osamu never tried to interact with his followers again after that⊠đ
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nah cause why influencer!reader is the âlalalalaâ to ushijimaâs âokokokokâ
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I may do this this challenge for my novel tbh. Itâs time for me buckle down starting next month!
May Writing Challenge
This May I want to get back into writing. Iâm not at all consistent. Iâm at a point where I donât feel like I can work on bigger things, because I canât guarantee myself to keep working on it in a week from now. So I will take this month as a training month to get back into the habit of writing. I will do this by writing (or trying to write) 200 words every day. Topic is irrelevant. How great my writing is that day is irrelevant. Just 200 words written down. A habit taking 21 days to form was debunked, it does take a lot longer, but 31 days are a start I would say. These are already 140 words, so 200 words every day are hopefully manageable. You're more than welcome to join me if you like đ
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This was so good and I really enjoyed how you wrote Ushijima! The way this man make me feel so soft in the inside like itâs just so insane. Heâs just so urgh! This was just so urgh (in a good way). Thanks for tagging me, youâre such a wonderful writer Chris! đ
KAMA SUTRA SESSIONS!
°â°âąàŒą â„ SYNOPSIS: When you get an appointment from a passing athlete who wants to better his game with women, who's better to answer the call than the resident sÄx therapist?
°â°âąàŒą â„ CW: 8.7k words, told in first person, sáșœx therapist!fem!reader, post timeskip!ushijima, not mentioned but ages are both 26, use of an oc, dialogue-heavy, pwp, peĆetration, cunnilÄ«ngus, fiĆgering, sqĂ»irting, implied size difference, unprotected
°â°âąàŒą â„ DEAR READER, FROM CHRIS: So this was inspired by my most recent field of study: s*x and the kama sutra. and from my research and thinking "hm, who would have an interest in this?" is how this fic came to be. hope you enjoy!
In the life as a sex therapist, thereâs some things that you hear, see, and even experience that add years to the career.Â
 At first, I thought it was going to be a failed business move, considering that sex is seen as a taboo topic by some. I mean, itâs a process as natural as birth but people shame it with such strong resentmentâŠlike itâs an unimaginable evil thatâs ruining the world.
I couldnât help but to think my discouragement was properly placed. I was in a town with families, retirees, no one that would really need my advice.
That âfailed business moveâ of a thought lasted all of a week.Â
Thanks to the small pickett signs I personally had made and placed around the office buildingâs parking lot and nearby plazas, I had clients booking with me by the hour.Â
Couples of all agesâsome married, some divorced, many singles, even polyamorous groupings contacted my office.Â
When people heard of a new sex therapist entering the area and started booking sessions with me, I could only wish to know what was going through their minds.
Iâve dealt with teary confessions about how wives have lost attraction for their husbands, husbands who come to terms with the fact that they donât know how to please their wives. Iâve even gotten singles whoâve come in just to make sure they still know how to perform in the bedroom.Â
In these past four years, Iâve learned that just because people shun the idea of sex and sexual education during the day, theyâll come on their hands and knees at night. Itâs been an interesting ride, but I can proudly say that Iâve helped many people in the area rekindle their sparkle and to finally achieve their goals with their partners.
The days Iâve spent at the office were nothing short of fulfillingâand today was supposed to be like no other.
Supposed to, of course.
My day started out like normal; waking up in my bed with my eyes fluttering open. The first thing I settled my hazy squint onto was the rays of sunlight peeking through my creme shutters, begging to illuminate my room.Â
I pried my hand from underneath my pillow to grab my phone off on my bedside table, the screen greeting me with a single message:Â
(1) VOICEMAIL FROM: Hana
Hana, my cheeky, bright-eyed, receptionist. She joined me when she was a freshman at the local community college, just taking classes until she figured out what she wanted to do with her life. Fast-forward to today, sheâs a fresh graduate with a bachelors in psychology.Â
Sheâs taken it upon herself to call her around 6 A.M every day with a debrief of the day ahead. When I asked her why she does it, the sweet girl simply told me the extra effort was the least she could do.Â
Since then, Iâve bumped her pay high enough so that she can support herself by herself and havenât pressed the topic a vowel further.
With my debriefing at hand, I sat up in my bed, sleep still lingering behind my eyelids. I have half a mind to cancel whatever appointments I have today and sleep just for an hour more. But when I looked down at the time on my screen, it was a reality I knew I couldnât afford.
9:00 A.M.
My office opened in an hour and my first appointment always starts at 10:30âŠbless me.
âOkay, Hana, letâs see what you have for me,â I mumbled as I clicked on the awaiting tab.Â
As my thumb pressed the play button, Hanaâs voice instantly became my background noise for my morning routineâwhich began in the bathroom for a shower.
ââMorning, Y/N! Hope you slept well! I have good news and bad news for you. And no, I canât give you the bad news first because itâs intertwined with the good news. So for starters, you have a light dayâone appointment! Bad newsâŠand this is a first for usâŠthis client booked you for a few hours.â
âHours?!? What the fuââ
Just hearing that made me pop my head from behind the glass shower door. Clients usually meet with me for an hour, an hour and a half if needed but hours???
âI know exactly what youâre thinking becauseâŠwhat the fuck?? But when I explain more about him, I think youâll be impressed.â
âOkay, youâve got a bit of a celebrity on your hands today. This one is Ushijima Wakatoshi. Heâs 26, a player for the Schweiden AldersâŠa professional volleyball team. Heâs playing a game against our national team and is gonna be in town for a few days. He booked with you because, and this is in his words, he says that heâs a little âawkward in the realm of love and wants to improve his social skills andâŠ.intimate skills.â He also sent over test resultsâŠheâs clean, just to let you know . SoâŠhave fun with this one!â
And just like that, Hanaâs cheery voice was reduced to naught, melding with the stillness of my bathroom.Â
I turned off the water, standing in a foggy haze. There was only one thought in my mind:Â
Well then, Ushijima WakatoshiâŠletâs start the day together right.
â§âââ  ïœĄïŸâ
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âHana! Oh my sweet flower, I brought your favoriteâȘ!â I sang, entering through the officeâs front door.
Hana lifted her head from behind the monitor, her bright smile complementing my own.Â
âAn omlettle with cheese and hash browns on the side?!?â She squealed, jumping from her seat.Â
âMhm! Enjoy!â
Before I could take a step further, Hana ran to greet me with a hug, her curly black hair dusting along my chest.Â
âThank you, Thank you!â She cheered, stepping back from me. She quickly took the stuffed brown bag from my hands before returning to her desk.Â
With a fading grin, I turned my attention down towards my top, a fitted rose dress shirt with just a few top buttons left undone. I wiped a few wrinkles away, shifting my attention down to my black pressed slacks that didn't face the same fate.Â
Still just as fresh and clean as when I left my apartment.
âSo,â I began as I walked towards Hana. âHow much do I have before our guest checks in?â
âMmm, about 20. But Y/NâŠheâs so hot! I looked him up and wow! LikeâŠIâm kinda confused how heâs having issues with girls. Iâm sure the women at his matches throw themselves at him,â Hana gushed between a bite of her omelette.
I leaned against the rim of the desk, resting my red leather purse and my hips along the surface.
âOh, you know how it goes. Looks can get you far, but itâs your words and actions that determine your success. I bet he does look good, but he probably needs more work on his confidence.â
âAh, true. Well, you go tidy up your office and Iâll run the vacuum out here in a few,â Hana said, her hand shooing me away.
I grabbed my bag and giggled, âOkay, okay! Butââ
I couldnât even finish my thought when the front door tolled open, gaining a stare out of Hana and me.
âUmâŠexcuse meâŠIâm here for Dr. L/N. I have an appointment at 10:30, but I just wanted to show up a little early,â the deep voice announced.
I turned my head to meet the owner behind such a voice, just for my eyes to be stunned at the sight.
A man, a tall one at that. He stood in the middle of the office with a straight face, staring back at Hana and I. His hair was a shade of brown unique to him only, brushed back to reveal his entire face. His features were strongâhis jawline sharp, his cheekbones high, brows trimmed and clean, his eyes glimmering like that of a polished citrine gem.Â
Hana was rightâŠhe really was something to marvel at.
He stood with his hands behind his back, impassively waiting for someone to replyâor not, he really seemed unbothered.
I didnât even need to guess what his physique could be underneath such proper garb. Those muscles werenât shy of peeking beneath the navy suit he wore. The white dress shirt beneath was crisp, and no tie was in sight âwhich I guess is casual to him.
I bit my lip softly, Iâve never been intimidated by a man before, but this one made my face swell with a wafting heat. So this is Ushijima WakatoshiâŠthe name fits him perfectly.
Nonetheless, I had a job to do.
I rolled my shoulders back and began a few short steps towards him, the click of my heels slienced against the plush sage green carpet.Â
There I was, standing before him. My height met him just beneath his collarâand thatâs thanks to my heels. I held my hand out to him, my glossed lips curling into a rich smile.Â
âMr. Ushijima, itâs so nice to meet you! Iâm Dr. L/N, but Y/N works just fine. This is Hana, my lovely receptionist.â
His hand was rough and worked, but slid against my palm like butter, his warmth melding into my touch. His thumb sat past my own, the rough pad swiping ever so softly along my skin. When my eyes finally eased from their shared smile as my lips, I couldnât look away from him.Â
His own gaze was captivating, almost entrapping me in a trace of just him and I. I watched as his lips curled into a faint smile, a brief flash of white meeting my eyes.
âOh, Y/N, itâs wonderful to meet you! Please, feel free to call me Ushijima or Wakatoshi! Iâve been waiting for this appointment for a while now..Â
He broke away from our contact to give his attention to Hana, waving to her with his other hand.
âAnd itâs nice to meet you too, Hana! Thank you for your hard work!â
I didnât need to look back to know the look on Hanaâs face: sheâs a flustered mess with her tongue caught in a shudder.
âO-OhâŠthanks, sir! Itâs not without Y/N, though. I c-can tell you that youâll be inâŠgreat hands!.â
Ushijima turned his sights back towards me, that muted curl of his lips growing into a full-bodied smile at last.Â
âI sure hope so.â
I gave Ushijima one last smile before taking my hand away from his, my hands clasping together.Â
âLetâs begin! Iâll bring you back and weâll get on,â I announced, turning away from Ushijima.Â
As I passed by the desk, I grabbed my bag and gave Hana a swift smirk, one she returned with a wink.Â
Ushijima and I descended down the hall until we arrived to a room a door down from my office, room 165.
I turned the doorknob as I leaned against the white door, âCome on in.â
Ushijima nodded as he passed me, the faint scent of his cologne whisked past my nose. Itâs richâbergamot, some sage, amber, and even a hint of vanilla. Thatâs a good mix, and his body isnât rejecting it, a man who knows his signature scent is a rare one these days.
The room I bought us to was of decent sizeâabout the size of a childâs bedroom. The walls were handpainted by Hana and I some years ago, a soft peach with white carpeting. The furniture was all espresso colored, from the two leather seats that faced one another, the coffee table between the two, and the bookshelf that stood against the window.
It was a pretty comfy room, one that many current and past clients raved about.Â
âPick your side and get comfortable, weâre gonna be here awhile,â I teased, closing the door behind me.Â
âI must apologize for that. I heard about you some time ago during a tournament and Iâve always wanted to have a sit down with you. And since I donât come to the States often, I thought it was best to have an ample amount of time with you,â Ushijima confessed as he settled into the leather arm chair.
I followed suit, placing my bag onto the table as I sank into the seat.Â
âOh, donât apologize! Youâre actually my only client today, so we can take up all day if need be. I want you to leave here confident and more sure of yourself. Which brings me to my first questionâŠâ
I folded my legs over one other, resting my hands within my lap. My eyes settled over Ushijima, not with the same set that marveled at him just minutes before. This time, I excused his attraction for purpose, preparing myself to ask the timeless question:
âWhat brings you in today?â
Ushijima brought himself to sit up in his seat, his large hands drifting to brace his clothed thigh.
âWell, put shortlyâI wanna get better with women. I canât talk to them, and then I see my teammatesâthey can strike up a conversation with them so easily. And women do talk to me, but itâs just notâŠoh how can I put thisâŠwith substance?â
âWhat do women say to you?â I asked, leaning back into the couch.
âJust talk about my looks, or how impressed they are. Iâve heard it one too many times, it gets tiring. I know theyâre just trying to make conversation with me by complimenting me, but those things just bore me. My teammates love that kind of attention, but it all seems pointless to me.â
âAnd why is that?â
âBecause,â Ushijima sighed. âItâs just going to go nowhere. Iâm not into hooking up, the thought bores me honestly. I mean, I feel that you donât get the best of someone after one night, especially if your goal is just sex.â
âSo then Ushijimaââ
âWakatoshiâŠplease call me, Wakatoshi,â Ushijima intervened, a feeble smile creeping onto his face.
âOkayâŠWakatoshi, call me Y/N. Doctor is just too formal for me,â I added. âBut it still begs the question, Wakatoshi: What are you looking for?â
âAs in my romantic goals or my type?âÂ
âBoth work perfectly! Your interests do tie into your romantic goals,â I informed him.
Now, itâs so unbecoming of me to ask a client what their type isâŠbut Ushijima is such a special case that Iâll overlook just this once.
After posing the question to him, Ushijima took a moment of silence to ponder, his eyes narrowing down on me.
âMy type isâŠsmart. Really smart. A put together woman with a good sense of humor. Iâm more on the rigid side but I do appreciate a woman who can find joy in things. Her beauty goes without saying, so basicallyâa woman of substance.â
âOkay, soundsâ
âWhatâs your type?â
Just the query to catch me off my guardâŠand pique my interest. In all my years, Iâve never had a client return any of my questions to me; I didnât think Ushijima would be the first.Â
My cheeks flickered with heat, but I found comfort within the moment by biting my tongue softly. My eyes were pinned on him, Ushijima still wearing that blank yet firm expression on his faceâ neutral eyes, brows stilled and his mouth free of any curl or twitch.
Just a peaceful face behind a stinging question.
âI donât see how that mattersâŠ?â I said, staring at Ushijima through a razor-sharp squint.
âBut it does matter. Itâs not a hard question unless you make it one,â he continued. âWhatâs your type of man, Y/N? Itâd be nice to know, since weâre gonna be here awhile together.â
A grin perked up onto his lips, the cracks of pearly white teeth breaking onto the scene.
 âCanât I ask you some questions too?â
My lips broke apart between a brewing sigh, the tip of my tongue pressed against the gummy flesh of my cheek. I canât deny him to be honest, we are stuck here for some time, and this session couldnât continued as a one sided conversation forever.
âAlright, my typeâŠmy typeâŠ. I like a tall man, a nice athletic build, keeps himself well kept. As far as personality: smart, kind, respectful, responsible, and thoughtful. Thoughtfulness, however, is a big one for me. Itâs nice to know you mean so much to someone that they would take actions out of that place of love. Thatâs quite admirable in my eyes.â
There was an air of silence between Ushijima and I. He sat still and I did the same. Our eyes hadnât broken from each other either, yet the softening hues of olive green made me feel calm beneath Ushijimaâs gaze.Â
But this was an appointment, not a staring contest. I was the first to break the silence.
âA-hem..Um⊠well, I digress, letâs continue,â I choked out.Â
I broke the eye contact Ushijima and I worked so hard to maintain with a simple blink, searching for the next territory of topic to enter.Â
âSo where did weâtalked about typesâŠbut thatâs not exactly helpful in the slightest. I know you wanted to address conversation too, but can you explain a little bit more?â
Ushijima nodded calmly, but that wasnât all I got from him. Vunerabilty was one hell of a feeling, and it dusted the highs of his cheeks red. And as his skin began to run hot, Ushijima himself grew antsy, his hand coming to rub at the nape of his neck.Â
ButâŠit was cute to me. The emotions I see on a daily basis are pride, sadness, angerâbut embarrassment is a rare one that I can always appreciate.Â
 âIâŠI donât know how to flirt. Itâs always awkward and I honestly feel stupid,â he mumbled, his stare pinned down at his pants.Â
âI hear you,â I consoled, a faint smile crowding at my lips.
âItâs such an unspoken realm that everyone is expected to know how to do but with no explanation. Flirting is something that is also unique to each person. It can be acts of kindness, giving compliments,âor the complete opposite. Some people like to tease, play rough, or even act cold as a form of flirting.â
Ushijima followed along with me, nodding his head every so often.Â
âSo then, what is the best way of flirting?â He asked.
