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Como um bom namorado, Christopher sabe exatamente qual a sua franquia de filmes favorita: "Pânico". Mais especificamente, o primeiro, lançado em 1996. Quando te perguntou em um dia qualquer, o rapaz não esperava ver seus olhos brilharem tanto, com tanta animação que o pegou desprevenido.

"Meu Deus, esse filme é o melhor! Olha, eu sei que muita gente prefere os outros, mas esse é um clássico dos clássicos! Os primeiros ghostfaces, as falas icônicas, a Sydney..."

Chris percebeu também a sua paixão pelo assassino mascarado. Não somente pelos personagens Billy e Stu, mas pela figura mascarada. Ele não conseguia ignorar como sua respiração ficava descompassada sempre que ele entra em cena, pronto para levar a vida de um personagem; ou omodo como você acabava por esfregar uma cona ma outro, pendendo a cabeça para o lado, no que pareciam ser suas cenas favoritas.

E apesar do seu interesse fictício ser um pouco incomum, seu namorado Christopher que te ama tanto quer fazer uma bela surpresa de Halloween!

...

É uma sexta-feira qualquer na sua vida, seguindo rigorosamente seu planejamento mensal, com um balde de pipoca e sua franquia de filmes favorita, mas sem seu namorado, que precisou cancelar a noite do filme pois tinha uma reunião muito importante na JYPE. Uma pena mesmo!

"Quem foi o assassino no primeiro ato?" Você assiste a voz mascarada perguntar à personagem da Jena Ortega. "Billy Loomis!" No momento em que a garota diz ao telefone você rola os olhos colocando mais pipoca na boca.

"Ah, desculpa Tara, mas não está certo..." Absorta na cena você repete as falas junto ao assassino "A resposta certa é Billy Loomis e Stu Macher. São dois assassinos no ato original"

— Viu? Se não tivesse esquecido do Stu você não morreria, vadia burra!

Infelizmente seu telefone começa a tocar, mas no identificador consta apenas um número desconhecido que você ignora. 1 vez... 2 vezes... 3 vezes, até você atender frustrada com a interrupção.

— Alô? — atende passando o filme. Nos primeiros segundos só consegue ouvir uma respiração abafada, então decide desligar, mas a voz se manifesta do outro lado da linha.

"Olá S/n." a voz abafada soa arrastada, e um arrepio sobe a sua espinha. Você olha novamente a identificação apenas para encontrar as palavras "número desconhecido" brilhando.

— Quem é você? —pergunta obviamente confusa, e já deixando o pote de pipocas de lado.

"Alguém que te conhece muito, muito bem"

Seu coração começa a bater mais forte e rápido. Você tenta se recordar se viu alguma notícia de morte suspeita, mas nada, e apesar de seu consciente começar a brigar com você mesma, não consegue deixar de lado o pensamento de que finalmente um louco da cabeça resolveu trazer Pânico para a vida real, e escolheu logo você como sua primeira vítima.

— Você acha que eu vou cair nessa brincadeirinha? Uma cópia mal feita do filme...— Você tenta soar o mais confiante possível, apesar de já estar duvidando da realidade.

"Tudo bem, vamos brincar de verdade ou verdade..." a voz diz, e você se agarra ao telefone, enquanto a imagem congelada do próprio ghostface te encara no filme pausado. "Eu falo um fato sobre você, e você me confirma se é verdade, certo?"

— T-tudo bem...

"É verdade que você ama Halloween" a primeira pergunta é feita, e você demora um pouquinho de tempo para responder, deixando a pessoa estranha impaciente "Responde S/n, é verdade?"

— Sim...é sim.

"Ótimo. Próxima pergunta...é verdade que você ama os filmes de Pânico?" Dessa vez você confirma mais rápido, e o outro lado da linha parece bem satisfeito. Você sente seu coração bater mais rápido a cada segundo que passa, assim como sua respiração, e você tenta ao máximo não deixar transparecer, ao mesmo tempo que decide se deve olhar na janela ou não. "Você está indo bem...é verdade que você tem um namorado?"

— Sim, é verdade...o-o que você quer com ele?

"É verdade que seu namorado faria de tudo por você?" Meu Deus, o que essa pessoa tem com Chris?! Você confirma pensando no seu namorado perfeito e no quanto você o ama. "Lembre-se disso, pimpolho." E com isso a ligação é encerrada.

