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Following your heart isn't always the correct choice....
... But it might just be the only way to feel at peace
Shichiro's Cursed Technique is bound to Sukuna as a means to serve the King of curses as a guard dog. His clan used to be powerful back in the Heian era due to this, serving Sukuna and providing him inheritors of the 'Bestial convergence' technique every time the previous came to pass. Through a binding vow, the inheritor of the Bestial convergence can only access its full power when it's for serving Sukuna. Together with that, the holder of the technique also feels an overwhelming need to serve Sukuna.
Following your heart isn't always the correct choice....
... But it might just be the only way to feel at peace
Shichiro's Cursed Technique is bound to Sukuna as a means to serve the King of curses as a guard dog. His clan used to be powerful back in the Heian era due to this, serving Sukuna and providing him inheritors of the 'Bestial convergence' technique every time the previous came to pass. Through a binding vow, the inheritor of the Bestial convergence can only access its full power when it's for serving Sukuna. Together with that, the holder of the technique also feels an overwhelming need to serve Sukuna.
Oh the intimate moments of 2 men that're way too horny for their own good๐๐
I GOT A HELLA GOOD COMMISSION BACK FROM GIO, AND THEN SUMMER WROTE A SHORT FIC ON IT AND I'M -- DKSJJDJWJE โค๏ธโค๏ธ
Art by: @gixsess
Fic by: @tripleyeeet
Fic tags: Smut, Gojo Satoru x Male OC, biting, overstimulation, slight humiliation
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Satoruโs breath is heavy. The air that pushes from his lips bordering on literal steam as it puffs into the crook of Shichiroโs neck. The sound of it low and rhythmic, matching the low smack of flesh meeting flesh. Hips driving into ass to create a low groan that breaks through.
With a smile, his mouth curls into a grin and moves towards his partnerโs skin, edging for a kiss to the throat that never comes while he drives further in. Every part of him watching in amusement as the man wrapped inside his forceful hold, shudders under his touch. His arms wobbling under the pressure of his pleasure, causing Satoru to hum.
โAw, barely been at this and youโre already whimpering like a little pup.โ
His voice is low and chastising. The desire to tease higher on his list of things to inflict as his fingers imbed themselves into Shichiroโs roots to roughly yank and pull back his head, smirking when their eyes finally meet.
โThought you were tougher than that, Chiro.โ
In response, Shichiro grits his teeth, a low growl emitting from his throat that only drives Satoru to pull away his hips and piston back. The rough sensation only making it harder for him to think of a comeback.
Because now that his mind is far focused on the feeling of Satoruโs cock wedged deeply in his ass, he canโt really think straight. Not when thereโs this pressure building inside of him; the steady flow of movement practically ripping him apart as he wobbles on sore hands and knees against the floor.
So, instead he takes it. The pounding of Satoruโs cock; the teasing tone of his annoyingly smug voice; the pain of knowing heโll inevitably lose this round and never hear the end of it. He takes all of it begrudgingly, knowing that, despite wanting to argue โto defy and conquer the man he often seeks to pick fights withโ he just has to relent for once. To give into his more human desires in the form of groan that just makes Satoru laugh.
โSo noisy,โ he teases. โMight have to muzzle you next time, huh?โ
Again, Shichiro just growls, not really helping his case. Especially not after Satoruโs hands start to roam to new places including his own cock to gently stroke and make him twitch. A shiver of motion running through his spine that has the man wrapped roughly around him starts to pick up the pace. Both his cock and hands moving in tandem to render Shichiro practically useless.
Panting loudly, his fingers dig into the floor beneath him, itching to hold onto something as heโs stimulated to all hell. Every part of his body allowing that same pressure to build without protest as Satoru works him up, muttering words of humiliation in his ear โtelling him what a pathetic mess he is, until Shichiroโs coming in the manโs hand. His breath absolutely ragged as his head dips down and his eyes close, everything becoming too much as Satoru refuses to stop.
At which point, his gaze gets a little hazy. Alongside his emptying mind, all he feels is the subtle pain of continued pleasure. The sensation bordering the exit of enjoyment as Satoru continues to have his fill, pushing harder and faster while his hand moves back to Shichiroโs hair for support โthe other digging his fingers into his hip.
โFuck, Toru, Iโโ
Satoru huffs, his hips alternating positions until he feels himself teetering on the edge, his body leaning forward to engulf his partner. โJust be a good boy for me, yeah? Just โshitโ just for a sec.โ
Giving in, Shichiro just nods and breathes. Everything feeling too much as Satoruโs mouth moves to his neck, offering an uncharacteristically soft nip that he laps at with a groan. The sound causing both of them to twitch and writhe, eventually trigger their shared pleasure to end when Satoru finally comes, too.
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SUMMARY: During a long shift, a certain regular catches your eye. Possibly your heart too, after treating you to a night of pampering.
PAIRING: Shiu Kong/Female Reader
WARNINGS: 18+ sexual content, oral sex (fem receiving), penetrative sex that turns somno, basically just a lot of soft, unrealistic domesticity really.
A/N: Life's been hard so here's a super self indulgent fic about Shiu simply taking care of reader <3 I've literally been writing this for nearly 3 weeks straight so hopefully somebody likes it.
WC: 9K (oof)
MASTERLIST
After around the fourth or fifth Friday in a row of seeing him, you finally notice he's staring. With heavy-lidded eyes throughout the night, his gaze is seemingly locked onto your frame as you rush around the bar, tending to everyoneโs needs. His body angled so that he can get a good look at you grabbing bottles and garnishes while carefully weaving around your coworkers like youโre dancing to the beat of the music that blares through the speakers.ย
When you notice, you feel your focus flicker for just a second. As you stop to speak to a pair of women, chatting about something mundane and entirely uninteresting, suddenly itโs like thereโs this target locked against the side of your face. The imaginary barrel of a gun pointing directly at you, ready to take the shot, causing your gaze to shift.ย
Like usual, heโs tucked into the farthest corner, casually leaning against the bar. His expression appearing almost empty as you glance over to see heโs clad in a simple suit. His jacket discarded onto the bar top beside him, leaving only a button-up and a loosened tie, prompting you to raise a brow.ย
He usually never stays long enough to take off his jacketโฆย
โUh, hello!โย
Deep in thought, suddenly the drunken snarl of one of the girls pulls you back. A wave of annoyance washing over as you release a breath and look back, making sure to smile. โSorry, what was that?โ
Afterwards, you let out a casual laugh and joke about your bad hearing before they thankfully laugh alongside you, eventually repeating their order. The simple exchange giving you the chance to refocus on the task at hand, moving over to the ice machine to start filling up your shaker tins.ย
โSeems like someoneโs got an admirer.โย
While pouring various spirits, your coworker, Himari, gently bumps her hip against yours. A signal that she recognizes the familiar man, too. His presence continuing to linger in ways that make you let out another laugh, this time the sound echoing your nerves. โCalm down, Iโm sure heโs just looking for a top-up.โย
Almost immediately, she shakes her head. โNah, heโs fully giving you the eyes, babe.โย
At that, you roll your own and give her an almost smug look, your eyes flickering to see him almost smirking โas if somehow he can hear you talking over the music. โYeah, okay.โย
โYou want to go talk to him?โ
You shake your head almost immediately, even though deep down you canโt deny your interest. Considering heโs practically become a staple over these last few weeks, thereโs a part of you that wants to say hi. Maybe to introduce yourself so that you can better build that classic bartender-customer rapport. But then, you notice the huge crowd of people swarming around. Every one of them vying for your attention with drunken minds and heavy pockets, causing the desire to earn money to outweigh everything else.ย
Which ultimately ends up costing you a lot of energy in the long run. As the night quickly progresses, you can feel your mind begin to cave in on itself. Each customer that comes after the next becoming more and more of a chore to deal with thanks to the intake of alcohol. Eventually, testing your patience towards the ragged businessmen who always demand Old Fashions or the group of young college kids who scream for more tequila shots.ย
Every passing moment makes you wish youโd taken your coworker up on her previous offer. Especially now that the barโs completely packed, leaving barely any room to breathe let alone speak, you wish you could turn back time. Stop the clock and wind it back so that, instead of just watching the man who still idly sits, almost acting unaware of the chaos that surrounds him, you could talk to him. Maybe ask him what he does or how his day went. Using his presence as an excuse to take a load off while you offer up all your usual jokes in hopes heโll slowly warm up to you.
And the longer you think about it, the more the idea foolishly creates a sense of longing. Your stomach tightening at the sight of him shifting in his seat, wondering if thatโll be the moment he finally calls it quits. The sight of him only moving just to further settle on the stool making you scrunch up your face in annoyance, realizing how crazy youโre acting.ย
Considering heโs nothing more than a stranger, the impulse you feel to connect with him is completely ridiculous. Nothing more than some silly delusion brought on by the exhaustion, you tell yourself. His residency amongst the rowdy crowd serving as nothing more than some false oasis thatโll inevitably disappoint you if you go over.ย
So, you donโt. Instead, forcing your mind to think about the money, you allow every tip to fuel you. Each one navigating you further from his frame, your mind too immersed in the task at hand until suddenly last call rolls around.
At which point, you find yourself forced to talk to him. After you notice your coworkers pushed deep into the trenches of last-minute orders, you realize then that you just have to do it. To be the one to bite the bullet and find out why exactly this guyโs decided to pick tonight of all nights to linger and stare. Your tired feet pushing you to stand directly across from him, arms spread across the counter to hold yourself up as you offer a smile.ย
โWeโre doing last call,โ you tell him, watching him slowly glance between you and the empty beer bottle in his hand. โYou want one more?โ
He ponders for a minute, his other hand moving to stroke his chin as he sort of smiles to himself, eventually shrugging. โYeah, sure, why not.โ
In response, you give him a nod and shuffle over to the fridge to get him another, grabbing the opener off your belt to shuck it off before trading him for the old one. โYou got a tab to close?โย
He nods.ย
โWhatโs it under?โย
โKong.โย
This time, you nod, rushing away to grab his receipt โtyping in the name to find a rather abysmal order of four beers, not including the one you just gave him.ย
Thatโs all he drank? Damnโฆย
โSo, howโs your night been?โย
Handing him the receipt after it prints, you watch as he pulls out a handful of bills and tosses them on top of the piece of paper. His expression seeming a bit distracted as he eventually looks at you and blinks. โItโs been fine. A bit dull, honestly.โย
โYeah, how come?โย
โNobody to talk to,โ he simply says. The sound of his voice expressing such a casual tone despite the weight of his words hitting you like a brick. The implication of his admission making you swallow hard before awkwardly laughing, not sure if his comment was even necessarily meant for you.ย
โYeah, well, Fridayโs are a little nuts, unfortunately.โ
Glancing around, he takes a moment to take in the sight of all the drunken bodies crowding around, waiting for their final turn. The gears in his head turning for a bit before he looks back at you. โIโm starting to realize that.โ
โYeah.โย
Releasing a low hum, you then wonder if maybe you should say your goodbyes or linger a bit longer, knowing deep down you should probably do the former. Seeing as itโs your job and already you can sense the frustrations of those who surround the space youโre currently occupying, looking at you with desperate eyes, itโs probably better if you just throw in the towel. Call it night and maybe try again next week. But then thereโs a moment where you look back at each other and thereโs this feeling. A pressure in your stomach that makes you swallow hard and start to settle. Your body practically leaning into his space as you narrow your eyes.ย
โHow come youโre here so late, anyway?โ you ask, allowing the curiosity youโve secretly harboured all night to finally release.