âWell, I canât say. â
âLet me rephrase,â He interjected. âWhat would a man have to do or say to you in order for you to be interested in him?â
âWit.â
âWit?â
âYeah, I love witty, intelligent conversations. It could be anything and Iâll find interest in it. Just being able to express your intelligence to meâwhether it be on topic you know or asking questions, I love it all. I guess to keep it short, the mind and how a man expresses his knowledge is what gets me interested.â
The presence of a faint grin lit up Ushijimaâs face.
âThatâs what it takes, hmâŠâ
An air of enticement bled into the room and it shamefully claimed me as its victim. Iâll admit, Iâve never had a client as interesting as Ushijima. Aside from his genuine intrigue about sex and the ways of courting, he seems to have something more on his mindâand I wanted to know every single detail. But he plays along too well, thanks to that blank expression he wears so proudly. But he slipped up with that damn grin, now itâs my turn to play the next hand.Â
I placed my hand on the open cushion beside me, the tips of my fingers drumming along the leather surface.
âCome sit, letâs do an exerciseâŠjust so it really sinks in. Maybe youâll be able to use this as reference for the next lady that catches your eye.â
And just like that, Ushijima was swift to oblige. I was hooked on the sight of him standing from his seat, his hand toying with the buttons of his blazer. The white dress shirt he wore was finally revealed to me, the subtle hints of his muscular frame peeking through.Â
His steps were calm and controlled, carefully trudging around the glass coffee table. Ushijima held himself with a confidence unmatched to any man Iâve met thus far. He was interesting to observe, and even more fun to tease. Iâd be lying if I said I wasnât interested in seeing how far we could go, all kinds of thoughts were plaguing my mind.Â
As he stood over me, I had to bite back a smile, my teeth sinking into my bottom lip.Â
This was turning out to be an interesting session, after all.
Ushijima placed himself on the couch at an armâs length away, leaving an untasteful gap amongst us. Yet when my eyes had fallen on his stoic face, the manâs fair skin was budding with the innocence of pink.Â
âWell donât be shy, Wakatoshi,â I cooed. My hand patted at the spot just beside my thigh, hinting for him to move closer.Â
âWe are here together for quite some time, might as well getâŠa little close.â
With a firm nod, Ushjima bridged the gap between strangers to acquanitances among us, his body now resting snug at my side. He had yet to face me, as if he was embarrassed to do. I noticed that he kept his hands in his lap, his digits nervously fiddling around.Â
I reached over to his hand, softly grazing along the back of his hand to ease his worries.
âUshijima? You ready? We donât have to do this, if youâre not comfortableââ
âNo, letâs do it,â he huffed, his body turned towards me. âWhat kind of exercise are we doing?â He asked, turning his body to face me.
âGreat! For the exercise, letâs pretend weâre meeting atâŠoh, I dunno, a bar. Do your best to try and ask me out on a date.â
âUmâŠY/NâŠyou do realize that the fact that I canât ask anyone on a date is why weâre here, right?â
âYesâŠI do, thank you for that. Use your imaginationâa bar has ambiance lighting, soft music, drinks on rotation, play on the environment, and make a good impression, okay?â
Ushijima sat in silence for a moment, his eyes narrowing as the seconds passed. I could assume that he was thinkingâreally thinking at that.Â
I almost pulled into my own daze of boredom, the color of the walls catching my eyeâuntil the quiet mumble of his voice broke the stilled air.Â
âWellâŠwhat do you drink at a bar?â
I tucked my leg beneath me as I shifted myself to give Ushijima my full and undivided attention. He mirrored me, turning so that we were both facing one another. Yet again, our eyes locked, unwilling to falter from the view we had of one another.
âI usually go for a glass of wine, Iâm not a fan of heavy liquor.â
âWineâs a good choice. Are you someone who pairs wine with food?â
I shook my head, âNot really. But, I do know that red wine goes best with some fruits, chocolate, and steak. RosĂ© goes best with grilled vegetables or salmon, and white is the best of both worlds.â
âOh really?â Ushijima hummed. âI never realized wine could be so specific. Since you know so much, why not put your knowledge to the test?â
âAnd how are we gonna do that?â
A soft smile grew across Ushijimaâs lips. He seemed to relax a bitâhis shoulders laxed, his side now resting against the couchâs back cushions, he even shifted a bit closer to me too; all of which made me ease up too. I wasnât feeling as guilty as I was beforeâif anything, I was pleased with the way our exercise was going.
Ushijima has such a nice, easy voice that greets the ear so kindly, and his eyes were just so alluring to stare into, I could sit here for hours just watching how his moss green hues catch the light of every hour. Not to mention that the scent of his cologne was finally welcomed into the scene, just wafting past my nose every so often.Â
He had all the making of an ideal guy, so why isnât heâ
âI know a place near here, a nice restaurant with a wine cellar in the basement,â he led on. â They have collections that date back years, and from what I know, the darker the wine, the richerâŠno, the sweeter it drips on the tongue. Iâd like to hear your thoughts in aâŠprofessional setting, if you may.â
âIâd like that,â I nodded, a curling grin consuming my senses. âIâm sure youâd have some thoughts to tell me too.â
Ushijima shrugged, his hand coming to brace the pulse of his neck. âHonestly, thereâs a lot on my mind I could tell you so much right now, but thenâŠwellâŠwe might not make it to the restaurant. And Iâm just dying to pour you a glass of wine, soâŠfor now Iâll be paitent.â
I pushed my lips into a wading pout. I could feel my eyes softening beneath his gaze. He could find the time to tease me back while flustered like thisâŠinteresting.
âAnd what if I donât have the same patience?â I pried, a sly smirk pressed onto my lips.
Thatâs when Ushijima sealed the end of our improv scene, bringing his hull of a body to overshadow my own. His lips came to fill the shell of my ear with an esteemed chuckle. His breath painted against my skin, awakening my nerves to greet him. I was helpless, at his every whimâand not a fiber in me wanted it any other way.Â
âThen Iâll just have to tease you âtil you breakâŠright?â
He drew himself back gradually, our dilated eyes catching sight of each other once more. I was at a loss for words, my lips agape beneath the heat of shock. At that moment, all I could think about what would followâhis lips crashing into mine, his hands bracing every curve of my body. I wanted to be under him, to have to stare up into those eyes to plead for relief from the stirring heat flaring about my body.Â
But then again, this isnât some magic fairytaleâŠitâs an appointment.
âHow was that?â He asked, his words breaking my sinful chain of thought.Â
âGood,â I complimented, hiding my roused thoughts behind a smile. âYouâll most definitely get a date like that.â
âWell, I might have gotten the date, but I wanna be able toâŠyâknowâŠâ
âTo what, Ushijima? You gotta be a little more clear than that,â I smirked.Â
His skin began to flush itself of its tan shade in lieu of the trickles of rose dotting the highs of his cheek.Â
âToâŠplease a woman.â
âPlease? LikeâŠplease and thank you? I hate speaking in codeâŠespecially in a professional setting.â I continued to press.Â
If I had known he was so shy towards the topic of sex earlier, then we wouldâve been able to ease into it. But for him to tease me like thatâŠitâs only fair I return the gracious favor.
Ushijimaâs eyes shot wide, a gasp breaking his lips apart. He was reluctant, but he gave in, biting at his bottom lip.
âFineâŠI wanna know how to be good at sexâŠhappy?â
âOh, well to be good at sex is just the same as being a good lover. And I can show you how with thisâŠ" I trailed off.
 I quickly rose from my spot on the couch, setting my sights on my bookcase. A few steps brought in front of the shelved plethora of knowledge, eyes searching for the spine of the book needed for the moment.
"Ah! Here we are," my hand plucking out the book from its peers.Â
âThisâŠis the Kama Sutra. Itâs an ancient Indian text written by the Hindu philosopher, VÄtsyÄyana Mallanaga; that explains how both men and women can lead rich sexual and social lifestyles. The Kama Sutra has become associated with sex positions over the years, but it doesnât make it a heavy presence within the book.â
I returned to Ushijimaâs side, seating myself beside him with the book in tow. I rested the Kama Sutra on his lap, allowing him to absorb the famed text. I watched as his eyes flitted about the cover, tracing every word to be found.
âWanna flip through it?â I suggested, softly tugging at the book cover.Â
âYeah,â Ushijima nodded. âIâm interested.â
From the moment I opened the book, Ushijima and I were bound by the knowledge of the old world. The pages were written in english, yet the message was something that transcended all known languages. I went on to explain to him how the kama sutra devled into how sex between two lovers should be enjoyable for everyone, and how the pleasure of the woman would lead to ultimate satisfaction for both parties.
Though Iâve read it before for papers, presentations, and even for my dissertation, reading it with Ushijima was an experience that struck the strings of my heart in a special way.Â
Maybe it was becasue he expressed a genuine interest in the questions he asked. Or maybe it was the cute reactions he made when things finally clicked. Or maybe it was the plain fact that I had someone beside me to read it with for once.Â
From time to time, I took a few moments to study Ushijimaâs reaction to his answered questions. He would blink a few times, as though he had to internalize all of what was said. Then, heâd peered over to me with a smile curling up the corners of his mouth.
Our chase of knowledge led us to the chapter on positions, the pageâs title calling for Ushijimaâs attention to be riled.Â
âThis chapter looks short. Where are the positions?â
âWell, the Kama Sutra actually doesnât have any positions, it gives advice on how to select and personalize positions between lovers.â
âHuh,â he huffed. ââŠand what does that look like?
âWant me to show you?â
A blanket of silence fell over him, and heâs back to wearing that blank, sedated look on his face.
Damn, was that too strong? It was a little forward but I know itâs nothingâ
âIf itâs not too muchâŠIâd be honored.â
âWell, then,â I grinned as I placed the book atop of the glass tabletop. âLetâs get started.â
Ushijimaâs hand nuzzled along my waist, guiding me over his lap to straddle him.
âYou can just sit right on me, I think weâre getting a little closer, yeah?â
âI think we are, but we can get closer too, yâknow.â
âAnd can we do that?âÂ
With that burning question of his, I was forced to bear the weight of what lust looks in his eyesâhis pupils dilating, his eyelids growing heavy, and a mischievous smirk tracing his lips.Â
âDo you wanna be on top?â I quizzed, toying with the top button of his dress shirt.
âWell Iâm just here to observe, so I think you should be on top,â he said, leaning back against the couch. He brought me down with him, his hands nestled along my lower back. Just like that, my chest was smothered against the tauntingly chiseled mass of his own.Â
My hands languidly skimmed along the face of Ushijimaâs shirt. He held still as my touch consumed him and his senses whole, his lungs coaxed into a steam of shaky shallow, breaths.Â
âYâknow, we have to find a way to make this position our own, make sure we fit each other just right,â I hummed, draping my arms along his broad shoulders. I lowered myself further into his groin, pressing up against something hardâŠand twitchy.
Thatâs when I felt it, a thick bulge nested right between Ushijima and I.Â
Men are so easy, itâs so cute.Â
That stoic face of his was cracking right before my eyesâhis eyes screwed shut, lips stunning with a puffy pout, his cheeks brushed with the innocent hues of blush. He looked so lost in his own heat, desperately squirming for a remedy.Â
âOh my-fuck, Y/N. What do you want from me? Iâll do anything, just say the word!â
I brought my thumb to tug along the plush of Ushijimaâs bottom lip, his glossed skin clinging to my touch.
âAww, whereâs the patience you had earlier? I thought you were gonna tease me? But seeing you like thisâŠitâs a good look on you too, Wakatoshi.â
A gentle grin eased itself into Ushijimaâs features, fueled by the same salacious nature dotting his eyes. His hold over me shifted, his hand slipping down to grasp at the thick curve of my ass. He even found the chance to snake his hand between us to cup at the underside of my thigh. He kept me near, forcing his chest to curl into mine as he sat up once more.Â
âI can guarantee you one thing, Y/N.â Ushijima huffed, his heavy eyes peering up at me.Â
âOh, and whatâs that?â
âAfter me, you wonât ever need another lover.â
My hazy stare fluttered between his eyes and his lips, capturing the sight of It was almost likat was all I needed to finally be sealed beneath his trance. And because of that, I was able to press a soft peck onto Ushijimaâs lips, breaking away just to whisper words of encouragement for his racing mind to catch.Â
âThen prove it.â
Sharing my spite, Ushijimaâs lips bared one final smirk before crashing against my own. His kiss told me all I needed to knowâsoft, puffy, and clinging to my own. The supply curves of his lips caught every pushing tide I offered, ignithing a ravenous intent deep within us both.Â
His hands roamed over my body, claiming every curve, every inch of me for his taking. Itâs dizzying to have him like this, a nonchalant man turned hungry for every crumb to offer. He was getting restless, his hips bucking for friction all over again.Â
Maybe I was so focused on how dumb his lips had driven me or his hands tracing my body like a sculpture to his sculpture, but how he managed to have me pinned beneath him and smothered into the leather cushion is a mystery to me alone, but I wasnât about to complain.Â
How could I when he smothered me beneath the thick of his chest, sending my head into a dizzied frenzy But with the way his lips carried such care to dance with mine was enough for me to forgive him for being so needy. The same needyâno, greedy nature made him take control without any room for debate, and I surely wasnât planning on starting anything I couldnât finish.
âMm, Y/N?â He mumbled, breaking our kiss.
âHm?"
âIf I remember correctly, didnât the book say I should make you cum a few times? Through your pleasure, I'll find mine right?"
"Look at you, guess you really are learning. I think it did...so what are we gonna do about that?"
I didnât need to hear the words to know what he had planned. I lifted my hips to help him, his hands stripping me free of my pants.Â
Ushijima slotted himself between the couch and the table, clutching at my waist from below.Â
His arms hooked around my thighs, his hands resting within the crease of my thighs, his filled palms squeezing at the plush fat. He seemingly ignored the fact that my underwearâthe most annoying fact to existâwas still on.
Until his fingers began to trace along the pink lace. Slowly, carefully, and lazily he dragged the pad of his digit all over my panties, feeding some new whim of his.Â
I watched him for a while as he led with his own agenda. Until I couldnât sit still without some answer.Â
âArenât you forgetting something?â
âAm I?â He retorted, his eyes darting to meet mine.
His touch burned with the thrill of tease as he gradually followed the edges towards the inseam of my panties. The pad of his middle finger was all he relied on as he carefully traced the puffy lips of my pussy.Â
His finger sunk between my clothes lips, just for his discovery to be rewarded with the bud of my clit. Thatâs when Ushijima pinned his stare on me, antagonizing me into a game of endurance.Â
Those aimless strokes turned into a series of sloppy circles, Ushijima claiming my clit as his latest victim in his game of taunts.
A whine cracked from behind my lips, something was stirring deep within me. Heâs just teasing me but yet it was enough for my legs to tremble and my core to grow heavy with desire. How the fuck was he doing this to me?
A sigh from Ushijima broke my train of jumbled thoughts, bringing me back into the hellish scene.Â
His breath fanned over the supple skin of my inner thigh, the heat inducing tremors to rake through my limbs.Â
âAw, Iâm making a mess, â Ushijima sighed. âOh well.â
He drew himself back from me, fidgeting with the buttons of his shirt. He plucked his shirt open one button at a time, stopping just midway of his chest.Â
I closed my legs, allowing him to tug my soaked pink pantiesf rom beneath me and off somewhere in the room. Ushijima returned to his post between my thighsâprying my legs apart for him to fill once again. His heavy arms curled around my thighs, his cheek nuzzled against the plumped skin.Â
My face swelled with heat as he continued his marvels, his hand cupping my cunt. His thick fingers settled against my lips, spreading the fat supple mounds apart for him to see.Â
âOh, Y/NâŠâ He mumbled, pulling my hips closer to his awaiting tongue.Â
A scattered sigh tore out from Ushijimaâs mouth, tickling my bare pussy with its heat.Â
His heavy eyes were pinned to the raw sight he created of my pussy. I watched as his sights flickered over the scene, enticing his teeth to digging into his bottom lip. Determination painted his face with its fierce hues that it even fanned over to me. Iâve never had a man look at my cunt with such passion. It was enough for me to even succumb to the heat of it all.Â
âMm, fuck. Just lemmeâŠâ Ushijima trailed off mindlessly.Â
Before he could even finish his thought, his lips were already busy with peppering kisses along my dewed folds. Kisses that were wet, sloppy and kiss carried the sweet, lewd cries of Ushijima coaxing my clit to join in his dance for two.