Pimpolho? As únicas pessoas que te chamavam assim eram seus pais até os seus 12 anos, e nunca mais ninguém soube disso...A não ser...Christopher. poderia Bang Chan estar por trás disso?

A sua mente gira em círculos tentando entender o que está acontecendo, quando um vulto surge no seu corredor entre as escadas e a sala, sendo iluminado pela luz da cozinha. A primeira coisa que você vê é a máscara de ghostface te encarando, mas ao invés da capa e luvas, era uma roupa e um corpo que você reconheceria em qualquer lugar. Calças pretas justas, e a camisa preta que você o presenteou, que felizmente era incrivelmente justa ao corpo, com um coração vermelho se derramando no peito.

Você finalmente entende. Seu namorado perfeito armou um jeito de ser o seu ghostface no seu mês favorito, do melhor jeito possível. E de repente, o nervosismo se tornou excitação, e você estava pronta para pular nele. Bang Chan do lado mascarado, lê o seu comportamento corporal, percebendo que você entendeu o que estava acontecendo, observando como seus olhos o devoravam, como a sua cabeça pendeu levemente pro lado, e você passou a morder seu lábio. Excelente! O plano deu certo!

Os dois se encaram por longos segundos, enquanto um sorriso malicioso surge no canto do seu lábio, enquanto Chris faz o movimento de cabeça igual ao do personagem cinematográfico. Você se levanta do sofá, e anda lentamente, se aproximando do rapaz, aproveitando para movimentar bem os quadris no ato.

— Então, você me me ligou...— não é uma pergunta, apenas uma estatação da situação, que é confirmada por ele — eu tenho um namorado, sabia?! — você argumenta tentando ser convincente, mas piscando "inocentemente" para a máscara impassível — mas você não se importa, não é? — é como resposta o homem nega com a cabeça. Sorrindo, você repete uma das cenas icônicas do filme: — Você quer brincar de assassino psicopata? — Chris confirma com a cabeça, e você continua, fazendo uma voz falsa de vitima de filme — tá, tudo bem... por favor não me mate Sr. Ghostface! Eu quero estar na sequência!

Sorrindo você tenta passar pelo corpo do rapaz, acreditando que ele iria te seguir, mas ele te pega de surpresa, te pressionando na parede do corredor, com a mão firme em seu pescoço, pressionando no local certo para arrancar o ar dos seus pulmões, te fazendo revirar os olhos.

— Que tal uma brincadeirinha diferente? — Abafada pela máscara a voz de Christopher fica aindamais atraente, e o fato do rosto do homem estar tão próximo do seu não ajudava em nada na sua excitação. Perdida em pensamentos impuros e ávidos para as brincadeiras de verdade, você demora va entender que ele tinha começado a contar, e então precisou de um esforço maior para perceber que você precisava correr e se esconder.

...5... A escada que liga os andares do casa pareciam ter dobrado de quantidade, e mesmo subindo 2 de cada vez, eles pareciam não ter fim ...

...4... você só tem duas opções para se esconder : seu banheiro, ou seu quarto. Ambas as portas te encaram, mas você não consegue se decidir qual a melhor opção...

...3... ao olhar o banheiro, seu cérebro tenta enlistar os possíveis lugares para se esconder, mas apesar da falta de luminosidade, você não tem muitas opções...

...2... tem o gabinete embaixo da pia, mas você não cabe, já que ele é pequeno de mais, e ir para atrás da cortina da banheira, é a ideia mais ridículo do mundo! Então você só tem uma opção...

...1... tudo bem, você conseguiu chegar a tempo no quarto! Está tido sob controle, você ainda tem tempo! Mas onde se esconder? Embaixo da cama? Dentro do armário? Atrás do guarda roupa?

É o momento em que você percebe que o andar de baixo está muito silencioso. O mascarado não estava mais contando e você não ouvia passos. Tentando raciocinar o que pode ter acontecido, seus olhos se movem pelo quarto, até pararem na janela, que no momento também parecia um espelho, mostrando a figura de preto logo atrás de você.

— Por favor...— Você súplica se virando de frente para ele, e as mãos do rapaz vão direto para seu pescoço novamente, te fazendo revirar os olhos. Tentando continuar no teatro, e não demonstrar o quão excitada está, usa a sua voz mãos desesperada, segurando o braço que te segurava. — eu faço o que quiser...

— Ah...música para meus ouvidos...

