss you right here- and that fear alone has your heart pounding like it might give out. Your eyes hold his half lidded gaze before just barely dropping to the curve of his lips that you’re just now noticing are quite soft looking.

“If only they knew how bad we want to strangle each other ninety nine percent of the time. You’re playing this better than I expected, i’m impressed.”

Your ears must be deceiving you.

Did Shota Aizawa just finally fucking compliment you!?

“Is that so?” You can feel that old lady glancing over the two of you and add to the act, bringing one of your hands to slide over top of his own that’s still holding onto your thigh and lean in closer to instill that same fear of you kissing him. You watch his eyes flit to your lips as you just did him, and it makes a grin pull at the corners of your lips before you talk.

“I’m glad you finally acknowledge that i’m good at what I do. And for the record, you’re playing this better than I expected as well. If I didn’t already know how insufferable you were, I could almost think that you actually like me,” your fingertips trace little shapes against the top of his hand and wrist. You do inevitably lean in and press your lips against him, but opt for his cheek instead and his eyes slightly widen at the blossoming heat from your lips against his face.

Your lips are insanely soft.

“This has been a great first date though. A for effort, Shota.” You’re giggling at his reaction to your peck as you pull away- letting him stew with his own thoughts. Maybe this week won’t be so bad after all, so long as you manage that never ending tension you haven’t been able to shake so far.

Making it back home that night, the two of you silently ponder the weird buzzing happening in the backs of your brains while heading to your respective apartments. You wave goodnight and agree on a time to meet and style of outfits to wear- and it’s just that. Nemuri wants a debrief as she’s been blowing up your phone all day but you ignore her, too locked in on your own confusing thoughts.

You actually liked today with Shota, and beyond surface level enjoyment. You can’t speak for him, but you honestly didn’t have to really try at all today. Everything felt so natural to you when it came to being with him. And the stark contrast in how much of a gentleman he can be under the pretension of fake dating was enough to make you wonder.

What would he be like if it were real?

Would he treat you the same? Or even better? Is he holding himself back because he knows this is nothing more than a job?

You tuck yourself into bed that night full of questions, none of which you figure will ever get answered. But you’re hopeful the remainder of the week will glide by smoothly.

The week is almost over and you’re genuinely disappointed about it. Not only have there been no traces of Cyptique- but you’re ashamed to admit you’ve grown quite fond of this fake relationship the two of you have cultivated. You’ve grown accustomed to the feeling of his touch at an alarming rate and you’re not ready to give it up after tomorrow.

The dates have been nothing short of magical, truly- you have to give it up to Shota. It’s been unreal. And he’s frighteningly good at pretending to be your boyfriend, using your history of knowing each other to his advantage and he’s adamant on keeping the act 1000% authentic. He’s planned everything and treated you to it all, and if this wasn’t assigned as a job you probably would have fallen in love with him by now.

Maybe you already are.

You’re both at the mall now, he’s leading the way while you cling to his forearm like a koala bear. You’re fighting off a heavy weight of exhaustion today, and all you want is to fill yourself with caffeine until you feel slightly normal.

“Shota, wait! I wanted to stop for a coffee!” You whine out and he exhales annoyingly, stopping in his tracks to turn and look down at you. “You just had coffee not even two hours ago. Why can’t you wait a little longer until we have lunch?” He’s beginning to chastise you and you frown dramatically at him. “Good boyfriends don’t question their girlfriends when they want something,” you cross your arms and dramatically stomp away from him in retaliation, heading towards the coffee cart you had just passed up.

You were exhausted from last night, finding yourself so frustrated with all these heavy feelings that you spent hours taking it out on your neglected cunt. The both of you had a long night it seemed, of course you had no clue that your incessant moaning and wailing kept your neighbor from sleeping, he had no choice but to stroke himself through his own frustrations because of you. You both felt groggy and irritable today, very quickly pressing each other’s buttons in very dangerous combinations.

“That’s not how that works,” he’s grabbing your wrist with one hand and hip with the other- pulling you close enough to make you gasp. He’s got you pressed against his body, and you feel that he’s already tense. God, what you’d give to lose the barrier of his clothes and feel him for real- it seems like only a prayer would grant you that sort of miracle.

“Yes it is,” your pout only grows, even though he’s beyond irritated himself he can’t fight the urge to kiss that pretty pout away. This is getting sticky, and he can’t afford to fuck not only this job up, but your personal relationship is still important to him. Even if you guys typically drive each other crazy, he won’t risk ruining it over his own selfishness.

“Listen to me,” his grip is firm on you and he’s bringing a hand to the back of your head to pull you in for a hug. To anybody else, you guys look like a lovesick couple that can’t get your hands off one another- meanwhile you’re agitated with him and he’s trying to offer alternative solutions for a single cup of coffee.

“We’re still shopping for a little longer before we go to lunch. I’ll get you whatever coffee you want if you just wait it out for a little longer. It’s peak hours and this is prime time to hopefully catch this guy. Can you please just wait?”

He’s bargaining in your ear to just wait it out, it’s funny how the way his lips are so close to your ear you’ve suddenly forgotten all about the coffee. This feeling puts you in a daze, and you dig your face further into his hard chest to run away from these terrible feelings that overwhelm you.

“Fine.”

He must not be hearing well. Did you just agree that easily? You never do that, not even when you know you’re in the wrong.

The mall is flowing with people and their abundance of shopping bags. You’re both standing right outside of a major department store. Shota moves to pull you out of the line of traffic into the entrance of the store and looks around to make sure you’re out of the way before pulling back to look at you. You look so flustered for some reason, face bright red and you’re trying to play it cool but he sees right through you. You’ve always chewed on the inside of your cheek when you’re overwhelmed or nervous- he’s known this about you for years.

“What’s wrong with you today? We’ve been good all week, did something happen?” Of course he’s worried about you, and that somehow makes it worse for you. You can’t be under a spotlight right now with him, you won’t jeopardize this job and give Shota another reason to go back to hating you after this. Not when you know how soft his hands feel when they hold your hand when you walk together, or caress your back when you sit together and talk about your memories together.

You shake your head and pull away from him, glancing around the department store to try and ground yourself before you let your emotions get in the way of what the objective is. He watches you closely, still keeping a heavy hand on your shoulder. There’s a sudden sense of unease washing over you while you glance around, and your intuition starts to kick in.

Somebody’s watching the both of you, you can feel their gaze rake up and down your body in a way that makes you nauseous. Something’s wrong, but you can’t pinpoint where this sense of dread is coming from.

Then you see it.

An employee, maybe about 15-20 feet away from where you and Shota are seemingly having a couple’s dispute. He’s a younger, seemingly well put together guy that looks to be maybe in his early 20’s. Something about the way he’s watching you is what’s setting you off, like he’s completely locked onto the two of you as opposed to his work, and not in the typical nosy way. Your brain whirrs into action and suddenly you’re throwing yourself back into Shota’s bulky frame and activating your quirk.

You have extremely heightened awareness and physical abilities with your quirk, an awareness that’s intelligent enough to even sense a person’s intentions within a certain radius, but your eyes will always give it away when you’re using it by glowing an iridescent hue. You press your forehead against Shota’s sturdy chest, concealing your eyes and reaching to clasp his hands in yours.

“I’m sorry, Sho,” you hum louder than the level you’ve been talking at, and he looks down at the top of your head with so much confusion. What the fuck is going on with you today? Are you this delirious from a lack of sleep?

Meanwhile you’re feeling Shota’s pure confusion and the aura of this kid staring you down and it’s checking every single box you were looking for. Something bad is about to happen, you can feel his urge for disruption growing- an uncontrollable wave of excitement towards committing a crime against yet another “unsuspecting” couple that he’s found an interest in.

“I shouldn’t be so inconsiderate, I know you worked a lot of overtime to be able to take me shopping for my birthday,” you’re looking up at him now while spewing some script, leaning further against him and he’s finally noticing that glint in your eyes, the way they’re glowing. You’re using your quirk, and that determined look is telling him everything he needs to know now.

You’ve caught sight of Cryptique.

You ever so slightly sway your bodies to the left, glancing over his shoulder and noticing a grin spreading across this kid’s pale face as he listens to your dialogue. Your hands slide up Shota’s toned arms that are now wrapped around the small of your waist, you have to fight the way your skin’s buzzing with nerves- this is it. He targets couples in public areas- the interviews you’d looked into described seeing a flash before the attacks, but they were too in shock from the initial blast to move at first- but you’ll anticipate the attack first.

“I love you,” you declare loud and proud, letting your eyes bore into Shota’s now attentive stare, but even he can’t ignore the way his heart leaps hearing those words leave your lips so sweetly, even if they’re fake. Your grip on his shoulders just barely tightens for a split second as you notice the kid behind Shota’s back slowly stalk around the counter he was standing behind and towards you.

He follows along- bringing one hand to cup your jaw and you fucking despise the way you falter and melt into his touch just the slightest bit. It’s so comfortable- but you have to keep yourself open and aware. “It’s alright, angel. I love you, even though you’re a pain in my ass.” He’s smirking- yet inside he’s shocked he was able to get those words out so easily. Was there more honesty beneath them than he realizes?

You notice the kid stalls a moment- and realize he’s waiting for you to truly be off guard, fuck what do you do? How the fuck do you get him to fall for the trap?

An idea hits you, and you flash Shota an apologetic smile before yanking him down by the collar of his shirt and urgently pressing your lips to his.

He’s shocked at first, completely unable to process anything past how soft you feel and how good you taste against him. It feels so right- he almost forgets what the fuck the two of you are even doing until you pull back and suddenly a blast hits the both of you from behind him.

You’re both anticipating it, you moreso than him, and fight through the sudden burning sensation that’s flooding your lungs and throat to lunge up and towards the kid that’s now running away. You can hear panicked screams surrounding you and Shota’s shortly behind you, but the purple mist that’s flooding the department store is too thick to see through. You’re coughing through it- wheezing as your feet haul you in the direction he’s running away in and you activate your quirk to lock in on his location.

You see him perfectly through the mist, even through your eyes are on fucking fire.

Shota’s stunned behind you, feeling discombobulated from the fog burning his eyes and he can just barely make out your figure sprinting after who he assumes is Cryptique and disappearing in the fog ahead. He’s beyond confident in your ability to catch up and stop him at least until he can catch up, something in his brain just can’t move past what the fuck just happened before the attack while he moves to follow you.

Why is his mind still reeling from the way you kissed him?

You’re out of the fog now and see the blonde tuft of hair belonging to the culprit take a hard left towards an emergency exit. You huff a nauseating breath before using your quirk to amplify and project yourself in a leap towards him. By the grace of whoever’s up there watching over you- you luckily tackle him to the ground and lock your limbs around him as your bodies roll towards the exit door.

“Fucking got you!” You’re huffing, completely out of breath and your poor lungs are desperately trying to cool themselves down from the burning mist. You pin the kid below you, adrenaline on high when you twist his arms behind his back and force more of your weight on him to keep him from moving.

“T-Tell me what you’ve been using,” you pant, Shota still hasn’t caught up yet and you’re growing concerned by his timing. Did it get in his eyes? The boy starts to laugh, “nothing that’ll kill you- that’s for sure.” He’s sneering back at you and you dig your knee into the base of his spine to add pressure. “Spill it, or i’ll break your f-fucking spine-”

Why are you SO out of breath?

He cries out in pain, wriggling against your weight to try and fight you off but with your quirk activated you won’t budge. “Fine! Fine! Please, it hurts!” He begs and you still don’t let up. You need Shota here for his capture weapon, you already feel like you might faint.

“I’ve been hitting couples with an aphrodisiac, this was my largest dose i’m experimenting with. You won’t just drop and die, but you and your boyfriend might end up killing each other after this.”

Your body freezes up and everything goes blank upon hearing those words.

You and Shota were both just hit with an aphrodisiac- apparently a crazy strong one based on how hard he’s starting to cackle below you. Your shock delays you just slightly, and Cryptique manages to jab one of his elbows backwards into your ribs hard enough to make you wheeze with pain. It’s enough to give him room to flip you over, and he’s suddenly spewing more of that purple mist directly over your face, before it suddenly vanishes.

You’d sigh in relief if you could breathe- you’re purposely holding your breath to keep any more from hitting your system, but you’re sure it’s probably pointless.

The next thing you know, the kid is being yanked off of you and wrapped up in Shota’s white capture weapon. You roll onto your hands and knees and start coughing hard enough to taste blood, your throat’s completely burnt from the fog. You look over to see Shota also panting above Cryptique, his eyes glowing crimson as he glares down at the kid.

You don’t think you’ve seen anything hotter in your life.

Oh no.

“You okay!?” Shota calls out to you when he hears your coughing cease- and you wipe your teary eyes to respond as security comes rushing in with handcuffs. Your heart is already starting to pound, and you feel your palms tremble with fear from the knowledge of what the fuck is starting to happen to you. By the time law enforcement steps in and takes over, your core is completely trembling and you feel fucking sick. Shota’s looking unwell too, his own eyes are wide and more bloodshot than normal. You’re scared to look at him, he still doesn’t know since Cryptique stopped talking after he admitted to you what he’d done.

It’s all over and done with within the hour, the aphrodisiac is settling in at an alarming rate and you’re now quickly striding back to Shota’s car alongside him. He notices how panicked you are and it concerns him. You both had a briefing on what to expect symptom wise- and while it definitely sucks worse feeling it than just hearing about it, he can’t make sense of why you’re so shook up.

You’re just more than ready to get home and sweat it out alone- maybe you’ll be able to sleep it off if you’re lucky.

“Can we talk about what happened back there?” His voice is mildly strained- he isn’t feeling the affects quite as bad as you just yet- but he also didn’t get a second dose of it. The gruff nature of his voice sends a sharp chill up your spine, you want to hear it closer against your ear. “What do you want to know? I just don’t feel like talking right now.” You try brushing it off as you’re getting in the car and he starts to drive, you’re so utterly petrified to tell him what happened.

How pissed is he gonna get at you for trapping Cryptique instead of just approaching and confronting? Your tactic typically is that route- but you thought for once maybe switching it to cater more towards luring with bait would be more efficient. At the end of the day, he’s caught and in custody- that should be enough.

But for some reason guilt is eating away at you.

“Do you not feel like talking because of the mystery gas? Or do you not feel like talking because you think i’m a bad kisser?” He’s trying to make light of things in his own way, and normally that would have actually made you laugh. But the reminder that you did in fact have his lips on yours makes something in your brain go haywire.

“Don’t mention that right now,” you’re burning up in the passenger seat, hands gripping at the fabric of your leggings to try and soothe yourself until you make it home. Shota feels like he struck a nerve, and can’t help but be Shota and push the envelope.

“Why? Do you? I’m kind of offended- I thought it was great,” why the fuck did he just say that!? His eyes widen in shock at his own admission. The heat licking up his spine is more noticeable- but he thought the fever wouldn’t make him so irrational so soon. Your eyes bulge out of your skull at the admission- and you’re faintly still tasting him on your lips. The faint memory of his scruff just barely tickling your face has your thighs clenching in the passenger seat.