Itâs filthy the way Ushijima works at my clitâhis tongue lolls about my clit lazily, leaving glimmering soapy trails of spit to drip past my folds.
Every lash he delivers is a thoughtful one; the warm, soft flat of his tongue dragging against the puffy pearl, the sticky mess heâd made out of my clit clinging to the grooves of his tongue.
His lips are like velvet, left plump by the kisses weâd given on each just moments before. And to have those same luscious lips envelope my clit into a world that was nothing short of dizzying.Â
Just the thought of his ministrations alone left my clit spry, the bundle of nerves twitching within the confines of Ushijimaâs sloppy mouth. He busied himself with a soporific rhythm, suckling at the rathe bud just for kicks.
Ushijima peered at me through dilated pupils, those olive hues flickering all about my face. I couldnât imagine the sight he had of me being committed to memory: puffy lips spilling with drool, close eyes screwed shut, and crude, whimsical curses ripping from my mouth.Â
âMmhm, talk to me, Angel. feels good?â
âMm, yesyesyes! Oh fuck, just like that Ushijima!â my voice weakly keened.Â
Awe glistened in my eyes as I watched him, mindlessly chasing an orgasm for my body to revel in. Yet, my drowsy lids were pinned to his jaw, bearing the weight of his hunger. Something came over me, a sense of adoration. So, I reached out to cup his jaw, grazing along what worked so hard to pull an orgasm out of me.Â
My thumb settled along the highs of his cheek, stroking at his flustered skin. Heâs doing such a good job on my behalf, how couldnât I thank him?
âOh, thatâs it. Yâre doing a good job, Ushijima,â I praised, sharing a weak grin.Â
âOh, Iâm not done with you yet, pretty girl,â he chuckled softly.
In place of his lips, Ushijima brought a single digit nip at my entrance. He drew lazy circles around my slit, prepping me for whatâs to come.
Heâs gentle, easing barely half an inch of his digit inside. My walls grew lax for Ushijima, sucking his long thick fingers to fill my pussy.
He made me so sensitive that just off that, I was whimpering out babbles to fall on no oneâs ears in particular. Yet Ushijima still took heed to be kind with me.
âShhh, just take me, baby. âm gonna go as slow as you want me to,â he assured.Â
I didnât feel his hand move from my thigh, but it did, reaching out for my own. Through my drunken senses, I managed to welcome his hand into mine, our fingers folding over one another. Â
Bit by bit, Ushijimaâs finger filled my gummy walls. He really was gentle, moving when my walls were lax and willing. He drove his finger to the hilt, only to slowly pull his digit back.
âOhâŠfuckkkâŠsâ pretty,â he slurred, passing a glance back towards me.Â
âTell me where you want me.â
âJust curl your finger up--- oooh fuck!â I mewled, tossing my head back against the couch.
My hands followed suit, splitting away from Ushijima to grip along the couchâs frame behind my head. When I had Ushijima in my sights again, it wasnât without a smug grin crowding his visage.
âSoâŠis it here?â Ushijima asked, the pad of his digit lightly pulsing at my sweet spot.
âMhm, right there. Just keep doing that.â
âAww, Y/N, you shouldnât have told me thatââm gonna have fun with you now.â
Ushijima snickered as he returned to my clit, inviting the perked bud to melt over his tongue all over again. I trembled at the combined notions, sending an arch to overwhelm my spine.
âW-Wait, UshiâThatâs too much, âm already so close!â
Ushijima merely nodded, my words essentially falling onto deaf ears. Electricity licked all throughout my body, sending twitches to rattle my weak legs. I couldnât take it, Ushijimaâs finger toying with my sweet spot, he was setting me on course for the high of my life.Â
âW-Wakatoshi! Toshiâfuck, âm cumming!â I cried, my lungs grasping for what air could enter.Â
Ushijimaâs finger plugged itself at my core, bringing a seizing crash to break over my body. Every ounce of me held firm, shivering to bear the weight of my chased high. My hips waved against the pad of his digit, riding out the end of my ecstasy off whatever friction would be found.Â
Ushijima withdrew his finger from my cunt, leaving my poor hold bare and gaping for something else to fill me. He brought that sullied digit straight to his mouth , sucking my honey off his fingers as he gleamed over me. Sporadic breaths chimed through the sex-stained air, my chest buckling to keep up with me.
âThatâs a good girl,â Ushijima cooed. âCumming so hard for me. Look at what you did to me.âÂ
Ushijima stood from my legs, his hand racing to grip at his crotch. And he was rightâhis pants were strained thanks to his bulge, the fabric just barely holding itself together. But what caught my attention was the bubbly mess of precum foaming through his slacks.Â
âDidnât even touch me and you made me cum, should be proud,â he chuckled.âBut thatâs fine, weâre evenâŠfor now.â
âAnd what does that mean?â I asked, shifting myself to lay along the couch.Â
âLetâs find out what I mean together.â
Ushijima quickly stripped himself of his clothes coaxing me to strip of whatever clothing was left on me as well. As he removed his clothing, my eyes hinged on his bare bodyâtaut muscles highlighted his towering frame. Heâs ribbed with strength chiseled to suit his build.
A thick trail of faint brown hair from his belly button guided down to the sight resting between his legs. Heâs big, cock so heavy with lust that it needed no help to rise on its own. His cock was topped by a thick, fat reddened bulb, dribbling with glossy tears. His length was tanned, adorned with veins from the poor pressure building at his core. I watched as Ushijima settled himself between my legs, his dick slapping down against my tummy.
"See? Look how deep I'm gonna go," he smirked, his hand gripped at the base of his cock.
I laid my head on the couchâs armrest, lying in wait for Ushijima's next move.Â
Ushijima placed his painfully hard cock to lay within my folds, my clit smothered beneath the weight.Â
âIâm gonna go slow, okay?"
I nodded as I peered down to watch Ushijima nudged at my hole with the head of his cock, slowly prying my slit to greet his girth.Â
âFuhâpretty pussyâs taking me in already. Griping me sâ fucking tight,â Ushijima seethed, his hands griping along the couchâs cushions. Â
My walls supplied Ushijimaâs cock with gushing kisses, fluttering about his throbbing length. He kept working to bury himself to the hilt, dipping his hips to engulf my senses with nothing but himâhis scent, his ardor, his fat bulbous heat fixated on digging out my cunt.
âYâre so big, Toshi! Fuck, go deeper!â
âNuh uh, âUshijima tutted as his eyes came to a screwed shut. âDonât be so greedy, Baby. I got you, justâŠâshitâfeel me, okay? His honeyed voice whimpered.Â
I nodded softly, watching as Ushijimaâs hips finally granted my wish. I couldnât help but squeeze him in place, my walls fluttering around him. He was just so huge, filling out every inch of my pussy like it was nothing. My lashes grew heavy from the bubbling sear of tears lining my eyes. This painâan intoxicating stretch sent me down a spiral of, being so full like this by Ushijima was something I was enthralled by the feeling of being so full and stretched around him.Â
Ushijima took notice too as he looked down at the unfolding scene.Â
âAw look, you took every inch! âm s-soâŠproud of you,â Ushijima huffed out.Â
He leaned over me, pressing his chest flush against my own, resting his forehead within the crook of my neck. He brought his world crashing into mine, the heat of our bodies melding into one. I could even sense his heartbeat, thumping a languid aria into my skin. All I wanted to do was hold him, to have this moment last for as long as we could. But considering the throbbing mess heâd been reduced to, lust reigned over all other senses.
âIâm gonna start moving,â Ushijima mumbled into my dewed skin. âJustâŠtalk to me, Princess. Just wanna see that face when you cum for me againâŠso fuckinâ bad.âÂ
He reeled his hips back weakly, striping my walls of the salacious fill of him. He drew himself just enough to have the tip just barely slipping from out of me, only for him to stuff every inch of him to the hilt.Â
âT-Toshi! Ohmygosh!â I squealed, sending my hands to brace along the thick of his forearms.Â
âI-I know. âm sorry! H-Here, gonna kiss it all better,â Ushijima groaned, his lips sloppily crashing into mine.Â
Through all this, Ushijimaâs hips rocked gently, working a cadence just for me. Slow yet deep allowed the red, weeping bulb of his cock to chip away at my need for dominance. Each reel of his cock enticed my walls to ease in his care, granting him to move that much quicker.Â
And within those passing moments, the quiet squelches erupted into the lewd cymbals of clashing skin breaking into the air. Ushijima drove his cock to the hilt with ease.Â
The same fate befell him, his quiet and restrained grunts now morphed into quivering sobs. His lips now dressed a heavy pout, dripping with his spit and carrying his weary words.
âKeep squeezing like that ând Iâm gonna cum."
âM-Me too, Toshi! Iâm so close!â
I perched myself onto my elbows, urgent to close the valley left to exist between our two worked bodies.Â
Not a word had to fall from my lawless tongue for Ushijima to soothe my wants. He leaned in, hunching over to blur our worlds into one. His hand snaked around to brace the nape of my neck, bestowing a gentle grip over me just to keep me close. He pressed his forehead flush against my own, beads of sweat dotting my skin.
Our lips remained poised in the heat of our budding passion, catching every whimsical babble we had to each other..
I couldnât resist smothering him in a kiss, lazily catching every moan to ring from his chest. He was working so hard on my behalf, driving himself mad, sweaty, and depleted just to please meâoh, how lucky was I?
He broke away from our messy kiss, muttering some mantra that seemed to grasp his concern more.
He retreated back onto his haunches, pinning his sights on the messy canvas heâd made of my cunt. His thumb, the pad of his digit etching loose loops over the cherried pearl.Â
I reached out to brace his wrist, pulling his hand to lay atop my tummy.
âNuh uh, donât wanna cum like that. J-just keepâfuck! Please donât stop!â I sobbed, rolling my ensnared hips to match Ushijimaâs tempo.
âAww cumming already? Better make a mess or else I'm not stopping til you do.â
âOoo-oh fuck, I-IÂ can make a mess! Just frâ you.â
From that pledge Ushijima and I made, a fever dream broke out over the room. A dream fueled by sinful fervor that claimed any sense Ushijima and I had down to nothing. All we had on the brain was each other, doing our own part helping each meet our peaks.
As for me, heâs rendered me dumb and drunk over his cock, feeding my sweet spot with his deliciously thick girth. Dumb hiccuping babbles were all I could muster. My plushy walls were consumed by a familiar flutter, my inevitable high teetering on the edge.
âToshiToshi, right there! Iâm gonnaâ!" The word trapped itself within my throat, only to be replaced by a blubbering whimper.
A spell of heat licked at every nerve in my body. My eyes were sent rolling into the back of my head as my overwhelmed body coaxed my poor ruined cunt to weep, a burst of tears gushing over Ushijimaâs flexed abdomen. Â
âGood fucking girl, making a mess just like I asked. I wannaâfuck!â'm wanna cum with you too!â
The peak of my high left me just barely conscious, my eyes heavy with the sudden heft of fatigue. Through the thick gathering of my lashes, I gawked at Ushijima, his own nirvana finally crashing down around him.Â
âOhââm cumming! Y/N, I'm gonna cum!â
Ushijima trembled as his rutting hips came to a stuttering halt. He frantically ripped himself from inside of me, the roused nerves of his cock sent into a twitching frenzy. Nuzzling the bulbous head along my inner thigh, the warm tears of white painted skin, followed by a clogged groan pouring from Ushijimaâs gaping mouth.Â
He collapsed on top of me, his lungs desperately heaving for air. I laced my arms around him, taking my digits through his unkempt hair as he came down.Â
âShhh, itâs okay, I got you. Just relax,â I hummed softly.Â
Ushijima and I lay on that couch for a while longer, neither of us ready to move. As I combed through his hair, he kept a hand on my stomach, tapping away at some tempo to soothe himself. Just a quiet, peaceful reflection of the practices he and I had done.
He was right, I don't think I'll need another lover after that. My legs were practically useless, my throat sore, and my body was still reeling from the temors of my high. Even Ushijima still shivered from time to time. That moment was something straight out of a movie, calm, quiet, and filled with a growing fondness.
To my surprise, Ushijima was the first to break the silence with a question.
âSo about our date, what time worksââ
âOh! You were serious about that?!âÂ
Ushijima nodded, âWellâŠyes. I know it was an exercise but I really wanted to take you out somewhere nice. And I actually do know a place around here with a huge wine cellar.â
 My head fell into a tilt as I studied Ushijima for a second. Heâs back to his regular âstoicâ self but this time every feature in his face was softenedâhis brows, his lips, his eyes; all carried a bout of sincerity. I simply had no heart to deny him, especially now knowing what kind of man he was in the face of rapture.
âYâknow what, Ushijima,â I purred as my hand reached to cup his cheek.
âIâd like that.â
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KAMA SUTRA SESSIONS!
°â°âąàŒą â„ SYNOPSIS: When you get an appointment from a passing athlete who wants to better his game with women, who's better to answer the call than the resident sÄx therapist?
°â°âąàŒą â„ CW: 8.7k words, told in first person, sáșœx therapist!fem!reader, post timeskip!ushijima, not mentioned but ages are both 26, use of an oc, dialogue-heavy, pwp, peĆetration, cunnilÄ«ngus, fiĆgering, sqĂ»irting, implied size difference, unprotected
°â°âąàŒą â„ DEAR READER, FROM CHRIS: So this was inspired by my most recent field of study: s*x and the kama sutra. and from my research and thinking "hm, who would have an interest in this?" is how this fic came to be. hope you enjoy!
In the life as a sex therapist, thereâs some things that you hear, see, and even experience that add years to the career.Â
 At first, I thought it was going to be a failed business move, considering that sex is seen as a taboo topic by some. I mean, itâs a process as natural as birth but people shame it with such strong resentmentâŠlike itâs an unimaginable evil thatâs ruining the world.
I couldnât help but to think my discouragement was properly placed. I was in a town with families, retirees, no one that would really need my advice.
That âfailed business moveâ of a thought lasted all of a week.Â
Thanks to the small pickett signs I personally had made and placed around the office buildingâs parking lot and nearby plazas, I had clients booking with me by the hour.Â
Couples of all agesâsome married, some divorced, many singles, even polyamorous groupings contacted my office.Â
When people heard of a new sex therapist entering the area and started booking sessions with me, I could only wish to know what was going through their minds.
Iâve dealt with teary confessions about how wives have lost attraction for their husbands, husbands who come to terms with the fact that they donât know how to please their wives. Iâve even gotten singles whoâve come in just to make sure they still know how to perform in the bedroom.Â
In these past four years, Iâve learned that just because people shun the idea of sex and sexual education during the day, theyâll come on their hands and knees at night. Itâs been an interesting ride, but I can proudly say that Iâve helped many people in the area rekindle their sparkle and to finally achieve their goals with their partners.
The days Iâve spent at the office were nothing short of fulfillingâand today was supposed to be like no other.
Supposed to, of course.
My day started out like normal; waking up in my bed with my eyes fluttering open. The first thing I settled my hazy squint onto was the rays of sunlight peeking through my creme shutters, begging to illuminate my room.Â
I pried my hand from underneath my pillow to grab my phone off on my bedside table, the screen greeting me with a single message:Â
(1) VOICEMAIL FROM: Hana
Hana, my cheeky, bright-eyed, receptionist. She joined me when she was a freshman at the local community college, just taking classes until she figured out what she wanted to do with her life. Fast-forward to today, sheâs a fresh graduate with a bachelors in psychology.Â
Sheâs taken it upon herself to call her around 6 A.M every day with a debrief of the day ahead. When I asked her why she does it, the sweet girl simply told me the extra effort was the least she could do.Â
Since then, Iâve bumped her pay high enough so that she can support herself by herself and havenât pressed the topic a vowel further.
With my debriefing at hand, I sat up in my bed, sleep still lingering behind my eyelids. I have half a mind to cancel whatever appointments I have today and sleep just for an hour more. But when I looked down at the time on my screen, it was a reality I knew I couldnât afford.
9:00 A.M.
My office opened in an hour and my first appointment always starts at 10:30âŠbless me.