Usando a outra mão livre, o homem a prende nos seus cabelos na nuca, te puxando para baixo, te fazendo se ajoelhar. Você entende o comando de cabeca lhe dado, e abre o cinto que segura a calça preta justa, e assim que abre a peça, a desce até seus joelhos, junto com sua cueca, liberando seu membro já ereto. Sua boca saliva com a visão: seu namorado com a máscara mais atraente do mundo, com a camisa mais gostosa do mundo, com o pau mais delicioso do mundo, te encarando.

Pegando o pênis que já estava melecado de pré gozo, você o coloca na boca, sentindo o peso delicioso na sua boca. Movimentando sua cabeça lentamente, em um movimento de vai e vem, o olhando com grandes olhos pidões. Mas o rapaz não tem planos de te deixar no comando, usando a mão na sua nuca, para se forçar para dentro da sua boca, te surpreendendo enquanto ele solta um grunhido alto de satisfação.

Christopher estava cada vez mais incisivo com seus movimentos, não só com a mão, pressionando seu rosto contra o dele, mas também movimentando os quadris contra sua boca, fazendo seu membro chegar até a ponta da sua garganta, e voce pressionar suas unhas nas coxas masculinas, tentando nao se perder na situação. Seu namorado sempre foi mais dominante no quarto, mas dessa vez a máscara parecia ter libertado uma fera que ele tentava prender. Fera essa que fodia sua boca e preenchia o quarto com gemidos roucos e abafados pela máscara

Você sente as veias do seu membro ficarem mais grossas, e o pênis do rapaz se contrair na sua boca, indicando que ele estava perto do orgasmo, mas ele se retira da sua boca, ato que você não gosta nenhum pouco, tentando o pegar novamente, mas recebendo um leve tapa na mão para te afastar. Bang Chan observa seus olhos vítreos, as bochechas vermelhas, e o modo como a saliva se mistura com seus próprios fluidos ainda conectaram seu pênis com a sua boca. Como ele queria poder gravar essa cena para sempre!

Ele passa a mão por seu rosto, te acariciando, e claro você aproveita o momento. Com uma ordem abafada, ele te auxilia a ficar de pé, te fazendo caminhar até o pé da sua cama, onde te coloca de quatro, de frente para um espelho que você tinha certeza que ficava do outro lado do quarto. O rapaz enrola seu cabelo no pulso, fazendo como um nada eficiente rabo de cavalo, mas um cabresto bem útil.

Bang chan puxa sua cabeça pra trás, te fazendo grunir de dor, excitação e surpresa, sua máscara se aproximando lentamente do seu ouvido. "Novo joguinho, vamos ver se você vai ser melhor nesse, tudo bem?" Apesar das palavras ameaçadoras, você não conseguia sentir nada além de excitação. Ainda no teatro, você confirma com a cabeça avidamente "Você só pode gozar, quando eu disser, entendido?"

O corpo do moreno se afasta de você apenas para poder te livrar dos seus shorts e calcinha, que estava extremamente molhada com a sua excitação. Se posicionando atrás de você, Christopher afasta suas pernas, se alinhando na sua boceta. Ao invés de te penetraram de uma vez, o mascarado brinca com o próprio membro, o melecando com a sua excitacao, ao mesmo tempo vendo sua reação através do espelho. O modo como tombou a cabeça, jogando sua bunda delicioso para trás, em busca de mais dele.

Com um forte tapa em uma das suas nádegas ele te segura pela cintura, e te penetra, arrancando o ar dos seus pulmões. Suas estocadas começam lentas, mas precisas, saindo completamente de você, só para poder entrar novamente, mas ainda mais fundo. Ele coloca o corpo sob o seu, puxando seu cabelo novamente, mas posicionando sua cabeça para que você veja bem o reflexo de seus corpos se movimento em cada estocada.

— Olhos no espelho garotinha, se você parar, eu paro. Entendido?

Com você repetindo sim, e implorando pra ele não parar, Christopher sorri dentro da máscara. Ele sempre amou a garotinha obediente dele, e sabia que hoje não seria diferente.

O rapaz levanta a camisa grande do seu corpo (que na realidade você o roubou), e massageia seu seio, brincando com um de seus mamilos, arrancando um gemido mais agudo da sua doce boquinha. Ele então passa a estocar mais rápido, te fazendo revirar os olhos, e quando você os fecha por dois segundos para se concentrar em não gostar, ele para. Abrindo os olhos, você resmunga "não...por favor..." e Chris repete o movimento de cabeça dos personagens que você tanto ama, sentindo sua boceta se contrair com ele dentro.