“No, I-I don’t- ugh,” you can’t even put words together with how feverish you are. You need to get the fuck home and away from this man before you jump his bones in the car. You’re already soaked- uncomfortably so and your skin is burning from the inside out.

The drive home is short thank fuck, and you’re literally stumbling over yourself when you rush towards the elevator like you’re about to melt into the floor.

“Do we need to go to the hospital? You seem way more out of it than me, fuck- it’s hot in here.” Shota is starting to feel the burning need to rip his clothes off as he follows after you, completely confused on why you’re avoiding him like the plague. He catches up to you and when you both enter the rusty elevator, that unspoken carnal desire fills the air of the confined space.

“No, no hospital. Mmh- need to sweat it out.” You huff out as you keep to your corner, eyes locked on your feet below you. His brows raise, sweat it out? You sound like you know what’s going on- more than him.

Next thing you know he’s crowding your space, cornering you and you look up at him to push him back and…….oh.

He looks like a fucking wreck.

You didn’t think it was possible for him to be any hotter than he was. His hair is still pulled back, but strands of his bun were coming loose and falling in his flushed face. His cheeks were a deep red, pupils completely blown out but my god the look on his face has your core clenching around nothing- you’re throbbing all over with need.

His own chest is heaving above you as he leans down to get close to your face, trying to read you. “What do you know that I don’t?” His voice is so fucking low, almost a growl and you fucking whimper and drop your head to avoid his piercing gaze. You feel like you’re going to implode at any second, mortified with the sound you just made. A scalding hand reaches for your chin and forces your head back to meet his heavy eyes once more and you’re completely gone then- falling prisoner to his touch as he asks again.

Tears are stinging your lashes and you’re filled with nothing but embarrassment and pure heat- the two emotions fight for dominance and you feel your toes curl in your shoes with anticipation before the words escape you.

“H-He said it was an aphrodisiac! M’s-sorry!” you whine out as the tears finally burst and slide down your burning cheeks, unable to take your eyes off of him.

He’s in shock at first, completely frozen as he holds you in place. Then everything starts to click for him. The way you looked so shocked when he finally arrived to back you up, the way you avoided him during the quick briefing with law enforcement, you could barely talk to him in the car let alone look at him. You got so upset with the mention of your kiss. He’s been feeling out of breath, ungodly warm, and the way his cock has been aching for the entire drive home completely ties everything together.

He stares at your face, the way your pupils are also blown out beneath the layer of tears. He can feel you trembling in his hands, and he absolutely heard that whimper just now. He’s never found you more stunning, and the urge to finally act on his selfishness has never been stronger.

“So you knew what we were hit with this whole time? And didn’t want to say anything? You wanted to let me suffer through this alone?” He’s pressing you against the wall of the elevator and you squeak out in fear, feeling his grip on your face slip ever so slightly down to your throat and one of his knees pushes between your thighs. You’re so fucking close like this- sharing the same heated breaths, you immediately started freaking out. How could he think you’d want him to suffer!? It’s not like that at all!

“N-No! Nono, I-I didn’t! I didn’t want you to-”

His lips are stopping you from finishing your excuse. You moan unexpectedly against him as he slams his lips against yours, adding pressure to the grip on your throat to make you even more light headed than you already were. He’s panting against you already, kissing you deeper with his tongue slipping past your lips to assert dominance over your own. His scruff delectably scratches against you with a euphoric sensation while your hands are clawing at his biceps. So fucking good…

He feels even better against you than before, and you almost don’t want to blame the aphrodisiac while your hands reach for his wrist that’s against your throat. Your body crumples to his will, kissing him back while your hips brazenly start to grind against his hard thigh. He’s groaning at the feeling of you in his hands like this, flexing his thigh up against your burning core to give you more in the moment.

“I can’t believe you,” he’s huffing out between kisses, groaning when you bite down on his bottom lip and pull! The two of you completely forget where you are in the midst of your mutual heat until the elevator dings and he’s yanking you out with him.

Your feet are dragging against the carpeted floors of the hallway for only a few seconds before he decides to sling you over one of his shoulders instead, deeming it a quicker way to get you into his apartment.

“You’re going to take responsibility for your actions,” he’s barking out at you while unlocking his door and you’re flooding with anticipation before he’s dropping you back on your feet in the entrance of his apartment.

You’re so dizzy, hooked on the taste of him when you’re reaching to meet his lips halfway and drown in him once more. Your breaths can barely catch up to the pace you’re mouthing at one another at, tongues and teeth clashing as he’s still pushing you deeper into his apartment.

He only pulls back to rip his own shirt off and toss it, and you have to push him back to be able to tug your own up and over your head. There’s no time to be shy now- you’re both burning too hot- the only remedy is through each other.

You can’t say this is exactly what you had in mind when hoping for a successful week with Shota, but you know that Nemuri will be proud if she finds out about this and that’s enough to validate every decision you’re making as you sink your teeth into the soft skin of his neck. His groan shoots straight to your thrumming heat, urging you to suck on his sensitive skin as consolation before you feel the backs of your legs hit the edge of his mattress.

No time to think-

You activate your quirk to overpower his strength, spinning your bodies to push him down on the bed and straddle his thick lap instead. You feel that familiar jolt of resistance- opening your watery eyes to find his crimson ones glowing angrily at you. His hands are gripping your hips and tugging you down against the hardness that’s burning against the wet patch of your leggings. “Fuck, you’re soaked- you sure that’s from the gas?”

He’s grinning devilishly up at you and you moan at the feeling of him. He’s huge- way bigger than you expected and you grind your hips down against him to rub in just how turned on you are. “Y-Yeah, asshole. No fucking way you’d do this to me,” you lie straight through your teeth and his grin deepens at the challenge.

“Lying slut,” his hand cracks down on your ass from behind and you yelp at the sting. You push yourself to sit up straight and swallow when you take in the sight of him below you. His dark hair is completely disheveled now, falling across the bed in long waves while his half lidded eyes pierce yours from below. His lips are already starting to swell from all the kisses and bites, and you watch the way his bare chest rises and falls below you.

You bite your lip as you take in his bare torso, completely covered in muscle and a deep, dark patch of hair decorating the skin below his belly button and traveling down to disappear under the waistband of his pants. Your eyes drop to the outline of his erection straining against the fabric- holy fucking shit.

He’s taking you in all at the same time- eyes raking over the swell of your breasts as you hunch over with need, the black lace of your bra threatening to tear from how hard you’re panting on top of him. He’s always dreamed of having you like this but it’s nothing compared to the real thing. You’re so soft in his hands, so beautiful and you don’t even know it.

He needs to feel more of you, he needs to taste-

You’re being flipped onto your back hard enough to knock the wind from your lungs and then his lips follow to prevent you from reclaiming it at first. Kissing you deeply before pulling back and reaching for the waistband of your leggings. “I need to taste you, i’ve waited long enough.” He grits out, and you suddenly hear the sound of fabric riiipping! before he’s tugging the shredded fabric off of your legs to expose you.

Of all the days you chose to go commando….

“Hah,” he’s looking up at you with that shit eating grin while his hands grip your thighs and force them open. You’re so exposed but not cooling down at all from the cold air of his room. You’re still burning up, and he’s enamored by the sight of your bare cunt glistening with the evidence of your lust.

“No panties? You had to have known we’d be catching him today, you had to have known it was an aphrodisiac. That right? What else are you lying to me about?” He doesn’t let you answer, dropping his head to lick a fat stripe up from your entrance to your clit. You almost scream, throwing your head back against the comforter as he starts slurping up your essence like a man starved without an ounce of shame. He’s moaning at the sweet taste of you. The stimulation is all too much and still not enough at the same time- you’re writhing against his face for relief.

“N-Nawht, mmnnf, no-ot lyyyyinnnng~” you dumbly squeal out when he spits a fat glob of saliva against your clit, only to reach down and slurp it back up before repeating the lewd action. You’re dead. You must be dead. Maybe you died back in the mall after the second dose? You have to be in the afterlife somewhere from how heavenly his mouth feels.

Meanwhile he’s denying his own relief- undoubtedly still finding immense pleasure in drinking up your juices like it’ll be the last thing he ever tastes. Truth be told, he couldn’t be happier about this situation at hand, but you can’t know that of course. He has to keep the impression that he’s pissed at you, but fuck- he’s down absolutely bad for you. And honestly, he couldn’t see things going back to normal between you anyways after this week. You felt too good in his arms, against his lips, he wasn’t going to let you slip away from him that easily.

Now he has a perfect excuse to prove his devotion to you.

Two fingers are gliding in your pulsing entrance that clenches around his digits lovingly. Your eyes roll back into your skull when he starts twisting and pumping those long, thick fingers to drag against your velvety walls. His hips are starting to twitch against the mattress, longing for friction against his angry, leaky cock while he pulls your first orgasm of the night from you- curling his fingers juuust right against your extra tender g-spot.

Your thighs are squeezing the sides of his head when you cum, trembling so hard you think you might faint. He pushes you through it, replacing his fingers with his fat tongue to desperately drink up every last drop of your release. You’re breaking a sweat above him, clawing at the fabric of your bra to rip it off and the sight of your breasts breaking free of their lace confinement makes Shota’s hips rut even harder against the mattress.

Your nipples, already hard, ache with sensitivity and you’re shameless in how you grope yourself above him like he isn’t even there. He’s committing the sight into his memory, cramming his tongue deeper inside of you in retaliation- you’re unreal.

He’s had his fair share of experience with women in the past, but absolutely none of those experiences came remotely close to leaving him as feral as this one. Of course, the aphrodisiac is absolutely adding to it, but it’s also the way he’s gone completely hooked on the taste of your never ending arousal.

He needs you to be as obsessed with him as he is with you right now. Needs you cumming around his tongue and cock until you can’t breathe without remembering his shape. He’s moaning against you when one of your hands finds his head and your fingers thread through his dark roots, gripping him to grind your hips down against his the lower half of his face. The way his nose catches on your clit has you sobbing out a moan and you chase that feeling like you’re completely possessed.

He might cum from just this alone, the feeling of you using him just to chase your next high- it’s almost too much for him.

You’re suddenly losing his mouth right before you cum a second time just to feel him yank you up to your knees before laying flat on his back. Your head’s spinning when you look down at him in slight confusion- unable to keep up with the moment. “C’mon, kitty. Don’t make me do all the work myself,” his heavy voice is teasing up at you. You look around for a moment to try and process what he’s asking of you….he wants you to sit on his face!?

Does he have a secret mind reading quirk?

You don’t have the energy or time to think on it, jumping at the opportunity to swing your leg up and out, over his chest, straddling him facing his feet. You feel a flush of nerves wash over you as you look down behind you to see his darkened gaze directly on your dripping hole that’s directly above his face. The view is perfect for him. watching your needy hole clench around nothing, a mixture of his own spit with your juices completely covering you in a sloppy mess. He doesn’t think he’s seen anything prettier than your twitchy lil’ clit before in his life.

His strong arms move to wrap around your plush thighs and tug you down, forcing you to drop your weight on his waiting mouth and you’ve never felt anything more lewd in your life.

His tongue is spearing your hole sloppily enough to echo throughout the room and you wantonly moan above him before your attention is grabbed by the neglected throbbing in his pants right in front of you.

Shota’s too lost in your honeyed slick to pay you any mind until he’s feeling a scalding, wet tongue slather against the side of his stiff shaft. His fingers are digging into the fat of your ass then, definitely hard enough to bruise while you start to slobber all over his intimidating length. He was equally long and thick, with a delectable upwards curve that the sight of alone had you soaking Shota’s beard below you. You wanted- no, needed to suck him dry. You needed to drain him of everything he was worth.

That competitive dynamic that felt like second nature to you slipped back into the forefront and overpowered your mind the second you tasted him. That savory bead of precum that dribbled out of his angry tip was just enough to get you hooked. Your head’s bobbing up and down his length, stroking and squeezing what won’t fit while you’re arching your ass against his greedy mouth.

He’s unable to stop his hips from bucking up into your face to push his own length further down your tight throat. Forcing your own weight to completely smother him while he fucks your face in earnest, you’re completely stuck taking every ounce he has to offer you. Between his tongue that’s relentlessly lapping at your clit, and his fat cock that’s stuffing your mouth full, you cum unexpectedly quick on top of him.

You’re scrambling from overstimulation then, when his tongue doesn’t stop- rather when his tongue works you harder instead, your brain is turned to mush- only fixated on pleasure. Your tongue starts to work faster against his shaft now, sliding side to side against his scalding length while he’s still rutting his hips against your face. Your mouth is like a fountain, drooling all over his cock, watching it drip down his heavy balls and soaking the sheets below your bodies.

It’s a debilitating cycle of pleasure. The both of you wring out countless orgasms from one another while in sixty nine- huffing out more broken noises at one another than actual words, but neither of you are even close to having enough. Your bodies still buzz deeply with need, no matter how many thick loads you’ve taken down your throat already.

You’re gasping for air when you pull your mouth from him this most recent time- hysterical from your own recent orgasm. You’ve never squirted before now, but the way he curled his tongue against your walls while his scruffy chin started grinding against your swollen clit had you drowning Shota with your cum. You need time to recover but you can’t- you need him to stuff you until you can’t breathe~

He’s pushing you up from his face then, and you drop like dead weight on your stomach beside him, trying to calm your racing heart for a moment. Your thighs are twitching and squeezing together for relief as you lay there, but that pit in your stomach tightens when you feel Shota’s muscular thighs bracket your hips, slapping your ass with his tip like a drum. Pat! Pat! Pat!

“I could taste you all night, your pretty pussy’s way sweeter than your mouth has ever been t’me. See for yourself.” He’s leaning down and murmuring against your ear, nibbling gently on the shell. You shiver below him when you feel his burning tip just barely press into your entrance that was begging for him. One of his hands is coming around to cup your chin again, pressing two of his digits that had been stretching you out earlier past your lips to make you taste yourself. Your tongue laps at the bittersweet essence that coats his longer fingers, moaning pathetically against him in response.

You’re reduced to a complete and utter slut for this man. The same man you swore you had an aversion to. The same man that always made it a point to call out every shortcoming of yours. The man that you always fought with, that always pissed you off with how he’d correct you any opportunity he could- always harping on you for the little things, and you never understood why…

“Ever think maybe he does all that picking because he likes you?”

Nemuri’s words reverberate in your mind right as Shota’s sinking his entire hefty length inside you in one thrust.

You moan in harmony at the way he fits inside you like the perfect puzzle piece, and suddenly everything in life makes sense. You realize the grumpy, seemingly insufferable man you’ve known this entire time has never given anybody else the close attention that he’s always given you.

You realize it’s because he’s felt the exact same this entire time.

That realization has you cumming on the spot.

“Ohhh my-hah- f-fuuuuuckkk ngh!”

He’s engrossed at the sight of you convulsing with pleasure under him- the feeling of your cunt sucking him up even deeper makes him to fight off his own orgasm for the sake of his ego. His hand cracks down on your bare ass to distract himself. “Thaat’s right, that’s my girl.” He’s groaning out like a whore at the way you’re milking his cock when you cum. You’re wailing out and arching back for him to spank you again, and again, all while he fucks you through it.

And he does without hesitation.