âOkay, Hana, letâs see what you have for me,â I mumbled as I clicked on the awaiting tab.Â
As my thumb pressed the play button, Hanaâs voice instantly became my background noise for my morning routineâwhich began in the bathroom for a shower.
ââMorning, Y/N! Hope you slept well! I have good news and bad news for you. And no, I canât give you the bad news first because itâs intertwined with the good news. So for starters, you have a light dayâone appointment! Bad newsâŠand this is a first for usâŠthis client booked you for a few hours.â
âHours?!? What the fuââ
Just hearing that made me pop my head from behind the glass shower door. Clients usually meet with me for an hour, an hour and a half if needed but hours???
âI know exactly what youâre thinking becauseâŠwhat the fuck?? But when I explain more about him, I think youâll be impressed.â
âOkay, youâve got a bit of a celebrity on your hands today. This one is Ushijima Wakatoshi. Heâs 26, a player for the Schweiden AldersâŠa professional volleyball team. Heâs playing a game against our national team and is gonna be in town for a few days. He booked with you because, and this is in his words, he says that heâs a little âawkward in the realm of love and wants to improve his social skills andâŠ.intimate skills.â He also sent over test resultsâŠheâs clean, just to let you know . SoâŠhave fun with this one!â
And just like that, Hanaâs cheery voice was reduced to naught, melding with the stillness of my bathroom.Â
I turned off the water, standing in a foggy haze. There was only one thought in my mind:Â
Well then, Ushijima WakatoshiâŠletâs start the day together right.
â§âââ  ïœĄïŸâ
: *.⊠.* :â
. ââââ§
âHana! Oh my sweet flower, I brought your favoriteâȘ!â I sang, entering through the officeâs front door.
Hana lifted her head from behind the monitor, her bright smile complementing my own.Â
âAn omlettle with cheese and hash browns on the side?!?â She squealed, jumping from her seat.Â
âMhm! Enjoy!â
Before I could take a step further, Hana ran to greet me with a hug, her curly black hair dusting along my chest.Â
âThank you, Thank you!â She cheered, stepping back from me. She quickly took the stuffed brown bag from my hands before returning to her desk.Â
With a fading grin, I turned my attention down towards my top, a fitted rose dress shirt with just a few top buttons left undone. I wiped a few wrinkles away, shifting my attention down to my black pressed slacks that didn't face the same fate.Â
Still just as fresh and clean as when I left my apartment.
âSo,â I began as I walked towards Hana. âHow much do I have before our guest checks in?â
âMmm, about 20. But Y/NâŠheâs so hot! I looked him up and wow! LikeâŠIâm kinda confused how heâs having issues with girls. Iâm sure the women at his matches throw themselves at him,â Hana gushed between a bite of her omelette.
I leaned against the rim of the desk, resting my red leather purse and my hips along the surface.
âOh, you know how it goes. Looks can get you far, but itâs your words and actions that determine your success. I bet he does look good, but he probably needs more work on his confidence.â
âAh, true. Well, you go tidy up your office and Iâll run the vacuum out here in a few,â Hana said, her hand shooing me away.
I grabbed my bag and giggled, âOkay, okay! Butââ
I couldnât even finish my thought when the front door tolled open, gaining a stare out of Hana and me.
âUmâŠexcuse meâŠIâm here for Dr. L/N. I have an appointment at 10:30, but I just wanted to show up a little early,â the deep voice announced.
I turned my head to meet the owner behind such a voice, just for my eyes to be stunned at the sight.
A man, a tall one at that. He stood in the middle of the office with a straight face, staring back at Hana and I. His hair was a shade of brown unique to him only, brushed back to reveal his entire face. His features were strongâhis jawline sharp, his cheekbones high, brows trimmed and clean, his eyes glimmering like that of a polished citrine gem.Â
Hana was rightâŠhe really was something to marvel at.
He stood with his hands behind his back, impassively waiting for someone to replyâor not, he really seemed unbothered.
I didnât even need to guess what his physique could be underneath such proper garb. Those muscles werenât shy of peeking beneath the navy suit he wore. The white dress shirt beneath was crisp, and no tie was in sight âwhich I guess is casual to him.
I bit my lip softly, Iâve never been intimidated by a man before, but this one made my face swell with a wafting heat. So this is Ushijima WakatoshiâŠthe name fits him perfectly.
Nonetheless, I had a job to do.
I rolled my shoulders back and began a few short steps towards him, the click of my heels slienced against the plush sage green carpet.Â
There I was, standing before him. My height met him just beneath his collarâand thatâs thanks to my heels. I held my hand out to him, my glossed lips curling into a rich smile.Â
âMr. Ushijima, itâs so nice to meet you! Iâm Dr. L/N, but Y/N works just fine. This is Hana, my lovely receptionist.â
His hand was rough and worked, but slid against my palm like butter, his warmth melding into my touch. His thumb sat past my own, the rough pad swiping ever so softly along my skin. When my eyes finally eased from their shared smile as my lips, I couldnât look away from him.Â
His own gaze was captivating, almost entrapping me in a trace of just him and I. I watched as his lips curled into a faint smile, a brief flash of white meeting my eyes.
âOh, Y/N, itâs wonderful to meet you! Please, feel free to call me Ushijima or Wakatoshi! Iâve been waiting for this appointment for a while now..Â
He broke away from our contact to give his attention to Hana, waving to her with his other hand.
âAnd itâs nice to meet you too, Hana! Thank you for your hard work!â
I didnât need to look back to know the look on Hanaâs face: sheâs a flustered mess with her tongue caught in a shudder.
âO-OhâŠthanks, sir! Itâs not without Y/N, though. I c-can tell you that youâll be inâŠgreat hands!.â
Ushijima turned his sights back towards me, that muted curl of his lips growing into a full-bodied smile at last.Â
âI sure hope so.â
I gave Ushijima one last smile before taking my hand away from his, my hands clasping together.Â
âLetâs begin! Iâll bring you back and weâll get on,â I announced, turning away from Ushijima.Â
As I passed by the desk, I grabbed my bag and gave Hana a swift smirk, one she returned with a wink.Â
Ushijima and I descended down the hall until we arrived to a room a door down from my office, room 165.
I turned the doorknob as I leaned against the white door, âCome on in.â
Ushijima nodded as he passed me, the faint scent of his cologne whisked past my nose. Itâs richâbergamot, some sage, amber, and even a hint of vanilla. Thatâs a good mix, and his body isnât rejecting it, a man who knows his signature scent is a rare one these days.
The room I bought us to was of decent sizeâabout the size of a childâs bedroom. The walls were handpainted by Hana and I some years ago, a soft peach with white carpeting. The furniture was all espresso colored, from the two leather seats that faced one another, the coffee table between the two, and the bookshelf that stood against the window.
It was a pretty comfy room, one that many current and past clients raved about.Â
âPick your side and get comfortable, weâre gonna be here awhile,â I teased, closing the door behind me.Â
âI must apologize for that. I heard about you some time ago during a tournament and Iâve always wanted to have a sit down with you. And since I donât come to the States often, I thought it was best to have an ample amount of time with you,â Ushijima confessed as he settled into the leather arm chair.
I followed suit, placing my bag onto the table as I sank into the seat.Â
âOh, donât apologize! Youâre actually my only client today, so we can take up all day if need be. I want you to leave here confident and more sure of yourself. Which brings me to my first questionâŠâ
I folded my legs over one other, resting my hands within my lap. My eyes settled over Ushijima, not with the same set that marveled at him just minutes before. This time, I excused his attraction for purpose, preparing myself to ask the timeless question:
âWhat brings you in today?â
Ushijima brought himself to sit up in his seat, his large hands drifting to brace his clothed thigh.
âWell, put shortlyâI wanna get better with women. I canât talk to them, and then I see my teammatesâthey can strike up a conversation with them so easily. And women do talk to me, but itâs just notâŠoh how can I put thisâŠwith substance?â
âWhat do women say to you?â I asked, leaning back into the couch.
âJust talk about my looks, or how impressed they are. Iâve heard it one too many times, it gets tiring. I know theyâre just trying to make conversation with me by complimenting me, but those things just bore me. My teammates love that kind of attention, but it all seems pointless to me.â
âAnd why is that?â
âBecause,â Ushijima sighed. âItâs just going to go nowhere. Iâm not into hooking up, the thought bores me honestly. I mean, I feel that you donât get the best of someone after one night, especially if your goal is just sex.â
âSo then Ushijimaââ
âWakatoshiâŠplease call me, Wakatoshi,â Ushijima intervened, a feeble smile creeping onto his face.
âOkayâŠWakatoshi, call me Y/N. Doctor is just too formal for me,â I added. âBut it still begs the question, Wakatoshi: What are you looking for?â
âAs in my romantic goals or my type?âÂ
âBoth work perfectly! Your interests do tie into your romantic goals,â I informed him.
Now, itâs so unbecoming of me to ask a client what their type isâŠbut Ushijima is such a special case that Iâll overlook just this once.
After posing the question to him, Ushijima took a moment of silence to ponder, his eyes narrowing down on me.
âMy type isâŠsmart. Really smart. A put together woman with a good sense of humor. Iâm more on the rigid side but I do appreciate a woman who can find joy in things. Her beauty goes without saying, so basicallyâa woman of substance.â
âOkay, soundsâ
âWhatâs your type?â
Just the query to catch me off my guardâŠand pique my interest. In all my years, Iâve never had a client return any of my questions to me; I didnât think Ushijima would be the first.Â
My cheeks flickered with heat, but I found comfort within the moment by biting my tongue softly. My eyes were pinned on him, Ushijima still wearing that blank yet firm expression on his faceâ neutral eyes, brows stilled and his mouth free of any curl or twitch.
Just a peaceful face behind a stinging question.
âI donât see how that mattersâŠ?â I said, staring at Ushijima through a razor-sharp squint.
âBut it does matter. Itâs not a hard question unless you make it one,â he continued. âWhatâs your type of man, Y/N? Itâd be nice to know, since weâre gonna be here awhile together.â
A grin perked up onto his lips, the cracks of pearly white teeth breaking onto the scene.
 âCanât I ask you some questions too?â
My lips broke apart between a brewing sigh, the tip of my tongue pressed against the gummy flesh of my cheek. I canât deny him to be honest, we are stuck here for some time, and this session couldnât continued as a one sided conversation forever.
âAlright, my typeâŠmy typeâŠ. I like a tall man, a nice athletic build, keeps himself well kept. As far as personality: smart, kind, respectful, responsible, and thoughtful. Thoughtfulness, however, is a big one for me. Itâs nice to know you mean so much to someone that they would take actions out of that place of love. Thatâs quite admirable in my eyes.â
There was an air of silence between Ushijima and I. He sat still and I did the same. Our eyes hadnât broken from each other either, yet the softening hues of olive green made me feel calm beneath Ushijimaâs gaze.Â
But this was an appointment, not a staring contest. I was the first to break the silence.
âA-hem..Um⊠well, I digress, letâs continue,â I choked out.Â
I broke the eye contact Ushijima and I worked so hard to maintain with a simple blink, searching for the next territory of topic to enter.Â
âSo where did weâtalked about typesâŠbut thatâs not exactly helpful in the slightest. I know you wanted to address conversation too, but can you explain a little bit more?â
Ushijima nodded calmly, but that wasnât all I got from him. Vunerabilty was one hell of a feeling, and it dusted the highs of his cheeks red. And as his skin began to run hot, Ushijima himself grew antsy, his hand coming to rub at the nape of his neck.Â
ButâŠit was cute to me. The emotions I see on a daily basis are pride, sadness, angerâbut embarrassment is a rare one that I can always appreciate.Â
 âIâŠI donât know how to flirt. Itâs always awkward and I honestly feel stupid,â he mumbled, his stare pinned down at his pants.Â
âI hear you,â I consoled, a faint smile crowding at my lips.
âItâs such an unspoken realm that everyone is expected to know how to do but with no explanation. Flirting is something that is also unique to each person. It can be acts of kindness, giving compliments,âor the complete opposite. Some people like to tease, play rough, or even act cold as a form of flirting.â
Ushijima followed along with me, nodding his head every so often.Â
âSo then, what is the best way of flirting?â He asked.
âWell, I canât say. â
âLet me rephrase,â He interjected. âWhat would a man have to do or say to you in order for you to be interested in him?â
âWit.â
âWit?â
âYeah, I love witty, intelligent conversations. It could be anything and Iâll find interest in it. Just being able to express your intelligence to meâwhether it be on topic you know or asking questions, I love it all. I guess to keep it short, the mind and how a man expresses his knowledge is what gets me interested.â
The presence of a faint grin lit up Ushijimaâs face.
âThatâs what it takes, hmâŠâ
An air of enticement bled into the room and it shamefully claimed me as its victim. Iâll admit, Iâve never had a client as interesting as Ushijima. Aside from his genuine intrigue about sex and the ways of courting, he seems to have something more on his mindâand I wanted to know every single detail. But he plays along too well, thanks to that blank expression he wears so proudly. But he slipped up with that damn grin, now itâs my turn to play the next hand.Â
I placed my hand on the open cushion beside me, the tips of my fingers drumming along the leather surface.
âCome sit, letâs do an exerciseâŠjust so it really sinks in. Maybe youâll be able to use this as reference for the next lady that catches your eye.â
And just like that, Ushijima was swift to oblige. I was hooked on the sight of him standing from his seat, his hand toying with the buttons of his blazer. The white dress shirt he wore was finally revealed to me, the subtle hints of his muscular frame peeking through.Â
His steps were calm and controlled, carefully trudging around the glass coffee table. Ushijima held himself with a confidence unmatched to any man Iâve met thus far. He was interesting to observe, and even more fun to tease. Iâd be lying if I said I wasnât interested in seeing how far we could go, all kinds of thoughts were plaguing my mind.Â
As he stood over me, I had to bite back a smile, my teeth sinking into my bottom lip.Â
This was turning out to be an interesting session, after all.
Ushijima placed himself on the couch at an armâs length away, leaving an untasteful gap amongst us. Yet when my eyes had fallen on his stoic face, the manâs fair skin was budding with the innocence of pink.Â
âWell donât be shy, Wakatoshi,â I cooed. My hand patted at the spot just beside my thigh, hinting for him to move closer.Â
âWe are here together for quite some time, might as well getâŠa little close.â
With a firm nod, Ushjima bridged the gap between strangers to acquanitances among us, his body now resting snug at my side. He had yet to face me, as if he was embarrassed to do. I noticed that he kept his hands in his lap, his digits nervously fiddling around.Â
I reached over to his hand, softly grazing along the back of his hand to ease his worries.
âUshijima? You ready? We donât have to do this, if youâre not comfortableââ
âNo, letâs do it,â he huffed, his body turned towards me. âWhat kind of exercise are we doing?â He asked, turning his body to face me.
âGreat! For the exercise, letâs pretend weâre meeting atâŠoh, I dunno, a bar. Do your best to try and ask me out on a date.â
âUmâŠY/NâŠyou do realize that the fact that I canât ask anyone on a date is why weâre here, right?â
âYesâŠI do, thank you for that. Use your imaginationâa bar has ambiance lighting, soft music, drinks on rotation, play on the environment, and make a good impression, okay?â
Ushijima sat in silence for a moment, his eyes narrowing as the seconds passed. I could assume that he was thinkingâreally thinking at that.Â
I almost pulled into my own daze of boredom, the color of the walls catching my eyeâuntil the quiet mumble of his voice broke the stilled air.Â
âWellâŠwhat do you drink at a bar?â
I tucked my leg beneath me as I shifted myself to give Ushijima my full and undivided attention. He mirrored me, turning so that we were both facing one another. Yet again, our eyes locked, unwilling to falter from the view we had of one another.
âI usually go for a glass of wine, Iâm not a fan of heavy liquor.â
âWineâs a good choice. Are you someone who pairs wine with food?â
I shook my head, âNot really. But, I do know that red wine goes best with some fruits, chocolate, and steak. RosĂ© goes best with grilled vegetables or salmon, and white is the best of both worlds.â
âOh really?â Ushijima hummed. âI never realized wine could be so specific. Since you know so much, why not put your knowledge to the test?â
âAnd how are we gonna do that?â
A soft smile grew across Ushijimaâs lips. He seemed to relax a bitâhis shoulders laxed, his side now resting against the couchâs back cushions, he even shifted a bit closer to me too; all of which made me ease up too. I wasnât feeling as guilty as I was beforeâif anything, I was pleased with the way our exercise was going.