Once again, he shrugs. Only this time, thereโs a faint smile pulling across his face. โFigured it might be fun to people watch for a bit longer.โย
Bullshit.ย
Regardless of such a thought, a smile of your own appears in response โyour mind unconvinced. โWas it fun?โย
โThe people watching?โย
You nod.ย
He shrugs.ย
Then, both of you become lost in this strange limbo of charged silence. Your thoughts now drifting to wonder why all of a sudden he seems soโฆ interesting as you continue to watch him lift the beer to his lips to take a sip.ย
โSโpose it was alright.โ
Slightly taken aback by his bluntness, you canโt help but snort in response. Your eyes rolling as he chuckles and you reach for the cash in front of you, taking a moment to count it, realizing itโs well over the asking price. โWell, Iโm glad it wasnโt a total bore for you,โ you tell him after, shoving it all into the pocket of your apron. โOtherwise you might not come back.โย
โDidnโt realize you cared if I came back.โ
As soon as you notice the smug expression that begins to appear across his face after he speaks, your mouth presses into a thin line. Realizing then that your words are the perfect fuel for him to keep the conversation going.ย
โI walked into that one, didnโt I?โย
โSure did, sweetheart.โย
Again, he chuckles and takes another sip, continuing to stare. His eyes practically memorizing every move you make as you try to appear busy by reaching for a handful of dirty glasses and tucking them under the bar.
โWell, canโt deny that Iโd hate to see you go. Youโre one of the good ones.โย
โAm I?โ
You grab a cloth and start to wipe down the counter, watching him lean back to give you more space. His expression continuing to showcase how pleased he seems at your words. โI mean, yeah. Youโre quiet, you wait your turn, you tip,โ you begin to list off a handful of reasons, each one piquing his interest as he watches you dart around, continuing to close. โYouโre also not creepy. Unless you count the staring problem.โย
Despite your comment, he merely just takes another sip, completely unfazed. โCaught that, huh?โ
โHard not to when you donโt even try to hide it, Mr. Kong,โ you tease.ย
โShiu.โย
At that, you scrunch up your face in confusion. โSorry?โย
โMy name,โ he clarifies. โItโs Shiu.โ
Shiu.ย
Standing there for a few moments, you repeat the name in your head so it doesnโt get lost. Committing the sound to memory before you offer your hand across the counter, saying your own name in return. Immediately clocking the way he seems to repeat your tactic, allowing it to sink in.
โNice to finally put a name to a face.โย
โLikewise.โ
Still shaking his hand, you then hear the sound of Himari calling you. The sudden sound pulling you from this strange bubble of ease youโve somehow settled in, causing you to swear under your breath. โSorry, I uhโโ
โItโs okay. Duty calls?โ
Glancing between him and the never-ending line of customers still waiting for their final drinks, you release a sigh and nod. โUnfortunately.โย
โGood luck.โ
Itโs the last thing you hear from him after you offer an awkward wave goodbye. The tone of his voice, forever casual and polite. A direct contrast to the type of response youโre used to getting from men who try to talk to you, causing your mind to regret not reaching out sooner.ย
Because maybe if you had, the rest of your night wouldnโt have been so awful. As you shift back into bartender mode, ushering person after person to order their drinks as fast as possible, maybe you couldโve felt content instead of disappointed. The feeling of satisfaction fuelling your drive rather than allowing the sadness to slow you down, knowing you might have to wait a whole other week to see him again.
And thatโs if he decides to come back. Which, unfortunately, is a thought that plagues you even after youโve finished cleaning the fridges and the floors and theโ
โSaw you talking to Shiu.โ
Your thoughts are interrupted again. The mention of him making you faintly smile even though the mere thought of him also kind of stresses you out. โYeah. Heโsโฆ surprisingly nice.โ
โI know. Iโm the one who usually serves him.โ Himari smiles almost proudly when she says that, her teeth peeking out from between her parted lips as she throws her bag over her shoulder, following you towards the door.
โYou must like him then,โ you joke, nudging your elbow against hers. โWith the way he tips and all that.โย
Himari snorts and pulls her keys out, spinning them around her finger as you push open the door, allowing her to follow behind before turning back to lock up. โItโs definitely a plus, Iโll admit. But heโs a decent guy, too โfun to talk to.โย
โYeah?โ
She nods, distractedly pulling out her phone to shoot her boyfriend a text. Most likely telling him that sheโs finished for the night and heading home like she usually does before glancing back up. โDoesnโt hurt that heโs easy on the eyes either.โ
Upon hearing that, you canโt help but swallow a bit. Especially after you clock the way her expression immediately turns mischievous. Her lips curling upwards as she wiggles her brows, forcing you to turn away and shove your hands into the pockets of your coat. Your mind foolishly starting to concoct his image without warning. The sight of his warm, slightly aged features shifting to the forefront of your thoughts causing you to narrow your eyes.ย
โYeah, I mean, I guess heโsโฆ decent,โ you lie, knowing deep down heโs definitely more than that because if anything heโs exactly your type.ย
Which is why Himari quickly glances at you, completely unconvinced as she begins to walk, leading you around the corner to where the two of you usually park your cars. โJust decent?โ she then pries, raising a brow.ย
At which point, you know your reaction is a dead giveaway. Thanks to the way your mouth awkwardly opens and closes, unable to come up with a viable enough answer to make it seem like you see him as anything other than attractive, you know she knows. Prompting you to huff in response and look away, hearing her laugh as she pokes your arm.ย
โYou know he thinks youโre cute too, right?โ
Your neck practically breaks from how quickly you turn to face her, your brows knitting together in slight shock. โWhat?โย
โWhat? You seriously didnโt pick up on that? Why do you think I was trying to get you to talk to him earlier?โ
You shrug your shoulders, suddenly feeling a bit embarrassed. โI donโt know, I just figured you wereโโ
โTrying to set you up with some random guy?โ
At first, you pause, then you sigh, realizing yes. That's exactly what you figured she was doing.
โIs that why it took you so long to go talk to him?โย
You realize then you donโt really have an answer that doesnโt sound completely selfish, causing you to cross your arms over your chest and sort of pout as you walk the rest of the way to your cars in silence. Noticing from the corner of your eye another vehicle that's parked a few stalls away, a familiar body occupying its driverโs seat.ย
โSpeak of the devil and he shall appear,โ you hear Himari practically sing then. Her voice filled with a specific air of humour that has you scoffing and lightly shoving her aside. The act causing her to retaliate with a shove of her own that makes both of you laugh, inevitably catching the attention of the driver.ย
Slowly but surely, his eyes move to make eye contact with yours, stilling for a moment before lighting up entirely. And itโs a sight that makes your stomach twist a bit. As you watch the lines around his eyes become more prominent before theyโre whisked away by the turn of his neck, you canโt help but deny your attraction. That undeniable pull from earlier returning with a vengeance as you deeply breathe and try to turn back to Himari, realizing sheโs already halfway inside her vehicle, waving goodbye.ย
โYouโre leaving already?โ you then whisper through clenched teeth โyour eyes darting between her and Shiu whoโs back to staring. The pupils of his eyes practically boring holes into your skull as you see him reach to pop his door open.ย
โHave fun,โ you hear Himari say. Then after a few painfully short seconds pass, sheโs gone. The rumble of her old, worn-out car drifting into the distance as you continue to stand there, confused as to how youโre meant to proceed now that thereโs not a bar top wedged between you or another body to turn to for guidance if the conversation gets stale. The lack of crutches making you shove your hands into the pockets of your jeans and awkwardly clear your throat, watching him move forward, his expression amused and soft. The kind of look that makes you both terrified and interested. A mix of anxious energy flowing through your veins as he stops in front of you, offering what appears to be the subtle etchings of a smirk as he mirrors the hands inside your pockets.ย
โLong time no see.โย
You hum and nod, your lips curling into a small grin. โIt would seem so.โย
โHave a good close?โย
Shrugging your shoulders, you turn to glance around the parking lot, immediately clocking the absence of the usual buzzing energy that surrounds you whenever heโs around. The lack of drunken bodies and blaring music making the conversation abruptly stop. Your mind suddenly failing to fill in the blanks as you continue to stand, distractedly picking at the fabric inside your pocket.ย
Which is something Shiu recognizes as he lets out a chuckle and looks at the ground, his expression shifting from confident to nervous in a single second, making you feel weirdly calm as you join in, laughing over your shared silence.ย
โSorry, I tend to forget how to properly talk after a long shift,โ you eventually admit, moving your hands to rub your eyes.
โItโs okay. We donโt have to talk,โ he replies. โWe can just stand here.โ
As your hands slowly peel down your face, you canโt help but curiously narrow your eyes at that. Your interest piquing as he pulls out a carton of cigarettes, popping a single one in his mouth before pocketing the box, and switching it out for a lighter.ย
โYou smoke?โย
โSometimes.โย
Cupping his hand around the end, he flicks his thumb against the spark wheel โthe familiar crackle of flame sounding between the two of you before he sucks and sighs, releasing a plume of smoke strategically away from your face.
โThatโs a bad habit.โย
You canโt help but snort, watching as he hands it over. His fingers gently grazing against yours in the process. โBit of a hypocritical statement, donโt you think?โ
โOh, I donโt smoke.โ
โAh, of course. So this is one of those healthy cigarettes theyโve supposedly invented?โย
He motions towards your hand, nodding. โGood eye.โย
At that, you roll your eyes, fighting the urge to smile as you press your lips around the aforementioned cigarette. Allowing that familiar bitter taste of nicotine to hit your tongue as you take a deep breath and hand it back. His fingers brushing against yours for the second time.ย
โSo, what are you still doing here anyways?โย
You know itโs a bold question, despite the answer being obvious. More than likely heโs here because he wants to talk to you. To speak to you without the pressure of a purchase or a time limit lingering in the background. To vocalize whatever thoughts might come to mind without having to yell across a counter coated in the remnants of sticky cocktails.
All of itโs obvious to you before you even ask, but still, thereโs a portion of your brain that canโt help but deny it. That small sliver of space making you question his intentions. Your insecurities lingering, making you wonder if he finds your pretty or interesting or if he just wants to fuck.
โThought Iโd wait to see if you wanted to continue our conversation from back there.โ As he speaks, he motions in the general direction of the bar with his chin. All while his hand rises to take another few puffs of smoke into his mouth. His lips parting to push the excess out in a steady stream before he grins again. โSorry, is that too forward of me?โย
You shake your head almost immediately. Then, you raise your hand for the passing of the cigarette, holding it for a moment as you try to articulate your thoughts into words. Eventually settling on, โNo, I like forward. Forwardโs good, makes things easy.โย
In response, he raises a brow, watching you part your lips and suck, his eyes never leaving yours even after youโve finished smoking and have moved to give it back. His stare intensely making you almost shiver when his fingers bump against you. โGlad we can agree.โ
You let out an approving hum and cross your arms over your chest. The urge to do something with your hands overwhelming your mind as you look down at the pavement and readjust your stance, moving a tad bit closer.ย
โSo, uh, do you want to hang out or justโฆ?โ
โJust what?โ
His expression contorts again, the previous casualty of it shifting into some foreign and heavy. The weight of it making you clear your throat and glance at the ground again, trying to find the right words to say in order to convey your preference without actually outright stating it.ย
โHang out,โ is what you end up saying, your tone a bit more suggestive, praying he understands the difference.