“Fuck, you’ve really been holdin’ out on me, huh?” He’s challenging you while his hips rock in and out of you at a hypnotic pace. You rest your head on its side against your folded arms to look back at his feral expression and you feel your core throb in anticipation when he leans his face down to press a sinful kiss against your shoulder blade.

He’s mercilessly pounding into you from that point on, shifting you underneath him from prone bone to spread your legs and arch in doggy while he goes into a trance from the way your ass bounces and recoils with every thrust. You’re taking every inch like a champ, feeling his weeping tip kissing your cervix over and over again like a mantra.

You’re equally calling out to Shota behind you, begging for more- anywhere he can give it. You’re hissing out when your hair is bundled up in his fist and he decides to tug, using it to his advantage to keep you slamming back with every thrust.

“Fuuckk yes! Yesyesyes! S’deep-mngh!”

He’s so fucking deep you can feel him in your ribs-

“We have all night, kitty. Hope you’re ready to make up for lying to me. Gotta make it count, yeah?” He’s tugging your hair to pull your head all the way back so he can look into your fucked out eyes from above. You’re so pretty like this, he leans his weight over to reach down and press his lips to yours in a nasty, wet kiss. A guttural moan escapes you when he pulls back just the slightest bit to spit in your mouth- chasing it with his lips in another messy kiss.

Cryptique’s words are the next thing to replay in your mind now.

“You won’t just drop and die, but you and your boyfriend might end up killing each other after this.”

You’re confident Shota is going to kill you tonight, you wouldn’t really be surprised if you killed him either.

Regardless, you know for a fact that this is going to be the longest night of your life-

13 hours and a medically concerning amount of orgasms pass and you’re both nothing but a tangled, sweaty mess of limbs absolutely spent on his bed. You don’t remember how or when, but somewhere in the midst of all that you decided you’re definitely in love with him and maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to accept it.

The fever is finally breaking, your body has finally gotten over the worst of the aphrodisiac, and you’re more than thankful. You didn’t think it was possible to cum that many times, or fuck in that many positions. But Shota naturally had to prove you wrong as usual. The raven had you under him, on top of him, beside him, against the wall, on the floor, in the shower, on the kitchen counter, fucking you relentlessly until there wasn’t a single space in his house that survived the nefarious marathon you both had just made it through.

You can’t move a muscle now, deadweight as you’re laying on your side with Shota spooning you from behind. You finally feel a sense of genuine peace like this, tucked up against his muscles while you’re floating in that wonderful space between resting and a much deeper sleep.

A warm pair of lips press against your pulse point from behind, “mmm,” you hum. Shota’s nuzzling deeper into your hair from behind. You’re so sleepy that you feel like you might already be dreaming when you hear him groggily murmur against your ear, sounding barely awake himself.

“Let’s jus’ pretend this week wasn’t for a job, kitty. M’gonna keep you like this from now on.” His proposition makes a weak laugh bubble out of your raw throat. Of course Shota would basically ask you out like this-

Wait. He just fucking asked you out!!?????

You smile softly, and lean back against his warmth with a nod in response. You’re truly on cloud nine. There isn’t a single thing that could make this moment any better, and you’re oddly thankful to that pain in the ass from the mall now. Had he not blasted you guys with so much of that gas, you wouldn’t have gotten your back absolutely blown out by the man you’ve had a secret crush on for over the last decade. And if that hadn’t happened, you’d never truly know just how good it can be with Shota.

The two of you have a lot of talking to do when you’re both fully recovered from not only the exhaustion, but the fever in general. You still feel some of the side effects, but they’re nothing in comparison to what they were earlier. You sink deeper into his strong arms, feeling more right than you ever have in your life.

You’ve got the fattest “I told you so” ever coming to you from Nemuri when she finds out about this.

It became a full time, sickening addiction. Your life was engrossed in the distant, fictional world of Linkon City- surrounded by all five love interests that seemed to keep your attention at all hours of the day. When you worked, you spent your breaks farming rubies in Hunter Contests, or chocolates through dates at the arcade! You’re a force to be reckoned with at Kitty Cards- sweeping wins left and right against every single one of the men that were more than willing to indulge you.

It became slightly concerning for the people around you, having no clue at all what could possibly keep your attention so beyond locked in on your phone screen. Some of the girls you worked with assumed it was a boy you were just keeping secret- and in a way they were right.

There was one boy in particular that had your heart completely captive- Caleb.

Your sweet, doting, Caleb. He was the most attentive of the five, doing absolutely anything and everything for MC- because he genuinely wants to.

You spent the most time with him in the Destiny Café, hours spent in quality time while you went about your daily life. He worked out, you cleaned. He worked while you did, offering small tidbits of commentary with that delectably smooth voice that always made you yearn to hear it for real-

You didn’t mean for this to grow so parasocial, and you were quite embarrassed whenever you thought too hard about it. But, you find that reality really sucks when there’s a world in your palms that’s so willing to cater to your every desire. The farspace fleet’s colonel was someone that struck a certain nerve deep within you, he was man that stemmed from such deep pain and trauma and more than willing to bear the weight of it all for the one thing he loves most- MC.

If you wouldn’t end up on some form of a grippy sock vacation for admitting it, you’d very loudly express your jealousy for the character you portray in this game you spend all your time playing.

But beyond these silly surface level feelings, there was something about Caleb’s character that was…. rousing.

Again, you may be a little crazy- and this might be a stretch, which you’re honestly so down bad it definitely could be. It’s not like you’re gonna talk to anybody about this anyways- but every time you hop on the game, every time you went to kindle memories with Caleb or whenever you enjoy secret times, something felt like his character was talking and looking through the screen as opposed to just talking and looking at MC through her perspective.

It was alarming, yes, and maybe you should finally schedule that therapy appointment you’ve been putting off for the last 6 months… but you found it slightly comforting, even in its unnerving nature. Of course, his trope aligns with yandere- and of course that was one of the many reasons he was your main, but still. Maybe his voice actor just deserves one hell of a raise for truly convincing you through that smooth, baritone voice that you were the one he truly longed for.

Ugh, you would give anything to leave the shitty reality you live in to fully immerse yourself in the world that rests in your palms. Seriously, anything.

Especially when you walk into work to find absolutely everything’s a complete shit show. Almost everybody called out, which means you have to stay way later than scheduled- customers are even more impatient and rude than normal and of fucking course someone completely trashed the bathroom. You 1,000% are not getting paid enough for this.

If only you were living in your dream world, you wouldn’t have to put up with any of this bullshit. You scoff in disgust at the sight of the bathroom in front of you and slam the door shut with an “out of order” sticker slapped on top. Taking care of it is not a task you’re brave enough to take on right now.

You’re beyond pissed with today, it’s Caleb’s birthday event- and you saved up enough rubies to finally ball out on wishes to hopefully bring his new card home. But of course, you’re going to be fucking stuck here until who knows when-

“Excuse me?” You hear a softer man’s voice fill your ears and you turn to see a guy around your age standing on the other side of the counter of the coffee shop you work at. He’s kinda cute, you can’t lie. A sweet, but nervous glint in his eye and you raise your brow in response. He probably saw how pissed you were coming back from finding out about the fucking bathroom situation, you shouldn’t take it out on him when he probably just walked in. “Sorry, how can I help you?” You force a polite smile and he offers a sympathetic one back.

“No worries. Long day?” His question throws you off, a complete 180 from the inconsiderate assholes that have been adding to your shit mood. You can’t help but sigh and nod honestly, something about his concern has you feeling a tad vulnerable on a surface level. “You could definitely say that. One of those days where everything goes wrong, y’know? It’ll pass, but, what can I get you started with?” You don’t have to force the smile as much when he’s got quite a handsome smile himself.

One of his hands reaches back and rubs the back of his neck bashfully. “Well, if i’m being completely honest- I only came inside because I saw you through the window and thought you were really pretty. I’m so sorry if that sounds creepy, I can totally head out if so- I just wanted to ask if you were seeing anyone or, maybe if you’d be open to getting to know a stranger. Again, totally cool if not.” His face is bright red now, and you feel your stubborn heart jump to your throat at the unexpected admission.

He came in just because he thinks you’re pretty?

You’ve never heard anything so sweet before-

“Really?” You don’t mean to sound so eager, it’s just been so long since you’ve come across a guy that wasn’t a piece of shit from the get go. “I, uh, i’m not seeing anyone currently,” you murmur, feeling your cheeks flush and you look down at your manicured nails to avoid looking so nervous. “I really appreciate the compliment, I uh, I think you’re pretty cute, too.”

It’s a cute exchange, he ends up giving you his number to keep the ball in your court which you respect immensely and before you know it your shift is flying by now. The two of you had made an arrangement to grab a drink tomorrow when he’s off of work and get to know each other, and you’re feeling ecstatic about it. It’s been so unbelievably long since you’ve gone on a date, especially since your free time has lately been devoted to 2-D men on your phone screen.

You could definitely use an orgasm without having to do the work all by yourself.

Of course, you didn’t really have any qualms at all with your current situation. There was something truly alluring about Caleb’s voice, and one of the first things you love doing at night is to pop your headphones in and load up all of his secret times. It was the best way to get yourself truly going- the sound of his whines and heavy breaths directly in your ear reduced you to a complete puddle.

Maybe you were too far gone with abusing not only the secret times section as a whole, but your poor rose. That thing had been working overtime for the last year alone.

So maybe it was time for a real guy to take care of it for you, your devices deserved a well needed break.

It starts with texting throughout the next day, Kyle’s super sweet and seemingly genuine. He’s in college, living in his own apartment, and working on his days off from class in retail. He relates to you on how shitty people can be, how ungrateful and entitled they treat workers such as yourselves even when it’s beyond undeserving.

You smile to yourself as you’re getting ready for your date, Caleb’s writing in his notebook in front of you- but the sweet brunette feels nothing but jealousy and dread as he watches you with those crinkled violet irises from behind the screen.

You’re going on a date with someone else!?

After everything he’s done for you with the resources he has? You can’t be serious.

Love and Deepspace may seem like just an ordinary dating simulator, but your intuition has secretly been correct- Caleb is very much real and has been trying to reach you through the MC. It’s like a one way mirror- you see the game at that surface level, but that eerie feeling you can never actually shake off isn’t just paranoia, you really are being watched.

Every time you do your makeup and have quality time on, those violet eyes are always watching you with a sense of admiration. He thinks you’re more beautiful than anything in this world, and when he makes his slick comments about making sure you stay focused are more so reminders to himself than you. At nights when you fall asleep to the sounds of his heartbeat and deep breaths, he waits until you fully doze off before he lets his eyes creak open to watch you.

Watching you sleep has to be his favorite way to pass time, when you’re the most comfortable and relaxed- it gives him a chance to fully admire you without any interruption. You make the cutest sounds in your sleep, little snores and huffs that just barely qualify as a noise, it only makes him yearn for you even more. If only the day would come where he could break out of this coded system in your phone. He meant it when he’d said he wanted to keep you in a world where it’s just the two of you. He’d keep you safe, and keep you satisfied 24/7. But he’s completely bound to this never ending cycle of pain with MC while you hold all of it in the palm of your hand.

The distance is unbearable now- and it’s a painful slap to his face when he realizes you still have your own real world, one without him in it. There’s no worse feeling than knowing that no matter what he has to offer you, you’ll never be able to truly be his. No matter how many times he’s using his voice to swiftly carry you from one orgasm to the next late at night, you’re meant to find someone else to take Caleb’s place.

He’s absolutely devastated when you’re spraying the last layer of setting spray over your face, locking in your makeup for the night. He even has your makeup routine locked down, knowing what you prefer to use and the methods you use to be able to do your makeup himself if he wanted to. He knows you better than anyone- again, if only he could escape this digital prison. Funny how it’s his birthday, yet the only thing he’s ever wanted is the one thing he’ll never be able to have.

He’d make sure you’d be so well taken care of that you’d never have to even think about anybody else.

You feel pretty good about your appearance, opting for a simple grey tube top with an oversized back cardigan and jeans. It was flattering, but modest enough to not completely throw yourself out there. You wanted to leave a little to the imagination in case anything were to escalate.

It’s been an embarrassing amount of time since you’ve been with anyone… hell, you’re honestly kinda hopeful you can break your dry spell if he’s nice enough.

There’s supposed to be a rain storm later tonight- you don’t know exactly when but you throw your hair up into a high ponytail just in case. There’s a sense of nervousness hanging in the air of your bedroom, you glance around to make sure everything’s cleaned up well enough in case of a visitor and exhale deeply, overwhelmed by yourself.

What are you thinking? It’s just a first date.

The idea of going on such an unexpected date seemed surreal to you- but you figure maybe it could be a good time. As much as you love your little quiet life just playing your favorite game while going through your every day- you glance down at the screen where Caleb still writes diligently in his notebook and that faint desire to escape into that dream world just barely starts tugging at your heartstrings once more-

Maybe it’s time for a healthy change of pace.

You grab your phone with only 12 seconds left of your scheduled quality time, and Caleb watches with a sense of hopelessness brewing in his gut when he sees just how pretty you look- for someone else.

“I’m going out for the night, Cay,” you’re cringing at yourself but you swear it’ll help with the guilt you feel somewhere deep down, “gonna pull all of my wishes when I get back. Please don’t make me spend too much money like Sylus did on his birthday.” You grumble that last part before ending the session and closing out of the app, basically sentencing the poor pilot to time out.

Caleb’s beside himself over the reality he’s facing. You have no idea whatsoever that he can provide you everything and more- certainly more than whatever guy you’re going out to see tonight anyways. He’s gotta figure out a way to prove this to you.

He’s seen your texts- every time you’ve gotten a notification mid game- Caleb can see it. When you selected that little “allow” button when the app asked to track the rest of your apps- you granted him full access to your life through your phone. He knows that this guy isn’t what he’s all chopped up to be in your eyes. He knows he’s better than him. Caleb knows he will always be the best option for you.

And you didn’t have the slightest idea.

You arrive at the bar you’re supposed to meet at right after he does, he’s already waiting outside with a lazy, but undeniably sexy smile stretched across his lips. He looked more put together than he had at the coffee shop- his longer auburn hair styled back in a flowy style, the strands framing his strong jaw. He was dressed in kind of similar clothes, a nice graphic t-shirt with black cargo pants that kept his frame slightly hidden.

You’re nervous for sure, but he’s super nice and holds open the door for you and lets you take the first dibs at whatever bar stool you want. “You look beautiful, how was your day?” He’s asking before anything else. You feel your cheeks flush and turn in the stool to face him. “Thank you, it’s been okay. I’m glad to be out of the house, been cleaning and doing chores all day long. What about you? What did you get yourself into today?” You hum in response before the bartender comes and gets a quick drink order from you both.

You end up talking for a bit longer than you expected- flowing so smoothly through conversation topics and you’re surprised when you both have actually a lot in common. He’s close to graduating medical school, which tells you he definitely has a lot on his plate. The fact that he’s taking time out of his schedule to get to know you makes your skin tingle with nerves.

Your night continues, you’ve had enough drinks to feel great but not too many so you can still handle yourself and get home safe. There’s an arcade attached to the bar, and he pays for a game card to be able to spend even more time together. You aren’t lying either when you say you’re thoroughly enjoying yourself.