Ushijima has such a nice, easy voice that greets the ear so kindly, and his eyes were just so alluring to stare into, I could sit here for hours just watching how his moss green hues catch the light of every hour. Not to mention that the scent of his cologne was finally welcomed into the scene, just wafting past my nose every so often.Â
He had all the making of an ideal guy, so why isnât heâ
âI know a place near here, a nice restaurant with a wine cellar in the basement,â he led on. â They have collections that date back years, and from what I know, the darker the wine, the richerâŠno, the sweeter it drips on the tongue. Iâd like to hear your thoughts in aâŠprofessional setting, if you may.â
âIâd like that,â I nodded, a curling grin consuming my senses. âIâm sure youâd have some thoughts to tell me too.â
Ushijima shrugged, his hand coming to brace the pulse of his neck. âHonestly, thereâs a lot on my mind I could tell you so much right now, but thenâŠwellâŠwe might not make it to the restaurant. And Iâm just dying to pour you a glass of wine, soâŠfor now Iâll be paitent.â
I pushed my lips into a wading pout. I could feel my eyes softening beneath his gaze. He could find the time to tease me back while flustered like thisâŠinteresting.
âAnd what if I donât have the same patience?â I pried, a sly smirk pressed onto my lips.
Thatâs when Ushijima sealed the end of our improv scene, bringing his hull of a body to overshadow my own. His lips came to fill the shell of my ear with an esteemed chuckle. His breath painted against my skin, awakening my nerves to greet him. I was helpless, at his every whimâand not a fiber in me wanted it any other way.Â
âThen Iâll just have to tease you âtil you breakâŠright?â
He drew himself back gradually, our dilated eyes catching sight of each other once more. I was at a loss for words, my lips agape beneath the heat of shock. At that moment, all I could think about what would followâhis lips crashing into mine, his hands bracing every curve of my body. I wanted to be under him, to have to stare up into those eyes to plead for relief from the stirring heat flaring about my body.Â
But then again, this isnât some magic fairytaleâŠitâs an appointment.
âHow was that?â He asked, his words breaking my sinful chain of thought.Â
âGood,â I complimented, hiding my roused thoughts behind a smile. âYouâll most definitely get a date like that.â
âWell, I might have gotten the date, but I wanna be able toâŠyâknowâŠâ
âTo what, Ushijima? You gotta be a little more clear than that,â I smirked.Â
His skin began to flush itself of its tan shade in lieu of the trickles of rose dotting the highs of his cheek.Â
âToâŠplease a woman.â
âPlease? LikeâŠplease and thank you? I hate speaking in codeâŠespecially in a professional setting.â I continued to press.Â
If I had known he was so shy towards the topic of sex earlier, then we wouldâve been able to ease into it. But for him to tease me like thatâŠitâs only fair I return the gracious favor.
Ushijimaâs eyes shot wide, a gasp breaking his lips apart. He was reluctant, but he gave in, biting at his bottom lip.
âFineâŠI wanna know how to be good at sexâŠhappy?â
âOh, well to be good at sex is just the same as being a good lover. And I can show you how with thisâŠ" I trailed off.
 I quickly rose from my spot on the couch, setting my sights on my bookcase. A few steps brought in front of the shelved plethora of knowledge, eyes searching for the spine of the book needed for the moment.
"Ah! Here we are," my hand plucking out the book from its peers.Â
âThisâŠis the Kama Sutra. Itâs an ancient Indian text written by the Hindu philosopher, VÄtsyÄyana Mallanaga; that explains how both men and women can lead rich sexual and social lifestyles. The Kama Sutra has become associated with sex positions over the years, but it doesnât make it a heavy presence within the book.â
I returned to Ushijimaâs side, seating myself beside him with the book in tow. I rested the Kama Sutra on his lap, allowing him to absorb the famed text. I watched as his eyes flitted about the cover, tracing every word to be found.
âWanna flip through it?â I suggested, softly tugging at the book cover.Â
âYeah,â Ushijima nodded. âIâm interested.â
From the moment I opened the book, Ushijima and I were bound by the knowledge of the old world. The pages were written in english, yet the message was something that transcended all known languages. I went on to explain to him how the kama sutra devled into how sex between two lovers should be enjoyable for everyone, and how the pleasure of the woman would lead to ultimate satisfaction for both parties.
Though Iâve read it before for papers, presentations, and even for my dissertation, reading it with Ushijima was an experience that struck the strings of my heart in a special way.Â
Maybe it was becasue he expressed a genuine interest in the questions he asked. Or maybe it was the cute reactions he made when things finally clicked. Or maybe it was the plain fact that I had someone beside me to read it with for once.Â
From time to time, I took a few moments to study Ushijimaâs reaction to his answered questions. He would blink a few times, as though he had to internalize all of what was said. Then, heâd peered over to me with a smile curling up the corners of his mouth.
Our chase of knowledge led us to the chapter on positions, the pageâs title calling for Ushijimaâs attention to be riled.Â
âThis chapter looks short. Where are the positions?â
âWell, the Kama Sutra actually doesnât have any positions, it gives advice on how to select and personalize positions between lovers.â
âHuh,â he huffed. ââŠand what does that look like?
âWant me to show you?â
A blanket of silence fell over him, and heâs back to wearing that blank, sedated look on his face.
Damn, was that too strong? It was a little forward but I know itâs nothingâ
âIf itâs not too muchâŠIâd be honored.â
âWell, then,â I grinned as I placed the book atop of the glass tabletop. âLetâs get started.â
Ushijimaâs hand nuzzled along my waist, guiding me over his lap to straddle him.
âYou can just sit right on me, I think weâre getting a little closer, yeah?â
âI think we are, but we can get closer too, yâknow.â
âAnd can we do that?âÂ
With that burning question of his, I was forced to bear the weight of what lust looks in his eyesâhis pupils dilating, his eyelids growing heavy, and a mischievous smirk tracing his lips.Â
âDo you wanna be on top?â I quizzed, toying with the top button of his dress shirt.
âWell Iâm just here to observe, so I think you should be on top,â he said, leaning back against the couch. He brought me down with him, his hands nestled along my lower back. Just like that, my chest was smothered against the tauntingly chiseled mass of his own.Â
My hands languidly skimmed along the face of Ushijimaâs shirt. He held still as my touch consumed him and his senses whole, his lungs coaxed into a steam of shaky shallow, breaths.Â
âYâknow, we have to find a way to make this position our own, make sure we fit each other just right,â I hummed, draping my arms along his broad shoulders. I lowered myself further into his groin, pressing up against something hardâŠand twitchy.
Thatâs when I felt it, a thick bulge nested right between Ushijima and I.Â
Men are so easy, itâs so cute.Â
That stoic face of his was cracking right before my eyesâhis eyes screwed shut, lips stunning with a puffy pout, his cheeks brushed with the innocent hues of blush. He looked so lost in his own heat, desperately squirming for a remedy.Â
âOh my-fuck, Y/N. What do you want from me? Iâll do anything, just say the word!â
I brought my thumb to tug along the plush of Ushijimaâs bottom lip, his glossed skin clinging to my touch.
âAww, whereâs the patience you had earlier? I thought you were gonna tease me? But seeing you like thisâŠitâs a good look on you too, Wakatoshi.â
A gentle grin eased itself into Ushijimaâs features, fueled by the same salacious nature dotting his eyes. His hold over me shifted, his hand slipping down to grasp at the thick curve of my ass. He even found the chance to snake his hand between us to cup at the underside of my thigh. He kept me near, forcing his chest to curl into mine as he sat up once more.Â
âI can guarantee you one thing, Y/N.â Ushijima huffed, his heavy eyes peering up at me.Â
âOh, and whatâs that?â
âAfter me, you wonât ever need another lover.â
My hazy stare fluttered between his eyes and his lips, capturing the sight of It was almost likat was all I needed to finally be sealed beneath his trance. And because of that, I was able to press a soft peck onto Ushijimaâs lips, breaking away just to whisper words of encouragement for his racing mind to catch.Â
âThen prove it.â
Sharing my spite, Ushijimaâs lips bared one final smirk before crashing against my own. His kiss told me all I needed to knowâsoft, puffy, and clinging to my own. The supply curves of his lips caught every pushing tide I offered, ignithing a ravenous intent deep within us both.Â
His hands roamed over my body, claiming every curve, every inch of me for his taking. Itâs dizzying to have him like this, a nonchalant man turned hungry for every crumb to offer. He was getting restless, his hips bucking for friction all over again.Â
Maybe I was so focused on how dumb his lips had driven me or his hands tracing my body like a sculpture to his sculpture, but how he managed to have me pinned beneath him and smothered into the leather cushion is a mystery to me alone, but I wasnât about to complain.Â
How could I when he smothered me beneath the thick of his chest, sending my head into a dizzied frenzy But with the way his lips carried such care to dance with mine was enough for me to forgive him for being so needy. The same needyâno, greedy nature made him take control without any room for debate, and I surely wasnât planning on starting anything I couldnât finish.
âMm, Y/N?â He mumbled, breaking our kiss.
âHm?"
âIf I remember correctly, didnât the book say I should make you cum a few times? Through your pleasure, I'll find mine right?"
"Look at you, guess you really are learning. I think it did...so what are we gonna do about that?"
I didnât need to hear the words to know what he had planned. I lifted my hips to help him, his hands stripping me free of my pants.Â
Ushijima slotted himself between the couch and the table, clutching at my waist from below.Â
His arms hooked around my thighs, his hands resting within the crease of my thighs, his filled palms squeezing at the plush fat. He seemingly ignored the fact that my underwearâthe most annoying fact to existâwas still on.
Until his fingers began to trace along the pink lace. Slowly, carefully, and lazily he dragged the pad of his digit all over my panties, feeding some new whim of his.Â
I watched him for a while as he led with his own agenda. Until I couldnât sit still without some answer.Â
âArenât you forgetting something?â
âAm I?â He retorted, his eyes darting to meet mine.
His touch burned with the thrill of tease as he gradually followed the edges towards the inseam of my panties. The pad of his middle finger was all he relied on as he carefully traced the puffy lips of my pussy.Â
His finger sunk between my clothes lips, just for his discovery to be rewarded with the bud of my clit. Thatâs when Ushijima pinned his stare on me, antagonizing me into a game of endurance.Â
Those aimless strokes turned into a series of sloppy circles, Ushijima claiming my clit as his latest victim in his game of taunts.
A whine cracked from behind my lips, something was stirring deep within me. Heâs just teasing me but yet it was enough for my legs to tremble and my core to grow heavy with desire. How the fuck was he doing this to me?
A sigh from Ushijima broke my train of jumbled thoughts, bringing me back into the hellish scene.Â
His breath fanned over the supple skin of my inner thigh, the heat inducing tremors to rake through my limbs.Â
âAw, Iâm making a mess, â Ushijima sighed. âOh well.â
He drew himself back from me, fidgeting with the buttons of his shirt. He plucked his shirt open one button at a time, stopping just midway of his chest.Â
I closed my legs, allowing him to tug my soaked pink pantiesf rom beneath me and off somewhere in the room. Ushijima returned to his post between my thighsâprying my legs apart for him to fill once again. His heavy arms curled around my thighs, his cheek nuzzled against the plumped skin.Â
My face swelled with heat as he continued his marvels, his hand cupping my cunt. His thick fingers settled against my lips, spreading the fat supple mounds apart for him to see.Â
âOh, Y/NâŠâ He mumbled, pulling my hips closer to his awaiting tongue.Â
A scattered sigh tore out from Ushijimaâs mouth, tickling my bare pussy with its heat.Â
His heavy eyes were pinned to the raw sight he created of my pussy. I watched as his sights flickered over the scene, enticing his teeth to digging into his bottom lip. Determination painted his face with its fierce hues that it even fanned over to me. Iâve never had a man look at my cunt with such passion. It was enough for me to even succumb to the heat of it all.Â
âMm, fuck. Just lemmeâŠâ Ushijima trailed off mindlessly.Â
Before he could even finish his thought, his lips were already busy with peppering kisses along my dewed folds. Kisses that were wet, sloppy and kiss carried the sweet, lewd cries of Ushijima coaxing my clit to join in his dance for two.
Itâs filthy the way Ushijima works at my clitâhis tongue lolls about my clit lazily, leaving glimmering soapy trails of spit to drip past my folds.
Every lash he delivers is a thoughtful one; the warm, soft flat of his tongue dragging against the puffy pearl, the sticky mess heâd made out of my clit clinging to the grooves of his tongue.
His lips are like velvet, left plump by the kisses weâd given on each just moments before. And to have those same luscious lips envelope my clit into a world that was nothing short of dizzying.Â
Just the thought of his ministrations alone left my clit spry, the bundle of nerves twitching within the confines of Ushijimaâs sloppy mouth. He busied himself with a soporific rhythm, suckling at the rathe bud just for kicks.
Ushijima peered at me through dilated pupils, those olive hues flickering all about my face. I couldnât imagine the sight he had of me being committed to memory: puffy lips spilling with drool, close eyes screwed shut, and crude, whimsical curses ripping from my mouth.Â
âMmhm, talk to me, Angel. feels good?â
âMm, yesyesyes! Oh fuck, just like that Ushijima!â my voice weakly keened.Â
Awe glistened in my eyes as I watched him, mindlessly chasing an orgasm for my body to revel in. Yet, my drowsy lids were pinned to his jaw, bearing the weight of his hunger. Something came over me, a sense of adoration. So, I reached out to cup his jaw, grazing along what worked so hard to pull an orgasm out of me.Â
My thumb settled along the highs of his cheek, stroking at his flustered skin. Heâs doing such a good job on my behalf, how couldnât I thank him?
âOh, thatâs it. Yâre doing a good job, Ushijima,â I praised, sharing a weak grin.Â
âOh, Iâm not done with you yet, pretty girl,â he chuckled softly.
In place of his lips, Ushijima brought a single digit nip at my entrance. He drew lazy circles around my slit, prepping me for whatâs to come.
Heâs gentle, easing barely half an inch of his digit inside. My walls grew lax for Ushijima, sucking his long thick fingers to fill my pussy.
He made me so sensitive that just off that, I was whimpering out babbles to fall on no oneâs ears in particular. Yet Ushijima still took heed to be kind with me.
âShhh, just take me, baby. âm gonna go as slow as you want me to,â he assured.Â
I didnât feel his hand move from my thigh, but it did, reaching out for my own. Through my drunken senses, I managed to welcome his hand into mine, our fingers folding over one another. Â
Bit by bit, Ushijimaâs finger filled my gummy walls. He really was gentle, moving when my walls were lax and willing. He drove his finger to the hilt, only to slowly pull his digit back.
âOhâŠfuckkkâŠsâ pretty,â he slurred, passing a glance back towards me.Â
âTell me where you want me.â
âJust curl your finger up--- oooh fuck!â I mewled, tossing my head back against the couch.
My hands followed suit, splitting away from Ushijima to grip along the couchâs frame behind my head. When I had Ushijima in my sights again, it wasnât without a smug grin crowding his visage.
âSoâŠis it here?â Ushijima asked, the pad of his digit lightly pulsing at my sweet spot.
âMhm, right there. Just keep doing that.â
âAww, Y/N, you shouldnât have told me thatââm gonna have fun with you now.â
Ushijima snickered as he returned to my clit, inviting the perked bud to melt over his tongue all over again. I trembled at the combined notions, sending an arch to overwhelm my spine.
âW-Wait, UshiâThatâs too much, âm already so close!â
Ushijima merely nodded, my words essentially falling onto deaf ears. Electricity licked all throughout my body, sending twitches to rattle my weak legs. I couldnât take it, Ushijimaâs finger toying with my sweet spot, he was setting me on course for the high of my life.Â
âW-Wakatoshi! Toshiâfuck, âm cumming!â I cried, my lungs grasping for what air could enter.Â
Ushijimaâs finger plugged itself at my core, bringing a seizing crash to break over my body. Every ounce of me held firm, shivering to bear the weight of my chased high. My hips waved against the pad of his digit, riding out the end of my ecstasy off whatever friction would be found.Â
Ushijima withdrew his finger from my cunt, leaving my poor hold bare and gaping for something else to fill me. He brought that sullied digit straight to his mouth , sucking my honey off his fingers as he gleamed over me. Sporadic breaths chimed through the sex-stained air, my chest buckling to keep up with me.
