#ro writes

“hey! so we- oh hi matty.”

his lips part at the sight of you: cute pink pajama shorts and a tank with no bra, and your sleek black glasses he’d only seen once, your gorgeous and silky hair falling gracefully over your shoulders.

you apologize for your appearance, “sorry I thought you were one of my friends. girls’ night. what’s up?”

the rhythm of your voice alone made him go insane. the way you made him feel was indescribable, and with the way you were talking so sweetly and casually talking to him? matty almost combusted on the spot.

he forces himself to answer. “no worries, I just, um-“

c’mon matty, don’t chicken out now, you’ve gotten this far, he thinks to himself.

he clears his throat, “i have like, a proper dinner for my business club and i'm able to bring a plus one."

you see where this is going, and lean into the side of the door, interested.

he speaks calmly, "it's this friday if you're free."

you and matty had been friends for a while, initially getting paired together for some stupid assignment for your class that had you blossoming into real friends. roommates and friends teased you about him, months of comments like 'he's practically your boyfriend' and 'he one hundred percent fancies you!' making you second guess you and matty's relationship.

although he wasn't your traditional type: super strongly built athletic guys that inevitable ended up cheating on you, matty had a sweet and nervous soul you had a soft spot for. sure he was dorky, but in a charming and irresistible way that made your stomach flip.

"are you asking me out, matty?"

he almost falls to his knees, "um, yeah. yes. if you want to go. but if you have plans-"

"i'll be there." you respond firmly.

he couldn't believe it. had he heard you correctly?

"what time healy?"

your response propels his confidence, "starts at 6, but i'll meet you here at 5:30?"

"sounds great."

he smiles, "see you then."

his eyes are met again with the pine door and with the circumstance you'd actually said yes. a sigh of relief fills his lungs.

***

as you unplug your curling wand, you hear a rhythmic tap of matty's knock against your door. you smile to yourself as your eyes meet the time: 5:30 on the dot.

"hello, oh-"

he takes a breath as you open the door, the wind being completely knocked out of him by your outfit. a shimmery, light blue dress hugs your figure, accentuating your breasts with its somewhat revealing cut. he's visibly shaking from the adrenaline, and he gawks at how stunning you look. his eyes fall down to your chest, quickly reverting to your even more alluring eyes.

you giggle at his reaction, "this pass the dress code?"

"yeah, yeah," he mumbles. "look fantastic." he can't believe how this is happening, and the idea of how you dressed up all for him made his heart pound even faster. his eyes rake your body, mind wandering to dangerously inappropriate places.

before he can come out of his daze, you decide to fluster him a bit more. "come in," you say, getting on your tiptoes and giving him a kiss on the cheek.

his brain practically explodes as he enters and by a miracle he finds his voice, "these are for you, by the way." the plastic in his hands hold a bouquet of your favorite flowers, plastic crinkling as you place them down on your desk, thinking of how the hell he knew which one was your favorite.

"thank you, that's so sweet."

truth be told, he saw a drying bouquet of them sitting in a vase the first time he'd come over, and made it a point to himself to remember which one it was but you didn't need to know that.

matty takes a seat at your desk, briefly looking at your scattered pens and crumpled papers as you finish getting ready, reading a reminder you'd written to yourself on a sticky note:

iron blue dress for friday!!

your voice erupts from across the room, "sorry, i'm almost done. just need to put these on."

dreamily, he sighs as he watches you fish for your shoes, "no rush."

you grab the pair of nude heels and walk over to your bottom bunk, the mattress giving way underneath you. you hunch over to buckle your shoes, hair falling over your gorgeous face as you do so. matty notices your dress crinkling, talking hurriedly.

"let me? your dress."

within seconds he's knelt down in front of you. he slides the shoes on one foot at a time, nimbly putting the fabric through the buckle and tightening them. he was being so delicate it was almost as if your ankles were hurt. it was a weirdly intimate action, but it felt right in the moment.

you take the time to notice his suit, a black fitted one with slacks and dress shoes, and a deep crimson tie fell around his neck, all ironed and crisp.

his tie is undone, you notice.

his curls bounce ever so slightly as he finishes and looks up at you, eyes meeting yours, filled with excitement and eagerness. "all set?" he asks, holding his hand out to you.

you laugh, making his heart skip a beat. "i am, but are you?" you say pointing to the tie hanging around his neck.

he feigns surprise, "oh, i didn't know how to tie it."

yes, it was a tad cliche that he wanted you to tie it for him, and yes, he overplayed how this moment would go in the mirror when he got ready, but he thought it would be like those scenes in romance films, breaking the awkwardness and anxiety he had, creating that perfect moment he dreamed of.

oh the romantic he was.

without a word, you start knotting it, flipping it back and forth with ease. his swallows hard as you continue, praying you don't realize how he almost isn't breathing. he stares, eyes following your every movement as you finish and start to dust off a few lint pieces off his shoulders. your hands meet the front of his chest, their warmth steadying him.

