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“So,” you spoke hesitantly, toeing the plush carpet, “you really live here?”

“Yeah. I told you it was unconventional.” he sighed.

“No, it’s fine! I’m not judging. Just surprised. I mean the last place I would’ve expected my boyfriend living in was a brothel in the middle of the city.”

“It’s not what you’re thinking.” His eyes narrowed as he trudged back toward you. “I’ve been here since I was a kid. I had nowhere else to go and they took me in and cared for me. None of the girls ever did anything to me. They’d offer but y’know,” he scoffed, “Kinda awkward knowing they don’t really have a choice.”

“They offered?”

“Just hand stuff. I never took ‘em up on it though. Most of the girls are only here because they have to be anyway. They need money. I don’t want it if it feels like a chore to them. Besides, I knew I’d find a partner someday who wouldn’t have to offer.” Draken smirked. “Can’t exactly make my partner jealous, now can I?”

You delivered a weak punch to his shoulder. “Smartass.”

“Oh c’mon. You love me.” Ken’s hands placed themselves on your own shoulders, their weight heavy but comforting. “And it’s the truth. I want all my experience to come from someone as into me as I’m into them. So don’t worry that pretty little head of yours before you start spiraling.”

“I don’t spiral-“

“Babe, we both know that’s not true.” He gestured to the small space around his room, waving a hand over the desk chair and the bed. “Now make yourself at home. I can run to the kitchen for snacks or there’s drinks in that mini fridge in the corner if you want anything.”

“I’m good. Thanks,” you muttered, moving past him to sit on the edge of his bed. Draken shuffled over to the mini fridge beside you and grabbed a bottle of water. “So…about you living here.”

“I’m already saving to move.”

“No, I didn’t mean that. I was gonna ask if, since you never took up the girls’ advances, does that still make you a virgin?”

Ken nearly spat out his water. He swallowed hastily instead. “What?”

“I don’t remember you mentioning dating anyone before me, so…” You clasped your hands in your lap with a shrug.

“Still you can’t just ask…” Ken cut himself off with a huff. “I mean, yes. I’m still a virgin, but it’s like I said. I wanted it to be a mutual thing.”

“Have you…thought about it? With me?”

Draken looked at you as if you’d grown a second head. “Of course I have.”

“Have you gotten off to me?”

“Now you’re pushing it.”

“I’m serious! I wanna know.”

“Yes, okay?” His tone grew frustrated. He set his water bottle on the desk. “Of course I jerked off to you. That photo you sent a couple weeks ago with you pouting like a lost puppy just because I was at work? Your tits were right there in full view and of fucking course you were a tank top and no bra. So yeah…”

“Huh,” you mused. “That really did it for you?”

Ken sighed. “I think anything you send would do it for me. I fell for you, dummy.”

“I’d hope so, yeah, but,” A smirk grew on your face, “I’m glad you like me so much. And…just so you know, I’ve got the same amount of experience. Even down to getting off to your pictures.”

Draken felt his face flush at that. Fuck, did you..? He put his fists in his pants pockets, the palms suddenly feeling too sweaty and he’d be damned if he wiped them in front of you during this conversation. “You do? You…get off?”

“Mhm.” You didn’t seem phased in the slightest. “I mean we’re both adults. It’s not like it’s illegal to masturbate or anything. But yeah, you do it for me, Kenny.”

“What…picture’s your favorite?” His pants were beginning to feel two sizes too tight.

You hummed before replying, “That one of you at work. Shirtless, your scar hugging your abs, that smirk like you knew what I’d do with that photo.”

“It was hot as hell in the shop that day.”

“And thank the gods for that,” you retorted with a smug eye roll.

Draken let out an amused scoff as he crossed the short distance between himself and you sitting so pretty on his bed. He sat beside you, placing a hand on your thigh and offering a light squeeze. “You really know how to make a guy feel special, huh?”

“You should. You’re the hottest guy I know.”

“Didn’t know you knew other hot guys.”

You nudged his shoulder. “Oh come on, don’t patronize me. I thought you loved me.”

“I do,” Ken said, draping an arm around your shoulders and pulling you further into his side, “More than you know.”