— Olhos no espelho princesa! — ele avisa, arrastando o modo de falar, cada segundo se parecendo ainda mais com os primeiros assassinos.

Bang chan volta com as estocadas, mas ele estaria mentindo se dissesse que não estava prestes a gozar. A visão de te ter de quatro, seu rosto no espelho se contorcendo de pazer, com a bochecha ainda molhada com fluidos dos dois, as bochechas ruborizadas e os olhos lutando para ficarem abertos, o encarando com um desejo hipnotizador. Sua boceta tão quente e molhada, o fazendo deslizar como nunca, e sua própria excitação melecando não somente sua bunda, mas também como a virilha e as coxas dele. Você está em todo lugar, e é por isso que ele decidiu fazer essa surpresa em primeiro lugar.

Seu namorado mascarado abaixa seu tronco no colchão, fazendo seu quadril ficar mais alto, e ele ter acessos mais profundos. Aumentando a velocidade das estocadas, mas sem te dar nenhuma permissão. Como imaginado seus gemidos aumentam de volume, e suas unhas se prendem no colchão, e a cama passa a fazer muito barulho, batendo contra a parede.

— Por favor...por favor, eu preciso gozar! — você começa a pedir quando sente o no no estômago começar a ficar cada vez mais forte, e Bang Chan acertar seu ponto G. Você não poderia aguentar por muito tempo.

—Implora pra mim, meu amor. — Christopher comanda, parando apenas para te ouvir pedir, com mais clareza. — Auto e bom tom. Auto o suficiente pro seu namoradinho te ouvir implorar pra um cara que você não conhece terminar de te comer de jeito! — ele manda e você o faz.

— Por favor! Por favor senhor ghostface! Me faz gozar como nunca! Por favor!

Satisfeito, o moreno volta a estocar como antes, rápido e preciso, te segurando firme contra o colchão. O nó no seu estômago, volta a se apertar, o ar dos seus pulmões some, e você não consegue mais manter o olhar no espelho. Seu namorado não estava muito atrás, tendo a mesma sensação no próprio corpo, sentindo seu abdômen se contrair, e seu membro começar a se contrair também. Em questão de segundos, com ambos os gemidos preenchendo o quarto, os dois gozam juntos.

Ambas as respirações estão rápidas e pesadas, quando Christopher finalmente tira a máscara, mostrando sua bochecha também vermelha do calor da máscara, e das sua ultima atividade, e ele completamente descabelado ppr conta da forma em que ele tirou a máscara do rosto. Ele sai de dentro de você, espalhando o gozo dos dois pela cama.

Você apaga por alguns segundos, enquanto seu namorado sorri com a sua moleza e limpa seu corpo, e da um jeito de trocar a roupa de cama, enquanto você deita na mesma, uma tarefa difícil, mas que ele conseguiu mesmo assim.

Quando você finalmente acorda, está deitada sob o peito do moreno, enquanto ele te faz cafuné. Piscando algumas vezes você grune sentindo dor por quase o corpo todo. Christopher sorri docemente pra você.

— Bem vinda de volta meu amor! — ele sorri te apertando contra ele. Você sorri se aconchegante no cheiro reconfortante do seu namorado. — Como se sente?

— Como se você tivesse tirado meus órgãos do lugar. — Você grune e ele solta uma risadinha. — Não acredito que preparou isso pra mim!

— Eu sei que você ama Halloween e que fica excitada quando assiste Pânico. — ele comenta, recebendo um leve tapa de você, que fica envergonhada. Após alguns segundos de silêncio, o moreno pergunta: —Você realmente achou que ficou mal feito?

— O que?! — você se levanta, ficando apoiada no próprio braço pra poder observar seu namorado mais atentamente. — Você realmente me enganou! Eu só comecei a falar aquilo pra ver se você parava de me assustar! Eu realmente amei.

A sinceridade no seu olhar e voz fizeram o coração de Christopher bater mais rápido. Um lindo sorriso surge em seu rosto, e ele te puxa para um beijo lento e amoroso. Distribuindo beijos por seu rosto, ele faz uma excelente proposta:

— O que acha de um segundo round no banheiro? Dessa vez com mais calma, romance e com seu namorado, hum?