âThatâs a good girl,â Ushijima cooed. âCumming so hard for me. Look at what you did to me.âÂ
Ushijima stood from my legs, his hand racing to grip at his crotch. And he was rightâhis pants were strained thanks to his bulge, the fabric just barely holding itself together. But what caught my attention was the bubbly mess of precum foaming through his slacks.Â
âDidnât even touch me and you made me cum, should be proud,â he chuckled.âBut thatâs fine, weâre evenâŠfor now.â
âAnd what does that mean?â I asked, shifting myself to lay along the couch.Â
âLetâs find out what I mean together.â
Ushijima quickly stripped himself of his clothes coaxing me to strip of whatever clothing was left on me as well. As he removed his clothing, my eyes hinged on his bare bodyâtaut muscles highlighted his towering frame. Heâs ribbed with strength chiseled to suit his build.
A thick trail of faint brown hair from his belly button guided down to the sight resting between his legs. Heâs big, cock so heavy with lust that it needed no help to rise on its own. His cock was topped by a thick, fat reddened bulb, dribbling with glossy tears. His length was tanned, adorned with veins from the poor pressure building at his core. I watched as Ushijima settled himself between my legs, his dick slapping down against my tummy.
"See? Look how deep I'm gonna go," he smirked, his hand gripped at the base of his cock.
I laid my head on the couchâs armrest, lying in wait for Ushijima's next move.Â
Ushijima placed his painfully hard cock to lay within my folds, my clit smothered beneath the weight.Â
âIâm gonna go slow, okay?"
I nodded as I peered down to watch Ushijima nudged at my hole with the head of his cock, slowly prying my slit to greet his girth.Â
âFuhâpretty pussyâs taking me in already. Griping me sâ fucking tight,â Ushijima seethed, his hands griping along the couchâs cushions. Â
My walls supplied Ushijimaâs cock with gushing kisses, fluttering about his throbbing length. He kept working to bury himself to the hilt, dipping his hips to engulf my senses with nothing but himâhis scent, his ardor, his fat bulbous heat fixated on digging out my cunt.
âYâre so big, Toshi! Fuck, go deeper!â
âNuh uh, âUshijima tutted as his eyes came to a screwed shut. âDonât be so greedy, Baby. I got you, justâŠâshitâfeel me, okay? His honeyed voice whimpered.Â
I nodded softly, watching as Ushijimaâs hips finally granted my wish. I couldnât help but squeeze him in place, my walls fluttering around him. He was just so huge, filling out every inch of my pussy like it was nothing. My lashes grew heavy from the bubbling sear of tears lining my eyes. This painâan intoxicating stretch sent me down a spiral of, being so full like this by Ushijima was something I was enthralled by the feeling of being so full and stretched around him.Â
Ushijima took notice too as he looked down at the unfolding scene.Â
âAw look, you took every inch! âm s-soâŠproud of you,â Ushijima huffed out.Â
He leaned over me, pressing his chest flush against my own, resting his forehead within the crook of my neck. He brought his world crashing into mine, the heat of our bodies melding into one. I could even sense his heartbeat, thumping a languid aria into my skin. All I wanted to do was hold him, to have this moment last for as long as we could. But considering the throbbing mess heâd been reduced to, lust reigned over all other senses.
âIâm gonna start moving,â Ushijima mumbled into my dewed skin. âJustâŠtalk to me, Princess. Just wanna see that face when you cum for me againâŠso fuckinâ bad.âÂ
He reeled his hips back weakly, striping my walls of the salacious fill of him. He drew himself just enough to have the tip just barely slipping from out of me, only for him to stuff every inch of him to the hilt.Â
âT-Toshi! Ohmygosh!â I squealed, sending my hands to brace along the thick of his forearms.Â
âI-I know. âm sorry! H-Here, gonna kiss it all better,â Ushijima groaned, his lips sloppily crashing into mine.Â
Through all this, Ushijimaâs hips rocked gently, working a cadence just for me. Slow yet deep allowed the red, weeping bulb of his cock to chip away at my need for dominance. Each reel of his cock enticed my walls to ease in his care, granting him to move that much quicker.Â
And within those passing moments, the quiet squelches erupted into the lewd cymbals of clashing skin breaking into the air. Ushijima drove his cock to the hilt with ease.Â
The same fate befell him, his quiet and restrained grunts now morphed into quivering sobs. His lips now dressed a heavy pout, dripping with his spit and carrying his weary words.
âKeep squeezing like that ând Iâm gonna cum."
âM-Me too, Toshi! Iâm so close!â
I perched myself onto my elbows, urgent to close the valley left to exist between our two worked bodies.Â
Not a word had to fall from my lawless tongue for Ushijima to soothe my wants. He leaned in, hunching over to blur our worlds into one. His hand snaked around to brace the nape of my neck, bestowing a gentle grip over me just to keep me close. He pressed his forehead flush against my own, beads of sweat dotting my skin.
Our lips remained poised in the heat of our budding passion, catching every whimsical babble we had to each other..
I couldnât resist smothering him in a kiss, lazily catching every moan to ring from his chest. He was working so hard on my behalf, driving himself mad, sweaty, and depleted just to please meâoh, how lucky was I?
He broke away from our messy kiss, muttering some mantra that seemed to grasp his concern more.
He retreated back onto his haunches, pinning his sights on the messy canvas heâd made of my cunt. His thumb, the pad of his digit etching loose loops over the cherried pearl.Â
I reached out to brace his wrist, pulling his hand to lay atop my tummy.
âNuh uh, donât wanna cum like that. J-just keepâfuck! Please donât stop!â I sobbed, rolling my ensnared hips to match Ushijimaâs tempo.
âAww cumming already? Better make a mess or else I'm not stopping til you do.â
âOoo-oh fuck, I-IÂ can make a mess! Just frâ you.â
From that pledge Ushijima and I made, a fever dream broke out over the room. A dream fueled by sinful fervor that claimed any sense Ushijima and I had down to nothing. All we had on the brain was each other, doing our own part helping each meet our peaks.
As for me, heâs rendered me dumb and drunk over his cock, feeding my sweet spot with his deliciously thick girth. Dumb hiccuping babbles were all I could muster. My plushy walls were consumed by a familiar flutter, my inevitable high teetering on the edge.
âToshiToshi, right there! Iâm gonnaâ!" The word trapped itself within my throat, only to be replaced by a blubbering whimper.
A spell of heat licked at every nerve in my body. My eyes were sent rolling into the back of my head as my overwhelmed body coaxed my poor ruined cunt to weep, a burst of tears gushing over Ushijimaâs flexed abdomen. Â
âGood fucking girl, making a mess just like I asked. I wannaâfuck!â'm wanna cum with you too!â
The peak of my high left me just barely conscious, my eyes heavy with the sudden heft of fatigue. Through the thick gathering of my lashes, I gawked at Ushijima, his own nirvana finally crashing down around him.Â
âOhââm cumming! Y/N, I'm gonna cum!â
Ushijima trembled as his rutting hips came to a stuttering halt. He frantically ripped himself from inside of me, the roused nerves of his cock sent into a twitching frenzy. Nuzzling the bulbous head along my inner thigh, the warm tears of white painted skin, followed by a clogged groan pouring from Ushijimaâs gaping mouth.Â
He collapsed on top of me, his lungs desperately heaving for air. I laced my arms around him, taking my digits through his unkempt hair as he came down.Â
âShhh, itâs okay, I got you. Just relax,â I hummed softly.Â
Ushijima and I lay on that couch for a while longer, neither of us ready to move. As I combed through his hair, he kept a hand on my stomach, tapping away at some tempo to soothe himself. Just a quiet, peaceful reflection of the practices he and I had done.
He was right, I don't think I'll need another lover after that. My legs were practically useless, my throat sore, and my body was still reeling from the temors of my high. Even Ushijima still shivered from time to time. That moment was something straight out of a movie, calm, quiet, and filled with a growing fondness.
To my surprise, Ushijima was the first to break the silence with a question.
âSo about our date, what time worksââ
âOh! You were serious about that?!âÂ
Ushijima nodded, âWellâŠyes. I know it was an exercise but I really wanted to take you out somewhere nice. And I actually do know a place around here with a huge wine cellar.â
 My head fell into a tilt as I studied Ushijima for a second. Heâs back to his regular âstoicâ self but this time every feature in his face was softenedâhis brows, his lips, his eyes; all carried a bout of sincerity. I simply had no heart to deny him, especially now knowing what kind of man he was in the face of rapture.
âYâknow what, Ushijima,â I purred as my hand reached to cup his cheek.
âIâd like that.â
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Do you feel like your work would get more notes if you wrote for a neutral reader?
probably, but i am a black woman so therefore i will describe reader as black (especially considering that many readers in x reader fics on here claim to be race neutral but itâs obvious theyâre white coded). although, that shouldnât hinder a person from reading my work (frankly if it does hinder you, that says more about you than me tbh)âŠhowever i understand that many people on here would prefer to read a race neutral ficsâŠbut idc. i would prefer my fics touch the little bit of black people that look like me than a larger audience because i know when others read my fics, they have that representation in fanfics. if you get what iâm saying. i have hit the road of tumblr where i dont really care for notes because i have already had the adrenaline high of having a bunch of notes on my fics on dejwrites. i just want to spread my creativity and growth as i transition to fully working on my novel wips! đ
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interact if you would like to be tagged in this. posting it on monday (04/29/24) 6:30pm est !
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just feel like heâll definitely âand what if a kaiju kill me right nowâ you into giving him coochie like bro i was going to do that anyway, no need for the dramatics!
a pathetic man that seriously deserve some pussy.
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i can only imagine reader joining the gang and Arthur immediately knowing who she is because she stole his shit two weeks ago! Go ahead and write the fic for the girlies pls!
reader as dutch introducing her to everyone and she see arthur:
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thinkin' about arthur morgan getting swindled out of his money by the pretty black woman who disguises herself as a brothel worker who actually robs wealthy men. she wasn't going to rob arthur because she's well acquainted with dutch, but she just wanted an excuse to see his handsome face again.
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Omggg :') ty for recommending my Kira fic!!!
welcomeeee. i am not that far in jjba, so i have no clue who that character is....but they hot so i shall come back to that fic when i'm finally introduced to them lmfao.
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‷â§âË could you imagine having a wet dream about your hot neighbor?
â âąÂ° à© â° â warning readers discretion is advised â female anatomy described, her/she pronouns, written with black reader in mind, pet names (good girl), oral fixation, oral (f.receiving), dirty talk, biting kink, backshots/doggystyle position, spanking, anal play (i mean he put a thumb in it that's it), marking kink, profanity, i think we should write smut about men in explicit mangas some more, mentions of a wet dream, wet dream is in italics, slight pervert!reader, repost from old account, mdni
You couldn't help but stare at him when you saw him. You remembered how your eyes lit up with curiosity seeing him move into the apartment next to yours. An apartment with many tenants who moved in and soon quickly moved out. A rumor traveled around that a ghost resided in that apartment, but you never cared to gossip about said rumor. You just went to work and came home. It was a sad cycle that youâve done Monday through Friday. Occasionally when you would be leaving for work, you'd see him. The bags under his eyes are as heavy as heâs taking his trash out to put into the apartmentâs trash bin. His whole demeanor oozed sex appeal even though he would be the type of man your parents would usher you to stay away from.Â
He was a handsome man, and when you laid down to sleep, you only seethed in jealousy, hearing faint moans through the thin walls. A regular neighbor would march over and bang on the door to tell their neighbor to keep it downâbut with you, it felt like your body was stuck. You stared at the ceiling indulging in the sound of the way he pleasured this woman. That jealous pit twists in your stomach, realizing that you have most likely been crushing on a taken man this whole time. But it didnât make sense, you hadnât seen a woman enter or exit his place when you were around. Either or, you still thought that it should have been you to have the privilege of cooing out his name the way this woman was.Â
You could do better. You know you can.Â
You may have been in a significant drought, but you were positive your plush lips could kiss him better. Your mouth could wrap around his cock better. You could move your hips while riding him better. But then again, this woman had to have something you didnât if he was making her feel like this every night.Â
You took your pillow over your head to scream into it. The heated feeling between your thighs caused you to roll over on your side to force yourself to sleep. You were only torturing yourself by continuing to be a pervert and listening to him pleasure another woman. Before you could utter a string of complaints to yourself, your body finally relaxed for you to fall into a deep slumberâa poor attempt at ignoring the walls through the paper-thin walls.Â
Your body stirred in your sleep as you felt something under the thin lilac-colored duvet that covered your body. You felt something wet upon your thighs as if somebody was nibbling on the flesh on the inside area of your thighs. You attempted to squirm tiredly, but the grip upon you grew tighter. With your hand rubbing the sleep out of your eye, you lifted the duvet, and your eyes nearly bulged out your head seeing him. His eyes filled with so much hunger it sent a chill down your spine. With the oversized t-shirt you usually sleep in pushed up to your waist, you watched as the flat of his tongue glided upward and downward on the clothed part of where your pussy lips were. Even though your underwear was blocking the pleasure feeling of his tongueâyou still felt yourself grow wet at the feeling.Â
Your next-door neighbor Totsumoto Yuushi didnât waste any time dragging your fusion-colored panties down your smooth legs to get a taste of you. The flat of his tongue dragged across your puffy pussy lips just to finally relinquish in the taste of you. His darkened eyes met with yours through the little light that shimmered through the window from the moon. You relaxed in his touch as soon as you felt the first flicker on your clit. Your breathing hitches in your throat before you cough up moans and your fingers tangle into his black hair. Before your eyes lolly in the back of your head, the last glimpse you got was of Totsumotoâs eyes shifting close as he finally wanted to focus on his main task.Â
Totsumotoâs tongue glides around the entrance of your drooling cunt, and he even could feel you clench, feeling him teasing you. Your thighs were seizing close due to the intense feeling of him between your thighs, but he just pinned them back open. You even heard him moan as he continued to eat his meal. He didnât leave a drop of slick for him not to savor. The blood rushing to his cock with each kitten lick heâs making on your pussy or each flicker and suck on your sensitive bud. Your juices stained his face, but he could care less when it was a mouthwatering meal right before him.Â
Your body arched off the mattress as you failed to run away from your pending orgasm. Your stomach began to form the most satisfying knots for Totsumoto to untie, but he pulled it away. He shortly let his lips drag kisses and bites on the inside of your thighs. He removed himself away from your pussy with a satisfying pop.Â
âI want you to cum on this dick, Y/N.â His voice rasps. âI know you want the same thing, right?â Totsumoto tilts his head to the side slightly as if heâs letting his head rest on your bite marks-covered thigh, and his eyes never stop looking at you.Â
Totsumotoâs words hit you like a truck with each continued kiss and bite. Your brain felt like complete mush as you realized he snatched your orgasm away from you in the blink of an eye. With his cock on hard, he kisses up your body until his face is just inches away from yours. Him being on top of you but also sure not to squash you. You could feel his cock on the inside of your thigh. Just by how it feltâyou could tell it was fat. Youâve had your perverted thoughts during a hot morning imagining how his cock looked. Was it long? Was it girthy? Was he circumcised? How pretty was the tip? Youâve asked yourself that constantly.Â
Heâll inch closer to your lips. Through your stare of desperation for him, you watched him lick his lipsâsavoring in the aftertaste of your pussy before he spoke once more, âHowâd you want it? Since youâve been a good girl while I was between your thighsâŠ.âÂ
Teasingly, heâs letting his teeth nibble on your plump lower lip instead of giving you the satisfaction of a heated kiss.Â
âIâll let you choose.â He adds.Â
And thatâs how you whine up on all fours with a perfect arch and your cunt eager to swallow Totsumotoâs cock. You figured that if you were to do missionary, youâd become cock drunk for the gentleman immediately. His callous hands grabbed at your waist, dragging you closer to him; you could feel the tip of his cock brushing against your entrance. âJust relax, pretty, sure you fit around me perfectly,â Totsumoto assured.