"much better," you smile.

he nods. "shall we?"

***

the venue is gorgeous, decorate elaborately with pots of flowers and chandeliers placed meticulously around the room. a few professionally made banners hang across the wall with people taking pictures with them, light music playing in the background.

matty smooths out his suit, "do you want a drink?"

a sound of surprise leaves you. "you're allowed to? i though this was a uni function."

his hand finds its way to yours, "sometimes you've got to mix business and pleasure, sweetheart." he winks, "plus it's an open bar."

you're shocked. normally he doesn't act this way and is very inderect, but something's got a hold of him tonight. you like this version of him.

your voice drips with poshness as you play along, "oh pardon me mr. business matty. i'll take one then."

his heart soars.

you soak in the environment as matty leads you to the bar and orders both your drinks, noticing the amount of people in the room.

matty passes your drink to you with a small napkin, raising his own glass to yours. "to having a good night."

you smile, "cheers."

the glasses clink and you both take a sip, the sharpness of the alcohol easing both your nerves. you notice he's a little closer now, less tense than earlier. a warm feeling spreads across your chest.

a voice booms from a few feet away. "hey man! where have you been? we've been looking all over for you." matty seems just as excited to see him, the stranger's arm slinging around matty as the pair turns to you. "who's this gorgeous thing?"

"this is y/n." he pauses, unsure if he should elaborate. he'd told george that he liked you, and being the good friend george was he'd even practiced with matty how he would ask you out; so in short, he really did know who you were.

you shoot him a friendly smile, "nice to meet you-?"

"george." he says with a smirk, relieved to finally meeting you. " so you're the famous y/n we keep hearing about. you know matty-"

matty practically pushes george off him with a forced laugh, "that's enough from you." he pats george on the chest with a fake smile that makes you bite back a smile. "off you go mate."

george lowers his voice as he starts to walk away, "keep me updated, yeah?" he waves goodbye to you both as matty grumbles and rolls his eyes.

"keep him updated on?" you wonder, having a slight feeling it was related to you.

matty's hand meets the small of your back, "you'll see soon enough gorgeous.”

you keep your laughter at bay as someone on the microphone urges everyone to take their seats.

***

throughout the night, speeches and awards are given to the graduating class. some got money and others received a trophy or certificate of some kind. it was almost sentimental, and it reminded you of past banquets you hat to attend.

you sat there pretty and politely enduring what seemed like an hour or two of talking.

and that's all he was thinking about.

how could you like him so much to the point where you'd endure absolute nonsense on a topic that you had no interest in? you virtually knew nobody and still made the effort to try and get to know the people sitting at your table. only few people could do that. but that's just what you were: an angel.

deep down, matty knew you were a naughty one. from the kinds of sexual jokes you'd say to the smutty book he caught you reading once, and even when you rolled your eyes at matty's praises during study sessions, he noticed how your legs lightly squeezed together. and the fact that you were doing it as he placed his hand on your thigh made him want to kiss you and wear your lipstick for the rest of the night but he takes control of himself.

matty's ever the gentleman though, pulling your chair out and checking in on you after a long bit of conversation he's had with a friend. you start to chat with the girl sitting next to you, and to your surprise she's very nice.

"you're here with matty?" she asks.

"i am yeah," you reply as matty and a group of boys laugh loudly next to you. "are you part of the club?"

she, charli you learn, laughs. "oh no. tried one class and hated it. met george in it though, we've been together ever since." she points to the man you met earlier, talking with a few friends.

a few hours go by and matty and you circulate around the room, meeting different people and professors. after each conversation, matty explains the drama of the club: who's hooked up with who and why that last guy you talked to blocked the other guy from two conversations ago.

you two return to your original table, seeing everyone start to head out. matty turns to you, "ready to go love?"

you nod, chairs scraping against the floor. his arm snakes around your waist as you gather your things, a shive running through you.

the weather turned colder than expected as matty holds the door for you and his friends. they're all chattering about a myriad of things as they start to disperse, and you overhear charli say a few words to matty:

"she's lovely, well done."

they share a hug and you smile to yourself as matty's attention comes back to you.