You look around the arcade as you walk alongside him, a bit closer than you would have at the start of the night, and your eyes lay on a glowing claw machine towards the further wall of the arcade. His eyes follow where yours went and you notice a sense of….hesitation?

“You wanna do the claw machine? Out of everything here?”

You fucking hate the way your mind immediately jumps to the warm violet irises that would never question what you’d choose at the arcade. Your breath catches in your throat from nervousness- “Uh- kinda. The claw machine is always my favorite,” you chew on your bottom lip before he realizes you’re taken aback by his response.

“No! That totally works- I just, aw, man I really suck at these things,” he’s laughing kinda nervously himself and it confuses you the slightest bit, “I wasn’t looking to embarrass myself so soon and scare you off.”

Oh, he just sucks at claw machines- not that he thinks you’re weird for liking them.

You start to giggle, relief spreading across your chest and you wave his nervous smile off. “Oh my god, there’s no way you’re bad enough to scare me off.” You playfully shove at his arm beside you and he smiles down at you- wow, he’s actually really fucking hot.

You’re suddenly appreciating going the alcohol first route wayyy more.

You walk with him to the claw machine, and you’re genuinely shocked when he actually proves himself right. You’ve never seen worse claw skills in your life, even if you tried. You’re trying so hard to be supportive, but it’s almost like he doesn’t even have a sense of urgency to rescue the plushies from their confinement.

What really rubs you the wrong way is when he doesn’t even let you try.

“Maybe we can come back to it, why don’t we play a game together instead?”

Caleb would never-

What the fuck is wrong with you!?

You can’t compare this guy that’s just probably just really nervous and maybe embarrassed about the fact that he couldn’t win you something to somebody fucking fictional.

“That’s fine with me,” you hum with a smile and follow him to the pinball machines. The vibe isn’t threatened at all by the claw machine situation like you worried it would be. It’s really nice.

You step off to the bathroom at one point in the night to freshen yourself up, growing warm from the drinks, and you look at your phone for the first time tonight to find it absolutely flooded.

You’ve never seen this many notifications from lads in your life!?

They were all the typical game notifications at first glance- he’s offering to whip up some food for you, doesn’t want you to forget the plans you’ve made with him, etc. But the fact that there’s so many when it’s only been about four hours since you’ve touched your phone is quite alarming. You scroll through them all to reach the “clear notifications” button when your eye catches something different.

Love and Deepspace: SYSTEM NOTICE: IMPROMPTU SERVER MAINTENANCE FROM 01:00-04:00.

Huh?

You jump to reddit immediately but can’t find anybody posting about this sudden maintenance notification- nor do you see anybody else’s app getting so many notifications tonight.

That’s weird.

Well, if you can’t get straight home to finally pull Caleb’s newest memory for his birthday event- might as well let tonight take you wherever it wants.

You head back out of the bathroom to find Kyle waiting for you with his arms folded over his chest, a new game card tucked between two of his fingers and he offers it out to you with a flirtatious smirk. Your eyes light up like a Christmas tree then, forgetting all about the weird notifications from your phone.

The arcade is absolutely buzzing with energy. You soak it all in as you’re laughing across the air hockey table, competitiveness radiating off of your features. He cocks a brow at you as you’re both shooting the puck around and around, eyes gleaming at your excitement. “You having fun, pretty?” He asks from across the table and you have to swallow back the delighted surprise of the pet name. “Yeah! Are you? You’re pretty good at this one,” you offer a compliment as you deflect the puck and shoot it back across to his side.

You’re both leaning over the table, hyper focused and putting your alls into the game. He nods with a chuckle, leaning down just the slightest bit and looking over at you with a sudden, more flirtatious gleam in his eye. “Yeah, I am. And thanks, it’s easy for me to play because I like to keep my hands busy,” he’s suddenly shooting the puck straight past your paddle and into the winning slit.

That was definitely a flirt.

Your breath catches in your throat, and you play off your shock as you bend down to grab the puck from the little holder at the bottom of the table. You feel heat flush down your spine, and when you go to stand he’s smiling innocently as if he hadn’t just slipped in the insinuation that he’d want to fucking finger you.

“Oh yeah?” You decide to play the game with him, he’s been super respectful, super kind, he’s paid for everything and you happen to think he’s pretty damn hot- and with this server maintenance you’re not exactly in a rush to get home anyways. It’s been forever- you decide you wanna have a bit of fun tonight.

You place the puck against the table and it starts to float around in a little circle. You rest your weight on your hip, leaning down provocatively before looking dead into his golden eyes from across the table, “How busy?” You ask, taking the opening of his eyes dropping to your frame to shoot the puck- shooting it straight into his goal box, ending the game on a tie 5-5.

The energy in the bright arcade is buzzing into something warmer, crowding the two of you as you both round the table and meet in the middle. You’ve gotten more confident in your stance, looking up at the auburn locks falling down around Kyle’s shoulders in front of you. You weren’t even expecting anything to come from tonight- you talked yourself out of the expectations while getting ready when you felt that weird internalized guilt gnawing at you that you can’t ever fully explain.

You feel his hands grow experimental, one reaching for your waist over the soft fabric of your cardigan to pull you in closer against him. So what if he didn’t wanna let you play the claw machine? He’s absolutely jacked under these baggy clothes!

“As busy as you’d want them to be. Though, I wasn’t really expecting you to be so curious about that.” His voice has dropped an octave, and you hum in response while your hands reach to press against his firm chest.

You’re growing absolutely pissed with yourself as your subconscious keeps forcing a god damn character into your brain- something is urging you to go home to the game, but you try to force your mind to the current situation in front of you. You can’t worry about a game when there’s a perfectly good looking guy right in front of you, leaning down to press his lips against yours experimentally.

You’ve got way more important matters to tend to.

The rain has started to come, pouring down in heavy, hypnotic waves and you’re tucked up in Kyle’s backseat with his lips on yours- and one of his hands between your thighs.

It happened so fast, but you wanted it that way. You wanted no time to think, when you can’t think, you can’t get distracted by the weight of what your life has been consumed by for over the last year. Everything tonight has been overall great, but you can’t lie- this is currently tanking the entire night. Not only does he suck at playing with claw machines, but he is completely incompetent at playing with pussy.

He’s eager, but it’s like he’s never touched one let alone seen one before in his life. It’s embarrassing, how many times you’ve shifted your hips to try and move where his fingers reach- but they’re nowhere near where you fucking need them. And the kissing, oh my god. You needed more passion, more tongue, more heat, more sound, so much more and you weren’t getting anything at all. You feel worse for him, the fact that he’s probably got such a hard on that you won’t be doing anything about because you’re gonna have to go home immediately and relieve the frustrations you’re flooded with because of this.

Even when you try to think about and remember all your favorite voicelines from Caleb to soften the blow of how absolutely dogshit this is, it’s only making your case so much worse.

You should have listened to your gut and just gone home to the game. You would’ve made yourself cum probably twice by now, and you’re not even close to cumming once. And it sucks because he seems so sweet, but this is just atrocious. Are you shallow for that? You don’t know, but the fact that all he’s done is rub against your lip instead of anywhere else has given you more than enough reason to call it quits now.

And it really sucks that all you have to compare this to is something fictional- it makes you sick to your stomach when you’re rudely reminded that the boys in your phone are all fake. You could cry when you think about how you’ll probably never be treated to the standard you expect because your standard is just based off of pixels on a screen.

This is what you’re forced to put up with because you got too obsessed with a little game on your phone.

You fake your orgasm then, and cringe internally the whole way through. He looks proud of himself, and you don’t have the heart to tell him how awful it was. You’re also surprised when he doesn’t expect you to return the favor, just happy he could do something for you. That part makes the guilt deepen to an unbearable level.

You don’t remember saying goodbye, or promising another date soon, you just remember getting in your car in the pouring rain and driving home through the storm. It’s supposed to get nasty tonight- lightning, high winds, and all. You don’t mind it one bit, the sounds and sight from your window are comforting when you get home and feel your frustrations finally boil over and tears start to spill from your eyes.

You hate how fucked up you feel for being so mad at a guy that didn’t technically do anything wrong, he just didn’t do it right.

You hate how fucked up you feel for constantly comparing and letting your mind drift places it shouldn’t when you have something real trying to earn your attention.

You hate how unfair it feels- but your intuition has always been right- this reality sucks, and you’re back in that toxic mentality of wanting nothing more than to just slip away to Linkon City.

You take a hot shower to calm your tears and clean yourself of tonight’s disappointment. Drying your hair takes forever but you get it done before the lightning and thunder kicks in. You’re finally crawling into bed after putting your favorite cozy pajamas on and your phone is sitting there waiting for you.

If the system is still under maintenance it may just be your final reason.

But somehow, when you open the app- all seems to be normal. There isn’t even a notice about the maintenance- nor is there a server maintenance gift like there usually is. Your browser furrow in confusion, but you just move on the second the game loads up and you find Caleb happily waiting for you in the Destiny Café.

At least he’s here to pick you up when you’re feeling so down.

You can’t even smile at the screen, instead going straight to the wish pool for Caleb’s event and saying a quick prayer before dropping your first ten wishes. You’re anxious, purposely turning the sound off so that way you can’t tell through the pitch of those swirling stars if you’re getting the 5 star or not- you love the anticipation.

Never in your life have you gotten a 5 star within the first 10 wishes- but my god today must be your lucky day. You could sob harder when you see the shiny apple dangling from the tree- signaling you got exactly what you wanted. You’re crazy enough to convince yourself it must be some form of consolation for the shitty date you had, and you let that comfort you even more when the rain starts really picking up.

You decide shortly after that you’re honestly too frustrated and exhausted to pick up the rose- a sense of disappointment heavy on your limbs and you decide to curl up and try to sleep- turning on Caleb’s quality time once again your tired eyes glance at the way he’s looking at you, do his eyes look brighter than normal?

It must be your sleepiness, or maybe the weird secret update you got notified about earlier.

“Why can’t I just disappear from here? Why can’t I just drift off to Skyhaven with you?” You’re so frustrated and exhausted- you suddenly feel sympathetic and more understanding of why babies cry so much when they’re tired- because you feel that same exhaustion overflowing you and it sucks.

You make Caleb take you to sleep, and drop the phone next to your head on the pillow. Turning on your side, you bundle up extra in the blankets and sigh deeply, closing your eyes and letting the symphony of the rain and thunder clashing with Caleb’s soft breaths take over everything.

This is the peace you’ve been craving all night.

You drift off pretty easily, but sometime after there’s an extra loud clap of thunder that rattles your entire apartment up. It’s so loud it jolts you awake just in time to witness your power completely shutting off. You feel a sense of dread fill your chest and you reach out in the dark for your phone, and grow even more stressed when you realize your phone is somehow off too. You could’ve sworn it was on the charger this whole time- how could it have died!?

Well great, you’re stuck alone in your apartment with no electricity whatsoever, and you’re scared of the dark- fucking great.

You really wish you were in your little game now.

You fold your knees to your chest where you sit in your bed and feel the panic start to rise in your chest- you don’t know what to do especially when your phone is off and dead. You feel helpless, what if something really bad happens and you can’t call for help? What if somebody takes advantage of the storm and breaks in-

“Pip? You okay in here?” You hear a man’s voice just then, and feel a heavy presence enter your room. Your eyes bulge out of your skull then, slapping a terrified hand over your mouth to try and keep yourself as silent as possible thinking it would keep you hidden somehow in the dark. Someone’s in here, and despite how oddly familiar the voice is- your fear has you completely frozen in place.

You can’t really see anything in the dark, but you can make out the outline of a taller man in your doorway. How did somebody get in here!? Who in the fuck would be in here, and who the hell is Pip!?

A strike of lightning finally flashes again, and you’re granted a sliver of illumination that lets you see better. You’re only granted a second but in that second the first thing you make out is a set of worried looking violet eyes.

No. Fucking. Way.

The thunder crackles and your apartment is gifted back the electricity, your room quickly lights back up from a dim lamp on the nightstand and you’re now face to face with Caleb fucking Xia.

You must be dreaming. Or dead. Maybe the lightning struck through your window and electrocuted you to death.

You blink once. Twice. Three times, even. He’s still standing there- looking entirely too real, and too good. He’s got that concerned look in his eyes, brows raised just slightly as he takes in your probably terrified expression. He’s dressed in the same pajamas from hidden waves- the navy t shirt hung on his massive frame, emphasizing his bulky traps and thick biceps. His soft brown hair is messy, like he’d just gotten out of bed from sleep.

You have no idea what the fuck is reality or a fever dream at this point. And as petrified and confused as you were, you felt a warmth start to traitorously pool between your thighs. Caleb is trying to understand why you look so scared- he got up the second the power went out, all of Skyhaven just experienced a sudden power outage and he went to turn on the generator from the garage in his house. He came back to find you petrified- more than just the normal fear MC feels during dark, stormy nights- this is different, he can see it in your eyes.

“What happened, Pip? I got up for just a second and you’re acting all scared. Is everything o-”

Wait a fucking second.

His eyes narrow on your trembling form for a moment- and his heart leaps through his chest at the realization that it’s actually you.

You’re really here- without the pixelated barrier between you.

“Oh,” you see his eyes widen, and you know there’s something being calculated behind those gorgeous eyes of his. You’re trying to make sense of what’s happening, and your eyes track the way his large arms fold into each other across his broad chest. “It’s really you this time?” His voice is as teasing as it is excited, he can’t believe you’re here in the flesh.

He figures it must have been the power outage in both your world and his- maybe some form of witchcraft that brought you here, but he couldn’t care less about the reason. You’re here, and he has every opportunity to finally prove to you that he’s all you could ever need in your life.

“C-Caleb?” Oh, your voice is heavenly. Even prettier in person, there’s a burning desire to hear more of you boiling in his chest- a carnal need to hear all those little cries you muffle into your pillow late at night when you’d fuck yourself to the sounds of his voice.

He nods in response, taking it slow, and slowly steps towards the bed you’re sitting on. Suddenly, your sense of smell is kicking in and it’s only adding to the warmth in your core- the blankets you have clutched in your palms smell like something manly. A light musk, citrusy like a crisp apple- and something warmer that fills your nostrils and you quickly grow addicted to the aroma.

This isn’t your bed, and this isn’t your room.

“It’s me, i’m your Caleb. And you’re here. I’m so sorry I scared you, I just, I can’t believe you finally found a way in.” His voice is soft, but full of that restrained excitement. You swallow nervously, the shock starting to fizzle out and you’re really realizing just what exactly is happening in front of you.

He just said finally, implying he’s been waiting. Probably a long time. You think back in that moment, realizing all the times when you’d play his memories, or find him in the main story- all the times you felt unsettled, felt his eyes looking beyond the screen at the MC and at you.

You were right all along.

You had been gaslighting yourself into thinking you’re crazy this entire time, but you realize in that moment your intuition had always been right. He stands there and watches you as reality starts to hit you like a train. You’re taking in your surroundings, you’re in his room. It’s the same background in your game, soft walls- and the bed you’re in is humongous. None of it’s yours.