The room was dark. Or at least it looked dark to you, the soft black cloth over your eyes blocking out all the light in the room around you. You weren’t sure how long you’d been here, a small room, mostly dark say for one swinging luminescent bulb hanging above your head. You knew that what seemed to be every few hours someone came to check on you. A warm and soft voice questioning if you were okay, if the ropes currently binding you were too tight, if you needed water or food. It was a nice change from the violent introduction that you’d gotten to the group of your captors. 

You didn’t have a quirk, however, you were fairly close with quite a few heroes and often got approached by people asking how you knew this or that pro and if you could get them to do things for them. You had gotten used to the mild fame that came with being seen in public with a pro hero, however, what you weren’t used to was the negative attention that it got you, especially when you came out of meetings with some of the pros. It had gotten you into a bit of trouble this time. 

Normally you didn’t pay much attention to what was going on around you in terms of villains and news, but you were beginning to think that maybe you should have after one late night leaving your friend’s house you were grabbed from behind, a suffocating cloth held over your mouth until you blacked out, only waking up later to the same blindfold on your eyes. 

You were battered and beaten and bruised and in pain from their initial interrogation which ended with them finding out nothing as there was nothing that you knew that would answer any of their questions. Unsure of how long you were in your restraints, you were growing weary that you’d ever be released, hunger, thirst, and exhaustion setting in slowly. However, something seemed different today. Early in the morning your binds were loosened, not enough to free you but enough to alleviate the pressure digging into your wrists and allow a bit of blood flow to return to your hands. The door closed again behind whoever had helped you and you were once more left in silence for a few hours more.

When the door opened again you shifted a little in your place, quickly hearing the soothing voice of the stranger that kept coming to give you just a bit of calm in the storm you seemed to be trapped in. 

“You must be thirsty.” The voice spoke, low and calm and as you nodded the head of a bottle was pressed to your lips. “Drink.” And you gladly did so, eagerly gulping down as much as you could. “What do you say about getting you out of those restraints?” You nodded slowly and shivered at the featherlight touch up along your arms to where the restraints held you in place. A low chuckle emanated from the other following your eager squirming. “Hold still now, you may lose your balance a bit once they’re unhooked.” He spoke softly and you felt cool metal brush against your wrists. You gasped as the rope was cut and you stumbled back, falling into strong and lean arms behind you. You rubbed at the raw marks on your wrists and sighed slowly, only getting more relief as the blindfold around your eyes was finally pulled free and the dim light of the room made you blinked and shake your head slightly. 

“You’ll need to give it a few moments, you’ve been without your sight for so long I’d imagine it hurts to see again.” A hand gently brushed through the ratted and bloodstained locks of your hair and you sighed, nodding slowly. You really only had one question left as you glanced behind you. 

“Who are you?” Your voice was hoarse and scratchy from yelling and you didn’t have the strength to fight against the other to escape. 

“I’ll answer your questions later, my pet. For now, I believe a bath and a nice meal for you are in order.” He spoke softly, brown eyes glittering a bit as he helped you to your feet properly. The mention of food and a bath had your head spinning a bit with disbelief, nodding quickly and making the other smile, not even taking notice of the pet name he’d given you. 

“Good, then let's go get you washed up.” he spoke slowly and kept a gentle arm around your waist to guide you out of the room on shaky legs. 

Before long, you were stripped down in a bath full of bubbles and oils that soothed your pain with the man who’d helped you directly behind you, fingers running gently through your hair to wash the red from your locks.

“Your hair has grown since you’ve been here. Already three weeks now.” His voice stayed soft and you seemed a bit surprised by the time frame. Had it really been so long? You let your thoughts wander a bit before leaning back into the touch as his hands moved carefully through your hair then over your body washing grime and dirt from you. 

“There. All done now.” He hummed and grave the top of your head a gentle kiss. You didn’t pay much attention to it, just trying to let yourself relax a bit. You had no idea how long this would last, or if it would last at all, but you wanted to relish every moment of it that you were given. 

Within the hour you had a big warm meal in you and you were being guided slowly to a room that the man said you could call your own. You pushed back your confusion as he led you to the bed and you were given clothes to change into. 

Once you were changed and you had settled yourself into your bed that was when the other finally decided to tell you who he was, where you were, why you were still alive. Atsuhiro you found was his name, one of the league of villains members and more so your current savior. He had disapproved of your capture and taken a liking to you when you were brought in, deciding to take care of you as best he could and in doing so, you now belonged to him. 