"did you have fun?" he asks, sliding his hand into yours.

of course you reply in the affirmative, informing him of you how perceived the night, awards, people, etc. as matty notices your teeth slightly chattering.

he sheds his coat as you continue, placing the thick fabricc over your shoulders. he's not totally sure you notice as he opens the door to your building. you talk the entire elevator ride up to your room, but matty doesn't mind; he'd listen to you all day if you'd let him. the steel doors open you you arrive at your door, his hear pounding in his chest.

this is it, he thinks.

he's nervous. oh so nervous and the fact that he can smell your shampoo from here makes him dizzy.

"thank you for inviting me. i really had a good time." you genuinely say. it was nice to see him outside of an academia stting for once.

he shoves his hands in his pockets, "'course. wouldn't imagine going with anyone else."

your cheeks heat at his comment, and you wait for a moment before reaching to enter the number sequence to open your door.

say it matty, you both think.

"can i kiss you?"

the words come out rushed, and he winces at his delivery. anxiety bubbles in his stomach but quickly dissipates when he hears a light chuckle from you.

"yeah," you say, closing the space between you two.

"okay," he breathes, slowly placing his hands on your waits, and yours wrapped around his neck. there's a brief moment of realization for him that there's a good chance you've done this before and he well, just hasn't. he doesn't want to mess this up, and heavens he's so afraid to do so.

"is now a bad time to say i've never-?"

he feels a tug on his tie as your lips come just an inch closer to his.

"just kiss me."

he nods, lips meeting yours. of all the time staring at them, they're softer than what you expected, but with the same intensity and passion you imagined them with. his arms pull you closer to him as he breaks the kiss, now only millimeters away from you. a shared sigh fills the dingy hallway.

"good night, matty." you smile, gently wiping your lips with the back of your hand.

god, that smile.

"good night, y/n."

He wanted to hear your pretty purrs when his hand dipped underneath your pants and his thick, rough fingers slipped between your slick folds. Wanted to feel how soft and velvety your mouth was wrapped around his cock. Needed to hear his name fall from your lips as he bottomed out inside of you, feeling you claw against his back as he folded your body in half so he could watch every expression that he elicited. 

It’s not like you were a stranger to him and that almost made it worse for Obi. You didn't withhold from touching him, letting your hand graze the muscles on his arm every time you spoke. He wanted so badly to forgo the whole dating process and make you his carnally, but alas he was a gentleman. He knew what you deserved and he’d be damned if he didn’t give you the world, he just didn’t know where to start.

On the other hand, you thought you had made it pretty obvious to the Captain how much you liked him. You tried to make sure you excessively touched him, laughed while twirling your hair at almost everything he said and told him how funny he was any time he came in. It felt hopeless though because he just did not seem to pick up on any hints you were dropping. 

You knew the Special Fire Forces worked dangerous jobs, but you saw Obi more than anyone. It seemed like almost every week he was coming in for new personal protective equipment because one of his had been damaged or lost. 

The large man walked in sporting his orange jumpsuit, tied at his waist with a tight black shirt clinging to his form. “Good morning, Ms. y/l/n! My shield was damaged in the fight in town square last night so I figured I’d come down and get a new one.” He said with a glint in his eye. You looked up from the paperwork you were filling out and gave him a smile, “Sure thing Captain Obi. Go ahead and leave it at the front desk and I’ll send the new one with Lieutenant Hinawa when he comes in for the fit testing for your uniforms.”

He waved his hand at you while chuckling, “Stop with the formalities! Call me Akitaru.” You felt the twinge in your core, “You know, since I’m here we might as well do the fit testing! Save yourself and Takehisa some time.” He said sporting a big, cheesy smile with his hands on his hips.

Narrowing your eyes at him, you pushed the paperwork aside while smirking. “I suppose that’d be a wise decision, and I can’t tell the Captain no can I?” Obi let out a laugh. “No you cannot!” 

As you came around your desk, Obi took note of the slim black pencil skirt hugging your curves, a tight white button up top adorning your torso. He turned with you towards your door and felt your finger tips brush against his upper arm, “You know where to go so I’ll let you lead the way, Akitaru.” His brain felt like it was going to short circuit between hearing his name fall from your lips, feeling your fingers against his hot skin and seeing your plump body accentuated by your formal attire. 

“Oh- I- uh. Yeah, Yeah of course.” He stuttered before leading the way towards the PPE fitting room.

His breath was hot on the inside of his suit, his dick straining against his underwear after you so intimately watched him get changed out of his jumpsuit and into his infernal fighting suit. Of course it was just for safety purposes. You know, to make sure the fabric didn’t rip or anything in the process.. Totally not to watch his muscular appendages flex without anything to hinder the view. 

