#garf writes

you were conflicted internally by the proposition, but going against better judgement you said yes. he seemed pretty happy by the situation and you two properly exchanged numbers. it's not uncommon that atleast once a week he gives you a booty call, simply giving you a motel location and a time followed by an emoji.

you know you should turn him down and that what you have right now is terrible. it twists your stomach knowing that he's cheating on his wife with you, sometimes you wonder if she even knows what he's doing during his late night visits with you. you wonder if she's also seeing others, and that's why he chooses to lay you.

it's another late night visit with him that has you mostly ponder this. it's his usual set-up, a simple text with all the details you need followed by another asking if it was possible for you to make it. you always respond with a yes against your better judgement, knowing you should say no to a married man.

next thing you know you're in the motel room and he's already fighting to get his throbbing cock for you. rarely are words shared between you two, usually if words are said it's normally a moan or him asking if he can cum in you.

you should feel guilty about this, but regardless you can't think about it, especially when the pleasure of him fingering you kicks in, his hands needy to just feel you and fill you out. soon he has you pushed onto the bed as your hands wrap around the red tip of his cock, smearing his pre-cum across the pad of your thumb and around his tip. he lets out a soft moan as he catches your lips with a rugged and desperate kiss.

you can barely process whats happening until you find him thrusting into your hole with an iron grip on one of your wrists. you pity your motel neighbors, knowing that nothing can disguise the act. the giveaway sign of the moans leaving from your mouths, the wet slaps of his cock meeting your hole, the bed creaking under the force of deku's thrusts, even just the the sound of your thighs rubbing against him.

"can i cum in you?" he asks, drawing you away for a split moment of the carnal passion. without even thinking you give him a resounding yes as he further proceeds to drill you, the way his cock met all your sensitive spots leaving you close to a climax as you wrap your legs around him. his thrusts become uneven and clearly seeking his own climax, he buries his head into the crook of your neck. the revelation of him using you for his own pleasure throws you over the edge, a poorly-hidden moan leaving your lips.

suddenly he shoves his head deep into your crook as he lets out a soft whine as you felt his cum shoot deep within your hole. his pace considerably slows before he pulls out, leaving you both panting softly in the warm lustful heat of the room. he soon then moves to go clean himself.

there rarely was much in terms in aftercare other than him offering you a hot wet towel to clean yourself with before he either leaves or crawls into bed to rest. it was in the aftermath you remember that outside of this room you mean nothing to him, and only exist as a hole for him to fuck. you sometimes wonder if you're his only side piece or if you're one side piece out of a list.

two hours into laying into bed with him, you couldn't sleep since your mind was too far deep into thinking about the implications of your relationship with him. you heard a soft snore leave his mouth, signifying his resting state. you take that as an opportunity to get up and sit in the dark away from him. you find yourself right by the window looking out at the resting dark world, watching the tiny cars from the 6th floor and the bright neon lights from the various buildings located around the motel.

you've seen his interviews before, mostly the ones with him and his wife, pro-hero uravity. on camera they seem like an old married couple, he seems so soft and loving around her. in interviews where she isn't present, he always seems to find a way to bring up his wife, talking about how wonderful she is. he seems so amazing and kind under the eye of a camera, but you suppose this is a lesson in perspective.

though you would never have the opportunity to ask, and you're sure this will end eventually, you wonder what led him to cheating on his wife with you. you feel terrible about you knowingly sleeping with another woman's husband, but you try to justify it to yourself; you're not the initiator so it's not like you're solely at fault right? plus it's all just carnal acts, it's not like there's any feelings attached so it's not that bad, right?

you’re cuddling your stuffed animal now, thinking about your dad and the boy with red eyes. you stared down at the empty alleyway from your windowsill, your head poking out and resting on the windowsill as you sat on the floor listening to the noisy silence of the world beyond your own. you were bored again, you can only read the same books so many times before their twists no longer surprise you or watch a movie so many times before you practically memorized the script.

to tend to your boredom you watched roads and counted cars, this time you were counting red cars. you were up to four cars today, at least you think you are since you keep zoning out. you felt silly but you kept thinking about the boy with red eyes, you kept fantasizing about his life and who he is. despite his demeanor, how he treated you was far different from what you expected from the outside world. 