Despite what that entailed, you didn’t seem to mind all that much. He didn’t hurt you, he cared for you, he clothed you, bathed you, kept you safe. If all that you were left to do was belong to someone that had done you no wrong then maybe there wasn’t all that much to worry about? After all, it was a chance to get away from the monotone of your previous life living in the shadow of the accomplishments of others. Being a pet for a dangerous villain? It sounded… interesting, and so you decided to see how things went. 

Three months now had gone by since you’d been there. Your title as Atsuhiro’s pet keeping you safe as you could be inside the lion's den. Your months with him were more pleasant than you  ever could’ve expected. Every meal he ate was in your company, hours spent talking and playing games, quickly learning the other’s skill in magic tricks and illusions. You began to enjoy yourself and as he grew fond of you you grew in turn fond of him as well. You spent more and more time with him where you could and by the time you realized it, you had begun to fall for the other. And yet, despite your name as his pet, despite knowing just about everything you could about the other, his past, his hobbies, his likes and dislikes and him knowing everything there was to know about you, spending countless hours in one another’s company, he rarely touched you. It seemed that the calm and guiding hand on your first day with him wasn’t something regular. 

You would nudge his shoulder or touch his hand when you were together but he never touched back, treating you as if you were some delicate rose that would simply wilt if he touched you. It was fun in the beginning, but you hadn’t really expected to be treated like a pet and not touched. In fact, the longer you were there you began to crave his touch, the feeling of his hands delicate on your skin. Thoughts like this, you were sure, were going to get you in trouble. But the most he  could do was be told no, right? 

Tonight was much like any other night you were with him. He brought to your room a tray with food, setting it on a small table that you both shared in the corner of the room. You peaked up a bit from your spot on your bed, a book, one of many he had provided you, in hand as he greeted you. 

“I see you’re enjoying that one again?” He smiled a bit motioning to your book, mask being set softly on the table beside the tray of food. You gave a little nod and smiled back in return. 

“Yes. I like this one a lot. It was my favorite when I was little too.” You nodded a bit as you slowly stood to your feet and walked over to him.

“You do know there is more in here than just your books. If you keep on reading there won't be any left for you to read.” He teased slightly and walked to your seat, pulling the chair out for you with a small smile across his features. 

“Reading is fun, it’s like going to a whole other word every time you open one.” You nodded a bit and took the seat with a quiet, “thanks.”

“Well that doesn’t matter too much now, let’s eat, then we can talk all you want.” He nodded slowly and hummed a bit as he sat across from you with a kind smile. 

Dinner went slow, moving along steadily as Atsuhiro spoke about the day and what plans the league had for tomorrow, you listened to him closely, taking in every word he had to say to you and carefully watching when his expressions would change. Mask or no, he was a very expressive person and it showed when he was alone with you like this. 

As your supper came to an end you simply listened to him as he spoke, going on and on until you slipped out of your seat, earning a curious look from the other. 

“Have you finished your food already?” He tilted his head a bit only growing more curious as you nodded and stepped closer to him, slowly holding your hands out to take his, carefully pulling him to his feet. “What are you doing?” His voice was soft with curiosity as he stood and you smiled. 

“I’m tired, but I want to keep listening to you, so let’s lie down.” You nodded slowly and led the other toward your bed. He seemed a bit surprised but he nodded a bit and shared the small smile you had. 

“If you’re sure, I don’t want to impose your space.” He spoke calmly as you gently moved him back toward the bed, pushing him lightly to sit. 

“I’m sure.” You nodded a bit and once he was sat you gently pecked his cheek watching as a pleasant red flourished from the place you kissed, his expression otherwise unreadable.

“Wh-what was that for?” He blinked  up at you and you gave a small chuckle. 

“You seem surprised, is it really that odd for me to want to kiss the person that had helped me so much?” You smiled a bit and he nodded. 

“Yes.” He nodded slowly seeming beyond surprised by you which only made you chuckle a bit more, a hand moving up to gently brush across his cheek. 

“Why is that such a surprise? I like spending my time with you, I like talking to you, I think you’re very kind.” You spoke slowly watching his flush darken as he leaned a bit into the hand on his cheek. 

“You do know I am a villain.” He pointed out as if you didn’t know and you nodded a little. 

“Why should that matter to me? Even if you weren’t the only reason I’m still alive I would still like you. Talking to you is fun, and when you brought me here I thought this was going to be much different than it has been. I would very much like for this to be more than what it is now.” You spoke with a soft voice, your hand still gently on his cheek and he seemed to smile a bit more. 