โHang out or hang out?โ
โYeahโฆ.โ
The moments that pass are awkward. A mess of silent tension and narrowed eyes. His gaze lingering against the side of your face when you inevitably turn your head in embarrassment, knowing youโve fucked it. Whatever this is, youโve absolutely, truly fuโ
โCan I pick both? Is that an option or is it more of a red pill, blue pill situation?โย
You quickly turn to face him, unable to hide the surprise that appears across your face as you open your mouth, partially stuttering. โIโd uh โIโd be fine with both, yeah.โ
He hums almost happily as he finally takes another drag. After flicking the excess ash thatโs formed, he smiles around the smoke and takes a few deep inhales before he makes the pass, watching you shake your head before he drops whateverโs left on the ground to stomp it out.ย
โYou hungry?โ
You are โstarving, actually. But, at the same time as you look around, trying to gauge how to say that, you canโt deny the lack of options. The obvious late night hour forcing a potential limit as you inevitably look back and your eyes sharing a flicker of something you canโt quite place before you say, โWe could go back to mine and I can make us something?โย
Itโs enough to force his smile to branch out further. The obvious excitement taking over when you then ask for his phone, inputting the address to your apartment before you tell him youโll meet him there. The anticipation of it all nearly killing you as you appropriately part ways to your respective cars, wondering what happens next.ย
As expected, the whole way there your mind fills with various scenarios. Each one eventually leading to the same result, prompting you to instinctively tighten your fingers around the steering wheel with a heavy breath. Every end scene making you swallow hard and feel a bit warm, imagining what he might be like. How he might approach the hang-out portion of your time spent together. What his hands might feel like. Or his mouth.ย
By the time you arrive, standing outside waiting, your thoughts are a mess. The wreckage of lewd thoughts mingling with more appropriate ones to create a buzz of nerves as you shift your weight on each foot. Your body slowly but surely pacing across the length of your apartment entrance as you quietly hum to yourself, thinking about how to greet him. Which, unfortunately, is a thought that causes you to spiral further. The expectancy to be charming and appealing suddenly becoming less of an afterthought now that heโs going to be entering your space.ย
No longer in a neutral zone, youโre well aware you have to make some sort of impression that isnโt just flirting behind a bar for tips. You have to be nice and attractive in a less abrupt, business-y way. To give him what he wants without being too desperate. To be endearing. To keep him interested despite knowing next to nothing about him or what he likes or wants or needs.ย
Biting your thumbnail, it comes to a point where youโre left exhausted before he even shows up, and stupidly, the thought of cancelling on him does cross your mind. Feeling the expectations are suddenly too high you debate waiting until he gets here to make some bullshit excuse about being too tired or feeling sick. But then he parks and gets out of his car, offering you that same soft grin from earlier and you kind of melt on the spot. All of your previous desires rushing to the forefront of your mind, causing your heart to beat a little quicker when you press your fob against the edge of the door and invite him in. No longer feeling as anxious as you walk up the stairs to the third floor, casually chatting about the drive.ย
โYou didnโt get lost or anything?โย
He shakes his head, following you down the hall. His face still sporting that same grin that makes your own mouth upturn without warning. โIโm assuming you found your way without any trouble, too?โย
You scoff out a laugh and nod, eventually reaching down to unlock your door when you make it there. Feeling your fingers twitch as you work the lock and push it open, suddenly realizing that heโs here โstepping inside your apartment like it isnโt the most nerve-wracking experience youโve endured in a while.ย
โYou can hang your coat there if you want,โ you then tell him, motioning to the hooks behind the door when he slowly closes it. Your eyes lingering as he casually steps out of his shoes before following your instructions; his own eyes glancing around.ย
โNice place.โย
Moving towards the kitchen, you drop your stuff on one of the stools that line the island, offering an appreciative hum. โThanks. Itโs a bit small, but itโs just me, soโฆโ
After nodding, he steps further in to continue surveying. His eyes focusing on the overflowing bookshelf in the corner and the cluster of plants near the window. His eyes shifting position with each new object he takes in, clearly finding certain things more interesting than others.
โYou ever get lonely all cooped up in here?โย
As expected, the question catches you a bit off guard, but you quickly recover by turning away to open the fridge. Taking a moment to scan the contents before deciding that some kind of stir-fry is probably your best chance at a proper meal. โI guess sometimes I do,โ you eventually say after gathering your thoughts. All while collecting a handful of veggies from one of the lower drawers before turning back around to place them on the counter. โWhy?โ
He presses his palms against the marble that separates you, his expression softening when he looks up to see you already whizzing around to grab an apron and tie it around your waist. The speed of your hands afterwards darting to grab a knife off the magnetic strip on the wall, making him huff.ย
โYou said you lived alone,โ he points out, watching you dip down to grab a cutting board from one of the drawers beneath you โyour head bobbing in and out of view before returning not long after. โGot curious.โย
โAbout my loneliness levels?โ You raise a brow at him, reaching for a handful of mushrooms to chop.ย
โYeah, what would you rate them?โ He grins.
As you quickly guide your knife back and forth, you smile back and glance up for just a second. โRight now? Probably a two.โย
โOkay, but how about in general?โ
You scrunch up your face, trying to think of an accurate number. โMaybe a seven?โย
โA seven?โ
Sensing that wasnโt the answer he was expecting, you let out a nervous laugh, feeling your hands begin to still as you look back up, watching the shock on his face. โWhat? Is that bad?โ
He lets out a scoff, shaking his head. โThatโs a dangerously high number, sweetheart. Donโt you have friends that can help lower that?โย
In response, you roll your eyes before pushing your chopped mushrooms aside and reaching for some carrots. Your thoughts shifting to whether or not heโs simply flirting or if thereโs a genuine hint of concern in his voice.ย
โI mean, Iโve got weird work hours, so no. Not really.โ
โWhat about Himari?โ
You shrug. โSheโs usually with her boyfriend.โย
He goes silent for a couple of seconds after that, causing you to look up and see him appear lost in thought before he inevitably catches your gaze. Both of you staring at each other for a couple of seconds, your eyes narrowing in curiosity until Shiu finally clears his throat and wanders around the counter to your side, holding out his hand.ย
โYou shouldnโt be cooking for me after a long shift,โ he suddenly tells her. โEspecially not if Iโm the first friend youโve hung out with in ages.โ
Youโre not sure whether to be offended or flattered at that moment, so you just resort to parting your lips and staring. The entirety of you unable to comprehend why this guy โthis incredibly stable and attractive-looking guyโ has decided that out of the blue, youโre his friend and he needs to cook for you.
โItโs not a big deal. I like cooking.โ
Stepping closer, he starts to unbutton the sleeves of his shirt and roll them up, shaking his head the entire time. โNobody likes cooking, sweetheart. Not after a shift of dealing with shitty college kids throwing money in their face.โ
โNo, seriously itโsโโ
He cuts you off with a huff. The kind that instantly has you pressing your lips together, knowing deep down heโs right. Aside from the hunger in your stomach and the desire to impress him, the last thing you want to be doing is cooking. So, you donโt argue when he eventually pushes his hand closer, wiggling his fingers for you to transfer over the knife, or when he tells you to take off the apron and sit down.ย
โGood girl. Now what am I making here?โย
When he looks down to take a quick inventory of the ingredients, you feel your stomach flip at his words. The very obviously suggestive term of endearment making your eyes slightly widen when you know heโs not looking before you quickly reset your face and reply, โI was just gonna make stir-fry.โย
โOkay, good I can work with that. Whereโs your sauces?โ
Youโre about to stand when he points the knife at you, scolding your behaviour like youโre some sort of child heโs been tasked with keeping in line. The sight of him making your eyes roll as you point to the cupboard left of the ovenโs hood vent. โNoodles are to the right, too.โ
In response, he puts down the knife, appearing pleased before he turns to gather everything he needs. His arms stretching upward, causing your eyes to trail the length of his back with interest, admiring the view.
โDo you have any honโ were you just staring at my ass?โย
Looking up, you blink and part your lips before shaking your head in embarrassment. โNo.โ
โNo? Then what were you looking at?โ As if to better prove his point he looks down at the space around him, examining seemingly every aspect of the kitchen before he looks back at you with a skeptical look. โI feel like youโre lying.โย
โIโm not, I swear.โย
Holding back the urge to laugh, you press your lips together and breathe, watching him shake his head before continuing the process of chopping produce and putting together a simple sauce. Both of which he performs with a surprising amount of ease while cooking the noodles and making conversation.ย
โSo, howโd you wind up bartending?โย
โStarted doing it during college and realized I liked it more than sitting in a classroom. So, I dropped out and started doing it full time.โ
โGood money Iโm guessing?โย
You grin and nod, prompting him to snort as he eventually begins to sautรฉ. His wrist flicking the pan with every burst of flame that surrounds the base. โWhat do you do?โ
When he hesitates to respond, you already know itโs bad. Or, at the very least, an answer both of you know has the potential to change the trajectory of the night. A detail you donโt particularly want to think about now that youโve decided that heโs actually kind ofโฆย
โIโm kind of like a mediator,โ he eventually says, his tone unsure as he stares at the pan, watching the veggies begin to crisp above the heat of the stovetop. โBasically, I connect a pair of clients together and make sure the jobs they collaborate on go according to plan.โย
โBit of an odd way to describe a job,โ you point out, leaning your elbows against the counter as you hold your chin in your hands. โIโm assuming itโs a little less than legal.โย
That comment surprises him. You can tell because almost immediately after heโs looking at you like heโs angry. All narrow-eyed with pinched brows and a frown, causing you to laugh.ย
โRelax, I work a service job in one of the shadier parts of town. Iโve seen my fair share of illegal things.โ
โRight.โย
He seems skeptical, but thankfully he doesnโt dwell on it for long. Seeming to accept your answer in at least some capacity, he instead moves on by turning his attention back to the food, combining all the finished ingredients to create a delicious looking dish that has your mouth already watering.ย
โQuestion though, you wouldnโt happen to be a chef on the side would you?โ
He snorts and wanders around your kitchen in search of bowls, eventually finding the right cupboard on his second try. โNo. Iโm just a guy who knows how to cut shit up and cook it in a pan.โย
โHey, you made noodles and sauce, too. Give yourself some credit.โ
This time, he rolls his eyes and hands you a bowl before opening a random drawer to successfully find your cutlery, causing him to grin. โYou should probably try it before offering any sort of praise.โ
โFair,โ you respond with a laugh, taking the fork he inevitably offers you with a dramatic before digging in without question. Your mouth practically inhaling the food he so graciously made with a hum.ย
โGood?โ
โSo good,โ you mumble, using the back of your hand to hide your lack of manners as he lets out a sigh of relief and starts to dish some up for himself.ย
โThank god. Imagine I made all this and it ended up tasting like shit. Fucking embarrassing.โ
Too distracted to do much of anything but eat by that point, you merely chuckle and continue shovelling forkful after forkful down until youโre done. The entire concept of conversation lost as you focus on filling your aching stomach. Something youโre sure Shiu finds a bit awkward as he lingers near the oven, opting to lean against the back counter to eat and sometimes stare rather than sit next to you.