Your own arms wrapped around his waist, your nose pressing into his shoulder as you melted into his firm body. “More than anyone?” you mumbled cutely after a moment.

“Yeah, baby. More than the whole damn world.” Draken pressed a gentle kiss to the crown of your head.

After a while, you lifted your head to meet his gaze. “So,” your hand fell to his leg, twisting the loose fabric of his pant leg between two fingers, “Hard to believe you’re a virgin.”

And there it was again.

“I guess it is…” Draken didn’t know how else to respond. What were you supposed to say in this kind of situation?

“And…would you wanna lose it to me?”

The question was innocent, meant to be harmless, but that was when he saw your eyes shift down towards his lap, the hand on his thigh edging dangerously close to the slight bulge at the center of his lap. It still hadn’t gone down. He felt your stare as your hand stopped just before ghosting over him.

“What are you doing?” Ken breathed, making no move to stop you.

“You’re hard.”

“Yeah, that kind of happens when a guy starts thinking about sex,” he sighed, ashamed. “Look, don’t worry about it. You don’t have to do anything—“

“What if I want to?”

That shut him up. Blood flooded his cheeks as he sputtered, choking on his spit.

Your eyes fluttered back up to his face. “Kenny?” you asked so softly, like you hadn’t just insinuated losing yours and his virginities at that very moment. Your hand inched closer to the bulge, encircling it without directly touching it.

And that only made him harder.

“Do you want it too?”

Ken swallowed the growing lump in his throat and nodded. “Yeah…”

You reached up and kissed his cheek sweetly. The thumb stationed by his shaft shifted, brushing the fabric strained over his erection. Ken jerked under the touch, his fingers digging into the bed to stop from chasing after your hand. He had never been so sensitive.

It felt better than his own hand.

Draken cocked his head to the side, stealing your lips in a heated kiss, relishing in the soft drag of your hand. He groaned against your lips when your fingers wrapped around him and stroked the covered length of his cock.

You parted from the kiss with a soft smack, lust filled eyes meeting his. “Can I see it?”

Ken nodded and helped you undo his pants and slid them down just enough to pull his cock free, bobbing against his stomach. Your hand instantly wrapped around the base and offered a slight squeeze.

A sudden knock rapped at the door. You jumped, nearly falling off the bed as Draken groaned in annoyance. One of the girls’ voices called out to him, saying how the manager asked him to wash towels.

When the two rounded the corner towards the café meant to serve as the date’s location, Ranpo suddenly exclaimed, waving at the sole person standing outside the entrance. “Hey Y/N! I told you I’d bring him!”

Edgar felt blood rush into his cheeks. This was it. This was his date…

Ranpo pulled him into his side and wrapped an arm around the taller man’s shoulders as he introduced the two, but Edgar didn’t register a single word. His heart pounded hard enough that he briefly feared his ribs breaking from the force. God, he was a mess. An utter recluse who had no romantic history whatsoever. For years, dating was the last thing on his repertoire, yet there he stood stock-still in front of the person that would give him a chance to change all of that.

Ranpo pat Edgar’s shoulder, making the taller man’s nearly jump out of his skin. The detective turned back to you. “Just take good care of him, ‘kay? He’s a weird one.”

You offered Poe a polite smile, hands clutched tight in front of you. “Yes sir. Will do.”

Edgar jutted his hand out to shake yours. “Call me Edgar, please,” he stammered before suddenly remembering the muted rambling Ranpo had done just seconds prior. Poe grimaced. Right, he thought, Ranpo had already completed that task.

Despite the obvious fumble, you took Poe’s hand in yours and gave it a soft shake. He caught the nervousness behind your smile as you replied with your own name.

Ranpo shifted his gaze from Poe to you and back again as you lapsed into awkward silence before chiming in. “Well, you two enjoy yourselves. I suppose I should go babysit Karl and make sure he hasn’t gotten into all the snacks.”

Poe shot the detective a glare. Ranpo just wanted the snacks for himself.

“Karl?” A meek voice spoke.

Ranpo tilted his head in your direction. “Yeah. That raccoon I told you about. He’s Ed’s pet.”