“More as in what?” He spoke softly, a gentle hand reaching up to take your hand in his own and pull you a bit closer. The action made you hum a bit and your own cheeks gained a bit of pink as he carefully pulled you to sit in his lap. 

“You know what I mean. More like the name you gave me entails.” You chuckled lightly and smiled at him. 

“You mean my pet? You want me to treat you like you really are my pet?” He hummed and his other hand moved up to brush some of your hair back from your face, cool metal brushing across your face and you nodded slowly as his hand guided you closer until your lips were almost touching. 

“Yes, like that.” You blushed a bit more and leaned in to close the distance, gently pressing your lips together with his, humming as he gently pulled you back onto his chest against the bed. 

He was tall and thin, and while you weren’t exactly short he made you seem much shorter than you really were. 

His kiss was light against your lips, hands carefully moving to your back to hold you close. 

“Then I suppose it can’t be helped, can it?” He spoke with a hint of teasing in his voice, humming as he returned his lips to yours and the cool metal of his prosthetic slid up and underneath your shirt, running his fingers along the small of your back and making you shiver slightly as you pulled back just a bit from the kiss. “The way you’re acting seems like you’ve been waiting for me to say something about this?” You smirked lightly as he held you and nodded a bit. 

“I wanted you to make the first move. I wanted to know this is what you wanted.” He nodded slowly and kissed you deeply, his other hand brushing your hair back slowly, deepening the kiss just a bit as his other hand explored along the expanse of his back.

Your hands moved slowly as well, fingers playing with the buttons at the front of his shirt, playing with it softly as he kissed you and you just melted against the touch humming happily. 

Before you even knew what was happening the gentle kiss had deepened more and your shirt was being slowly lifted up from your back, sliding further up as he began to undress you, the kiss growing mildly sloppy as you worked on more of the buttons on his shirt getting it undone about halfway before you had to pull back to let the other remove your top, your eyes wandering down over the exposed part of his chest. 

A soft hum left you as you leaned down and pressed a few light kisses to the exposed skin, humming as the other shifted you both, moving both his hands around your waist before rolling so he was hovering over top of you and your back was pressed against the bed leaving him smiling down at you.

“You really have been waiting for this, haven’t you?” You smirked slightly as your hands moved back up to gently finish the job you had started, gently beginning to unbutton the front of his shirt, smirking a bit as you managed and he let you slide his shirt off while he leaned down and began to press featherlight kisses to your chest and neck, never leaving a mark, only soft kisses and light touches down your body. 

“Only a bit, my pet.” He cooed out slowly as his hands found the band of your pants and began to slip them off hearing no complaint from you as your hands explored over his body carefully, fingers grazing along the spot that his prosthetic met his skin watching as the other male shivered at your touch. You smiled softly as you kissed at his shoulder and he gave you a small smile once your bottoms were off, leaving you completely exposed and on display for him. His every movement was slow and cautious, waiting for you to tell him to stop even if you never did. 

“Atsu…” You breathed out his name, soft and slightly shaky with embarrassment as he looked down at you taking in your form with a small smile. 

“Forgive me for staring, my pet. You’re breathtaking.” He purred gently as his fingers carded through your hair and he leaned back down to kiss you hesitating a moment before he pulled back completely. “Would you mind waiting here a moment for me?” 

“Waiting? For what?

“There’s something I need to grab from my room before we can really begin.” He nodded a bit and smiled at you. You hesitated a moment before you nodded and he hummed disappearing off to his own room. When he returned it was obvious why he’d left as he held up a small bottle of pink lube, walking back to you. 

“You left just for that?” You hummed slowly sitting up a bit in your spot as he nodded. 

“It would be hard on you without it.” He spoke gently and easily crawled back over top of you, kissing you gently and passionately as he ran his hands along your body, fingers brushing your nipples and making your breathing hitch as he trailed a hand down and along the inside of your thigh. “Have you ever done this before?” He questioned with a kind expression despite the obvious arousal in his pants pressing forward against the zipper. 

“N-no.” Your voice was soft but truthful as he hummed a bit. 

“Then I will have to be sure to be careful with you, my pet.” As he spoke you heard the soft click of the bottle in his hand opening and watched as he poured some of the liquid into his hand and warmed it between his fingers, gently reaching down and circling your hole with his finger. 