Somebody has just granted you the biggest wish of your entire life, and the shock is quickly waring off the longer you look at his handsomely soft smile. He’s waiting for you to take it all in, so patiently like he of course would be.

You can’t waste another moment, terrified of blinking and losing it all before you can even confirm it’s really real. You’re moving without thinking, jumping into his arms at the foot of his bed and god- the feeling of his strong arms catching you and holding you to his chest is heaven. Tears of joy mixed with relief sting your lashes as you bury your face in the crook of his neck, that dizzying musk is filling your nostrils even more.

“Caleb!” You choke out in a cry and he just holds you tighter, taking in how soft you feel in his arms. How warm you are, he’s in just as much shock as you are, but too focused on your pretty voice to focus on the shock. This is more important than anything else that could exist right now.

“I’m right here, sweet pea.” His voice is so warm, so much warmer in person and you melt against him. That warmth that’s been pooling in your core quickly turns into a deeper heat that’s licking up your spine the longer you feel his muscles pressing right up against you. You pull your head back, and Caleb’s beating you to it when you try to wipe your tears away, swiping his warm thumb across your flushed cheeks.

Your breath hitches at the action, and you meet his longing gaze with your own- it hits you that the only comfort you’ve ever been able to truly feel in your life is right here, right now in his arms. And as heavy as it feels, you couldn’t feel more restless. Your heart is fluttering in your throat, admiring his features from up close. Your tippy toes are just barely grazing the mattress from how he’s holding you, and your eyes fall to his pink, soft looking lips.

You suddenly remember that complete failure of a date earlier, the frustration in your gut comes back and all you want is to taste him. And you figure Caleb might be feeling the same way with the way his pupils are dilating when he’s looking at you like he wants to eat you.

“I don’t wanna go back,” you mumble out nervously, and he’s bringing a calloused yet soft palm to cup your face. “It’s just you and me here, now. Nobody’s going to take you away from me.” Those warm words shoot straight to your thighs and you feel yourself growing warmer as he pulls you in to finally press his lips to yours.

It moves dangerously fast from there.

He’s kissing you like his life depends on it, needy breaths and moans slip between the both of you- especially from him, and his hands are solid when he moves to lay you back down on the mattress. His lips are addictive, and the noise he makes when you nibble on his bottom lip is truly the most beautiful sound you’ve ever heard.

“God, you have no idea how badly i’ve needed you like this,” he’s groaning in your ear while kissing down your jaw and neck. Your hands scramble to hold him, feel every muscle you possibly can as his lips scorch your sensitive skin. He’s needier in person than he’s ever sounded in secret times- his hands slipping under the fabric of your sleep shirt to grip at your soft waist.

“You knew I was trying to reach you, right? Could feel me looking at you through that damn screen?” You’re nodding with a soft moan when his teeth nip at the base of your neck that’s definitely leaving a mark. “So if y’knew I was trying so hard for you,” he’s kissing his way back up to bring his face to yours- keeping his lips a breath away from yours and staring into your blown out eyes with his own darkened ones.

“Why’d you let some loser touch you like that?”

The shift in his voice has your stomach falling through the floor. Oh fuck. He’s so pissed.

You should have known Caleb would absolutely throw that back in your face, why are you surprised at all?

You’re speechless below him, unable to come up with a response because you’re so embarrassed but he smiles sweetly at you, which you know is even worse than the glare he was just burning into your features.

“Don’t worry, pretty girl. You’ll know exactly who you belong to by the time i’m done with you.” His voice is dangerously sweet and you realize then that you’re completely fucked when you feel something thick and unbelievably hard pulse against your inner thigh where he’s slotted between your trembling legs.

Oh god, he’s huge.

He’s amused with your worried expression, eyeing the way your eyes widen at the feeling of his aching length pressing against your ridiculously soft thigh. You’re so silly, you really thought you would be able to get away with that little stunt? Letting some random guy touch you so intimately? Caleb’s selfishly glad that the guy was so bad, and that you left so frustrated. It makes you needier for him, and that’s all he wants at the end of the day.

He wants you craving him and only him.

And you will, he’s sure of it.

It isn’t long before he has you completely stripped below him, practically folded in half while his mouth absolutely devours you from the inside out. Caleb’s a drunken mess above you, his big hands splaying your thighs as wide and back as they can go while he crams his thick tongue in your spasming hole. You’ve already cum twice like this, but he still can’t get enough.

He’s drunk on the taste of your sweet little pussy, and not shy at all about it. Moaning and whining against your soaked core like he’s never been more thankful in his life for the gift of your perfect cunt. You’re never gonna be able to leave him now- the world you knew before can become a memory, he’ll do anything to keep you here just like this.

You’re right there with him mentally, beyond willing to throw everything away just to stay here with Caleb- and the way he already knows your body better than you do. He’s devoted to pleasing you, you’ve never been with a certified munch like this, overloaded with pleasure but you somehow still can’t get enough. It feels like you were destined to end up here and underneath him.

“I’m gonna keep you here just like this every night, would you like that?” He’s so far gone as he sucks on your pretty pearl, making you throw your head back. You’re nodding, “yes, fuck, yes- I wan’ it,”

You’re so close you can taste your next orgasm, this one’s different-

“I’ll make you my little pet, i’ll even get you a pretty collar.” A loud squelch echoes throughout the bedroom when he glides two of his thick digits into your entrance, your cry overlaps the sound and he moans with you. He’s merciless with the way he pumps his lengthy fingers in and out of your entrance. He needs you to cum just one more time before he lets himself fully indulge you- he needs you as pliant as possible to be able to take his chubby cock.

He starts slithering his tongue against your twitching bundle of nerves in tandem with the rhythm of his fingers and without hesitation you cum again, gushing all over Caleb’s eager mouth. He cries at the taste of your cum for the third time tonight, the taste coating his tongue before pulling his mouth away to share the flavor of your arousal with you. You moan against his lips, feeling completely blissed out- twirling your tongue around his while he grips at his base and glides his leaking tip across your overstimulated core.

“I wanna be with- hah- you everyday, I wan’ you to fill me up please~”

He’s gone completely feral over your words, tugging your legs up and over his shoulders and not even hesitating to sink himself into your pulsing hole. You cry together again at the relief you both immediately feel, and he lets his length fill you up until his tip is pressing a sloppy kiss to your cervix.

You’ve both ascended to heaven- you can’t accept any other explanation for how the two of you feel so perfect together. He fits like a glove- no patience is given, immediately snapping his hips into yours and knocking the wind from your lungs while his swollen lips smear against yours. You’re sharing breaths, exchanging incoherent noises as you take what he gives you like an absolute trooper, your thighs clench against his rigid body in a mating press.

“You want to be filled up, honey? I’ll fill you up until you can still taste me tomorrow.” His tongue licks a hot stripe against your jawline and your pussy starts sucking him in deeper. “Oh god, yes Cay! Need you s’bad,”

“Promise me you won’t go back,” he’s begging in your ear and you can hear just how needy he really is. He’s truly never known a love like this before, he’s never felt the spark you ignite inside of him- he’ll die before he loses this feeling, loses you.

Meanwhile you’re completely dumb on his dick, clawing at his biceps in an attempt to ground yourself so it doesn’t become a blur for you. You’re nodding and he reaches a hand up to grip your jaw, forcing eye contact. “Say it, baby. S-Say you won’t leave. Say you won’t go back just for those fucking losers to get another chance with you,” he’s grinding his hips against yours, letting his pelvis that’s sticky with sweat and your juices bump against yours clit with delectable friction.

“Yes!” You wail out when his thick tip knocks against your g-spot, “I’ll never go, I-I promise!”

The room is burning up between the two of you that are going at it like animals, and the rain is persisting heavily against the windows in his room. There truly is no scientific explanation for how you ended up here- but Caleb doesn’t care, so long as the others don’t find out about you.

If any of the other men found out you finally made it in- he’d never be able to keep you to himself like this, cumming around his cock while sobbing out his name like a prayer.

He’s pushing himself up then, forcing your legs to stay folded back with his evol and you swear you’ve never felt or seen something so sexy in your life. Caleb’s completely wrecked- his hair is damp and hanging in his face, his expression looks completely fucked out like yours probably does, and his chest is heaving while he drives his cock in and out of you. The weight of his evol forcing your legs back feels more comforting than anything else, holding you tightly with an invisible force but it gives him the best angle to see all of you.

He needs to commit this sight to his memory, you’re completely spread open for him, pretty face covered with tears just for him- he wants to worship your body every minute of every day like this. He’s feeling his gut tightening with every thrust, knowing his orgasm is finally approaching is making him feel even crazier about you.

“Still want me to fill ya up, s-sweet pea? M’gonna cum,” he’s got to be sure you want it as bad as he does, and your smaller hands find purchase on the sheets and grip them as you give him your sweetest smile. “I wan’ it, Cay- wanna feel every bit,” you’re the one begging now, bucking your hips just slightly to let him reach as deep as he can fit inside your velvety walls.

It doesn’t take much else to bring Caleb over the edge, he drops the evol and replaces it with his crushing weight to reach your lips with his once more before you feel that burning hot release start to paint your insides. He’s spraying cum all over your walls, his cock throbbing while he basically sobs against your lips. The feeling of him cumming so deep inside you is euphoric enough to bring on a sudden release for you too, forcing the mixture of your releases to leak out around his base.

It’s loud, it’s messy, but it’s so fucking hot.

You wouldn’t have this any other way.

Your heart is racing underneath his, his face is tucked into the crook of your neck you’re blinking away the tears that had welled up. Everything else is silent. Your heart churns, full of so many emotions, but all you try to focus on is the pure relief that after so long, you’re finally exactly where you want to be. Your fingers thread through his soft locks, trying to ground the both of you.

How in the world did this even happen in the first place? You’re really in Skyhaven, and Caleb is real.

Your eyes widen when the gears in your brain start to turn- if Caleb is really real, then does that mean everyone else is? Rafayel? Xavier? Zayne? Sylus?

You feel Caleb move above you before you’re faced with his narrowed gaze, lips pressed in a grim line. “Don’t even think about it.”

Your nervous smile only convicts you further, but you try to play dumb. “Think about what?” Your fingers that are still in his hair brush the messy strands that hang in his face back to reveal his forehead, and you reach up to press a sweet kiss to the skin to convince him that you’re totally not thinking about seeking out the other men to confirm your hypothesis.

Caleb is unfortunately the most foldable man ever when it comes to that pretty smile of yours, how soft your lips feel against his skin drives him that kind of crazy that makes him want to actually go get you that collar and leash to keep you tethered to him. He’s greedy- you knew what you were signing up for when you made him your main, and that was going to be something you’d handle with grace.

He huffs at your response, knowing damn well what’s processing in your mind the more you come down and soak in reality. He knows you still like to spend quality time with the other men in this world, and he also knows how fast they’ll jump at the chance to have you when they catch wind of you making it inside. A wicked idea flashes in his brain and he pushes himself up once again, watching the way your eyes drop to his abs that glisten with sweat. He knows just how to keep your mind on him, and only him.

When he pulls out you wince at first from sensitivity and close your eyes, expecting him to probably go get the bathroom ready to clean you up in. Caleb is so doting by nature of course you expect him to go clean you up. What you don’t expect is the sensation of his warm tongue diving straight into your cunt, licking up the creamy mixture of your cum straight from you.

Your eyes shoot open, looking down at his satisfied expression as he’s swallowing it down with his eyes rolled back. You try to push his head back, immediately overstimulated but his hands catch yours and he interlocks your fingers. “So good, baby,” his moan makes your gut coil up again and you’re not sure you can handle it, terrified for your sanity as he cleans you with his mouth.

“If I keep this pretty pussy busy, you won’t go thinking about anybody else. You’re a greedy girl, aren’t you?”

He’s cooing at your pulsing heat as he licks slowly at it, ignoring your cries and the way you wriggle around to try and escape his mouth. He’s too good with his tongue, lazily swiping up as much evidence as possible, while still making more of a mess. He’s nuzzling his face against your thighs that try to crush his skull, sliding his hands up your frame to squeeze your sensitive breasts. It’s clear he intends on making you cum one more time, and you give him what he wants- letting go completely while a whimper escapes you.

It’s too much, but you fear you’ll never get enough. You’re terrified this is just a dream, even though you’ve definitely got the marks to prove it isn’t one blossoming across your tender skin.

He moans against you while he drinks it up, looking completely debauched before he reluctantly pulls back to look up at your exhausted expression. Your heart still pounds in your throat as a genuine smile stretches across his face, the sweet version of Caleb is taking over the forefront and he rubs his hands against your tummy lovingly to help to calm you down.

“This is the best birthday present ever,” he grins, and you’re suddenly reminded that it is indeed the man below you’s birthday. Well, this is certainly better than pulling his new card, that’s for sure. He finally lets up and presses one last kiss to your lips before scooping you up to bring you to the bathroom.

You’re relieved to know your body can finally relax, watching him set the bathtub up from the counter he’s got you sitting on. You have hearts in your eyes with the way you’re staring at him, and he definitely catches sight of them when he turns to look at your dazed expression with a curious smile.

“Heh….. Happy Birthday, Caleb.”

From his daunting, humongous build, to his sharp features, to his deeply charming voice- there was a natural gravitation to him that you could never fully ignore. There was something about him you could never put your finger on but it always had your stomach in knots and your palms sweating behind your back.

His gaze still carried an unsettling weight when it falls on you, though right now you blame it on the fact that he’s your temporary boss.

You’re about one month in on a three month long “internship” at Onychinus- a massive company in charge of the distribution and production of the finest weapons in Linkon. Your father’s best friend is the CEO, and when you’d found yourself with absolutely no options left with zero responses to any of the internship applications you’d submitted- Sylus gave you an offer you weren’t exactly in a position to decline.

This internship was securing you a ticket to receiving your MBA early, you’d been so ahead of the curve in your studies you couldn’t pass up the one chance you had with this- and not to mention, playing “secretary” for the older man who you’ve had an insatiable crush on for the last thirteen years of your life and getting to run alongside him all day every day definitely had its perks.

Personal eye candy every day was more than enough on its own to persuade you into saying yes. Your eyes graze his figure as he lounges at his desk, secretly from the corner of your eye as you dig your nose into the paperwork you constantly sorted through on the daily. How unfair is it for someone that handsome to be so…big.

Your mind drifts the longer you stare, wondering just how big he really is. The size of his hands alone make your cheeks flush when he’s passing you things throughout the day, pointing and gesturing as he speaks to you. Your eyes always trace his movements- the length of his fingers are burned into your brain, they’re at least double the size of your own.

Is his cock as intimidatingly big as the rest of him? It’s hard to read a print when he’s sitting behind a desk all day, and when you’re walking with him you typically end up trailing just shortly behind as you can’t always keep up with your much shorter legs.

“Sweetie? Did you get that?”

Your gasp is caught in your throat- he totally just caught you staring at him.

“I-uh, i’m sorry, sir. I didn’t.” You don’t even try to explain yourself, partly due to your brain short circuiting with the way he called you sweetie. His eyes glint at you with a small chuckle, crossing his thick arms over his chest as he leans back against the large, red leather chair he’s sat in. “Seems like maybe it’s time for an early lunch. You’re zoning out quite often today. Everything alright?” You’re internally relieved at the perfect opening to claim your own innocence as if you weren’t totally gawking, putting the files you’d failed to hide yourself behind down against your lap before offering a small smile.