“Oh…”

“I would argue he’s more a friend than a pet.” Edgar added under his breath. He turned to you. “He told you about Karl?”

You nodded and gave him a small smile. “I think it’s kind of cute. I love animals, but I’ve never known anyone with a raccoon before.”

“Well hey, maybe if this date goes well, you can meet him sometime.” Ranpo responded before Poe could, earning a swift glare from the writer.

Now several months later, you had become a daily comforting presence in the Curtis household. The gang loved you, especially Soda and Pony who adored the way you became the voice of reason to their older brother (and teased him about it with obnoxious kissing sounds after you left).

The boys loved to joke about how you were the new Mrs. Curtis. At first, Darry hated that idea and scolded the boys for it. Not because he didn’t love you; he did with all his heart. But the thought of replacing the old Mrs. Curtis — his mother — left a bad taste in his mouth.

Until he found her ring in his dresser drawer.

He and his brothers had each chosen one of their mother’s rings that could serve as a future partner’s engagement ring among divvying up the rest of their things. Darrel had chosen a simple gold ring with a small diamond in the center and, as he admired it, he couldn’t stop thinking about it on your finger. How perfect it’d look on you.

That solidified it. He’d finally found the one, all he had to do was make it official.

It was dark by the time you arrived at the Curtis house and upon opening the always-unlocked front door, to your surprise, it was completely empty. Normally, one of the boys would have been on the couch with a beer or watching TV, but this time, you turned on the nearest light to show a desolate living room.

Cautiously, you padded into the kitchen, seeing it just as barren and as clean as they would have left it that morning. Darry had been cracking down on dish duty.

The only thing out of place was a simple letter on the dining table, the message reading “Come out back - Darry.”

Upon opening the back door, you were met with an endearing scene. The only tree in the backyard had been decorated with the family’s old Christmas lights, lighting the yard just enough for you to see Darrel standing under it, his hands clasped in front of him with a shaking smile. You slowly made your way over to him, still confused about the whole thing.

“What’s all this?” you asked when you got close enough, taking his hand the second he offered it.

“Thought I’d surprise you. You always said we should do somethin’ with the backyard.”

“Yeah but you didn’t have to do all this for me, honey.” Darrel almost retorted that he should have done more. He knew you must have wanted a special, elaborate proposal but he simply didn’t have the time or the money to go all out and treat you the way you deserved.

“Actually, this ain’t the entire surprise, darlin’,” he replied instead, steely grey eyes meeting.

Your brows knitted in confusion. “What else is there?”

He took in a shaky breath, free hand rubbing the sweat from his palm on his jeans. “Well, I wanna start by sayin’ you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me. I thought I’d never find someone that makes me feel the way you do.”

He watched your eyes soften. “Darrel-“

“I love you, Y/N. I’m grateful for everything you’ve done for all of us. You’re already part of the family…so I thought I’d make it official.”

Your mouth dropped as Darrel sunk to the ground, propping himself on one knee while fishing out a small box from his pocket.

He flicked the box open, showing the stunning and delicate ring inside. He looked back up to you. “Y/N,” he paused to huff out his nerves. His chest suddenly felt tight. “Will you make the happiest man in the world and marry me?”

Not even one second passed before you replied, “Yes.” You sunk to the ground with him, watching his face bloom into an elated grin as your hands came to cradle his face. “Are you serious?”

“Yeah baby,” Darry chuckled, “I am.”

Your expression mirrored his, a wide smile on your lips. “You just proposed.”

“Yeah I did.”

“We’re getting married, baby…” you said, bewildered.

“Missed you too, pretty,” he breathed against your lips, sparing another squeeze to your ass before shifting his touch along your back.

“Thought about you all day.” Delicate fingers cupped Billy’s face and brought him down for another kiss before he could respond. He melted into you, a groan rumbling his lips as his hands gripped you tighter.

Suddenly, he gently pushed you apart and threw you to the bed. He wasted no time in straddling your thighs, peppering your jaw and neck in kisses once he’s settled in.

Peck after hungry peck, he shifted down to your clothed chest, mouthing at your cleavage as he worked your pants down your legs.

He never was a patient man.