Heâs collecting saliva in his hand to coat his girthy cock with, even though he could see how wet you were for him through his dark locs that fell in his face. His hand gripped your waist, similar to how a person would with some bike handles. He completely braced himself for the waterfall he was about to experience. First, heâs shoving his tip inâslowly, just so you can get used to it, savor it. A wonderful feeling he could get used to. Second, heâs gradually shoving move of his cock inside you. This time heâs taking note of how your manicured fingers grasped at the sheets.Â
âI thought you could take my cock, hm?â Heâll teasingly ask.Â
You couldnât even answer his question before heâs immediately plowing forward. No regard for getting used to his size when the wet cunt in between your thighs was enthusiastic for more. Youâll moan out his name like a song you knew from heart. The lewd sound of heated skin slapping against each other adding on to your tune of moans. It created a sweet melody that Totsumoto enjoyed hearing. It motivated him to fuck just a little better, a little harder.Â
Your pillow was beginning to stain with your salty tears with each ram of his hips. You only had the opportunity to let out broken moans that bounced upon the thin walls of your bedroom. Your hand went back behind you to slow down his abrupt thrusting, but that only led to him swatting your hand away as if it were a fruit fly flying around a garbage can. At this point, you had lost count of how many times the two of you had cum. The sticky mess that imprinted your thighs didnât stop Totsumoto from continuing what he was doing. The white ring that decorated his cock only turned him on even more. His eyes lazily droop to gaze at your pussy, swallowing his cock. It was an intoxicating feeling how you were clutching around him. Which each pull back on his cockâhe could feel you tremble. Hurriedly, wanting to run away from his jabs but ever so eager for him to fill you up some more.Â
âYou were waiting to feel my cock werenât you?â He growled lowly. He noticed you didnât answer his question, only purring out desperate moans. The dark-haired male took that as a challenge. His large hands that once were on your plush love handles would press down your back, ensuring that you wouldnât break the perfect arch.Â
Totsumotoâs fingertips trace alongside the flesh of your ass. His hand slaps at it, and his actions' ripple effect causes his cock to twitch inside you. His body felt like he was running a fever so hot that he could most likely faint. His jet-black strands of hair were sticking to his sweat-coated forward, but even if his hair drooped low in front of his intoxicating deadpan eyesâhe still couldnât take them away from the mess between the two of your bodies. His strokes were beginning to grow sloppy as his body finally overheated due to his lewd actions.Â
You knew that the older gentleman was so close to cumming. His grip on your waist tightens, completely entrapping you from running away from his brash thrusting. It took you by shock feeling his thumb insert instantly into your asshole. Your body tensed up, and he leaned down to place the sloppiest set of kisses on your back. âItâs just a thumb unless you want it to be something else.â He hungrily said.Â
His words sent a frightening yet exhilarating chill down your spine. Your fingers grasped the crumpled sheets on your mattress as you met his thrusting halfway until the both of you were a cumming mess. Youâve had your fair share of sleeping with men. From horrible hookups to the best lovemaking, no one ever made you feel like this when you were orgasming. You felt like you were on the highest cloud attempting to climb down all by yourself. Your limbs quivered with each sloppy cum coated slam upon your ass, and your moans became so frantic that someone would have thought you were speaking in tongue. The messy mess that imprinted the two of your skin wasnât as bad as the mess when his cock hesitantly removed itself from you. Totsumotoâs thick cum dripped out of your cunt as he let your body collapse on the mattress below you like a personal used fleshlight. You could hear his breathing returning to normal as he let his fingertips drag alongside your sweat-coated body parts.Â
âSleep tight. Youâre going to need it for when I return.â His words came out like a whisper.
When his fingertips left your body, you felt cold without his touch. You were utterly addicted to his touch, and you needed more. However, your shaken limbs and depleted body said otherwise.
Exhaustion overcame your body as the only thing that could be heard in the room was the sound of you trying to control your breathing. Your eyes became droopy, and you realized that he just gave you the best dick you could imagine, that you instantly fell into a deep slumber.
The annoying sound of your alarm caused your eyes to open instantly. Your phone was practically yelling at you to get up to start your day. When you pressed the snooze button on your phone, you glanced at the time. You still have a couple more minutesâperhaps you can attempt to fall asleep to continue the dream. Your panties already were damp, and your nipples hardened in anticipation due to it, but no matter how comfortable you got or how tightly squeezed shut your eyes wereâyou couldnât fall back into that deep slumber. There you were, staring at the ceiling, thinking about him, and once again, the horrible feeling of him not being able to pleasure you outside of your perverted wet dreams swirled around in your mind.Â
A knock could be heard from your front door, causing your thoughts to disappearâ just like the dream you had last night. You climbed out of bed to answer the door, mumbling coherent words about who could be visiting you so early. It was most likely another salesman that wanted to sell something. You opened your front door, and all the annoyance in your body disappeared. There, your neighbor Totsumoto Yuushi stood at your door holding a box.Â
Your words were stuck in your throat as your fingers toyed with the ends of the oversized t-shirt you wore to bed. Totsumotoâs eyes traveled down your body, staring at your boobs, and he took a mental note of how your nipples poked through the thin fabric of the t-shirt you were wearing. He cleared his throat to clear out the tension in the air.Â
âThe delivery guy put this outside my door, and it belongs to you.â Totsumotoâs deep voice croaked out.Â
âThank you.â Your arms extended for him to drop the package in your arms.
Instead, he wiggled past the small gap between you and your cracked door and directly placed your package in your house. He walked out of your apartment and glanced down at you. The scent of him went by you, and you could feel your knees weaken.Â
âIâm going to get going now. If you need anything, just knock on my door.â His lips form a sly smile before he walks down to his apartment.Â
You closed the door when he was no longer in your eyesight. Your back pressed upon the door as you slowly slid down itâif only he could get you the one thing you wanted the most.Â
And that was for your wet dream to come true vividly.Â
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reposting some dejwrites stuff on here, donât mind me!
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đđđ / it's finally the day of the date naoya zenin earned with y/n, what could possibly go wrong?
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â âąÂ° à© â° â warning readers discretion is advised â female reader, black reader (with descriptors), socialite au, rich au, profanity, mentions of making out, naoya x fem!oc, brief mentions of manga creator!choso x reader, mentions of other jujutsu kaisen characters, classism undertones, ceo/business mogul!naoya, player!naoya, teacher!reader, mentions of violence, mdni
Naoya Zenin never went out of his way to make sure a date went well. He usually settled with taking a lot of women he entangled with to the same five-star restaurant. He was pretty sure that the hosts were tired of seeing his face every other week with a different woman on his arm. With Y/N, he had to be different. She deserved something different. Something more elegant. Something much more romantic. He wasnât the best at planning dates, especially for a woman he seemed to be genuinely in. After all, he read a book to children for her. Was he whipped that much that he was going out of his way for this one woman who he wasnât even sure if she felt the same way?
His overthinking thoughts began to think about what Seon told him. What if sheâs just like everyone else, just after your money? She was just an English teacher after all. She could gain much more from dating him than he would gain from dating her. But Naoya was positive that she wouldnât have accepted the date or even entertained him if she wasnât interested in getting to know him. Especially since they have been texting each other a lot lately. He found himself feeling calm when she would rant about dealing with a lousy parent. It just felt different from hearing Fei rant about not getting the Christian Dior bag she wanted. Maybe that's why Naoya was so interested in Y/N. He was surrounded by luxury his whole life perhaps he just was getting bored of lusting for partners of the same social status.Â
He was so lost in his thoughts that he couldnât even hear the person who had perfectly planned out this date from start to finish on the speaker of his phone. Yuki Tsukumo was one of Japanâs best matchmakers. From hooking up princes with beautiful women to even creating romantic dates for couples to be. If you need your love life spiced up, contact her.Â
âEverything should go perfectly, Naoya. A romantic rooftop dinner in one of Japanâs finest restaurants, you donât have to worry about anything other than your lousy mouth.â Yuki said.
Naoya was adjusting one of his custom cuff links. It was engraved with a Z. A gift from his father that many Zenin men owned. âLousy mouth?â He questioned in confusion.
âWhat you say out your mouth is such a turn-off. I hate to indulge in gossip pages, but a lot of women have been saying this about you.â Yuki said. âSo please, donât mess this up. I would hate for a perfect date that I have organized to go to shit.âÂ
âI wonât. I think I actually like this one,â Naoya cheekily admitted.Â
He heard Yukiâs aggregated sigh. âOf course you do, but itâs almost time. Are you picking your date up? Are you driving your own car? Using your driver?âÂ
âI got a new car, so Iâll be driving just to break my new baby in.â Naoya chuckles to himself as he combed through his hair one last time. âIâm about to head out though, so Iâll keep you updated.âÂ
He shared his farewells with Yuki and ended the call. He quickly texted Y/N stating that he was on his way, but his heart quickened seeing her send the panicking emoji. Was she about to cancel on him?
MSSG TO NAOYA FROM Y/N
I canât decide which earrings to wear. Should I do the dangle ones or keep it simple with the studs?Â
Naoya glanced down at two pictures she had attached showing off herself with one earring in each one of her ears. His cheeks felt like they were burning and even if he didnât look in a mirror, he knew he was blushing. She looked so breathtaking without trying. A simple thing like sending a selfie had Naoyaâs heart thump in his chest so heavily that if he concentrated hard enough, he could hear his heart beating. While waltzing into his living room to grab his car keys, he quickly texted back.Â
MSSG TO Y/N FROM NAOYA
Considering your hairstyle, I say go with the studs.Â
Iâm heading out of my place now to pick you up, by the way
As he closed his penthouse door with everything he needed, he walked down the hall anticipating a text. She quickly responds to his message.
MSSG TO NAOYA FROM Y/N
Okay, Iâm almost done getting ready. Just need to do one more touch-up on my makeup then Iâm all yours Prince Charming đ
Naoya stepped into the elevator while reading his text. âFuck. She drives me crazy.â He mumbled to himself while adding a heart reaction to the message and shoving his phone in his perfectly pressed slacks.Â
It was true. The woman had a spell on him he couldnât quite put his finger on. He thought about her throughout his day. He thought about cherishing her. He thought about loving her. Obviously, he thought about fuckingâactually scratch that. He wanted to make love to her. He knew she deserved more than him putting his pleasures before hers.Â
He stepped out of the elevator and into the garage of his complex. With him owning the most expensive penthouse in the building, he was given about three parking spotsâbut with his huge car appetite, Naoya wasnât afraid to wiggle out more spots for his cars. He remembered Toji telling him that if he just got a house built, he wouldnât have to worry about that. Naoya always has to remind his cousin that he was still a bachelor with no kids, while Toji had one kid and a wife. Why would he get a house where itâs only him occupying it?Â
He stopped in front of his jet-black Audi R8. An impulse buy, he brought moments after scoring a date with Y/N. Her agreeing to it made him so excited he went out and brought a brand new car. He had put Y/Nâs address into the GPS and started to drive. He was driving in complete silence wondering if he should stop by to pick up some flowers, but he remembered Yuki said that he couldnât miss the reservation. He could just get flowers sent to her house tomorrow.Â
When he arrived at her place, he parked the car and glanced around his surroundings. It wasnât anything like his apartment complex. He got out of the car, being sure to lock his car, and once again he was glancing at the place. It was a building, similar to a complex. It had some apartments that probably were the size of Naoyaâs closet at the bottom and then some at the top where residents had to walk up some stairs to get to the top level of the apartments. He leaned against his car texting Y/N that he was outside. He watched as the message bubbles appeared but soon disappeared. His eyes watched as one of the residents stepped outside their home just when Y/N was stepping out of hers.
âMom! Look itâs Ms. L/N!â The little kid with the mom said in excitement.
âShin, please lower your voice. You donât want to wake up our neighbors.â The mother responded as she looked at him.Â
As if the little kid's voice did wake up the neighbors, another set of heads poked out of their apartment complex. âWoah, Y/N! You look gorgeous!â A pink-haired young man said.Â
âThanks, Yuji, howâs that math class treating you?â Y/N asked.
âUhhhââ Yujiâs words were interrupted by his older black-haired brother.Â
âHe hasnât been studying as you told him to do.â The male said.
The mother who was on her way to separate her trash to put in the residency bins would eye Naoya who was viewing what was unfolding in front of him. For some reason, he only paid attention to the one dark-haired male. He displayed the same flirtatious demeanor Naoya would display, but he was much more toned down. Naoya didnât even think Y/N was catching up on the subtle flirting the guy was doing.
âI have to go you guys, I have someone waiting for me. Yuji, donât forget to study. Choso, make sure you submit your manga to your editor.â She would wave at them as she made her way down the stairs.Â
âPlease return her home safely!â The mom yelled at Naoya.Â
âI will.â Naoya respectfully bowed his head to the woman before his eyes were traveling to the woman he was thinking about.Â
Her hair was pulled up in a top knot bun with some curls in the front. The fusion pink thin strapped dress she wore hugged her body so perfectly that Naoya could see every dip and curve in her body. The dress felt so scandalous yet classy at the same time. She accessorized with the diamond stud earrings she showed him earlier, a gorgeous necklace, and a mini purse that Naoya was sure only fit her house keys and a lip gloss. When she grew closer to him, Naoya then was familiarized with the sweet scent of her Miss Dior Blooming Bouquet perfume. He could fall in love with her from the way she carried herself right now if Naoya could.Â
He had a foolish grin on his face as he looked her up and down. âYou lookâuh.â He was searching for his own words. He was completely taken back by her beauty.Â
âFuck. You look so beautiful.â He said out loud.
She giggled at his comment. âThank you, you look pretty charming yourself.â She smiles.Â
âThank you, should we get going?â He asked as he opened the passenger side of the door.
âYes, I would love to see what Naoya Zenin has planned for me.â She says as she climbed into the car gracefully.
Naoya has had many women in the passenger seat of his sports cars, but no one looked as beautiful as Y/N. His eyes found them constantly glancing over at her as she was watching the buildings go by with how fast Naoya was going. âAre you going to tell me what weâre doing tonight?â She asked as she looked at him.
âI have a dinner planned for us, just so we can get to know each other more,â Naoya explained as his fingers tapped at the steering wheel.
âHmm, interesting. What more to know about me? Iâm an English teacher and before I got ready for this date, I was trying to scrub a magic marker off my favorite sweater.â She carelessly shrugged her shoulders. Â
âI think thereâs so much more to you than you want me to know,â Naoya said as he made a turn onto another road. âIâll be patient enough for you to open up to me.â He answered truthfully.
âI just want to know why. Why me? You can have any woman in your social circle, but youâre here with me.â Y/N says as she looked over at him to be met with his gaze since he stopped at a red light.Â
âYeah, here with you,â Naoya repeated as he pressed down on the gas once again. âWhen I see something I want, I go get it.â He simply adds.Â
âWhen you put it that way, you make me sound like one of your cars,â Y/N says and Naoya soon realized what Yuki said to him earlier.
When he pulled in front of the restaurant, he had stepped out of the car with a quickness before Y/N could open her door. He opened the door for her, extending his hand for her to take and she did. She clutched his arm as he gave his car keys to the valet person to park his car. A person held the door open for both of them and when they two walked in, all eyes were on them. The restaurant Yuki chose was one of the best five-star restaurants that only certain people can get in. The waitlist for reservations was booked for up to two years. The starting price range for just one entree was over sixty thousand yen. The restaurant was pure luxury and only people who didnât care to spend thousands of yen for one three-course dinner could even breathe in the atmosphere. Naoya approached the host stand and the host already knew who he was, she would greet you two with a smile before motioning for you two to follow her.
With each step further inside the restaurant, Naoya could feel the grasp on his arm get tighter. He only removed the grasp on his arm to intertwine his fingers with Y/Nâs, giving her hand a comforting squeeze as they followed the lady. The lady stopped at an elevator that was going to lead you two upstairs, her manicured finger pressed the button. As you three waited for the elevator, Naoya looked at Y/N. His eyes lit up in worry as he could see how confused she was. Perhaps the lingering eyes and whispers as they made their way through the restaurant caused her to feel some type of way. Or maybe the fact that this host was leading them to a whole different area from the other guests? Naoya couldnât read her just yet and was hoping this date would help him pertaining that task.Â
âEverything okay?â Naoya asked as he looked at her. The pad of his thumb begins to rub comforting circles around the back of her hand. âWe can leave if youââ
âNo, Iâm fine. Itâs just I never actually knew this restaurant existed, it looks so fancy and expensive.â Y/N explained. âI donât know, I could be just overthinking some things.â She explains while looking at him. âI just donât want you to feel obligated to do all of this to try to impress me.âÂ
Naoya listened to her concerns before looking at the host who was waiting for them to step into the elevator. She made a fair point. Majority of his dates, he has used his riches as a form of gain to get further into the women he pursued. Naoya would pull out his wallet, he stepped forward grabbing the pin that was neatly placed in the hostess's uniform vest pocket and he would walk to the coffee table that was near the elevator. Y/N was beyond confused as she was watching Naoya write four separate checks, especially given that the couple didnât even sit down to eat yet.Â
He handed the checks to the host who glanced down at them, âMr. Zenin, we can not take these.â She was attempting to give them back to him, but he refused.