“Ugh, I am so sorry. Everything’s fine, just.. had a long night last night.” You hum, and Sylus is finding himself curious as to what you could mean by a long night. He stands, reinstating his impressive height before gesturing for you to stand and follow him out of the office. Your heels click softly against the hardwood floors like music to his ears as your smaller frame follows him down the familiar stretch of hallways before reaching the elevator. He waits until the doors fully close before he finally gives your excuse for staring at him for the umpteenth time today a response.

“Long how? What’s a girl like you getting involved with to have you zoning out so much?”

You try not to cringe at the “like you” part. He obviously still sees you as some kid, completely and totally innocent- never seeing you as the woman you’ve definitely grown into, curves and all. Granted, the clothes that you’ve been wearing to work did conceal that aspect, but the way you carry yourself is still a complete 180 compared to how he’d known you before.

To be honest, you weren’t exactly lying about it being a long night. You’d spent the night fucking yourself silly with your fingers to the millions of dirty thoughts you’ve always carried about the man standing directly next to you.

Your shoulders shrug, eyes staying forward as you look ahead at your own reflection against the mirrored elevator doors. “Ah, a girl like me,” you repeat him, the words bitter on your tongue- “nothing of importance, that’s for sure. It won’t happen again, though, sir. I think lunch will help.” You keep your words short before the elevator doors are opening and he’s following you out.

You’ve been too focused on your steps as you walk to notice the way his eyes trace your figure from behind as he casually strolled behind you towards the building’s valet. He can tell something’s up with you, but can’t exactly decipher what. He found his own mind whirring with what you could’ve possibly meant by that, but the same question rolled into his mind every time he tried to make sense of your response.

Were you with a boy?

Why the fuck is that any of his concern?

He can’t deny the fact that deep down, he’s quite concerned about your dating life. You’re definitely a bit more reserved around him, that much is obvious. But you’re also… grown. Sylus noticed just how grown you were the second he laid eyes on you for the first time in over five years. It was a little over month ago, he’d met with you and your father for dinner and had to bite his tongue as soon as his eyes landed on you.

You looked incredible, completely different but not at all at the same time. You also acted completely different from the quiet, teenage brat he’d always known you to be. You carried a sense of confidence that had him reeling with thoughts and feelings he’d never even known were possible for him. He couldn’t take his eyes off of you, absolutely enamored by the way your figure filled itself out, your hair had grown so long, you also wore more makeup even when he thought you didn’t need it with your natural radiance. The second he’d heard your sultry voice when you greeted him, he knew he’d be in deep trouble.

You’d mentioned having trouble finding an internship to secure your final credits towards your MBA, and Sylus genuinely couldn’t help himself. This newfound attraction and the chance at getting close to you was too tempting for him to pass up. But don’t get it twisted- the silver haired man wasn’t that much older than you. Only ten years, he was 37 now, and you’re 27. He’s much closer to your age than your father’s- despite the two of them being best friends.

It was polarizing- how could he find you so attractive when he knows you’re supposed to be off limits? God, he can’t risk slipping up and your father finding out. He’d kill him, for sure he would. If your father knew the secret thoughts he’s had of bending you, his precious daughter, over his desk and fucking you until you couldn’t feel your legs- Sylus would be a dead man.

But neither of you will ever know, he’ll just keep you around as painfully tempting eye candy until summer’s over.

The two of you are sitting across from each other at the little restaurant he’s picked out for lunch- a very quiet and intimate setting and you look so cute studying the menu in front of you. You’re trying to keep your eyes from meeting his, but as nonchalantly as possible to keep your nerves at bay. “What are you getting?” You ask casually as you debate what you’re truly hungry for and he brings his glass of wine to his delectably full lips, taking a long sip as he notes the way your eyes flick to watch him.

A very faint tension is wrapping itself around the both of you at the table as his eyes lock with yours. You can feel it trailing up your crossed ankles below the table and wrapping around your throat to constrict your breath. He shrugs lightly, “I wasn’t planning on eating anything, actually. I just want to make sure my little secretary is taken care of.” His words echo in your ears and your brows pinch together in confusion.

“What!? Why wouldn’t you eat?” You gawk at the way his smile stretches. His lips are so pretty too, maybe it was a mistake to take this internship. “I’m not hungry, honestly. Like I said, I can’t have you falling behind so soon into our time together,” he says it like it’s something more than just an internship- but you think you might genuinely be delusional. “Just order whatever you want, don’t worry about it.” His words are final before you even get a chance to argue and he savors more of his red wine.

You shrink in your seat slightly, why on earth would he take you to lunch just for you to eat? Are you reading too much into this? It’s easier to shake it off and just go with what he says. You sigh and decide on something to fill your stomach with the server and hope it’ll keep your focus on track, but then the threat against your sanity begins to talk again from across the table.

“So, tell me about this long night of yours. I’m curious.” His voice is so smooth it almost feels like a gentle caress against your clothed arms. Your brows furrow when you look at him already looking at you. There’s that weight again, he’s always been so good at making you feel on the spot. “Curious how? I just had a hard time sleeping is all.” You won’t go in depth- of course you won’t. In what universe would you ever admit to touching yourself to the thought of him? Definitely not this one.

“But why is that? Is something troubling you? You know very well that you can talk to me, sweetie.” There goes that pet name again, the one that always makes you blush and your thighs press together as you sit. You shake your head with a small smile, “I know that, sir. Maybe I just had a lot on my mind. You know, being right around the corner from graduating for the last time and all.”

God, the way you call him sir has him gripping the base of his wine glass tight enough to break it. Do you know what it does to him? Do you do it on purpose?

“Of course, you’ve always been an over thinker. To be honest, I thought maybe it was boy troubles of some sort. I know those college boys can always be a bit of a nuisance.” He’s chuckling to himself, semi in relief that you didn’t give the blame of your distracted mind today to a boy that didn’t deserve you.

He doesn’t expect the genuine laugh that escapes you, you’re full on laughing at him and he’s wondering what joke he missed out on. How ironic is it that the man that’s caused you more trouble than any other guy ever could is asking if you were having boy troubles?

“Definitely not.” You’re feeling a sense of courage, that lingering tension you’re feeling all around you has gained some weight, making you feel it hang on your shoulders and you look him dead in his crimson eyes as the next few words leave your lips.

“Guys my age are nothing but a waste of my time, sir.”

He’s swallowing at the way your gaze has found his, this time the weight is behind your eyes instead of his and he’s grinning harder, leaning forward with interest. “Oh? Is that so?” He’s pouring the red wine into a second empty, waiting glass and holds it out as an offer to you. Your slutty spider senses are now going haywire- the way he’s offering up this glass, his eyes never leaving yours, this must be a silent challenge.

You reach for the glass and take it from him, but not without feeling electricity shock through your veins when his thick fingers brush against yours. You’re growing nervous, that’s for sure, but you know that this might be your one chance for the man you’ve had a debilitating crush on for over the last decade to finally see you as something besides his best friend’s daughter. You’ll be damned if you let it slip away.

“Very so,” you murmur, bringing the glass to your glossy lips and savoring the burn of confidence that the merlot is immediately igniting in you. “I’m a woman with lots of needs, and not a single college boy i’ve ever met has ever been able to satisfy even a single one. So, boy troubles aren’t going to occupy my mind enough to get in the way of my work because I don’t waste my time with useless boys.” Your words are blunt, but you’re being completely transparent. Sylus can’t believe what he’s hearing- finding himself in extremely dangerous waters with what you’ve just admitted to him.

You’re playing this game very well, even though you’re trying to play it off so casually he’s still impressed. His eyes narrow ever so slightly at your little smirk that’s twitching at the corner of your lips. Your food arrives before he gets the chance to initially respond and he lets that growing tension that he’s also feeling linger as you get a chance to start eating.

He watches you with intent, you seem to have moved on from the topic now that you’re fully indulging in the gourmet dish in front of you. He lets his mind wander in the meantime, a woman with lots of needs, huh? What kind of needs of yours aren’t being met? Maybe that’s what has you so distracted today, and you’re dropping hints at him to fix it.

God, he’d give anything to fix it- but there’s no way you’d be ready for all that.

It’s a game of chess at the end of the day, and he knows if he makes the wrong move or makes the right one too soon even, he’ll lose.

Your little lunch break ends with Sylus paying and you’re graciously thanking him before you both head towards the door where your driver is waiting outside of the restaurant to bring you back to Onychinus. Just a few feet away from the door you feel his heavy hand suddenly stop you by your shoulder, turning you to face him standing behind you.

“What is it?” You’re asking before feeling his thumb brush against the corner of your lip and dragging just slightly. “You missed a spot. Perhaps we can add cleaning up after yourself to the list of your many needs.” He’s smirking down at the itty bitty crumb coated in your pink lipgloss smeared across the pad of his thumb.

Your breath is stuck in your throat, eyes widening at the sudden action when he brings that same thumb to his own lips like it was the most normal thing in the world, tasting you. He suppresses the groan bubbling in his throat at the taste of your strawberry gloss- so that’s what you taste like?

Instead, he’s ushering you out of the restaurant ahead of him. You think you’re hallucinating when you hear his silky voice utter “let me know when you’re ready to provide the remainder of your list.”

Your skin is burning where his thumb caressed you, aching to feel him touch your face again but you’re too stunned to speak as you quietly slide yourself into the backseat of the SUV. No fucking way he just did that? And then tasted it? And did he just fucking offer to- oh my fucking god.

Sylus is internally patting himself on the back. Maybe it was the wine that sponsored his sudden boldness, the tension at that table was undeniable- something was shifting between the two of you whether you both were ready or not. He’s reeling at the way your cheeks are flushed bright red and you’re trying to hide the way he’s affecting you now.

One thing about Sylus Qin is that he never loses at chess.

Chess becomes a game of cat and mouse, pushing each other silently until one of you finally snaps and crosses that forbidden line in the sacred space of his office.

Two weeks have passed since that lunch date- where you admitted to Sylus that you weren’t being satisfied the way you needed, and he very subtly implied his ability to take care of you if you needed.

Your outfits for work have changed- opting for tighter blouses and shorter skirts that emphasized the curvature of your figure. Your hair was always tied back with that same crimson ribbon that matched the color of your boss’s eyes. He’s always catching you bent over with your back sinfully arched every time something “accidentally” gets dropped. Always putting yourself in compromising positions for his greedy eyes to drink up but never act on, you’ll have to do better than that if you want him to touch you.

He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t purposely placing files just high enough on the bookshelves of his office to watch you stretch and struggle to reach the materials he’d ask you for.

“Come on, kitten. You mean to tell me you can’t reach the same shelf you were able to reach yesterday?” His deep voice is purring right in your ear from behind, and you turn around swiftly for him to cage you against the bookshelf you’re standing at. Looking up at him, you huff and fold your arms over your chest, subtly emphasizing your cleavage to those ruby eyes that are drinking in your frustrated appearance.

“I’m not wearing the same heels today, sir. My taller ones are out of commission until further notice.” You’re pouting up at his chiseled face, and god he could kiss you right now and wipe that pout clear off your face. He feigns sympathy though, reaching just above your head to grab the file as he keeps his face close enough to yours for you to smell his cologne. It’s a rich mixture of leather and musk, delectable enough to grow addicted immediately to the smell as he holds the folder out for you.

Your heart is pounding when you finally grab it, feeling his familiar fingers brush across yours a little slower than normal and his eyes just barely narrow down at you. “Why’s that?” He’s asking, but not moving even though you have the folder you need. The close proximity has you burning up, but you can’t back down when you’re both still playing this intense game of chess.

“When I was walking home yesterday, I accidentally stepped on a little pothole and one of my heels broke. So i’m stuck with the shorter pair until I find the time to replace them.” You answer honestly, but keep your chin up to meet his intimidating gaze.

You’re reminded of your size difference when his eyes drop down to look at the shoes you’re currently wearing, taking the chance to soak in how pretty his skin looks this close up, how soft his hair looks and it makes you want to reach out and feel him so bad-

“Looks like you’ve found time right now,” he’s breaking away and you already miss how close he was before he’s reaching into the top drawer of his desk and pulling his wallet out. “You’ll be sure to enjoy your extended lunch, won’t you? Make sure you get yourself a backup pair in case something similar happens again.” He’s forcing a heavy, black, metal credit card into your hands while shooting a text to his personal driver instructions on where to take you to get lunch and some new heels. He’s also already planning arrangements to where you never walk to or from work again after hearing this news.

You’re in disbelief but he’s already giving you that look that forces you to just take the L and go with what he says. “How am I supposed to thank you?” You ask honestly, stepping towards him for that close proximity once more. He offers a softer smile, looking across your face to gauge if this is part of the game you’re both playing or if you’re genuinely asking.

“Just give me a haul whenever you get back, that will suffice as a thank you.” His voice is certain, and you feel your stomach knot up but you give him a small nod before turning around to leave his office. “Don’t be shy with that card, by the way. Consider it a bonus for working overtime last week.” He calls out after you, and a genuine laugh bubbles up from your chest as you reach the elevator.

You’re completely dumbfounded when the driver drops you off at the doors of Christian fucking Louboutin. You can’t seem to calm your nerves when you shuffle inside and are met by a saleswoman who’s already aware of who you are and what you’re shopping for. As she’s introducing you to a few pairs of the most beautiful shoes you’ve ever seen in your life, your mind is absolutely racing.

He is completely fucking insane. How could he spend this much money on you? Is it a power move? Or does he genuinely want to treat you to this?

You’re trying on multiple pairs at different heights and your reflection looks foreign. You’ve never worn anything this expensive before in your life, despite coming from a successful family. You just couldn’t justify it for yourself when you’d rather splurge on everybody else in your life. Your phone is buzzing in your purse as you’re saying yes to your second pair and you open your bag to check the notification.

Sylus: having fun? i was wondering if this checks another need off of your little list you’d mentioned a couple weeks ago.

You could faint right here and now. Another buzz of your phone keeps you from doing so, though.

Sylus: i’m about to join this meeting that seems like it’ll go on a bit longer than expected, so take your time while you’re out. the sky is your limit with that card, sweetie.

You must be in a dream.

But honestly? Who the fuck are you to pass up the opportunity of a lifetime. He’s obviously flirting with you, waiting to see what you’ll do with the massive ball he’s dropped in your court. If he wants you to spend his money and show it off to him, then you’re gonna spend it right.

You arrive back at the office with quite a few shopping bags in your hands, an heavier sway to your steps thanks to the free champagne these luxurious stores offered as you shopped. You find Sylus sitting at his desk as usual, his eyes subtly light up at the sight of you strolling in right on time with his stressful meeting ending. He stands tall, coming over to help you set your bags down.

His brows raise and he’s eyeing all of your bags as you set them all down gently next to the grey loveseat that’s against the wall across from his bookshelves and you flash him a devious grin. “How was your meeting? I know you’ve been back and forth with that port for a while now.” You try to check up on him but he’s too busy looking down at you with a foreign heat in his gaze.