when you were young your father drilled into your head that bad guys existed beyond the walls, and that you were only safe inside. on days where you wanted to go outside he’d tell you about how bad people hurt good people for small things, and that if you were to go outside you’d certainly be hurt. he told you how sad and broken he would be if you got hurt, and how much losing you would affect him. you don’t want to hurt your dad or get hurt, so you stay inside for his sake and yours. 

this was just all so strange to you, you never expected the boy to be kind to you, let alone give you your stuffed animal back.

you watched another red car drive by, raising the count to five, each time reminding you of the boy. you clutched your stuffed animal close to your chest, you don’t understand why but you felt weird about the boy. you’ve felt similar about characters in the books you read, but never like this, this was different. he was different.

you felt the heat from the outside softly warm you, you felt like a little kid when your nannies would take the blankets out of the dryer and let you lay in it, feeling the intense warmth from them. you felt tired from the heat and the boredom, you knew you should move and go lay in your bed, but the warmth was too addictive to pass up on. it wouldn’t hurt to rest your eyes a little bit right? 

you HAD to be a ghost, it’s the only way he could explain why no one knew about you or who you even were. this was stupid, he has much more important things to be focusing on and here he was trying to find out about you. at this point he felt like a creepy stalker, but there was just something off about you from how you acted and looked. he had to find you again, he tried asking around in the area about you but no one had a clue as to what he was talking about.

bakugou isn’t the superstitious type, but surely you had to be a ghost, it’s the one of the only ways he could explain nobody knowing who you were. it had been a week since he bumped into you in the alleyway, since he returned your stuffed animal back to you. you looked like a wild rabbit in the middle of the road, big eyes, timid, and shy. when he talked to you it looked like you were shaking, you were terrified. 

at first he just thought you were stupid and left your dumb baby toy in the alleyway, he’s forgotten why he even grabbed the stupid toy to begin with. when he gave you your dumb baby toy back, he had expected you to bolt off immediately, what he did not expect to hear was your soft voice thank him. he felt pathetic in retrospect but he thought you had a cute voice, not that he’d ever say it out loud though.

he immediately walked away from you because he felt embarrassed about it and the whole situation, it’s dumb and he shouldn’t feel this way. what really caught his attention about you was when you bolted past him, that’s what weirded him out. one of the first things he noticed was how you ran away, you were running like prey in the wild knowingly being hunted. the second thing he noticed was your lack of shoes, surely if you were just goofing off outside you would have worn shoes right? thirdly was the biggest thing, but it was how you clutched your toy to your chest. 

he didn’t want to admit it but he, bakugou katsuki, was worried about you- some random nobody. 

he was on the verge of giving up looking for you, besides maybe you just lived far away and came here for a visit or whatever. it’s a long shot but it’s one of the few way he could explain away your behavior. plus obsessing over you like this can’t be helpful for him, especially when he has other things to worry and focus on.

he decided after today he’d stop looking for you, this isn’t good for him, it’s not like him and he wanted to stop thinking about you. he was going to go through the alleyway one more time before giving up, and then once he’s accepted that you’re just a ghost, he’ll move on. 

he walked the street before turning down to the alleyway to stare down the other end, and you weren’t there. he couldn’t explain why but he had hoped you’d be there, but he wasn’t surprised. he left out a soft sigh before going down the alleyway, it wouldn’t hurt to do a simple walk through. the sound of cars masqueraded his footsteps as he walked down the alleyway, his hands deep in his pockets with a scowl resting on his face. 

he stopped for a moment at the spot where your stuffed animal was, something about it wasn’t clicking with him. how did the toy get there? you seemed like you had genuinely lost it so he didn’t think you planted it there, but how would it have gotten there? by some miracle thought he decided to look up, and finally he had his confirmation. 

to protect you from the hero society he has you locked away and living in mid-end apartments to keep from drawing too much suspicion, so while you're aware of the other children in the complex, they have no clue you existed. not that you mind much anymore, after some time you grew used to the dull ache of loneliness, it was just as natural of an emotion to you as joy and boredom. you wished to quell the loneliness but you couldn't bare the emotions your father would feel, you didn't want to make him unnecessarily upset. so you accepted your loneliness in the same way you accepted your gold-plated cell of a room. you had far more than most other children could ask for, your father always making sure your room was abundant with stuff animals and toys.