โYou must be starving over there,โ he eventually points out. "My food canโt be that good.โ
Leaning over to rip a piece of paper towel off the roll on your counter, you pause to wipe your mouth before smiling. โTourist season is so insane. I didnโt get a chance to eat dinner during my shift,โ you reply honestly, dropping your napkin to prepare one of your final bites. โThis is also really good, though. Better than mine.โย
โYeah?โย
You nod, finishing the meal off. Every part of you feeling satisfied as you sink further into your chair, watching as Shiuโs face subtly lights up at your praise. โReally good sauce. Howโd you measure?โ
โWith the heart? I donโt know,โ he says with a shrug, flashing you a smug grin that has the inside of your stomach doing somersaults. Your body shifting in your chair to set down your bowl and slowly stretch. All while trying not to think about the way his eyes seem to linger on your frame, taking in your sudden discomfort โstudying it with slightly narrowed eyes that cause you to anxiously glance away.ย
Which only makes the fear that grows worse, unaware of where his gaze might sit. Considering he seems to be far more curious and attentive than the average person youโve experienced, the lack of awareness only serves to quicken your heart rate. The pounding drum of your organ making you swallow hard and slowly look back, watching as he reaches for your fork and bowl, turning his attention to the act of cleaning instead.ย
โOh, no, you donโtโโ
Without missing a beat, he looks up at you with those same eyes as before. Two thin slits warning you to back off as he deposits each dish carefully into the sink. Then, without protest, each of his hands shift to grab your soap and sponge, lathering everything up beneath a steady stream of warm water.ย
โYou always this stubborn?โย
You frown, staring at his hands as he speaks, noticing the etchings of scars and freckles. Clusters of markings both grown and inflicted littering his skin like constellations. โNo.โย
He scoffs out a laugh, prompting you to look up and see him shaking his head. โHm, I have a hard time believing that.โ
โWhy?โ
He moves each dish to the drying rack as he speaks, his tone lowering a bit, like heโs revealing a secret. โWell, first off, youโre clearly not used to the whole concept of being taken care of,โ he points out.
You scrunch up your face at that, causing him to snort and shake his head again as he reaches for the tea towel that hangs off your oven door, using it to dry his hands.
โSee? Thatโs a typical reaction from someone whoโs overly independent.โย
โIโm not overly independent. Iโm perfectly fine.โย
Well aware of how youโre merely trying to defend yourself, Shiu then breaks out into a small smirk and leans across the counter, resting his elbows on the edge as he inches forward. His body ever so slowly attempting to enter as much of your space as he can. โThen you wonโt mind if I keep doing what Iโm doing, then?โ he asks, raising his brow. โWithout complaint.โย
At first, you donโt really understand what he means. Thanks to the fact that youโre more focused on the proximity of his face to yours, the comment entirely flies over your head. The sultry tone of his voice failing to hit your ears as you narrow your eyes and cock your head, trying to make sense of it all.
Because truthfully, he doesnโt make much sense to you. With his pretty face and casually, suave demeanour, you canโt understand why heโd willing to dote on you merely for the sake of sex. Or, why, despite your lack of answer to his statement, he remains entirely still โhis patience unwavering even after youโve let out a gentle huff.ย
โIโll warn you now, I tend to complain a lot.โย
โDuring sex?โย
Almost immediately, you close your eyes in embarrassment, remembering that the trajectory of your conversation has since changed to that, prompting you to sigh. โNo, I mean, just like, in general.โย
In response, he lets out a chuckle, causing you to pinch the bridge of your nose and release a deep breath, trying desperately to figure out how to recover until you feel his hand gripping the curve of your elbow, guiding it down to rest on your thigh with gentle fingers.ย
โAh, so not during sex,โ you then hear him say, the cool tone of his voice forcing your eyes to open back up realizing heโs now at your side, twirling your stool around to face him. โNoted.โย
Somehow feeling even more nervous, you open your mouth to respond but nothing comes out. Your appearance resembling the classic fish out of water look โall dead-eyed and empty-minded. Every previous thought and feeling lost once youโre ripped from the crest of the waves only to become wedged between his fingers.ย
Which is a look that, unsurprisingly, makes him laugh as he lowers himself down to your level when he sits down next to you. While using his hand to curiously explore the exposed parts of your forearm, you can tell heโs enjoying your response. The way your body slightly twitches forward to chase his hand or how you uncomfortably shift and avoid his gaze. Itโs obvious he finds it amusing, because not long after heโs drawing patterns into your calloused palm with a smile; his thumb circling each patch of roughness he finds, soothing the aches and pains of scrubbing bar tops and serving drinks.
โYouโre not used to this much attention, are you?โ
As he chuckles, you huff, unable to hide the obvious. โNot really, no.โย
โThatโs a damn shame.โย
Suddenly, you feel his other hand move to steady the one heโs massaging; both thumbs dragging down the centre of your palm towards your wrist, causing you to hum and flex your fingers, the desire for more slowly growing. The needs youโve long since pushed to the back of your mind returning with a vengeance in ways that make you swallow hard and glance between his face and the efforts of his labour.ย
It makes your chest ache pretty much instantly; the sight. Considering itโs been ages since someone has touched you like this โlike you simply deserve to beโ youโre starting to feel a bit breathless. The gesture of his hands ripping the air straight from your lungs as you open your mouth again, needing to speak.ย
โWhy are you doing all this for me?โ
Itโs a question thatโs pretty much driven you from the start. From the moment he first laid that hefty tip on the counter in front of you during your shift, you havenโt been able to stop yourself from wondering what he wants from you. Why heโs been so kind and giving despite knowing so little about you.ย
In response, he shrugs his shoulders, continuing his ministrations. Refusing to stop for even a second as a small grin peels across his face and he looks up. โI donโt know. Felt like you needed it.โ
And it sounds like nothing when he says it. All nonchalant and casual, as if he does this kind of thing all the time, but to you, itโs everything. Itโs complicated, yet simple. Painful, yet pleasant. A reminder that sometimes youโre human and need these kinds of things despite constantly brushing them off.ย
More importantly, though, it makes you feel desperate as your other hand shifts through the air to cup his cheek. And again when you suddenly lean in, pressing your mouth to his in order to finally taste the smoke on his tongue from your shared cigarette. The bitter flavour embedding itself in the cracks of your lips, driving you to push through the voice at the back of your mind telling you to stop.
Because usually, thatโs what you do. Whenever you feel any sort of tether, you take a knife and sever them off; refusing to get close. Defying the urge to connect in order to protect yourself. Avoiding the offers of hands that might want to hold you through the hard times.ย
However, beneath your touch, as Shiu stills for a moment in response, you donโt feel that at all. Instead, you just feel magnetized. The desire to move closer taking over when he inevitably joins by moving a hand to your waist โanother to the back of your neck to pull himself further in.ย
Humming softly, you then feel him tense beneath your fingers as you hungrily pull at his clothes. The rough touch of your roaming hands trying to find purchase in a place where the distance will hopefully feel less separate, driving him mad as he lifts you onto the counter and groans. Both of his hands returning the favour in unrestrained pushes and pulls as he maneuvers you to his liking and grins.ย
โCanโt say I was expecting that,โ he ends up telling you after you part ways; his tone haggard and heavy. The obvious presence of desire gracing the base of his throat, causing the heavy puffs of breath you share to quickly become the only sound other than the shuffling of fabric as he slides his fingers across the waistband of your jeans.ย
โMe either, to be fair.โย
His grin widens a bit at that. โNot in the habit of kissing strangers Iโm guessing?โ
As you go to shake your head, you feel his fingers start to fiddle with the top button of your pants. His knuckles brushing against the exposed parts of your lower stomach. Every subtle motion making you feel incredibly warm as your own hands find a home in the fabric of his collar.ย
โI tend to leave before the kissing happens. If Iโm honest.โ
โHow come?โ
You shrug, not wanting to get into it. Instead, wanting to feel what itโs like to continue moving forward and propel yourself into the unknown as you rest your forehead against his and close your eyes. Your scattered mind gradually calming down when his fingers understand what you need and begin to discard the lower half of your clothes. Each piece of fabric clumsily shifting off your skin, prompting Shiu to curse under his breath while you laugh and lift your hips to help.ย
โCould you wear tighter fucking jeans, Jesus, itโs like a damn chastity belt.โ
You snort and feel his fingers immediately pull your underwear to the side once he tosses your pants onto the floor. The dip of his mouth open and already watering, causing you to let out a panicked sound when he licks a long strip up your slit.
โJust relax.โย
The immediate heat of his words only serve to do the opposite as you try and shift your hips away only to be brought back and dove into once more. His hands now embedding themselves into your thighs to get a better angle, causing you to huff.ย
โWait, itโs okay. You donโt haveโโ
Youโre immediately silenced by the flattening of his tongue alongside his eyes which turn up in annoyance. His obvious distaste for your constant protesting becoming old, especially now that his mouth is wrapped around you, making your resolve quickly melt away when he applies a bit more pressure.ย
Breathing hard, you then keep your eyes locked downward, watching him pinch your thighs and explore with his tongue. The act of him pleasuring you for the sake of nothing in particular causing your mind to fog up. All the nervous energy you once felt seemingly evaporating like a puff of hot smoke now that heโs trailing his tongue through your folds, languidly inching his way across every nerve in search of something new. Like heโs mapping you out while he listens to every breath that falls from your open lips. Each pant spurring him further, prompting him to push his nose against your clit, prodding it with every movement he makes alongside the fingers that start to part your entrance.
Which overwhelms you completely. The presence of too many stimuli at once making you whimper under your breath and try to sneak away again. Your body craving some sort of release once you feel his tongue forcefully slip into your cunt; the softness of it slipping up and around until his face is practically embedding itself in your flesh. Joining you as one in ways that have you reaching for his hair just for something to keep you steady.
Because right now, youโre teetering on the edge of something. A precipice that you know should feel familiar, yet remains distant in knowledge. The feeling of him wrapped up in your thighs, eating you out like a man whoโs never known the taste of something so sweet, causing you to revert to basic instincts. To touch and feel and groan and listen โevery sense melding together as he pushes you over the edge and the rush of that something becomes everything at once.
Heโs all you feel as you come. Quickly becoming all you want, too, when he ultimately pulls away, breathing so hard you honestly fear he might pass out on the spot.ย
โYou okay?โ you canโt help but ask, causing both of you to smile as he wipes you off his chin and laps it up with a nod.
โI should be asking you that. You lookโโ
โRough?โ
He scoffs out a laugh and cups the side of your neck. Then, he shakes his head and runs his thumb along your cheek, gently caressing you. โNo, you look good. Just a little out of it.โ
In response, you hum and let your eyelids shift downward, realizing then that youโre incredibly exhausted. Your body becoming loose and low โrelying on his touch to keep you afloat as you reach for his shoulders. โIโm a little tired.โ
โYeah?โ
You nod, mentally preparing to apologize and explain why until he starts maneuvering you like earlier. His hands gently forcing your legs to wrap around his waist as he lifts and moves you further into the depths of your apartment in search of your bed.
โWhere am I going?โ
You point to the end of the hall, feeling him shift. The sounds of his feet padding across the hardwood becoming the only noise between you until he hits the carpet of your bedroom and thoughtfully hums.ย
At which point, youโre already half asleep in his arms. The weight of the day finally hitting your mind when he lays you out across the bed only to linger above you, watching your eyes flicker.ย
โIโm sorry,โ you mumble out then, causing him to raise a brow and bring his face towards yours.ย
โWhat for?โ
In your increasingly tired state, you huff and raise your hands to your eyes, rubbing them gently. โI didnโt return the favour.โย
โFavour?โ He scoffs out a laugh, his head dipping to playfully bump your noses together. โWhat do you mean?โ
โYou justโฆ you did all that stuff for me and now Iโm falling asleep.โย
โOkay, and?โย
He sounds almost offended that you would even insinuate that he cares. Something that you figure shouldnโt surprise you at this point considering heโs been nothing but giving.ย
โAndโฆโย
As you trail off, you suddenly force your eyes to open a bit wider โto be more present as you begin to work through the weight of your own exhaustion and pull him down. Allowing yourself to be the one to take the reins by kissing his mouth again. Forcing this need to solely be kind and chivalrous to disappear as you both start to rush through the fumbling of more discarded clothes. His obvious desire to continue whatever this is between you causing him to let you sit up to discard his tie and untuck his shirt. Your fingers clawing at item after item in a mess of blissed-out confusion until eventually heโs buried deep inside of you, groaning your name.ย
Which only fuels the impulse to be the one to take care of him. To show your appreciation for the company and the food and everything in between as you somehow shift to the top. Your body towering over his โhips melding together in a quick, steady rhythm of desperation.