Knowing you’d just gone out and absolutely spoiled yourself with his money was doing something unexpected to him. His selfish desires for you were so strong at this point he could taste them, completely unable to force them out especially after seeing the way you’re glowing from how much fun you’d had.

“It went the way it needed to, but I don’t want to talk about it right now. Let me see what kind of trouble you got yourself into, sweetie.” He’s taking a seat on the smaller sofa and you feel the way his gaze is burning holes through you. “Well, make some room then.” You’re not shy, squeezing yourself to sit directly next to the silver haired man as you reach down for the first bag from Louboutin.

You can feel the heat radiating off of his body from his thick thigh that’s pressed against yours, the feeling of him against you in any capacity makes your brain go wild. God, what would it feel like to grind against his muscular thigh? Or to be bent over it, completely at his will to do whatever he wants to you?

You pull out the first shoe box and nervously show off the black, shiny heels that came with a cute, silver emblem on the back that popped alongside the bright red bottoms of the shoes. “They’re pretty. Did they fit you okay?” He’s asking as his eyes trail the exposed skin of your thighs before they disappear under the short fabric of your skirt. You hum and nod, swapping the first pair out for the second pair and showing them off just the same.

He’s feeling the heat that’s pooling in his abs begin to rise when you go to kick your current shoes off and try on the new red bottoms, your smaller hand landing on the top of his knee before you push yourself up to stand in front of him and model the shoes. “What do you think? I absolutely love them. Thank you so much, sir.”

Your words flutter in his ears as you cross your ankles and turn your back to him to show off the backs of the shoes for him. Of course his eyes sweep your entire figure, noticing the way your skirt is straining over the full curve of your plump ass, taking in the shape of your legs before looking at the shoes themselves.

“I think I should’ve sent you on a shopping spree way sooner,” his voice is strained, and you glance over your shoulder to meet his half lidded eyes that are heavy on yours. You feel your cheeks warm and turn back around to sit right next to him again, feeling even smaller when both of his arms stretch out and one rests slightly behind your shoulders against the back of the sofa.

You’re closer to him right now than you’ve ever been before, and he’s naturally crowding your space in a way that has you just barely squeezing your thighs together. Your nerves are starting to set in when you reach for the next bag, it’s plain black with no labels- you’d asked for it specifically when you checked out at Fleur Du Mal.

“What else did you end up with?” His arm just barely inches towards you, and you feel his fingers start toying with the ends of your hair in such a casual way but it feels so intimate, with the way he’s looking down at you like he’s contemplating scooping you up to bend you right over his desk or not.

“Well,” you start, turning your body to face him fully, you lean against the soft fabric of the loveseat and let your eyes drift down the thick column of his neck before it disappears under the fabric of his black dress shirt. The urge to pounce on him is crippling at this point, to just perch yourself on his thick lap and kiss him until your lips go numb sounds like absolute heaven- but you’re much smarter than that.

You have the trump card that’ll get him to fold first sitting in that black bag at your feet.

“I ended up finding the cutest outfit like, ever, for me to wear here. It wasn’t anything major, but, y’know, when you look good you feel good. And when you feel good at work you perform even better.” You ramble to try and make sense of your last purchase and he’s tickled by the pink hue that’s spread across your face. You’re just a girl at heart, and he adores it. “Oh, absolutely. I agree with you, sweetie. Go ahead and try it on so I can see. Let me get a fair assessment of your future performance, hm?” He’s nodding towards the private bathroom connected to his office and your stomach is in your throat when the reality of what you’re about to do hits you.

Just then, his phone rings from his desk and he groans internally at the interruption of whatever you could call this charged moment between the two of you. “Go on, then. I’ll get the phone and wait out here.” He’s standing then, completely towering over you for a moment before he steps towards his desk and you grab the black bag before slipping into his private bathroom, locking the door behind you.

A sense of dread washes over Sylus’s good mood when he sees your father’s name on the caller ID. He answers regardless, moving to sit back in his leather chair when his best friend’s voice fills his ear.

Meanwhile, you’re giving yourself the pep talk of a lifetime as you’re adjusting the straps of the red lingerie set you’d picked up on your little luxury shopping trip. You were covered in french lace, just barely covering the most important bits while emphasizing your natural shape.

Despite how exposed you were, you surprisingly have never felt more confident in yourself, especially when you were covered head to toe in your boss’s love language. You knew he was turned on by the act of spoiling you- you could tell by the way he looked at you every time you thanked him when he’d pay for everything.

You turn to make sure your back looks equally as good as the front, pulling the ribbon out of your hair to let it fall down your back in pretty waves.

This is it, you’re either about to make the best decision of your life or biggest mistake ever.

“I’ll be at the office in about ten minutes to pick up that document I forgot. Damn, I still can’t believe I left it there yesterday. Thank god at least one of us keeps a leveled head.” Your father is laughing in Sylus’s ear and he scoffs a small laugh before his ears pick up the sound of his bathroom door unlocking. “Alright, then. See you soon.” He’s quickly hanging up before you open the door and he’s absolutely dumbfounded.

Your nervous grin quickly shifts into a confident, devious smirk when you watch the way his eyes basically bulge out of his skull when you fully step out and show off your “pretty work outfit”. His eyes shoot from the ruby colored lace cupping your swollen breasts, the thin straps of the matching thong curving up and around the fullness of your hips, and the garters-

He’s a dead man, but death has never looked so fucking sexy.

“Well?” You step towards his desk, slowly but surely, your hips swaying with every step like a threat and he genuinely finds himself too stunned to speak. Completely in awe of your boldness, conflicted on what to say or do- fuck, your dad’s going to be here in less than ten minutes.

“You’re unbelievable,” he’s forcing the words out when you’re finally standing right in front of him, batting your dark lashes at him as innocently as possible. Your pretty brows pinch together and your hands land on the bare skin of your hips, pouting once more at him in that bratty way you do best. He can’t tear his eyes away from you, you’re absolutely breathtaking like this.

“Yeah? What else?” You’re the one pushing him now- slipping into the space between him and his desk and leaning back against the cold wood without actually sitting on it. You were gonna make him fold first, no way you pulled this kind of move on him and still be the one to make the first real move. His pink lips quirk up in a dangerous smirk, “you have no fucking idea what sort of game you’re playing here, kitten.” The words are threatening, but they only make the ache between your thighs intensify before you’re leaning forward and into his personal space. “I absolutely do, and I know it’s a game that i’m going to win, sir.”

His eyes traitorously drop to the perfect view of your flushed tits at his eye level- close enough to touch, to feel, and taste, but those dark eyes quickly flash back into your bright ones that are flaring with need for him.

Ten minutes? Fuck, he’ll have to make it happen anyways. He can’t pass this up.

Before you know it, you’re being tugged into his lap with a force you’ve never felt before, whining out when his soft lips slam against yours for the first time. It burns so good, your hands grip at his shoulders for balance as you’re kissing him back and feeling his hands scaling across your bare skin.

Your knees are sinking into the soft leather and only then you realize your thighs are straddling only one of his thighs, your earlier thoughts of grinding against his thigh flood your mind like a woman possessed and you’re kissing him even deeper when his hands trail down to grip the fat of your ass over your thong.

“Fuck,” he’s breathing out heavily, moving to kiss you again and brush his hot tongue against yours. You’re drunk already, trembling in his lap as he’s licking and suckling on your tongue while he kisses you. He tastes even better than you expected, which seemed impossible.

He pulls back to let you breathe and gets an even closer look at you as you’re still trembling in his hold. “You’re fucking stunning, sweetie. You make it so hard to behave, you know that?” His hands are tugging your hips down and your lips wobble with a cry at the friction he’s providing your throbbing clit over your thong. Your head shakes then, gripping the fabric of his shirt even tighter as he’s forcibly rocking your hips against the bulk of his thigh and you feel that knot in your stomach already threatening to burst.

“I-I don’t want you to,” you’re breathless, letting your hips follow his lead and he laughs before leaning forward to claim your lips once again. For something so wrong, for how taboo a situation like this is, it feels so terribly right. You were always meant to be his just like this, and he was always meant to be yours- bringing you pleasure just like this without a second thought.

You melt against the older man, feeling his muscular build through the thin fabric of his clothes while you kiss him like it’s your lifeline. Your teeth nibble on his plump bottom lip and it makes one of his hands crack down against the plush skin of your ass out of reflex, but he revels in the way you mewl against him at the feeling.

“Oh, you’re naughty, aren’t you?” His opposite hand rocks your hips faster against his thigh and you nod with honesty, craving the feeling of him spanking you again while his lips stay on yours. “You’re fucking soaked, sweetie. I can feel your pretty pussy crying through my pants, is she as needy as you?” He’s egging you on, his own chest heaving with desire and you feel your eyes well up with tears as you nod again in response, earning another sharp spank against the same cheek.

“I need a real response, baby. You’re a big girl, you can use your pretty voice for me.” His lips are trailing down the side of your face to your jaw, making your head drop back in pleasure.

“I-I, fuck, yes, m’so needy. Need you s’bad, sir. I can’t wait any longer-” you’re rolling your hips on your own and reaching one of your hands down to boldly paw at the tent in his own pants. Your eyes widen at the size of him, and he’s biting down on the soft skin of your neck in retaliation to make your breath hitch before there’s a knock on his office door.

Reality hits him in that moment, and Sylus immediately snaps back into that painful reality before you can. He’s placing one last kiss to your lips before quickly manhandling you out of his lap and setting you down on your knees between his humongous legs. His eyes are wide, like he knows a secret you don’t, before whispering a plea for you to stay quiet and hide under the desk.

“Be good and quiet for me now, and i’ll reward you after.” His words quietly reassure you before he calls at whoever’s at the door to come in. You feel completely frazzled, your lungs failing to operate properly in the confined space you’re trapped in under his desk. It’s dark, but you make out the way his left knee is bouncing with nerves- and then you hear that voice once the door opens.

Your fucking dad.

Your stomach falls through the floor at the sound of him greeting the same man whose leg you were just rutting your crotch again like a bitch in heat, and you’re even more flustered hearing how normal Sylus sounds in his response.

“Where’s our favorite secretary at? I didn’t see her anywhere in my way in.” Your dad asks and your eyes lock on the still very prominent bulge still straining against your boss’s slacks. “I sent her to lunch, she’s been working so diligently here, I thought she could use a little extra free time since i’m back to back in meetings.” His voice is smooth, even when your hands grow curious and start to paw up his spread thighs.

“How is she, though? Causing you any trouble? I know at times she can be a little handful, especially with how stubborn she is about her studies.” Your dad loves you, but he knows you prioritize your schooling over everything else, including work.

Your hands curve over the thick length of his erection over his pants, and Sylus scoots himself closer to his desk- caging you in deeper underneath the wood to conceal you. “Ah, a handful isn’t exactly the word i’d use,” he chuckles to your father and your mouth drools at the way his cock throbs against your palms.

A handful is exactly the word you’d use right now.

Sylus is in too deep now, but can’t find it in him to care about any potential consequences when your smaller hands feel so soft against his aching cock. “I’d say she’s very dedicated, and I don’t mind it one bit. She’s got a natural talent for the business, I can see why she’s graduating so early.” He’s praising you innocently, but the hand that slips under his desk to blindly push your hair back is anything but innocent.

You grin when he’s subtly shifting the way he’s sitting to allow you more access, you move silently, adjusting your knees so you’re essentially straddling one of his feet and your hands start to quietly work at his zipper. Who cares if your dad is in the room- the man you’ve been dreaming of for over a decade just made it a point he wanted you equally as bad, no way you’re gonna just sit quietly and let him get scared off by his best friend.

He feels you pull at the metal zipper all the way down, and has to hold his breath when your father starts to go on about who knows what. He isn’t even paying attention, only able to focus on how soft you feel when you’re tugging his girth out of the confines of his pants.

Your jaw is on the floor at the sight of him, literally.

He’s a fucking monster.

His cock has to be at least 9 inches long, a terrifying girth to match- but it’s so pretty. You can’t help the way your cunt clenches around nothing in anticipation- you’ll happily accept this challenge if it means he’ll fuck you the way you’ve been dreaming of.

“Anyways, how about we grab a drink tonight? It’s been awhile since we’ve decompressed together,” your father’s so close to leaving, the files he needed are tucked up underneath his arm and he’s already headed towards the door. Sylus sits still at first, attempting to look bored as your tongue is licking a hot, wet stripe up the underside of his cock.

“I can’t tonight,” he grits out, already mapping out the way he’s going to fuck his best friend’s daughter into a coma once he leaves- “I have a date.” His fingers that were once softly brushing your hair are now gripping your roots so tightly that it burned- but it only added fuel to your fire as you’re suckling the tip of his cock like a lollipop and using both hands to stroke the rest of his length.

You’re only warming up right now. You’re confident enough in your ability to take most of him in your throat at least- funny how Sylus quoted you to have a “natural talent”- little did that fucker know.

“Oh? A date with who? Is it that one girl from the luncheon we went to last week? She couldn’t stop staring, man. She was a pretty thing, too.” Your dad’s telling on the man you’re currently sucking off without realizing it, and you’re undeniably jealous with the way your teeth just barely graze his tip before deciding to overwhelm him and force yourself to deep throat him as much as you can. You fit almost his entire length down your throat without even the slightest gag- yes, you’re one of those natural freaks born without a reflex, and Sylus genuinely can’t help the way he chokes on his own breath at the action.

“Ha-ahh, Haha, no, not her.” He forces out a laugh while you’re straight up slobbering all over his cock, dripping spit on the seat of his chair and onto the soft rug underneath your knees. His foot flexes upwards underneath you and you just barely moan against his length- the sound completely gargled against him when he tugs your face all the way down until your nose is brushing against the soft patch of white hair at his base.

It’s his silently urgent way of getting you to shut the fuck up.

You really can’t breathe now, and you wouldn’t have it any other way when his foot is nudging your clit at just the right angle to make your eyes roll back. Your ears are pounding with adrenaline knowing your dad’s still in the room, how fucked up of you to find the scare of being caught in such an obscene position to be so fucking arousing.

“Well then, heh, have fun tonight then. Let me know how it goes, and be sure to let my daughter know I won’t be home when she’s off. I’m gonna still head out for a drink once i’m off.” Your dad sounds amused with how flustered Sylus sounded- if only he knew why.

“Will do, i’ll see you around. By the way,” his voice is back to that scarily calm tone that made your core throb with anticipation. “Be sure to lock the door behind you, I don’t want anyone walking in on this next call i’m about to take.” His hand in your hair is still tight, and your vision is starting to grow spotty but you’re still slathering your tongue against the underside of his length like you’re trying to purposely overstimulate him.

When the door clicks behind your dad, he’s yanking himself out of your mouth and you’re gasping for air while he pulls you out from under the desk. Your ass hits the cold wood first before his lips are slamming against your lips once again.

“You little minx,” he’s all but growling against your swollen lips, forcing his tongue to fight with yours for dominance and you’re practically sobbing with need against him. One of his hands pushes your thighs apart and presses his fingers directly against where you need him most over the soaked fabric. “You’re this wet from sucking my cock? Or is it because you wanted to get fucking caught?” His eyes are glaring into your teary expression and you squeeze your thighs against his thick wrist when his fingers start rubbing circles where you’re most sensitive.