while one day in your room staring down from your window you watched a little boy playing with what looked like a toy outside on the bottom floor of the apartments. he looked like he was having so much fun, and surely what you would've given to join him- but even when you were small you thought back to your dad and how he would feel. he always made it abundantly clear you were to never leave the apartment without him explicitly telling you so, he always told you that if you were to leave terrible things would happen to you and he would be very sad. when you were able to speak to him again you asked him if he could buy you a new toy that looked similar to the toy the little boy was playing with, that way it would be just like you were playing with the little boy outside. that way it made you feel so much less alone.

the one day you left your apartment without your dad's permission, you didn't want to but you had to! when you got older your dad let you open windows to let in fresh air (and to get a better look outside, but you didn't tell him that), your bedroom window didn't have a screen protector so you could easily lean out to look down the street below you. your window faced the side of another building and gave a very limited view of the roads to both sides. sometimes on days you were really bored you'd count how many cars of a certain color would drive by. right below your window is an alleyway, since you're on the second floor no one ever really saw you- and even then you always duck away and hide if you saw someone walking by. one day you weren't being careful, it was an honest mistake and you wish you could take it back immediately, but you were holding your favorite stuff animal while you were looking out the window to watch.

you weren't paying attention and next thing you know your stuff animal falls out of your hands and into the alleyway below. you're in a near panic when you see it go down and you have no idea what to do, you consider calling your dad for a moment but it's been radio silent on his end for about a month and a half. you'd be worried about him if this didn't happen before, since he's told you it's usually because his work is demanding him, and you wouldn't want to disturb your poor dad while he's working so hard to take care of you, he told you that you should only worry if groceries are no longer being delivered to the house.

combing through your options of how to rescue your stuffed animal, you come to horrifying conclusion that you have to leave the apartment to get him. normally when this sort of thing would happen when you were younger regarding access to the outside, a nanny was instructed to do those sort of things, but ever since you got older your dad entrusted you to be solely alone without supervision. he relaxed on the locks on the front door and even had you taught on how to open the door when you need to bring groceries in after being delivered! but actually going outside? that was scary, but you knew you had to do it for your stuffed animal, for how much it has supported you it's only right you go save it when it needs you!

you stand before the door separating your prison from the free outdoors, a giant pit sitting in the bottom of your stomach as you feel your heart sinking knowing you're breaking the rules. you have second thoughts, terrified of the idea of father finding out and the ramifications that'll follow, you'd certainly get in trouble and you'd most certainly lose your window privileges. then you remember your stuffed animal and how it provided you comfort when you felt the loneliness the most. you take a large deep breath, and hold it while you slowly and carefully unlock the door as if your father were there to hear you, as if he'd bust you any second. once all the locks have been undone, all your left with is turning the knob. releasing your held breathe, you can feel your heart pound with anticipation. this wasn't the first time you've been outdoors but those times were to grab groceries and packages, nothing quite like this. finally you wrap your hand around the cold metallic knob and give it a turn, opening the door slightly to the outside. you nudge your head through the crack you created to see if there was anybody nearby, and more importantly to make sure no one sees you.

after feeling safe and that the coast is clear, you take the the first daring step out of the apartment. your bare foot makes contact with the cheap outdoor carpeting, something your not new to but feels almost foreign given the situation. finally scrounging the courage you plant your other foot outside of the apartment, fully outside now. you feel a soft breeze blow against your hair and hear the sounds of leaves on trees rustling encompassed by the sounds of tires on cars rolling through the roads. again this wasn't the first time but it felt so different, a new experience that carries as much joy as it does fear, and boy were you terrified. you knee you had to be quick, on account of your father and all of the terrible things you've been warned about in regards to the outside world.