Durability tests were performed to ensure the integrity of the suit during combat, then came the final fit check to guarantee the suit fit accurately to his body. You couldn’t do this with everyone's suits, but considering they submitted their measurements monthly to accommodate for physique changes you could allow for single suit fit checks every 6 months or so. Luckily for Captain Obi, he got to be the model this time. 

After instructing him to T pose with his legs spread, you began checking the crevasses of his under arms to certify there were no tears or significant gaps between the fabric and skin. Obi felt his cheeks heat up when he suddenly realized where else you would have to check; his groin. 

You pulled away and gave him an awkward smile, “So, the next part… I kind of have to check,” you pointed downward, “in your uh.. Nether regions.” 

Thank Sol his helmet and mask were covering him and you couldn’t watch his cheeks flush further. He cleared his throat and did his best to sound calm and collected though he was quite the opposite, “Y-yeah of course! Gotta make sure the suit is up to par. N- no problem there, Ms. y/l/n.”

You rolled your eyes and smiled for real, “You’re up my ass about formalities but you’re still calling me that? You know my first name is y/n so please feel free to call me by it.”

He nodded behind the helmet and mask, “Sounds good, y/n.” And oh did you feel like your knees were going to give out. 

When you crouched down to begin performing the inspection, Obi’s dick strained once again against his underwear. He wasn’t a man who prayed often, but right now he was praying hard that whatever being was out there would make sure you didn’t see or feel his rock hard erection for you. His prayers must have been heard because you didn't hesitate or stutter a single time. Little did he know, you were doing your best to avoid letting your excitement run down your thighs. 

Akitaru Obi was a man who had a fairly large rapport with those around him, and seemingly an even larger stature and personality. At a whopping 6’2” tall and 238lbs in weight, he was far taller than your small height. You didn’t weigh too much less than him and you wondered if he was into plumper women, and if he was you pondered how he handled them. His hands and his feet were substantial, it made you fascinated with the concept that his member was just as sizable. 

He snapped you out of it, literally, but humorously by snapping in your face. “Hey space cadet, I was wondering if you were free tonight. There’s a bar that does covers of different rock songs Wednesday nights. I know it’s mid week and you totally don’t have to but I think it would be fun!’ 

You squinted and jabbed your finger into his chest, “Is Akitaru Obi asking me out on a date perhaps?” He smiled at you and lowered his head to meet your line of sight better, “Perhaps I am, if she wants to go out with me?”

There was a moment of silence before you bit your lip and spoke, which didn’t go unnoticed by him. “I would love to. Can you pick me up at eight?”

-

A little black cocktail dress may have been a little presumptuous for the occasion, but that obviously didn’t matter when you opened the door to his heart eyes looking you up and down. 

He was dressed in black jeans, with a blue button up with sleeves rolled up that hugged his arms, how yummy.

You opened the door and offered for him to come into your quaint little apartment, taking a mental image of how well those pants hugged his ass.

 Your walls littered with certificates and achievements from Tokyo’s Health Organization. The entertainment center that sat below your tv on the far side of the room was covered in pictures of you and your family members throughout the years. 

Obi paused to admire them while you put on your shoes, “Wow, looks like there’s a lot of love behind these photos.” You smiled gently while adjusting the straps, “Yeah, lots of love and laughter. Kind of cheesy but my moms favorite quote is, ‘Live, Laugh, Love.’ I hated it growing up, it felt so cringy to say but the older I’ve gotten the more I’ve come to admire it.”

You stood up straight and smoothed your dress. “How does it look? Is it too much?”

He came face to face with you, his lips inches from yours and you could feel him hesitate. “No, I think you’re perfect. And I mean that wholeheartedly.” He didn’t want to sabotage the night. He genuinely wanted to take you out and listen to music, have some drinks, enjoy your company but he felt this lewd desire to keep you to himself tonight. He wanted to be the first and only person this evening to see you in this dress. 

As Obi’s thoughts tumbled on, you softly pressed your lips to his. As he closed his eyes he could have sworn he saw fireworks. Grabbing the side of your face with one hand, and pressing your lower body into his with the other he deepened the kiss. Sliding his tongue against your lips, begging for you to allow him entrance. 

When you obliged he felt his already hardened cock twitch with desire. “I- I can’t y/n.” he gasped as he pulled away from you before kissing you again, “I need you. I can’t wait anymore. I’ve thought about you, fantasized about you for months.. Please just let me make you mine.” “I’m yours, all yours.” You moaned as he began to trail kisses down your neck.

Akitaru was a man of taste, he would never leave hickeys or bite marks where someone could see them, so of course he followed the ‘collarbone and below’ rule. However, that did mean that whatever skin wasn’t visible with clothes on was game for him to do whatever, and oh was he going to.