โRelax,โ you tell him then, leaning forward to run your hand across his cheek. โLet me take care of you this time.โ
Despite the position you find yourselves in, he still manages to laugh. The call back to his behaviours making him merely roll his eyes and say, โAlright, go ahead then, sweetheart. Return your favour.โย
Smiling back, you do. Slowing down the movements of your hips so that you can work your way back up. Creating a tension of needy fingers that grip onto your sides, helping guide you through the ebbs and flows of his cock. And at first, itโs nice โsimple. The constant drift between you making you feel a bit lightheaded as you both mumble each otherโs praises between lazy kisses. But then, you feel yourself melting further down. Your consciousness beginning to falter with every push and pull until heโs left doing all the work again.
Letting out a laugh, he wraps an arm around your torso and kisses your face, still pistoning up. โWhat happened to all thatโฆ hospitality you were boasting about?โ he jokingly chastises between breaths, glancing down to see that your eyes are already closed; your breath heavy as you let out a groan.ย
โToo tired,โ you mumble out. โIโll make it upโฆ tomorrow.โย
Your voice is barely above a whisper, but Shiu manages to hear it. And soon after, thankfully accept it too as he slows back down again, eventually stopping to breathe until he sees you lift your head and shake it.ย
โWhat? You want me to keep going?โย
You just nod and drop your head back down again, hearing him scoff and follow through. Every muscle in your body feeling simultaneously loose and tight once he begins to move again, gently dragging himself in and out and quietly groaning as you slowly drift to sleep, already dreaming about tomorrow.ย ย
SUMMARY: During a long shift, a certain regular catches your eye. Possibly your heart too, after treating you to a night of pampering.
PAIRING: Shiu Kong/Female Reader
WARNINGS: 18+ sexual content, oral sex (fem receiving), penetrative sex that turns somno, basically just a lot of soft, unrealistic domesticity really.
A/N: Life's been hard so here's a super self indulgent fic about Shiu simply taking care of reader <3 I've literally been writing this for nearly 3 weeks straight so hopefully somebody likes it.
WC: 9K (oof)
MASTERLIST
After around the fourth or fifth Friday in a row of seeing him, you finally notice he's staring. With heavy-lidded eyes throughout the night, his gaze is seemingly locked onto your frame as you rush around the bar, tending to everyoneโs needs. His body angled so that he can get a good look at you grabbing bottles and garnishes while carefully weaving around your coworkers like youโre dancing to the beat of the music that blares through the speakers.ย
When you notice, you feel your focus flicker for just a second. As you stop to speak to a pair of women, chatting about something mundane and entirely uninteresting, suddenly itโs like thereโs this target locked against the side of your face. The imaginary barrel of a gun pointing directly at you, ready to take the shot, causing your gaze to shift.ย
Like usual, heโs tucked into the farthest corner, casually leaning against the bar. His expression appearing almost empty as you glance over to see heโs clad in a simple suit. His jacket discarded onto the bar top beside him, leaving only a button-up and a loosened tie, prompting you to raise a brow.ย
He usually never stays long enough to take off his jacketโฆย
โUh, hello!โย
Deep in thought, suddenly the drunken snarl of one of the girls pulls you back. A wave of annoyance washing over as you release a breath and look back, making sure to smile. โSorry, what was that?โ
Afterwards, you let out a casual laugh and joke about your bad hearing before they thankfully laugh alongside you, eventually repeating their order. The simple exchange giving you the chance to refocus on the task at hand, moving over to the ice machine to start filling up your shaker tins.ย
โSeems like someoneโs got an admirer.โย
While pouring various spirits, your coworker, Himari, gently bumps her hip against yours. A signal that she recognizes the familiar man, too. His presence continuing to linger in ways that make you let out another laugh, this time the sound echoing your nerves. โCalm down, Iโm sure heโs just looking for a top-up.โย
Almost immediately, she shakes her head. โNah, heโs fully giving you the eyes, babe.โย
At that, you roll your own and give her an almost smug look, your eyes flickering to see him almost smirking โas if somehow he can hear you talking over the music. โYeah, okay.โย
โYou want to go talk to him?โ
You shake your head almost immediately, even though deep down you canโt deny your interest. Considering heโs practically become a staple over these last few weeks, thereโs a part of you that wants to say hi. Maybe to introduce yourself so that you can better build that classic bartender-customer rapport. But then, you notice the huge crowd of people swarming around. Every one of them vying for your attention with drunken minds and heavy pockets, causing the desire to earn money to outweigh everything else.ย
Which ultimately ends up costing you a lot of energy in the long run. As the night quickly progresses, you can feel your mind begin to cave in on itself. Each customer that comes after the next becoming more and more of a chore to deal with thanks to the intake of alcohol. Eventually, testing your patience towards the ragged businessmen who always demand Old Fashions or the group of young college kids who scream for more tequila shots.ย
Every passing moment makes you wish youโd taken your coworker up on her previous offer. Especially now that the barโs completely packed, leaving barely any room to breathe let alone speak, you wish you could turn back time. Stop the clock and wind it back so that, instead of just watching the man who still idly sits, almost acting unaware of the chaos that surrounds him, you could talk to him. Maybe ask him what he does or how his day went. Using his presence as an excuse to take a load off while you offer up all your usual jokes in hopes heโll slowly warm up to you.
And the longer you think about it, the more the idea foolishly creates a sense of longing. Your stomach tightening at the sight of him shifting in his seat, wondering if thatโll be the moment he finally calls it quits. The sight of him only moving just to further settle on the stool making you scrunch up your face in annoyance, realizing how crazy youโre acting.ย
Considering heโs nothing more than a stranger, the impulse you feel to connect with him is completely ridiculous. Nothing more than some silly delusion brought on by the exhaustion, you tell yourself. His residency amongst the rowdy crowd serving as nothing more than some false oasis thatโll inevitably disappoint you if you go over.ย
So, you donโt. Instead, forcing your mind to think about the money, you allow every tip to fuel you. Each one navigating you further from his frame, your mind too immersed in the task at hand until suddenly last call rolls around.
At which point, you find yourself forced to talk to him. After you notice your coworkers pushed deep into the trenches of last-minute orders, you realize then that you just have to do it. To be the one to bite the bullet and find out why exactly this guyโs decided to pick tonight of all nights to linger and stare. Your tired feet pushing you to stand directly across from him, arms spread across the counter to hold yourself up as you offer a smile.ย
โWeโre doing last call,โ you tell him, watching him slowly glance between you and the empty beer bottle in his hand. โYou want one more?โ
He ponders for a minute, his other hand moving to stroke his chin as he sort of smiles to himself, eventually shrugging. โYeah, sure, why not.โ
In response, you give him a nod and shuffle over to the fridge to get him another, grabbing the opener off your belt to shuck it off before trading him for the old one. โYou got a tab to close?โย
He nods.ย
โWhatโs it under?โย
โKong.โย
This time, you nod, rushing away to grab his receipt โtyping in the name to find a rather abysmal order of four beers, not including the one you just gave him.ย
Thatโs all he drank? Damnโฆย
โSo, howโs your night been?โย
Handing him the receipt after it prints, you watch as he pulls out a handful of bills and tosses them on top of the piece of paper. His expression seeming a bit distracted as he eventually looks at you and blinks. โItโs been fine. A bit dull, honestly.โย
โYeah, how come?โย
โNobody to talk to,โ he simply says. The sound of his voice expressing such a casual tone despite the weight of his words hitting you like a brick. The implication of his admission making you swallow hard before awkwardly laughing, not sure if his comment was even necessarily meant for you.ย
โYeah, well, Fridayโs are a little nuts, unfortunately.โ
Glancing around, he takes a moment to take in the sight of all the drunken bodies crowding around, waiting for their final turn. The gears in his head turning for a bit before he looks back at you. โIโm starting to realize that.โ
โYeah.โย
Releasing a low hum, you then wonder if maybe you should say your goodbyes or linger a bit longer, knowing deep down you should probably do the former. Seeing as itโs your job and already you can sense the frustrations of those who surround the space youโre currently occupying, looking at you with desperate eyes, itโs probably better if you just throw in the towel. Call it night and maybe try again next week. But then thereโs a moment where you look back at each other and thereโs this feeling. A pressure in your stomach that makes you swallow hard and start to settle. Your body practically leaning into his space as you narrow your eyes.ย
โHow come youโre here so late, anyway?โ you ask, allowing the curiosity youโve secretly harboured all night to finally release.
Once again, he shrugs. Only this time, thereโs a faint smile pulling across his face. โFigured it might be fun to people watch for a bit longer.โย
Bullshit.ย
Regardless of such a thought, a smile of your own appears in response โyour mind unconvinced. โWas it fun?โย
โThe people watching?โย
You nod.ย
He shrugs.ย
Then, both of you become lost in this strange limbo of charged silence. Your thoughts now drifting to wonder why all of a sudden he seems soโฆ interesting as you continue to watch him lift the beer to his lips to take a sip.ย
โSโpose it was alright.โ
Slightly taken aback by his bluntness, you canโt help but snort in response. Your eyes rolling as he chuckles and you reach for the cash in front of you, taking a moment to count it, realizing itโs well over the asking price. โWell, Iโm glad it wasnโt a total bore for you,โ you tell him after, shoving it all into the pocket of your apron. โOtherwise you might not come back.โย
โDidnโt realize you cared if I came back.โ
As soon as you notice the smug expression that begins to appear across his face after he speaks, your mouth presses into a thin line. Realizing then that your words are the perfect fuel for him to keep the conversation going.ย
โI walked into that one, didnโt I?โย
โSure did, sweetheart.โย
Again, he chuckles and takes another sip, continuing to stare. His eyes practically memorizing every move you make as you try to appear busy by reaching for a handful of dirty glasses and tucking them under the bar.
โWell, canโt deny that Iโd hate to see you go. Youโre one of the good ones.โย
โAm I?โ
You grab a cloth and start to wipe down the counter, watching him lean back to give you more space. His expression continuing to showcase how pleased he seems at your words. โI mean, yeah. Youโre quiet, you wait your turn, you tip,โ you begin to list off a handful of reasons, each one piquing his interest as he watches you dart around, continuing to close. โYouโre also not creepy. Unless you count the staring problem.โย
Despite your comment, he merely just takes another sip, completely unfazed. โCaught that, huh?โ
โHard not to when you donโt even try to hide it, Mr. Kong,โ you tease.ย
โShiu.โย
At that, you scrunch up your face in confusion. โSorry?โย
โMy name,โ he clarifies. โItโs Shiu.โ
Shiu.ย
Standing there for a few moments, you repeat the name in your head so it doesnโt get lost. Committing the sound to memory before you offer your hand across the counter, saying your own name in return. Immediately clocking the way he seems to repeat your tactic, allowing it to sink in.
โNice to finally put a name to a face.โย
โLikewise.โ
Still shaking his hand, you then hear the sound of Himari calling you. The sudden sound pulling you from this strange bubble of ease youโve somehow settled in, causing you to swear under your breath. โSorry, I uhโโ
โItโs okay. Duty calls?โ
Glancing between him and the never-ending line of customers still waiting for their final drinks, you release a sigh and nod. โUnfortunately.โย
โGood luck.โ
Itโs the last thing you hear from him after you offer an awkward wave goodbye. The tone of his voice, forever casual and polite. A direct contrast to the type of response youโre used to getting from men who try to talk to you, causing your mind to regret not reaching out sooner.ย
Because maybe if you had, the rest of your night wouldnโt have been so awful. As you shift back into bartender mode, ushering person after person to order their drinks as fast as possible, maybe you couldโve felt content instead of disappointed. The feeling of satisfaction fuelling your drive rather than allowing the sadness to slow you down, knowing you might have to wait a whole other week to see him again.