you had to keep reminding yourself that if you don't save your stuffed animal, you may never see them again. taking a deep gulp you close the apartment door, making a click noise as you turn to look down the stairs. you know what stairs are but you've never gone down them before, or atleast not in memory you have. you carefully begin to maneuver down the stairs since now you have officially committed to breaking your poor father's rules. even now you could hear him talk about his disappointment in you and how he expected better from you, it upsets you to even think about it.

you reach the bottom of the stairs and carefully watch for your neighbors, to avoid being caught or hurt by the bad people your father warned you about. feeling sure of yourself that no one was around, you bolt for the alleyway, since you need to be quick as you feel the pressure and anxiety rise in you. you feel the wind brush past your face in an almost new embrace. you've felt wind before but truly nothing like this, you could almost smile as you felt your heart pound and your feet meet the new sensation of concrete. it only lasted for a few moments, but in your mind it felt like an eternity. turning in to the alleyway you stop dead in your tracks like a deer in headlights for what stood before you both frightened and excited you.

before you in the alleyway was a boy who looked about your age holding your stuffed animal. it seemed like he was examining it, holding it by it's stuffed leg. you hadn't ever been up this close with anyone your age before, you've seen people your age in movies and tv shows your dad permitted you to watch, but they're nothing like this. everything you know about boys you've either learned from what your dad has told you, what you've read about, and from what you've seen on tv. none of that could have quite prepared you for this.

from your very very limited experience with interacting with boys, as in this is your first real interaction, you think he's rather nice looking. you're most taken aback by his red eyes, you've never met anyone with eyes as red as his, they looked almost like rubies from where you were standing. you were also taken aback by his blonde hair and how it almost seemed like it defied gravity with its spikes, you remembered having a teacher once having hair similar to that. you have no clue how long you were staring, but clearly you stared for too long since he spoke up.

"oi! quit staring at me like that you fuckin' creep!" he almost snarled at you, still holding your plushed toy. you were snapped out of your trance as you felt your stomach sink, your fear enveloping your chest and your mind. you try to open your mouth to say anything, but some internal invisible force prevents you from doing so as you feel your hands tremble. you could feel his firey red eyes burn holes into you, practically destroying any semblance of confidence left in you.

"you gonna say anything you fuckin' weirdo?!" he barked at you again, as you feel your heart do laps in your chest. you gulped as you stared at the stuffed toy in his hands, and courageously you lifted your hand to point at it, still shaking from the amount of fear in your soul. your mind was racing with thoughts, worried that everything your father said about the outside was true, maybe you were safer inside away from the scary world.

the boy follows where your hand is pointing, leading him straight to the plushed toy he was holding. he holds it up better for you to see before simply asking "this yours?" as you nod hesitantly. you could almost make out a 'tch' noise he made, but you were more so focused on the fact he was approaching you. your body was screaming at you to run away but your feet simply laid firm and flat to the ground exactly like a deer in headlights.

he was right in front of you now, officially making this the closest you've physically ever been to someone your age or someone your father did not explicitly allow to make contact with you. you're prepared for all the horror stories to be true, for your father to be right in everything he's said, and to accept your own curiosity killed you. what you were not prepared for was for the boy to hold out the stuffed toy for you. you're not even fully aware he's handing it to you until he nudges it towards you, not sure if this is a trap or not, but you're happy regardless to get your stuffed animal back. you gently take it from him and hold it tight to your chest to soothe yourself and to protect it. you continue to stare at the boy in a mild state of confusion, not expecting this act of kindness from a stranger from the outside world.

"you're too old to be playin' with those kinds of things anymore y'know," he says bluntly, staring you down again as you feel that fear still wrapped tightly around your stomach. however your father always told you when someone does something good for you, you always say--

"thank you." you said softly as you keep your eyes averted downwards from the boy, squeezing your stuffed animal. he seemed taken aback by you, almost like he had rightfully expected you to run away. you heard him loudly exhale from his nose, as he turned his head away from you.

"yeah whatever, just don't be losing your dumb toys anymore." he said before brushing past you and continuing down the alleyway and onto the street you'd came from. you watched him go in awe, as you had expected him to be just like what your father told you to expect. that's right, your father-

you remember your father and how he'd feel about all this and sprint back to your apartment, passing the boy in a mad dash home. had you looked back you would have saw him watch you intently as you ran, curious as to who you are.