After discarding your pants, his fingers pressed against your panty-clad slit, already feeling the dampness growing under the fabric. He hummed as he sucked a mark onto a breast. The pad of his index finger found your clit through your panties and circled it.

Without a warning, Billy’s fingers hooked into the side of your panties and slid them to the opposing side.

His mouth left your chest as he leaned back to admire your bared pussy. His fingers fell back onto your clit, massaging it. “Already so wet, baby,” he muttered. “My girl needed me that bad, huh?”

You nodded and let out a relieved breath when one of those lithe fingers pushed into you.

His finger curled, expertly finding that sensitive spot he knew could make you scream. “She’s sucking me in, baby…” he cooed with a wicked smirk, slowly pumping into you.

He wasted no time pushing another finger in. You let out a soft gasp, feebly trying to fuck yourself on his hand. Billy’s thumb fell to your clit as he watched you struggle to grind into him.

“Such a good girl…” he whispered hot against your ear. His thrusts quickened. Soft, slick sounds filled the room and mingled with thick air. “So fucking wet. ‘S all for me, yeah?”

You nodded, your hips attempting to grin against his wrist.

His fingers slipped from you suddenly, clear arousal sticking to the two digits when Billy lifts them to your lips. You obediently opened your mouth and allowed his fingers inside. The tang of your slick coated your tongue as your lips closed and sucked Billy’s fingers clean before he pulled them back once more.

He made quick work of his jeans and boxers, pulling them down just enough to release his rigid cock. He gave himself a single pump before aligning with your entrance. Darkened, lust filled eyes look up and met yours in a silent question: was this okay?

You nodded and watched as Billy slowly pushed himself past your folds, stretching you in the way you had grown to love. He wasn’t necessarily big—probably a little over average length and certainly lacking in girth— but it always felt so right nestled inside you.

Like you were made to be connected like this.

Billy didn’t give you time to adjust before starting to roll his hips into yours.

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Soft music emanated from the radio on your desk, playing some love song that you couldn’t quite make out the lyrics of. Billy carefully set your legs onto the bed before running a callused hand down your thigh, his thumb rubbing gentle circles as they went.

“Oh my god…” you panted, sensitive to the touch. His hand moved up rest on your side, his hips stagnant against yours as he touched his forehead to yours.

“You okay..?” he whispered, breath leaving goosebumps on your skin.

“Yeah…”

“Yeah?” he repeated, a smirk growing on his lips. “Because you look a little fucked out here.”

You cracked a tired smile. “Shut up.”

Billy chuckled before pressing a soft kiss to your nose, “Did so well for me, baby…” His hand ran up along your bare arm, pausing when it reached your shoulder to apply a gentle pressure to the muscle. “Always so good for me…”

You curled into him, Billy’s touch traveling back down to your thigh to massage it.

“You need anything?” he spoke into your ear.

You made a noise akin to a ‘nuh uh’ before mumbling, “Just you…”

You could feel Billy smile against your hair. “You have me. I’m not going anywhere.”

“I love you…” you whispered.

His hand traveled up to your face, pushing your hair away as his thumb brushed your cheek. “Love you too.”

“I take it you missed me too?” you asked, turning hour head to rest your cheek against his peck.

A hand weaved into your hair, twisting through the strands until Jonathan could tug your head back with a single jerk. He pressed another, softer kiss to the corner of your mouth before releasing you, the hand in your hair trailing down your neck then to your shoulder.

“Wanted to do that all night,” he sighed. His fingers toyed with the polyester shoulder of your dress, tracing each minuscule stitch. His voice lowered as his darkened, hungry eyes met yours. “God, you’re beautiful…”

The corner of your lips quirk up. “Charmer.”

Jonathan chuckled. “Oh come on, you know it’s true.” He inched closer until his lips met yours again, slow and passionate as Jonathan’s other hand slid to your waist, his tongue prodding against the seam of your lip.

You hummed, clinging to the thin and crisp fabric of his shirt. Eager fingers made quick work with the buttons, popping them through their holes until it exposed his chest and you could slip your hand in to touch him.