And thatโs if he decides to come back. Which, unfortunately, is a thought that plagues you even after youโve finished cleaning the fridges and the floors and theโ
โSaw you talking to Shiu.โ
Your thoughts are interrupted again. The mention of him making you faintly smile even though the mere thought of him also kind of stresses you out. โYeah. Heโsโฆ surprisingly nice.โ
โI know. Iโm the one who usually serves him.โ Himari smiles almost proudly when she says that, her teeth peeking out from between her parted lips as she throws her bag over her shoulder, following you towards the door.
โYou must like him then,โ you joke, nudging your elbow against hers. โWith the way he tips and all that.โย
Himari snorts and pulls her keys out, spinning them around her finger as you push open the door, allowing her to follow behind before turning back to lock up. โItโs definitely a plus, Iโll admit. But heโs a decent guy, too โfun to talk to.โย
โYeah?โ
She nods, distractedly pulling out her phone to shoot her boyfriend a text. Most likely telling him that sheโs finished for the night and heading home like she usually does before glancing back up. โDoesnโt hurt that heโs easy on the eyes either.โ
Upon hearing that, you canโt help but swallow a bit. Especially after you clock the way her expression immediately turns mischievous. Her lips curling upwards as she wiggles her brows, forcing you to turn away and shove your hands into the pockets of your coat. Your mind foolishly starting to concoct his image without warning. The sight of his warm, slightly aged features shifting to the forefront of your thoughts causing you to narrow your eyes.ย
โYeah, I mean, I guess heโsโฆ decent,โ you lie, knowing deep down heโs definitely more than that because if anything heโs exactly your type.ย
Which is why Himari quickly glances at you, completely unconvinced as she begins to walk, leading you around the corner to where the two of you usually park your cars. โJust decent?โ she then pries, raising a brow.ย
At which point, you know your reaction is a dead giveaway. Thanks to the way your mouth awkwardly opens and closes, unable to come up with a viable enough answer to make it seem like you see him as anything other than attractive, you know she knows. Prompting you to huff in response and look away, hearing her laugh as she pokes your arm.ย
โYou know he thinks youโre cute too, right?โ
Your neck practically breaks from how quickly you turn to face her, your brows knitting together in slight shock. โWhat?โย
โWhat? You seriously didnโt pick up on that? Why do you think I was trying to get you to talk to him earlier?โ
You shrug your shoulders, suddenly feeling a bit embarrassed. โI donโt know, I just figured you wereโโ
โTrying to set you up with some random guy?โ
At first, you pause, then you sigh, realizing yes. That's exactly what you figured she was doing.
โIs that why it took you so long to go talk to him?โย
You realize then you donโt really have an answer that doesnโt sound completely selfish, causing you to cross your arms over your chest and sort of pout as you walk the rest of the way to your cars in silence. Noticing from the corner of your eye another vehicle that's parked a few stalls away, a familiar body occupying its driverโs seat.ย
โSpeak of the devil and he shall appear,โ you hear Himari practically sing then. Her voice filled with a specific air of humour that has you scoffing and lightly shoving her aside. The act causing her to retaliate with a shove of her own that makes both of you laugh, inevitably catching the attention of the driver.ย
Slowly but surely, his eyes move to make eye contact with yours, stilling for a moment before lighting up entirely. And itโs a sight that makes your stomach twist a bit. As you watch the lines around his eyes become more prominent before theyโre whisked away by the turn of his neck, you canโt help but deny your attraction. That undeniable pull from earlier returning with a vengeance as you deeply breathe and try to turn back to Himari, realizing sheโs already halfway inside her vehicle, waving goodbye.ย
โYouโre leaving already?โ you then whisper through clenched teeth โyour eyes darting between her and Shiu whoโs back to staring. The pupils of his eyes practically boring holes into your skull as you see him reach to pop his door open.ย
โHave fun,โ you hear Himari say. Then after a few painfully short seconds pass, sheโs gone. The rumble of her old, worn-out car drifting into the distance as you continue to stand there, confused as to how youโre meant to proceed now that thereโs not a bar top wedged between you or another body to turn to for guidance if the conversation gets stale. The lack of crutches making you shove your hands into the pockets of your jeans and awkwardly clear your throat, watching him move forward, his expression amused and soft. The kind of look that makes you both terrified and interested. A mix of anxious energy flowing through your veins as he stops in front of you, offering what appears to be the subtle etchings of a smirk as he mirrors the hands inside your pockets.ย
โLong time no see.โย
You hum and nod, your lips curling into a small grin. โIt would seem so.โย
โHave a good close?โย
Shrugging your shoulders, you turn to glance around the parking lot, immediately clocking the absence of the usual buzzing energy that surrounds you whenever heโs around. The lack of drunken bodies and blaring music making the conversation abruptly stop. Your mind suddenly failing to fill in the blanks as you continue to stand, distractedly picking at the fabric inside your pocket.ย
Which is something Shiu recognizes as he lets out a chuckle and looks at the ground, his expression shifting from confident to nervous in a single second, making you feel weirdly calm as you join in, laughing over your shared silence.ย
โSorry, I tend to forget how to properly talk after a long shift,โ you eventually admit, moving your hands to rub your eyes.
โItโs okay. We donโt have to talk,โ he replies. โWe can just stand here.โ
As your hands slowly peel down your face, you canโt help but curiously narrow your eyes at that. Your interest piquing as he pulls out a carton of cigarettes, popping a single one in his mouth before pocketing the box, and switching it out for a lighter.ย
โYou smoke?โย
โSometimes.โย
Cupping his hand around the end, he flicks his thumb against the spark wheel โthe familiar crackle of flame sounding between the two of you before he sucks and sighs, releasing a plume of smoke strategically away from your face.
โThatโs a bad habit.โย
You canโt help but snort, watching as he hands it over. His fingers gently grazing against yours in the process. โBit of a hypocritical statement, donโt you think?โ
โOh, I donโt smoke.โ
โAh, of course. So this is one of those healthy cigarettes theyโve supposedly invented?โย
He motions towards your hand, nodding. โGood eye.โย
At that, you roll your eyes, fighting the urge to smile as you press your lips around the aforementioned cigarette. Allowing that familiar bitter taste of nicotine to hit your tongue as you take a deep breath and hand it back. His fingers brushing against yours for the second time.ย
โSo, what are you still doing here anyways?โย
You know itโs a bold question, despite the answer being obvious. More than likely heโs here because he wants to talk to you. To speak to you without the pressure of a purchase or a time limit lingering in the background. To vocalize whatever thoughts might come to mind without having to yell across a counter coated in the remnants of sticky cocktails.
All of itโs obvious to you before you even ask, but still, thereโs a portion of your brain that canโt help but deny it. That small sliver of space making you question his intentions. Your insecurities lingering, making you wonder if he finds your pretty or interesting or if he just wants to fuck.
โThought Iโd wait to see if you wanted to continue our conversation from back there.โ As he speaks, he motions in the general direction of the bar with his chin. All while his hand rises to take another few puffs of smoke into his mouth. His lips parting to push the excess out in a steady stream before he grins again. โSorry, is that too forward of me?โย
You shake your head almost immediately. Then, you raise your hand for the passing of the cigarette, holding it for a moment as you try to articulate your thoughts into words. Eventually settling on, โNo, I like forward. Forwardโs good, makes things easy.โย
In response, he raises a brow, watching you part your lips and suck, his eyes never leaving yours even after youโve finished smoking and have moved to give it back. His stare intensely making you almost shiver when his fingers bump against you. โGlad we can agree.โ
You let out an approving hum and cross your arms over your chest. The urge to do something with your hands overwhelming your mind as you look down at the pavement and readjust your stance, moving a tad bit closer.ย
โSo, uh, do you want to hang out or justโฆ?โ
โJust what?โ
His expression contorts again, the previous casualty of it shifting into some foreign and heavy. The weight of it making you clear your throat and glance at the ground again, trying to find the right words to say in order to convey your preference without actually outright stating it.ย
โHang out,โ is what you end up saying, your tone a bit more suggestive, praying he understands the difference.
โHang out or hang out?โ
โYeahโฆ.โ
The moments that pass are awkward. A mess of silent tension and narrowed eyes. His gaze lingering against the side of your face when you inevitably turn your head in embarrassment, knowing youโve fucked it. Whatever this is, youโve absolutely, truly fuโ
โCan I pick both? Is that an option or is it more of a red pill, blue pill situation?โย
You quickly turn to face him, unable to hide the surprise that appears across your face as you open your mouth, partially stuttering. โIโd uh โIโd be fine with both, yeah.โ
He hums almost happily as he finally takes another drag. After flicking the excess ash thatโs formed, he smiles around the smoke and takes a few deep inhales before he makes the pass, watching you shake your head before he drops whateverโs left on the ground to stomp it out.ย
โYou hungry?โ
You are โstarving, actually. But, at the same time as you look around, trying to gauge how to say that, you canโt deny the lack of options. The obvious late night hour forcing a potential limit as you inevitably look back and your eyes sharing a flicker of something you canโt quite place before you say, โWe could go back to mine and I can make us something?โย
Itโs enough to force his smile to branch out further. The obvious excitement taking over when you then ask for his phone, inputting the address to your apartment before you tell him youโll meet him there. The anticipation of it all nearly killing you as you appropriately part ways to your respective cars, wondering what happens next.ย
As expected, the whole way there your mind fills with various scenarios. Each one eventually leading to the same result, prompting you to instinctively tighten your fingers around the steering wheel with a heavy breath. Every end scene making you swallow hard and feel a bit warm, imagining what he might be like. How he might approach the hang-out portion of your time spent together. What his hands might feel like. Or his mouth.ย
By the time you arrive, standing outside waiting, your thoughts are a mess. The wreckage of lewd thoughts mingling with more appropriate ones to create a buzz of nerves as you shift your weight on each foot. Your body slowly but surely pacing across the length of your apartment entrance as you quietly hum to yourself, thinking about how to greet him. Which, unfortunately, is a thought that causes you to spiral further. The expectancy to be charming and appealing suddenly becoming less of an afterthought now that heโs going to be entering your space.ย
No longer in a neutral zone, youโre well aware you have to make some sort of impression that isnโt just flirting behind a bar for tips. You have to be nice and attractive in a less abrupt, business-y way. To give him what he wants without being too desperate. To be endearing. To keep him interested despite knowing next to nothing about him or what he likes or wants or needs.ย
Biting your thumbnail, it comes to a point where youโre left exhausted before he even shows up, and stupidly, the thought of cancelling on him does cross your mind. Feeling the expectations are suddenly too high you debate waiting until he gets here to make some bullshit excuse about being too tired or feeling sick. But then he parks and gets out of his car, offering you that same soft grin from earlier and you kind of melt on the spot. All of your previous desires rushing to the forefront of your mind, causing your heart to beat a little quicker when you press your fob against the edge of the door and invite him in. No longer feeling as anxious as you walk up the stairs to the third floor, casually chatting about the drive.ย
โYou didnโt get lost or anything?โย
He shakes his head, following you down the hall. His face still sporting that same grin that makes your own mouth upturn without warning. โIโm assuming you found your way without any trouble, too?โย
You scoff out a laugh and nod, eventually reaching down to unlock your door when you make it there. Feeling your fingers twitch as you work the lock and push it open, suddenly realizing that heโs here โstepping inside your apartment like it isnโt the most nerve-wracking experience youโve endured in a while.ย
โYou can hang your coat there if you want,โ you then tell him, motioning to the hooks behind the door when he slowly closes it. Your eyes lingering as he casually steps out of his shoes before following your instructions; his own eyes glancing around.ย
โNice place.โย
Moving towards the kitchen, you drop your stuff on one of the stools that line the island, offering an appreciative hum. โThanks. Itโs a bit small, but itโs just me, soโฆโ
After nodding, he steps further in to continue surveying. His eyes focusing on the overflowing bookshelf in the corner and the cluster of plants near the window. His eyes shifting position with each new object he takes in, clearly finding certain things more interesting than others.