You gasped slightly at the feeling and blushed as he eased the first finger inside you, slowly moving it in and out, curling it and stretching you as your moans began to slowly leave you. “A-Ah… Atsu…” Your breathing stuttered as he pressed a second finger in and began to carefully scissor them and stretch you, your moaning only growing more frequent as he found your prostate and began playing with it, pressing his fingers against you, curling inside you and making you moan more. 

“My pet makes such beautiful sounds~.” He hummed softly and kissed along your neck, your cock growing in hardness against your stomach while he fingered you open.

After what felt like hours he finally pulled three fingers out of you and slipped out of his pants. 

“Do you think you’re ready my pet?” He hummed a bit and rolled his hips against you a bit. With a whine and an eager nod you looked up at him and hummed a bit. 

“Y-yes, yes please.” You shifted a little in your spot to roll your hips back against him, letting out a slightly shaky breath against the skin of his neck as he leaned down to you and you caught his lips in a chaste kiss as he coated his own throbbing member in lube and lined up at your entrance, groaning as he slowly began to press inside of you. 

At first it felt like you were being torn in two, the pressure and bit of pain close to unbearable as he held you, whispering soothingly into your ear to calm you, wiping away the tears that pricked the edges of your eyes and kissing you softly a few times. 

“I’ve got you my pet. You’re alright.” He whispered in your ear encouragement and soft praises as he bottomed out inside you and stilled his hips to let you adjust to him. After a few moments of gentle words and his touch soft against your hips you finally nodded and rolled your hips a little to tell him he could move. He groaned when you rolled your hips but took the hint and slowly began to pull back, his hips easing back in against yours before he repeated the action a few times, fucking into you slow and soft, moaning softly into your ear as he moved. It wasn’t long before both of your moans echoed off the walls and your hands shook as you grabbed onto the sheets beneath you. 

His movements were cautious and careful and thought out, as soon as he knew you were alright he sped up and angled his hips upward a bit, rubbing against your prostate with every movement of his hips, gasps and moans leaving you as he edged you on further, your body trembling under his touch. 

“A-Atsu~!” You gasped out as you looked up at him, lips parted in a silent moan as he pulled you in for a deep and sudden kiss, parting only long enough to speak. “I’m close, my pet.” he groaned as his movements became a bit more erratic and uncomposed. You nodded quickly in agreement and rolled your hips down against him to meet his movements, gasping and choking on air as he fucked into you harder, only pushing you closer to the edge. You couldn’t handle much more, you head was spinning with pleasure as he touched you, one of his hands moving down to firmly wrap around your member and begin to jerk you softly, your moans going up an octave as his hips stuttered into you. 

“I-Im c-cumming!” You gasped out with a louder moan than you intended and you tightened around the other male, head tossing back as you came, body trembling beneath the body of your newfound lover. 

The way you tightened and twitched around him, Atsuhiro didn’t last much longer, a few more hard thrusts and he was spent, groaning as he pulled out and spilled his seed over your stomach and chest to meet your own, panting heavily above you with the lost loving and honest gaze you’d ever been looked at with before, leaning forward and taking your breath away with a long and caring kiss that shook you to your very core. 

You felt like a drowning man getting your first breath of air as you breached the surface, his kiss bringing you somewhere full of love and and hope and desperation. 

Your life before felt like a dull ache in the recesses of your mind, and this new one was full of passion and promise of the likes you’d never before thought you’d have. It was what you needed, what you wanted, and finally you were getting that and more, everything you’d ever desired all behind the kiss of a villain you’d grown to love. 

When his mouth left yours, both panting and gasping for more air than your lungs could hold, you sighed, carding your fingers through the hair he usually kept hidden away, staying a moment both in silent awe of what had happened. 

“Th-that was…”

“Perfect.” He finished the words that were stolen from you in the moment, pressing more light kisses to your lips before slowly pulling back to retrieve a box of tissues beside your bed. 

You nodded in agreement as he began to clean your chest and stomach of cum, slowly allowing you to relax against the bed, allowing you to lie there peacefully and watch as he so lovingly cleared the remanence of your previous activities and rendered both of you exhausted. 

“Yes, perfect.” You nodded a little and pulled the other down against you when he had finished and laid him down with you. 

Warm, lean arms wrapped securely around you as the warmth from his body surrounded you and he pulled the blanket up to trap in that heat. 

“I think it’s time to get some rest.” He spoke with a smile as he held onto you, pulling a slow nod from you. 

“That it is.” You smiled slowly and nodded a bit as he kissed your forehead.