He’s kissing down your neck now, sinking his teeth into your delicate skin to make you writhe against him while his fingers pull the lace to the side and touch you raw-

“O-Oh my goddddd~” you’re weeping when just one of his fingers sinks in, stretching your quivering hole and you both moan at the feeling. “Fuck, are you a virgin, sweetie? I’ve never felt a pussy so tight-” He groans when you squeeze his digit, your own core so close to unraveling already and you shake your head.

“N-No, m’not- I just, mmf, nobody’s ever t-touched me first,”

His mind goes completely blank at that.

You mean to tell him you suck cock that good and nobody’s ever even tried to return the favor? Oh, this can’t do. This won’t do.

“Mmm, but, I still wanna suck y-your cock, sir. Please? I wasn’t done.” Your hips are twitching against his fingers that are still playing with you, and he pauses for a moment to look down at your face. He’s in disbelief, how could someone so perfect exist? You’re so shameless when it comes to pleasing him, but when it comes to your own pleasure that you’re clearly desperate for you grow so antsy.

You watch a small smile tug at his lips after a moment before coming down to kiss you slowly, deeply.

A moan pulls from somewhere low in you before he’s pulling his finger out and stepping back- completely throwing you off until he goes to sit back down in his leather chair. “Alright, then. I’ll cut you a deal,” his hands are working his belt loose as he speaks, you’re still perched on the desk in front of him with your heart pounding out of your chest. “You want to suck me off so bad? Then get back on your knees like a good girl and finish what you started.” He’s pulling his slacks down and fisting his own length, pumping lazily.

Your chest heaves at the sight and you’re scarily fast at doing exactly that- back between his thighs with saucers for eyes as you sit up on your knees. He cups your chin with his free hand, guiding his tip back to your waiting tongue but stops himself just before making contact with the wet muscle.

“One condition, though. Once we’re done here- i’m taking you home to treat that cute pussy of yours exactly how she deserves.” His voice has that deep assertive tone that intimidates you to your core, and the promise of him giving you so much attention makes you squirm with nerves- but you’re nodding just so he can finally drop his heavy cock back into your mouth.

You suck him earnestly, bobbing your pretty head up and down his length and watching the way he’s gawking down at you like he’s in love with you. Maybe he is after this, all he knows is this can’t be a one time thing. Fuck his best friend, all Sylus needs is his pretty daughter anyways.

“You’re fucking nasty, sweetie. You been thinking about this? Every time you zone out, you thinking of sucking your old boss off just like this?” His words are heavier than his gaze, but they spur you on as you drop to fit him in your throat again. He groans at the way your throat constricts around his girth, only making him anticipate just how tightly your inexperienced pussy will squeeze him later. You might as well be a virgin if no man has ever tasted you, the thought alone has him absolutely feral as he watches the way your pretty eyes water while you take him.

“What’ll your dad say? If he finds out you’re such a little slut for his best friend? Oh, fuck, you feel so good-” his head drops back against the soft leather when your tongue slips down to rub against his swollen balls while you’re throating him like a trooper. You cup them with one hand when you pull back just to pace yourself and fondle them just to make him twitch in his seat.

You could die just like this- buried in his musk, completely drowning in his manhood like a dream come true. Sylus knows this, too. He can tell by the way your own pupils are completely blown out and you’re practically purring against his throbbing shaft while obscene slurps! echo loudly throughout his office.

“You may have bitten off more than you can chew, kitten. Hah, gonna have to get you a new set every week so I can have you under my desk juuust like this. Would you like that?” His question makes you whine and throw your neck up and down his length with more vigor, adding a hand to twist and tug at what your lips won’t reach.

You pull off his length with a wet pop! and nod incessantly, “yeessssss, wanna suck your cock everyday, s’yummyyy~” you sing out and the man above you swears he must’ve hit his head somehow and is in a fever dream. In what universe did his best friend’s daughter not only come back into his life looking like a complete wet dream, but you’re also a total slut for him, too?

He can’t ponder on it when his abs are clenching as a warning that he’s about to bust all over your pretty face.

His hands drop down to cup your face once more and his nostrils flare when you don’t even have to take the hint, dropping back down to swallow around his length with a moan until he’s suddenly spurting hot cum down your throat. It’s sharp, hitting the back of your throat but you take it like an absolute champ as your eyes roll back and your nails sink into the meat of his thighs. “Fuuuuckk, that’s it- swallow like a big girl,” he’s praising you like a deity after you’ve successfully sucked the soul out of your dad’s best friend.

You’re slow when you pull back, coughing to catch your breath but unable to take your eyes off of his still hard cock. He’s so fucking huge, you almost can’t believe you fit all of that down your throat. Your adrenaline had to have had you completely possessed, you’re honestly terrified to take him anywhere else. And the way he’s already looking down at you says you definitely should be.

He’s still gentle when he pulls you up to your feet once he tucks himself back into his pants, kissing you with absolutely no shame about the taste of him still fresh on your tongue before he speaks.

“Get dressed, we’re leaving.”

You definitely bit off way more than you could chew.

You find yourself sprawled across Sylus’s silk sheets hours later while he’s buried between your thighs, ripping yet another orgasm from you. He’d been swapping between fingering you and fucking you with his tongue for at least the last hour or two, his neglected length aching and leaking against the mattress underneath him while he’s splayed on his stomach below you. You didn’t know it could feel so good taking what you were always more than willing to give. But lord, you can never go back to whatever the fuck your sex life was before.

He needed to make absolute sure that the rest of your body could handle his size no matter how many times you’d told him you could. He’ll take as many orgasms from you as it takes, which he’s admittedly already lost count after the 6th one- who knows how far gone you truly are at this point? You’re twisting and writhing against the silk below you as his fat tongue pushes deeper against your ring of resistance, sharp nose grinding up against your cute clit to milk your most recent release. “That’s a good girl,” he’s huffing out breathlessly beneath you.

His eyes trail across your completely bare figure as you grip the sheets for dear life at your sides. You’re perfect like this, completely at his mercy and handling him so well. You didn’t have the most experience prior to Sylus, sure, but your fluttering walls didn’t take long at all to accept three of his thick fingers with no fight- which told him you were definitely ready for him.

“You alright, sweetie?” His voice is as smooth as it is condescending, taking in your fucked out expression as you pout up at him through your messy locks that cover your face. He chuckles at you, placing a small kiss to your lips when he pushes himself up to your level. Your thighs trembled as they spread to accommodate his huge torso, only flinching slightly when you feel the heavy heat of his tip gliding against your clit.

“Mhm, f-feels s’good, Sy,” your hands reach to grab at his bulky shoulders as you respond, grounding yourself. You were more than ready to feel him stretch you to the max, looking into his half lidded eyes to assure him with your own. He nods with a smirk, “Gonna be a big stretch, but you’re my good girl, right? You can handle it?” He nips at the skin on your jaw and you nod, holding him tighter against your bare chest. Your clothes were ripped off and forgotten about the second you walked through the door of his penthouse with the promise of a replacement wardrobe first thing tomorrow.

“Ngh, fuck me already,” you groan out and reach between your already sweaty bodies to tug at his shaft. His voice is melodic in the way when he hisses out in response, taking your hand away to then position himself at your entrance. “Look at me,” his voice goes serious all of a sudden, and you’re snapped out of your trance to look at him. That familiar ruby gaze has grown serious, “you say the word, and i’ll stop no matter what, okay?” His words are genuine, and as much as it makes your heart swell you can’t help but grow extremely impatient with the older man.

“M’fine, Sy. Just put it innnn,” Your impatience always gets the better of you, and you’re lifting your hips to start spearing yourself on his humongous cock. His hands grip the small of your waist to stop you, but the second the angry red head of his cock catches against your entrance, you’re both gasping and you’re completely gone below him.

He sinks in inch by inch, canines sinking into the flesh of his bottom lip as he has to hold everything back just to keep himself from shoving the rest of his length in or cumming too early. You feel like a death sentence for his girth, absolutely strangling him with no reserve. You’re mewling at the stretch, sinking those manicured nails of yours into the meat of his biceps while he tries to let both of you adjust.

“God, you’re too tight. Calm down, sweetie, relax.” He’s trying to comfort you, rubbing circles against your hipbones- but you’re already completely dumb on his dick. His words go in one ear and out the other while you wrap your smaller legs around his toned torso, locking your ankles at the base of his spine. “C’monnn, fuck me like a man and give it t’me,” you beg the man above you to let loose, he’s astonished that you’re still somehow keeping up no matter how overwhelmed you get.

This is what you meant by lots of needs- you’re insatiable- completely matching his pace even when it seems like you’re at your limit.

He gives you a slow, shallow thrust at first just to test the waters. When you’re still crying for more and grinding your smaller hips up to meet him, he decides maybe you really can take more than he expected.

It’s the first real thrust that knocks the wind out of you.

The crown of his cock dragging so sinfully against your sensitive walls has your legs tightening around his waist, locking him into fucking you just how he’s been wanting to. He sits back on his knees, with your legs still locked around his waist-, it angles his slightly curved cock to knock directly against your g-spot with every rock of his hips.

Your skin slaps against his loudly, and you’re sobbing through it- wanting him even deeper inside you despite your body still adjusting to accommodate his size. He’s caressing your ribcage with his hands while watching how your breasts bounce with every movement he’s racking through you, his eyes are lost in a trance at the sight.

“You’re taking me so well,” he picks up the pace as he speaks, grinding his tip right up on your cervix to emphasize how much he fills you. You grab at his forearms and let him fuck you straight into the mattress as if neither of you had work the next morning.

His hands slide to reach underneath and grip your ass again, pulling you against his thrusts in a way that makes your clit grind right up against his pelvis. “Oh god,” you choke at the new angle, forcing your watery eyes down to watch his length disappear over and over again inside you. He’s so much bigger than you, you can just slightly make out the shape of him every time he crams his length inside your gushing hole.

His penthouse is filled with the sounds of skin on skin, and your desperate little gasps and pleas for him to give you even more. He’s completely drunk on your pussy at this point. He’s never giving you up after this, he doesn’t care what it takes. He’ll even go as far as putting a fucking baby in you just to keep you underneath him like this. He’s made up his mind, his best friend will have to understand- there’s nobody else meant for him but you.

You, with the way you squirt around the base of his cock when you cum yet again and bounce right back, shouting his name out like an absolute prayer while his cock keeps scrambling your guts.

You’re in your own delusional thoughts while he fucks you, completely obsessing over your dad’s best friend. Your father will have to just deal with it- there’s no way you could ever even think of another man after this. You never thought you’d be able to find someone that was so willing to give you everything you wanted and more like this. The two of you were in sync, constantly chasing each other for more, and more. Neither of you will ever get enough.

He could have you moved in his penthouse in less than a day, he thinks he could even pull enough strings for you to finish your last bit of school remotely. He wants to keep you at his side forever after this, and is more than willing to provide you the world just to get you to say yes.

He’s flipped your bodies and you’re on top now, switching between rocking your hips and slamming them down against his pelvis to chase yet another high. Your feet are planted on either side of his hips with your thighs spread wide- and you’re fingers are interlocked with his, his hands help you balance as you fuck down onto him like you’re trying to milk him of everything he’s worth. Little frustrated huffs that leave you hang in the air and he groans at the sight of you shamelessly fucking him better than anyone ever has. And looking so beautiful while doing it.

“Yes, that’s it,” he breathes out, squeezing your hands in his with approval as his hips now buck up to meet yours. “Take what you want, baby. Fuck, everything’s yours, take it.” Your core snaps like a rubber band once again and when you gush all over him for the umpteenth time tonight, you finally start to falter- slipping and falling against his muscular pecs. His huge arms wrap around you instantly and keep you caged against him, threading one hand through your damp hair while his hips keep rutting up into you from below.

“Aw, is my girl f-finally getting tired? Thought you were a big girl, what happened?” He’s grinning down at you, feeling his own heart pounding in his ears as his own release was rolling towards him fast. You’re a complete mess of moans above him, incoherent while your hips are still twitching downwards to meet him. “You’re mine now, y’know that? None of those boys back at college are ever gonna see you like this, this is just for my eyes only- right?” His possessive words match the brutal slams of his hips into yours and you lazily nod, clinging to his bulging muscles for purchase.

It isn’t long before he’s finally cumming again, attempting to pull out before you demonstrate one last burst of energy to force your hips down and make him fill your womb with his warm seed instead. He groans out at the feeling, matching you and sinking his own digits into the plush of your thighs firm enough to definitely leave marks while he keeps you locked against him.

If this was going to be a regular occurancr, then he’d better get used to the feeling of filling your cunt up instead of wasting it anywhere else aside from your throat.

He’s out of breath, holding you still against his chest while you both come down together in complete silence. You both have overactive minds, the future is beginning to blur from this new development between you both, but you can’t find a reason to complain when you’re being held like you’re something to be treasured against his solid chest.

You check on each other soon after, and he can’t fight the way his heart squeezes when you’re more worried about if he’d had a good time than yourself. The charged energy between you grows softer, you lean into his touch when he brushes your wild strands of hair from your face.

“You’re remarkable,” his voice is barely above a whisper and your cheeks flare with heat again, looking away from his haunting gaze to take in the late night sky through his vast windows that spread across the walls in his bedroom. You could watch the city lights compete with the stars for hours like this, in his arms feels safer than anything you’ve ever felt before.

“I’m debating on when I should worry about my father,” your voice chuckles after a while, throat sore from sucking him dry earlier as well as all the crying and moaning you’d been doing all night. Sylus simply exhales, swiping his thumb across your soft cheek while he contemplates a response.

“Not tonight, that’s all I ask. Let me have you to myself for a little longer.” He rolls your bodies so that your side rests against the cool silk, still facing his unfairly handsome features. His eyes were soft on yours, holding you prisoner in the moment and you shyly smile at the suddenly soft, older man. “M’kay,” you murmur before nuzzling into his chest for comfort.

The two of you lazily lay there for a while longer before equally deciding it was time to clean off. He leaves first, kissing your lips with that same urgent, yet lazy pace before heading towards the bathroom.

You take the second alone to roll over and reach for your phone that was sitting face down on his night stand. The faint sound of a shower running can be heard from the bathroom but it falls on deaf ears as you read the multiple missed texts from your father.

Dad: just got home from dinner where are you?

Dad: did i forget you mentioning plans or something? why aren’t you answering?

Dad: is everything okay??

Sylus comes back into the room to find you urgently typing on your phone, finding himself only slightly nervous when he walks up and caresses your ankle from behind. “Are you okay?” He asks before you turn your head from your phone to look at him with your own nervous smile.

“Heh, um, you could say that,” you turn your phone to show your dad’s best friend the most recent message that your dad had sent you. His red eyes widen at the text in front of him.

Dad: are you out with Sylus right now? that asshole said he had a date- don’t tell me it’s with you.

Oh shit.

“Um, I think I might need to start worrying just a little bit tonight.” You grin sheepishly at Sylus whose towering over you, eyes still locked on your phone screen while in deep thought.

You’re both dead meat after tonight.

So worth it.