โYou ever get lonely all cooped up in here?โย
As expected, the question catches you a bit off guard, but you quickly recover by turning away to open the fridge. Taking a moment to scan the contents before deciding that some kind of stir-fry is probably your best chance at a proper meal. โI guess sometimes I do,โ you eventually say after gathering your thoughts. All while collecting a handful of veggies from one of the lower drawers before turning back around to place them on the counter. โWhy?โ
He presses his palms against the marble that separates you, his expression softening when he looks up to see you already whizzing around to grab an apron and tie it around your waist. The speed of your hands afterwards darting to grab a knife off the magnetic strip on the wall, making him huff.ย
โYou said you lived alone,โ he points out, watching you dip down to grab a cutting board from one of the drawers beneath you โyour head bobbing in and out of view before returning not long after. โGot curious.โย
โAbout my loneliness levels?โ You raise a brow at him, reaching for a handful of mushrooms to chop.ย
โYeah, what would you rate them?โ He grins.
As you quickly guide your knife back and forth, you smile back and glance up for just a second. โRight now? Probably a two.โย
โOkay, but how about in general?โ
You scrunch up your face, trying to think of an accurate number. โMaybe a seven?โย
โA seven?โ
Sensing that wasnโt the answer he was expecting, you let out a nervous laugh, feeling your hands begin to still as you look back up, watching the shock on his face. โWhat? Is that bad?โ
He lets out a scoff, shaking his head. โThatโs a dangerously high number, sweetheart. Donโt you have friends that can help lower that?โย
In response, you roll your eyes before pushing your chopped mushrooms aside and reaching for some carrots. Your thoughts shifting to whether or not heโs simply flirting or if thereโs a genuine hint of concern in his voice.ย
โI mean, Iโve got weird work hours, so no. Not really.โ
โWhat about Himari?โ
You shrug. โSheโs usually with her boyfriend.โย
He goes silent for a couple of seconds after that, causing you to look up and see him appear lost in thought before he inevitably catches your gaze. Both of you staring at each other for a couple of seconds, your eyes narrowing in curiosity until Shiu finally clears his throat and wanders around the counter to your side, holding out his hand.ย
โYou shouldnโt be cooking for me after a long shift,โ he suddenly tells her. โEspecially not if Iโm the first friend youโve hung out with in ages.โ
Youโre not sure whether to be offended or flattered at that moment, so you just resort to parting your lips and staring. The entirety of you unable to comprehend why this guy โthis incredibly stable and attractive-looking guyโ has decided that out of the blue, youโre his friend and he needs to cook for you.
โItโs not a big deal. I like cooking.โ
Stepping closer, he starts to unbutton the sleeves of his shirt and roll them up, shaking his head the entire time. โNobody likes cooking, sweetheart. Not after a shift of dealing with shitty college kids throwing money in their face.โ
โNo, seriously itโsโโ
He cuts you off with a huff. The kind that instantly has you pressing your lips together, knowing deep down heโs right. Aside from the hunger in your stomach and the desire to impress him, the last thing you want to be doing is cooking. So, you donโt argue when he eventually pushes his hand closer, wiggling his fingers for you to transfer over the knife, or when he tells you to take off the apron and sit down.ย
โGood girl. Now what am I making here?โย
When he looks down to take a quick inventory of the ingredients, you feel your stomach flip at his words. The very obviously suggestive term of endearment making your eyes slightly widen when you know heโs not looking before you quickly reset your face and reply, โI was just gonna make stir-fry.โย
โOkay, good I can work with that. Whereโs your sauces?โ
Youโre about to stand when he points the knife at you, scolding your behaviour like youโre some sort of child heโs been tasked with keeping in line. The sight of him making your eyes roll as you point to the cupboard left of the ovenโs hood vent. โNoodles are to the right, too.โ
In response, he puts down the knife, appearing pleased before he turns to gather everything he needs. His arms stretching upward, causing your eyes to trail the length of his back with interest, admiring the view.
โDo you have any honโ were you just staring at my ass?โย
Looking up, you blink and part your lips before shaking your head in embarrassment. โNo.โ
โNo? Then what were you looking at?โ As if to better prove his point he looks down at the space around him, examining seemingly every aspect of the kitchen before he looks back at you with a skeptical look. โI feel like youโre lying.โย
โIโm not, I swear.โย
Holding back the urge to laugh, you press your lips together and breathe, watching him shake his head before continuing the process of chopping produce and putting together a simple sauce. Both of which he performs with a surprising amount of ease while cooking the noodles and making conversation.ย
โSo, howโd you wind up bartending?โย
โStarted doing it during college and realized I liked it more than sitting in a classroom. So, I dropped out and started doing it full time.โ
โGood money Iโm guessing?โย
You grin and nod, prompting him to snort as he eventually begins to sautรฉ. His wrist flicking the pan with every burst of flame that surrounds the base. โWhat do you do?โ
When he hesitates to respond, you already know itโs bad. Or, at the very least, an answer both of you know has the potential to change the trajectory of the night. A detail you donโt particularly want to think about now that youโve decided that heโs actually kind ofโฆย
โIโm kind of like a mediator,โ he eventually says, his tone unsure as he stares at the pan, watching the veggies begin to crisp above the heat of the stovetop. โBasically, I connect a pair of clients together and make sure the jobs they collaborate on go according to plan.โย
โBit of an odd way to describe a job,โ you point out, leaning your elbows against the counter as you hold your chin in your hands. โIโm assuming itโs a little less than legal.โย
That comment surprises him. You can tell because almost immediately after heโs looking at you like heโs angry. All narrow-eyed with pinched brows and a frown, causing you to laugh.ย
โRelax, I work a service job in one of the shadier parts of town. Iโve seen my fair share of illegal things.โ
โRight.โย
He seems skeptical, but thankfully he doesnโt dwell on it for long. Seeming to accept your answer in at least some capacity, he instead moves on by turning his attention back to the food, combining all the finished ingredients to create a delicious looking dish that has your mouth already watering.ย
โQuestion though, you wouldnโt happen to be a chef on the side would you?โ
He snorts and wanders around your kitchen in search of bowls, eventually finding the right cupboard on his second try. โNo. Iโm just a guy who knows how to cut shit up and cook it in a pan.โย
โHey, you made noodles and sauce, too. Give yourself some credit.โ
This time, he rolls his eyes and hands you a bowl before opening a random drawer to successfully find your cutlery, causing him to grin. โYou should probably try it before offering any sort of praise.โ
โFair,โ you respond with a laugh, taking the fork he inevitably offers you with a dramatic before digging in without question. Your mouth practically inhaling the food he so graciously made with a hum.ย
โGood?โ
โSo good,โ you mumble, using the back of your hand to hide your lack of manners as he lets out a sigh of relief and starts to dish some up for himself.ย
โThank god. Imagine I made all this and it ended up tasting like shit. Fucking embarrassing.โ
Too distracted to do much of anything but eat by that point, you merely chuckle and continue shovelling forkful after forkful down until youโre done. The entire concept of conversation lost as you focus on filling your aching stomach. Something youโre sure Shiu finds a bit awkward as he lingers near the oven, opting to lean against the back counter to eat and sometimes stare rather than sit next to you.
โYou must be starving over there,โ he eventually points out. "My food canโt be that good.โ
Leaning over to rip a piece of paper towel off the roll on your counter, you pause to wipe your mouth before smiling. โTourist season is so insane. I didnโt get a chance to eat dinner during my shift,โ you reply honestly, dropping your napkin to prepare one of your final bites. โThis is also really good, though. Better than mine.โย
โYeah?โย
You nod, finishing the meal off. Every part of you feeling satisfied as you sink further into your chair, watching as Shiuโs face subtly lights up at your praise. โReally good sauce. Howโd you measure?โ
โWith the heart? I donโt know,โ he says with a shrug, flashing you a smug grin that has the inside of your stomach doing somersaults. Your body shifting in your chair to set down your bowl and slowly stretch. All while trying not to think about the way his eyes seem to linger on your frame, taking in your sudden discomfort โstudying it with slightly narrowed eyes that cause you to anxiously glance away.ย
Which only makes the fear that grows worse, unaware of where his gaze might sit. Considering he seems to be far more curious and attentive than the average person youโve experienced, the lack of awareness only serves to quicken your heart rate. The pounding drum of your organ making you swallow hard and slowly look back, watching as he reaches for your fork and bowl, turning his attention to the act of cleaning instead.ย
โOh, no, you donโtโโ
Without missing a beat, he looks up at you with those same eyes as before. Two thin slits warning you to back off as he deposits each dish carefully into the sink. Then, without protest, each of his hands shift to grab your soap and sponge, lathering everything up beneath a steady stream of warm water.ย
โYou always this stubborn?โย
You frown, staring at his hands as he speaks, noticing the etchings of scars and freckles. Clusters of markings both grown and inflicted littering his skin like constellations. โNo.โย
He scoffs out a laugh, prompting you to look up and see him shaking his head. โHm, I have a hard time believing that.โ
โWhy?โ
He moves each dish to the drying rack as he speaks, his tone lowering a bit, like heโs revealing a secret. โWell, first off, youโre clearly not used to the whole concept of being taken care of,โ he points out.
You scrunch up your face at that, causing him to snort and shake his head again as he reaches for the tea towel that hangs off your oven door, using it to dry his hands.
โSee? Thatโs a typical reaction from someone whoโs overly independent.โย
โIโm not overly independent. Iโm perfectly fine.โย
Well aware of how youโre merely trying to defend yourself, Shiu then breaks out into a small smirk and leans across the counter, resting his elbows on the edge as he inches forward. His body ever so slowly attempting to enter as much of your space as he can. โThen you wonโt mind if I keep doing what Iโm doing, then?โ he asks, raising his brow. โWithout complaint.โย
At first, you donโt really understand what he means. Thanks to the fact that youโre more focused on the proximity of his face to yours, the comment entirely flies over your head. The sultry tone of his voice failing to hit your ears as you narrow your eyes and cock your head, trying to make sense of it all.
