🍭 ◠◠ ﹫ Lolita !!

He won't tell you that he's overstimulated because he doesn't want to seem weak. An irrational fear but setting that aside, he grows incredibly taut and a sharp gasp escapes him.

"Hah- uahh!! [Na-name]," Yoru withers above you, a deep tremor racing down his legs as he forces his knees back into the bed. "Haha, uh.."

You give a slow, deep role, watching in satisfaction as he stills, hands drawing down to hold onto your waist for support. "Speak properly when you want something, pretty boy."

"..p-pretty b..." He trails off with dilated pupils, face blooming with the prettiest shade of red you've ever seen. A sight only you are granted. A sight no one else (even when you hold him against the windows of your apartment for the world to see, pounding him into a stuttery mess as he spreads himself open for you with a cry of embarrassment) can witness.

A giggle leaves him.

He looks... drunk.

You reach up to push his messy hair back, wanting to see his face, unintentionally shifting your hips in a new angle. Yoru jolts and bites down on his tongue, swollen hole fluttering open around your cock, "ARNGHH! Haha.. hahhh!!"

"What's wrong, yoru? Talk to me." You're not blind. He can't bring himself to stop your enjoyment even if it means pushing past his limits. He can be so giving.

"Ungg [name]," he babbles and rests his head on your chest, his back arching to and off of you like the mere thought of being so close will burn him. "Ahhaha.. no more- no, don't knowww-"

Your eyes soften as he nuzzles his heated face into your chest, seeking that extra comfort only you can provide him. He preens when you rest your hand on his hair, stroking him so lovingly that he completely misses the way your other hand presses down on his lower back, melting his body into yours.

His hips snap backwards in an act of defiance. You pause, eyes sharp on the lookout for any reaction, "can't take anymo-"

His shout cuts you off, shaking his head frantically against you, "NOoo, go. Move!! Hah hahh, keep going, I can take it. I can."

One experimental thrust has his eyes rolling into his head. But that wasn't what sent a shiver down your spine, it was the smile that crawls on his face, his chest heaving with fits of laughter, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes.

"Hahh!!!" He squeezes his eyes shut tightly, gripping onto your body with such a force that prevents you from rutting into him. A ring of silence pounds in his ears, no longer able to hear his own thoughts.

It's a certain blindness that has him admitting that yes; he's gone crazy, his stubby cock weeping out the last bit of cum that he can provide.

He looks like a maniac.

Mori scoffs in annoyance as he stares at the documents on his desk, he has many papers to deal with, much more than he would like to. However his attention turns to another paper on his desk, not about work but about you..

You were a bystander who once helped him find Elise yet something that interests him about you is that you flawlessly saw through his well crafted facade.

Surprisingly enough, you weren't in an organisation at all, just a mere barista at a nearby cafe. He found it quite fascinating that you made such an educated guess on his occupation despite meeting for the first time.

Soon enough he decided on a little visit to the cafe you worked at, of course with his dear Elise. He silently notes that the cafe is rather small though manages a cozy feel.

Mori is in his usual casual attire to not stir any suspicion while Elise’s wearing her usual red dress.

He leans on the counter, smirking faintly as your eyes meet, he glances over at Elise who’s pointing out what she wants.

“I want the strawberry cake then the cream tarts but second lastly I want the vanilla shake, and lastly I want the strawberry mochi!” Mori chuckles at her long list, his eyes wandering back to you.

“Well, it appears Elise has made her order, I myself will have sweet red bean chazuke if you do not mind.” You nod, not finding anything strange of this man.

“Alright, that'll be 10.99.” He takes out his card, tapping it to the payment machine. But you do notice how his eyes don't leave you a single moment as he does so, but you brush it off as usual.

Mori glances at Elise then back to you, his dark purple eyes seemingly digging into your soul.

“We'll be sitting by the corner if you do not mind.” And with a turn of his heels, he begins to stride over towards the table in the corner, coincidentally the one table which gives the best view of you. The little blonde girl gives you a weird look before following suit after him, you ponder to yourself, “I am going crazy or was that girl glowing?”

“No, I must be tired from the lack of sleep.” You tell yourself and turn around to make their orders, though you can't help but feel an familiar uneasy gaze drilling into you.

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Once you finish with their order you approach the table they're currently seated at, the little girl, Elise, seemingly throwing a rather fussy fit.

“I said I wanted the pink one, not the red one!” She complains, tugging at Mori's sleeve, who merely chuckles in response and flicks her forehead, his eyes meeting yours.

“Ah, such timely service, dear.” He smiles faintly, watching closely as you place the order onto the table.

“Haha, thanks.” You nod meekly, quickly turning to return to the counter but a cold pale hand grabs your wrist.

“Oh? Where are you off to so hastily? It would be quite unkind to flee without exchanging numbers, no? Just for… safety reasons. No- erm, perhaps just to get to know each other. What do you say, darling?” The way he speaks doesn't make it feel like a request, but a demand.

“... I-i.. uh .. sure.” You stutter, mostly wanting his overbearingly cold hand off your wrist. He seems pleased by this answer.

“Good, we'll see eachother soon.” And with that he picks up the order bag, walking towards the exit of the cafe, Elise, albeit still upset, gets up and goes after him.

Would this be the last time you see him?

Who knows..