âItâs no problem. One should cover the cost of the dinner. The others are just a tip for you, our server, and the valet guy outside.â He respectfully bowed at the hostess. âWe apologize for the inconvenience,â he says before collecting Y/Nâs hand and walking back through the restaurant.Â
âWhat the hell just happened? What are you doing?â Y/N asked as she followed before him.Â
Once again all eyes were on them and Y/N could even see one prestigious woman snap a picture as they were walking by. When they got outside, the valet instantly went to go get Naoyaâs car. Y/N would tug the gentleman in by his jacket to gain his attention. âWe could have stayed, I would have gotten over the feeling.â She says.
âYou said it yourself that you donât want me to use my wealth to try to impress you,â Naoya explains. âSo, weâre going somewhere different.âÂ
Y/N lips formed a smile, âI just want to know you without the riches. Although, itâs a huge part of your lifeâwhich is understandable. But it doesnât define you, does it?âÂ
When Naoya heard that question leave her mouth, he couldnât even answer that question. He grew up with a silver spoon in his mouth and everything handed to him. He was an overseer of many hotels around the world. He could snap his fingers and get anything he wanted. Yet, he didnât know much about himself other than those things. His lips formed a straight line in frustration. Who was Naoya Zenin without his bank account?Â
His thoughts were interrupted as Y/N grabbed a hold of his hand with a slight smile. âDonât overthink the question, you have plenty of time tonight to tell me.â She winks at him before letting go of his hand to walk towards his car that had just pulled up.
When they got back into the car, Y/N was on her phone texting away and Naoya could hear a stressed sigh from her. âWhatâs wrong?â He asked.
âItâs just one of my student's moms.â She answered.
âThey reach out to you after school hours?â Naoya questioned. âIsnât that like crossing boundaries?âÂ
âI mean, I donât really mind it since I did offer up my number to some parents who want to have a much closer eye on their child. However, with this particular child, the mom has been going through some hardships with the child's father.â Y/N explained. âSo this particular child needs special attention from me because he does act out occasionally. Which I only think he acts out because of whatâs happening at home.âÂ
âHardships like what? Divorce? That obviously will be hard for a five-year-old to witness.â Naoya said as he was driving.Â
âI think the father is abusive, but I don't want to draw that conclusion so soon,â Y/N explained. âShe always talks to me in a hush tone sometimes. When I questioned why she was speaking so low, she immediately answered with because the child was sleeping.â She says.
Naoya's hands gripped the steering wheel. âDo you know the husband's name?â He asked.
âI donât know. She has always been the one at the back-to-school nights and such. I do know he has money like heâs rich.â She explained. âI want to help her, but sometimes us teachers can't do much but report to child services. That is if that actually helps, could make the situation worst.â She explained.
Naoya had parked his car in the parking lot of this place. Y/N pushed her phone into her clutch and her eyebrows raised at the food spot. Naoya got out of the car and raced to open the door for Y/N. She chuckled at his actions, âYou do not have to rush to open my door.âÂ
Naoya looked at her with the most offended look on his face and Y/N laughed. âOkay, whatever floats your boat.â She says before her head motioning towards the food spot.Â
âThis is my favorite burger spot, like ever!â He says with a cheeky smile.
âNaoya Zenin likes eating cheeseburgers and not expensive rib eye steak, I am shocked.â Y/N sarcastically says.
âYou said it yourself that you want to know more about me behind the riches and this is the perfect start of it.â Heâs collecting her hand to drag her towards the restaurant.
The two of them were two sore thumbs sticking out in the burger spot as Naoya led her to the familiar table he always sat at when he came in here to eat. Y/B wearing her bright fusion dress and Naoya in his attire that he usually wore to meetings. They gained stares while they were sitting down further in the back, but these stares were different than the ones in the five-star luxury restaurant. Naoya usually had the same thing every time he came in here. A known regular that ate in peace, left a very nice tip, and just left. He found this restaurant as a safe place away from his father, his responsibilities, the women in his life, and so much more. Some days when he would sip on his drink and eat his cheat meal, heâll even silence his phone just to enjoy the peaceful time of just enjoying a simple meal. But Naoya was opening up this safe space to someone else. A very special someone.
Y/N was so astonished by the atmosphere of the restaurant. The retro 80âs theme the restaurant decided to go by caused her eyes to twinkle with so much excitement that it felt like the woman was turning into one of her overjoyed students. As Naoya was looking at the menu that he had seen one too many times, he could feel someone staring at him. When his brown eyes glanced up from the menu, his eyes met with Y/Nâs. She was staring so hard at him as her head was placed on the palm of her hand.Â
âIs something on my face or something?â Naoya asked.
âNo.â She answered. âThank you.â She responded before her eyes glanced at the menu also.
âFor?â Naoya asked.
âShowing me this place. We walked in here and even the cook knew who you were, it seems like this place is very important to you and youâre showing me it. So, thank you.â Y/N answered.
âNo need to thank me. I just want you to view me without the riches.âÂ
âI know, so where do we start? Do you have any hobbies you like? Any goals?âÂ
Naoya thought about it for a second, âI have accomplished all the goals thatâs been on my listânot to brag or anything. I donât have any hobbies:âÂ
âThat canât be true,â Y/N says. âEveryone has hobbies, even if itâs a weird one like collecting pens. Or if itâs a provocative one like having sex.âÂ
Naoyaâs eyes met her gaze when she said sex. He let his tongue glide across his lips before speaking, âI like sex, but I think I like cars more.âÂ
Y/N chuckles at his statement. Her lip gloss-covered lips parted to speak but a server approached them with a notepad and a smile.Â
âShould I get you the usual for tonight Mr. Zenin?â The server asked.
âYes, make it two! My lovely date has never eaten here before and I want to show her that this place has the best burgers in Tokyo,â He smiled at the server and the guy would look over at Y/N.
âHe isnât lying, we wonât disappoint you,â He flashed Y/N a smile that she returned and caused the young man's cheeks to grow red.
âShould we add the signature strawberry milkshakes with it?â The server asked.Â
âCan we? I have such a sweet tooth,â Y/N perked up and her lips formed a pout at the gentleman across the table.
âAnything for you,â Naoya says as he passes the menus to the server.
âOkay, Iâll be right back with two shakes.âÂ
Now it was just two once again. Y/N leaned forward as if she was interrogating the man. âSo you like cars more than sex. Thatâs a good start. Anything else I should know? Like where do you see yourself in a few years?âÂ
âI want to just have an empire for my family to fall back on. That is if I find the right person to build with,â Naoya explains. âI just want something different from how my family is. Just a chaotic cluster fuck of a mess.â His voice trails off while he leans back into his seat. His thighs spread apart to make himself more comfortable.Â
âInteresting, you want to be a family man to redeem yourself from your family drama. Noted.â Y/N says. âI want a family of my own also, but not for the same reason. Itâs just the thought of being a mom excites me sometimes, I think thatâs why I care so much about my students.â She says.
âYouâll make a wonderful mom, I canât wait to have the honor to name our children.â Naoya joked and he watched Y/N burst into loud obnoxious laughter.
âYouâre one confident man, Naoya.â
âI must ask though, why are you single? Youâre drop-dead gorgeous, good with children, wonderful personality. I can go on,â Naoya says. âOr do you just not have time for a relationship?âÂ
âHmm, why would you ask that?â She asks.Â
âI mean, when I was waiting for you outside your place I noticed one of your neighbors' whole demeanor changed seeing you all dressed up. I think he has a Lil crush on you. Which Iâm letting you know now, Iâm very competitive.âÂ
âWho? Choso?â Y/N let out a giggle. âIf it makes you feel a little uneasy, weâve slept together once. It got interrupted by his younger brother though and we now donât talk about it. Like it didnât even happen.âÂ
âAnd youâre telling me, itâs no unresolved feelings there?â Naoya questioned.Â
âItâs not. Plus, if it wasâyou just said you were competitive right?â Y/N gives him a sly smirk before winking at him.Â
Naoya wanted to kiss her right then and there. Just claim her as his to prove a point. But their server interrupted them with the food and shakes they ordered. The aroma of ground beef and salty french fries swirled around between the duo as Naoya leaned forward to dig in. The first thing Y/N did was take a sip of the milkshake and she let out the cutest moan. âThis is probably the best milkshake I have tried.â She says before sheâs nibbling on a fry.Â
âI told you!â Naoya chuckles.Â
As the two continued to eat, Naoya couldnât help but smile hearing Y/N praise the food in front of her. He felt so comfortable at the moment. He wasnât worried about keeping up an image for anyone. He didnât have to worry about pretending to care about the names of high-class individuals. He hadn't felt this feeling before and it shocked him that one woman made him feel this way.
âSo, we talked about my former flings. Even though I wouldnât even count Choso as a flingââÂ
âYou two had sex and live next to each other. Thatâs a fling.âÂ
âWhatever, but Iâm not a competitive person when it comes to love. If I donât have your full attention, Iâll find someone who will give me their attention. So, this Fei womanâwhat is she to you?âÂ
âFei is Fei. Sheâs just there. I canât technically get rid of her since Iâve known her for so long and according to my father, sheâs a good look when sheâs on my arm.â Naoya explained.
âBut do you like her romantically though?â Y/N head tilted to the side to look at him.Â
âNo. Iâm not going to lie to you Y/N, I call her when I want to bust a nut.â Naoya took a bite out of his food.Â
âInteresting.âÂ
He wasnât sure if that was a good interesting or bad interesting. Was this what Yuki was talking about when she stated that his mouth lands him in the horrible hot spot during dates?Â
âHow so?â Naoya asked as he sipped his milkshake.
âYou need to tell her youâre not interested in her like that,â Y/N commented as she looked at him.
âI have made it known. I ignored her calls, and texts, and even told her myself. She just keeps popping up,â Naoya explained.Â
âI just donât want to be stepping on anybodyâs toes. I would hate to be seen as a man stealer and not the mysterious woman with the nice ass,â Y/N snickers as she remembered one of the headlines in an article she read.
âYouâre not though. I'm as single as can be,â Naoya took a bite from his burger.Â
Y/N nodded at his words while she took one of her fries and snacked on it. She sipped at her milkshake and she noticed Naoya staring at her. Her eyebrows furrowed together in confusion, âWhat? I know, I look good tonight but can I have my face back?â She jokingly asked.Â
Naoya chuckles while leaning forward. His fingers motioned for her to do the same and she did. He brought the pad of his thumb to the corner of her lip wiping away the whipped cream that was on her face. When his thumb touched her skin, he could feel how quickly her skin heated up due to that action. The two of them stared into each otherâs not bothering to lean back from their faces being quite close.Â
âCan I kiss you, Y/N?â Naoya asked.Â
The woman leaned in closer so that their lips were barely touching each other. âI was going to ask you the same thing.âÂ
Naoya chuckled at her statement before indulging in the taste of her lips. He used his elbows to prompt himself up better just so he could deepen the kiss. It felt like they were the only ones in the room as their lips moved in sync with each other as if they kissed before. If their server didnât come back to check on them, the two most likely would have been fully making out.Â
âIâm sorry, I just wanted to make sure you two were okay.â The server couldnât even make eye contact with either of the duo.Â
And Naoya couldnât keep his eyes off of Y/N, but it was her to break the intense stare to respond to their server. âWeâre okay, just got caught in the moment. Right, Naoya?â She flashes that heart-wrenching grin at him and his body felt like it went through a heatwave.Â
âYeah, weâll be okay,â Naoya answered.Â
âOkay, just keep it PG, you two. This is a family restaurant.â The guy smiled at them before going to go check with some other tables.
Both Naoya and Y/N snickered at his comment like two teenagers. Naoya never smiled and laughed as much during a date, hell even during the day (unless he had a joke to upset his father). It caused him to self-reflect on his life all over again. How could one woman bring such an emotion out of him that he felt like he never actually expressed?Â
The couple was soon wrapping up their date and Naoya felt some form of confidence or should he say accomplishment? The date went way better than he expected. He snagged a kiss from Y/N and she havenât stopped smiling since they entered the food spot. He watched as Y/N was talking to the owner about possibly catering an event at the school she worked at. She had Naoyaâs suit jacket tugged around her shoulders so proudly and Naoya could get used to seeing that regularly. Eventually, she shared her farewells with the owner and thanked him for the meal before skipping toward Naoya who was waiting by the door.Â
âYour neighbor did say return you home safely, so youâre ready?â He asked.
âYup,â Y/N says while grabbing a hold of his arm to leave the now safe space that they could share.Â
It took many things to tick Naoya off. He hated when his assistant didnât file his files in alphabetical order. He hated when someone drove recklessly near his nice car. But nothing ticked him off more than paparazzi, he hated the paparazzi. He didnât understand how a person could be so good with a camera and woke up and chose a job to follow people with said cameras. He wasnât sure who tipped off the annoying paparazzi, but as soon as Y/N and himself left the first thing that blinded their view was the bright flashing lights of cameras.Â
He could feel the grip Y/N had on his arm get tighter and Naoya was close to seeing red. Similar to a bull that was getting toyed with as a red flag was dangled in its face, Naoyaâs protective hold only brought her closer as he pushed through the mob of paparazzi. Heâs uttering profanity words and harshly mushing people out of the way. However, he felt Y/N stumble just a bit and his brown-colored eyes snapped to look to see who caused her to stumble back. When Naoya saw one paparazzi trying to apologize, he snapped.
He didnât know what happened in a matter of seconds, but soon he could feel his fist colliding right on the guyâs face. One punch after another until he saw red. Was it his vision or was it the blood coming out of the guyâs nose? Naoya had no clue until he could feel Y/N pleading for him to stop. When he stopped, he glanced around him and the cameras were still flashing. They gave him and Y/N space, but they were eating up the outburst that he just unfolded in front of them. His fist was stained with blood that didnât belong to him and he just fixed his outfit, grabbed Y/Nâs hand, and walked towards the car.
Naoya still had the common courtesy to open her door for her and close it. When he got into the car, he didnât know what to say. A date that was going so well, changed so quickly because of some silly paparazzi. His nerves were getting the best of him and he could tell by how his hands were shaking as he was grasping at the steering wheel.Â
âThank you,â Y/N says as she was looking out the window.
âI should be apologizing for my behavior. I donât deserve a âthank youâ for ruining our date.â Naoya said as he was attempting to return her home as soon as possible due to the embarrassment.
âI donât know why you would feel embarrassed, you defended me,â Y/N says with a smile. âLike the prince in that silly book my students love so much.âÂ
Naoya chuckled at her statement. His skin still felt hot from the anger that clouded his judgment, but her comment caused him to relax in the driverâs seat. The remaining ride to her house was filled with silence. Although, Naoya couldnât tell if it was an uncomfortable silence or not. Even with Y/Nâs comment, he still could feel that something else was bothering her.Â
As he parked in front of her home, he went to get out of the car to open her door. Y/N grabbed a hold of his arm to stop him, âYouâve done enough for me tonight, I think I can open my own door.â She says.
She climbed out of the car and glanced back at him.Â
âI would love to do this again Naoya.âÂ
âReally? Even thoughââÂ
âMinus the paparazzi, of course. But youâre a nice person and I enjoyed seeing this side of you.â
And with that he watched the woman walk towards her apartment complex, once he saw her disappear behind her front doorâhe let out a deep sigh. He couldnât even sit to bask in his thoughts before he could hear his text message notifications going off every second. Each text message was from his father. From ranting about his behavior to Y/N, and so much more.Â
He could feel that this lifestyle he was born in could push the woman away because the side that she saw tonight was always trapped away behind the luxury, glamour, and money.
Naoya Zenin will always be Naoya Zenin.Â
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