Because truthfully, he doesnโt make much sense to you. With his pretty face and casually, suave demeanour, you canโt understand why heโd willing to dote on you merely for the sake of sex. Or, why, despite your lack of answer to his statement, he remains entirely still โhis patience unwavering even after youโve let out a gentle huff.ย
โIโll warn you now, I tend to complain a lot.โย
โDuring sex?โย
Almost immediately, you close your eyes in embarrassment, remembering that the trajectory of your conversation has since changed to that, prompting you to sigh. โNo, I mean, just like, in general.โย
In response, he lets out a chuckle, causing you to pinch the bridge of your nose and release a deep breath, trying desperately to figure out how to recover until you feel his hand gripping the curve of your elbow, guiding it down to rest on your thigh with gentle fingers.ย
โAh, so not during sex,โ you then hear him say, the cool tone of his voice forcing your eyes to open back up realizing heโs now at your side, twirling your stool around to face him. โNoted.โย
Somehow feeling even more nervous, you open your mouth to respond but nothing comes out. Your appearance resembling the classic fish out of water look โall dead-eyed and empty-minded. Every previous thought and feeling lost once youโre ripped from the crest of the waves only to become wedged between his fingers.ย
Which is a look that, unsurprisingly, makes him laugh as he lowers himself down to your level when he sits down next to you. While using his hand to curiously explore the exposed parts of your forearm, you can tell heโs enjoying your response. The way your body slightly twitches forward to chase his hand or how you uncomfortably shift and avoid his gaze. Itโs obvious he finds it amusing, because not long after heโs drawing patterns into your calloused palm with a smile; his thumb circling each patch of roughness he finds, soothing the aches and pains of scrubbing bar tops and serving drinks.
โYouโre not used to this much attention, are you?โ
As he chuckles, you huff, unable to hide the obvious. โNot really, no.โย
โThatโs a damn shame.โย
Suddenly, you feel his other hand move to steady the one heโs massaging; both thumbs dragging down the centre of your palm towards your wrist, causing you to hum and flex your fingers, the desire for more slowly growing. The needs youโve long since pushed to the back of your mind returning with a vengeance in ways that make you swallow hard and glance between his face and the efforts of his labour.ย
It makes your chest ache pretty much instantly; the sight. Considering itโs been ages since someone has touched you like this โlike you simply deserve to beโ youโre starting to feel a bit breathless. The gesture of his hands ripping the air straight from your lungs as you open your mouth again, needing to speak.ย
โWhy are you doing all this for me?โ
Itโs a question thatโs pretty much driven you from the start. From the moment he first laid that hefty tip on the counter in front of you during your shift, you havenโt been able to stop yourself from wondering what he wants from you. Why heโs been so kind and giving despite knowing so little about you.ย
In response, he shrugs his shoulders, continuing his ministrations. Refusing to stop for even a second as a small grin peels across his face and he looks up. โI donโt know. Felt like you needed it.โ
And it sounds like nothing when he says it. All nonchalant and casual, as if he does this kind of thing all the time, but to you, itโs everything. Itโs complicated, yet simple. Painful, yet pleasant. A reminder that sometimes youโre human and need these kinds of things despite constantly brushing them off.ย
More importantly, though, it makes you feel desperate as your other hand shifts through the air to cup his cheek. And again when you suddenly lean in, pressing your mouth to his in order to finally taste the smoke on his tongue from your shared cigarette. The bitter flavour embedding itself in the cracks of your lips, driving you to push through the voice at the back of your mind telling you to stop.
Because usually, thatโs what you do. Whenever you feel any sort of tether, you take a knife and sever them off; refusing to get close. Defying the urge to connect in order to protect yourself. Avoiding the offers of hands that might want to hold you through the hard times.ย
However, beneath your touch, as Shiu stills for a moment in response, you donโt feel that at all. Instead, you just feel magnetized. The desire to move closer taking over when he inevitably joins by moving a hand to your waist โanother to the back of your neck to pull himself further in.ย
Humming softly, you then feel him tense beneath your fingers as you hungrily pull at his clothes. The rough touch of your roaming hands trying to find purchase in a place where the distance will hopefully feel less separate, driving him mad as he lifts you onto the counter and groans. Both of his hands returning the favour in unrestrained pushes and pulls as he maneuvers you to his liking and grins.ย
โCanโt say I was expecting that,โ he ends up telling you after you part ways; his tone haggard and heavy. The obvious presence of desire gracing the base of his throat, causing the heavy puffs of breath you share to quickly become the only sound other than the shuffling of fabric as he slides his fingers across the waistband of your jeans.ย
โMe either, to be fair.โย
His grin widens a bit at that. โNot in the habit of kissing strangers Iโm guessing?โ
As you go to shake your head, you feel his fingers start to fiddle with the top button of your pants. His knuckles brushing against the exposed parts of your lower stomach. Every subtle motion making you feel incredibly warm as your own hands find a home in the fabric of his collar.ย
โI tend to leave before the kissing happens. If Iโm honest.โ
โHow come?โ
You shrug, not wanting to get into it. Instead, wanting to feel what itโs like to continue moving forward and propel yourself into the unknown as you rest your forehead against his and close your eyes. Your scattered mind gradually calming down when his fingers understand what you need and begin to discard the lower half of your clothes. Each piece of fabric clumsily shifting off your skin, prompting Shiu to curse under his breath while you laugh and lift your hips to help.ย
โCould you wear tighter fucking jeans, Jesus, itโs like a damn chastity belt.โ
You snort and feel his fingers immediately pull your underwear to the side once he tosses your pants onto the floor. The dip of his mouth open and already watering, causing you to let out a panicked sound when he licks a long strip up your slit.
โJust relax.โย
The immediate heat of his words only serve to do the opposite as you try and shift your hips away only to be brought back and dove into once more. His hands now embedding themselves into your thighs to get a better angle, causing you to huff.ย
โWait, itโs okay. You donโt haveโโ
Youโre immediately silenced by the flattening of his tongue alongside his eyes which turn up in annoyance. His obvious distaste for your constant protesting becoming old, especially now that his mouth is wrapped around you, making your resolve quickly melt away when he applies a bit more pressure.ย
Breathing hard, you then keep your eyes locked downward, watching him pinch your thighs and explore with his tongue. The act of him pleasuring you for the sake of nothing in particular causing your mind to fog up. All the nervous energy you once felt seemingly evaporating like a puff of hot smoke now that heโs trailing his tongue through your folds, languidly inching his way across every nerve in search of something new. Like heโs mapping you out while he listens to every breath that falls from your open lips. Each pant spurring him further, prompting him to push his nose against your clit, prodding it with every movement he makes alongside the fingers that start to part your entrance.
Which overwhelms you completely. The presence of too many stimuli at once making you whimper under your breath and try to sneak away again. Your body craving some sort of release once you feel his tongue forcefully slip into your cunt; the softness of it slipping up and around until his face is practically embedding itself in your flesh. Joining you as one in ways that have you reaching for his hair just for something to keep you steady.
Because right now, youโre teetering on the edge of something. A precipice that you know should feel familiar, yet remains distant in knowledge. The feeling of him wrapped up in your thighs, eating you out like a man whoโs never known the taste of something so sweet, causing you to revert to basic instincts. To touch and feel and groan and listen โevery sense melding together as he pushes you over the edge and the rush of that something becomes everything at once.
Heโs all you feel as you come. Quickly becoming all you want, too, when he ultimately pulls away, breathing so hard you honestly fear he might pass out on the spot.ย
โYou okay?โ you canโt help but ask, causing both of you to smile as he wipes you off his chin and laps it up with a nod.
โI should be asking you that. You lookโโ
โRough?โ
He scoffs out a laugh and cups the side of your neck. Then, he shakes his head and runs his thumb along your cheek, gently caressing you. โNo, you look good. Just a little out of it.โ
In response, you hum and let your eyelids shift downward, realizing then that youโre incredibly exhausted. Your body becoming loose and low โrelying on his touch to keep you afloat as you reach for his shoulders. โIโm a little tired.โ
โYeah?โ
You nod, mentally preparing to apologize and explain why until he starts maneuvering you like earlier. His hands gently forcing your legs to wrap around his waist as he lifts and moves you further into the depths of your apartment in search of your bed.
โWhere am I going?โ
You point to the end of the hall, feeling him shift. The sounds of his feet padding across the hardwood becoming the only noise between you until he hits the carpet of your bedroom and thoughtfully hums.ย
At which point, youโre already half asleep in his arms. The weight of the day finally hitting your mind when he lays you out across the bed only to linger above you, watching your eyes flicker.ย
โIโm sorry,โ you mumble out then, causing him to raise a brow and bring his face towards yours.ย
โWhat for?โ
In your increasingly tired state, you huff and raise your hands to your eyes, rubbing them gently. โI didnโt return the favour.โย
โFavour?โ He scoffs out a laugh, his head dipping to playfully bump your noses together. โWhat do you mean?โ
โYou justโฆ you did all that stuff for me and now Iโm falling asleep.โย
โOkay, and?โย
He sounds almost offended that you would even insinuate that he cares. Something that you figure shouldnโt surprise you at this point considering heโs been nothing but giving.ย
โAndโฆโย
As you trail off, you suddenly force your eyes to open a bit wider โto be more present as you begin to work through the weight of your own exhaustion and pull him down. Allowing yourself to be the one to take the reins by kissing his mouth again. Forcing this need to solely be kind and chivalrous to disappear as you both start to rush through the fumbling of more discarded clothes. His obvious desire to continue whatever this is between you causing him to let you sit up to discard his tie and untuck his shirt. Your fingers clawing at item after item in a mess of blissed-out confusion until eventually heโs buried deep inside of you, groaning your name.ย
Which only fuels the impulse to be the one to take care of him. To show your appreciation for the company and the food and everything in between as you somehow shift to the top. Your body towering over his โhips melding together in a quick, steady rhythm of desperation.
โRelax,โ you tell him then, leaning forward to run your hand across his cheek. โLet me take care of you this time.โ
Despite the position you find yourselves in, he still manages to laugh. The call back to his behaviours making him merely roll his eyes and say, โAlright, go ahead then, sweetheart. Return your favour.โย
Smiling back, you do. Slowing down the movements of your hips so that you can work your way back up. Creating a tension of needy fingers that grip onto your sides, helping guide you through the ebbs and flows of his cock. And at first, itโs nice โsimple. The constant drift between you making you feel a bit lightheaded as you both mumble each otherโs praises between lazy kisses. But then, you feel yourself melting further down. Your consciousness beginning to falter with every push and pull until heโs left doing all the work again.
Letting out a laugh, he wraps an arm around your torso and kisses your face, still pistoning up. โWhat happened to all thatโฆ hospitality you were boasting about?โ he jokingly chastises between breaths, glancing down to see that your eyes are already closed; your breath heavy as you let out a groan.ย
โToo tired,โ you mumble out. โIโll make it upโฆ tomorrow.โย
Your voice is barely above a whisper, but Shiu manages to hear it. And soon after, thankfully accept it too as he slows back down again, eventually stopping to breathe until he sees you lift your head and shake it.ย
โWhat? You want me to keep going?โย
You just nod and drop your head back down again, hearing him scoff and follow through. Every muscle in your body feeling simultaneously loose and tight once he begins to move again, gently dragging himself in and out and quietly groaning as you slowly drift to sleep, already dreaming about tomorrow.ย ย
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People still refuse to believe that JJK is simply a love story dressed up in action. They keep asking, "How can Gege end this story in 5 chapters? What about the backstories?"
The only necessary backstory was the satosugu relationship because whether you like it or not, everything started there. Their separation caused everything that is happening in JJK. If you think about it, the whole plot takes place over the course of a few months. Geto died just a year ago. The culling games lasted a few days. Sukuna has been fighting the sorcerers for maybe a day or two.
There was never time to expand the story with background stories, as JJK has fast pacing and is concentrated on the fights and the consequences of human interaction.
The key word of JJK is LOVE.
Gojo killed Geto out of love.
Yuta cursed Rika out of love.
Yuji saved Megumi out of love.
Sukuna says love is meaningless.
However, I believe this is not how JJK will officially end. I just know Gege is planning something more.
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When you find out that in season 2 during the Hidden Inventory Arc Gojo legit put sash on Nanami that read "Today's Main Character" because it was his birthday.
I'm legit crying because Gojo would totally do that ๐ญ