Dropping to his knees, he ascended to your chest and began to nip and suck for just a moment before dipping below your bra and attaching his lips to one of your nipples. He swirled his tongue over the nub while simultaneously pinching and twisting the other. Your head flew back and you grabbed a handful of his hair, “A-akitaruuuu please. Can we please go to my room?” 

Naturally, he picked you up in a firefighter style, “Where to miss?” You giggled as you slapped his ass, “Third door on your right!”

He gently set you on your feet in front of your bed before initiating another heated makeout session. However, when his hands began to wander this time he was slipping your straps down your arms and between kisses asked you, “Are you sure this is okay? I don’t want to move too fast.” You shook your head, “Never too fast. I’ve needed you for so long too.” 

That was all he needed to hear from you before he was pushing the dress past your waist and hips as well, leaving you in the strategically matching bright red lacey panties and bra. “All this for me huh?” “Well of course.. I was hoping that at some point I would get lucky tonight” You winked. 

Obi groaned as he cupped your tits and unclasped the back. Pushing you backward until your the backs of your knees hit the bed and you were forced to sit, he began groping and kneading your plush thighs. “Can’t decide if my favorite thing tonight is going to be tasting your pussy or getting to shove my cock inside of you.” You gasped at his words as you fell back onto your elbows.

He unbuttoned both his shirt and pants and threw them aimlessly somewhere in the room before making a show of pulling his boxers down, letting his cock spring free and slap his stomach. Your eyes widened as you realized that your assumptions about his length were true. Not only was he a good long but he was deliciously thick. 

The wait for him was agonizing as he pulled your panties from your core and down your legs. There was a strand of slick connecting you to them and he let out a deep moan thinking about how sweet you must taste. 

He parted your legs and kissed from your knee down to where you needed him most, savoring every little noise you made. He proceeded to lick a stripe from your slit to your clit before attaching his mouth to your little bundle. Swapping between licking and sucking, moving between clit and your sopping cunt he spent close to an hour edging you. Watching you intently, listening closely and pulling away just as your chest began to heave and your words became incoherent. 

He just wanted to savour your taste and feed his auralism. I mean, could you blame the guy when you sounded so needy and desperate?

“Please. Please let me c-cum. I can’t handle it a-anymore.” You managed to gasp out, “Need to cum so I-I can have your cock.”

You felt him smirk against you as he hoisted your legs up and dove straight in. He made quick work with his tongue against your sensitive bundle. As you went to grab his hard you looked down to find him watching you and that was it. The coil in your stomach popped as your orgasm came crashing over you. 

Kitten licking you gently to prolong your orgasm, but making sure to stop when signalled to avoid causing you any pain from overstimulation. 

He crawled up your body, kissing and nipping as he went until he was face to face with you. Lowering himself, he connected his lips with yours and pushed his tongue in your mouth to make you taste yourself, “Delicious, aren’t you?”

He then sat up and spat on his hand before rubbing it up and down his length a few times. Leaning back over you he whispered in his ear, “Gonna stretch your cunt out and ruin you for anyone else.” You gasped and with those words he reached between your legs and spread your folds. He eased his tip into you, resting his elbows on either side of your head and caging you in. The stretch was tantalizing and erotic, both of you moaning, groaning, and gasping together in unison. 

You wiggled your bottom to signal you were ready for him to move and he chuckled in your ear, letting his lips graze the shell of it. “Greedy girl huh?” “Mmmm… yess”

It felt neverending as he just kept inching himself in, you swore you were going to split in half from his size. You felt wonderfully full when he bottomed out and let out a lewd groan into your ear. 

Another coil began to twist as he began a damn near ruthless pace, ensuring he bottomed out every single time. He dragged one of his hands down your body to find a perch on your hip and pin you down into the bed. 

“Come on baby, give me another one before I fill your pretty pussy up.”

Oh he swears he saw the heavens split open when he felt you tighten and spasm around him, letting the cutest and sweetest whimper while digging your nails into his back. 

He felt himself getting closer, and his pace became sloppy to mirror it. Pushing himself up onto his hands to watch you, he grabbed your face and kissed you passionately, dirty and hungry. It was teeth clashing, tongues sliding against one another and he could tell you were giving him all you had for that kiss. 

The damn broke in his mind and he fell over the edge, spilling himself into your gummy walls. 

Sweaty and panting he fell forward onto his elbows once, giving you a big grin. “I think this is the best way I could have possibly finished my day. Literally, ha!” 

You rolled your eyes and squished his cheeks between one of your small hands and kissed him, “You’re such an idiot sometimes.. I love it.”