Jonathan broke the kiss with a huff and leaned down to press another to your shoulder. Your touch snaked over his chest to his own shoulder. He wasn’t very muscular but his skin was smooth and felt perfect under your fingers. The hand under his shirt pushed him closer, your nose burrowing in him.

You felt his hand fall from your waist down to your ass. Jonathan stood straighter to whisper into your hair, “Can I undress you?”

“I’d be upset if you didn’t,” you breathed into his shoulder. His hand snaked up to the zipper of your dress and slowly, tantalizingly dragged it down until the full thing fell limp around your ankles. A roughened hand fluttered up your bare side.

Jonathan's eyes never left yours as he uttered, "Beautiful..."

You pulled him in for another kiss, your fingers messing up his gelled hair. The hand at your side shifted up and snuck between your bodies as it found purchase clutching one of your breasts. You moaned softly against his lips when he squeezed.

When he pressed into you, you could make out the large shape of his erection, still hidden under his slacks. Your mouth traveled to his neck and showered the skin in rough kisses as your own hand dipped down to palm his cock.

Jonathan let out a breathy groan against your hair. “Fuck…”

You hummed and suckled his neck before breaking away with a soft pop. You nosed his jaw as you spoke, “Show me.”

He didn’t have to ask what that meant and he certainly wasn’t in the position to deny. Jonathan stayed close as he whipped off his shirt and began to work on his belt. You scattered more kisses to his cheek and neck as he worked his pants and underwear down to his thighs. His erection sprang free from the confines, bobbing against his stomach.

Jonathan captured your lips once more, muffling a groan in a heated kiss before grabbing your hands and pushing you back. “On the bed,” he ordered.

A more gentle push made you sink onto the side of the bed, your eyes never once leaving Jay’s. His hands traversed your body, maneuvering you onto your back, spreading your legs and ridding you of your underwear. Your fingers dug into the white sheets, watching the fire in his eyes when they landed on another naked part of you.

When your underwear fell to the ground, his focus fell to your exposed pussy, his tongue wetting his lips before looking back up to your face.

Your foot reached out and tapped his thigh.

One of his hands fell to your knee and parted your legs further. Neither of you spoke as he lowered himself, your gazes never leaving the other’s until Jonathan gave a tentative lick to your folds.

Your stomach fluttered and your hand unfurled from the sheets to card through his hair. His mouth enclosed around your slit, tongue teasing your entrance as his upper lip brushed your clit.

“Jay…” you breathed, thumbing back a lock of hair that had fallen against his forehead. He hummed, his hands now gripping both your thighs as the tip of his tongue pushed in.

After a few minutes of exploring, he pulled away with a soft smack. His body caged yours as he rose.

With a final soft kiss to your cheek, he uttered, “More?” His hands found yours and held them hostage at the sides of your head.

“Please,” you replied.

Jonathan mumbled an ‘okay’ before one of his hands left to line himself at your entrance. The head, engorged, throbbing, easily passed through your folds. Jonathan eased himself in, slowly sinking into your warmth until reaching his hilt. He let out an airy huff when your hips met.

“Fuck, that feels good.” You nearly missed his words. The hand that had guided him in snaked up your body, fingers brushing your stomach, your breast until it wrapped firmly around your neck. His hips began to move, looking down at your lustful face as he lightly squeezed with each drag of his cock against your walls.

His head fell next to your head and mouthed at your jaw, his teeth grazing the skin every so often. With a harsher squeeze to your neck, he delivered a deeper thrust, your hips pounding together at the force and making you choke out a gasp.

Another hammered thrust. Jonathan groaned into your skin, “So fucking good for me, baby.” His lips met yours in another greedy, sloppy kiss. His thumb pressed deep into your neck.

You didn’t know it then, but ‘Jay Farraday’ would be gone by morning, leaving no trace behind. No number, no card, no poorly written excuse. It was like he never existed in the first place.

When you left your hotel room, you decided to ask the front desk if anyone sharing that man’s name was still checked in and, if so, to give him vague thank you for the night prior.

“I’m sorry but we haven’t had anyone with that name recently. No check ins or outs,” the clerk said after a quick computer search.

Something settled in your gut. The bar you had met him in was exclusive to the hotel’s guests. He wouldn’t have been able to get through the door without a room key.