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“Hello everyone. I hope you are doing well.”
You downed another mouthful of your favorite candy as your eyes glued to the screen, watching the streamer sneak around the chilling virtual house, cautious for any lurking demons. His bravery and lack of fear were most admirable as you yourself still hadn’t managed to play any games nearly as scary without another party. You’d seen him play with others as well, but he’d mainly gone solo, showing not a hint of hesitation in a horrific situation. Amazing.
You’d been a huge fan of WaterPillar for quite some time now, stalking his online presence since he’d begun his channel as you found his serene personality and unironic sarcasm entertaining. You too played a lot of games but were hesitant to make a persona for it.
“I presume the demon is on the other side of the house by now, so I’m safe. Always keep track of any dangers, as well as your own progress if you’re aiming for efficiency,” he spoke. You snickered at his serious attitude.
You often wondered what he looked like because only his voice was heard, and he had never revealed his face. You bet he was attractive though. His voice was velvety smooth could make one shiver. He’d actually done an asmr stream before after much encouragement to do so by thirsty fans. You were ashamed to admit that you could only get through the first minute or so before it made your stomach flutter to the point of painfulness.
His vocals could melt dry ice, honestly.
You usually vented about such thoughts to Shinobu at the Butterfly Cafe. She’d watched him sometimes too, but it was mostly because she was pretty sure he was a serial killer.
“(Y/n) can’t you just watch porn like everybody else?” she pestered.
“Wa- can you stop making everything sexual?! I just like him alright!” You did think of him in such a light at times… but what sexually frustrated adult wouldn’t?!
“Then why don’t you contact him and see if he’s interested in hanging out?”
You scoffed and dropped the conversation. She just didn’t understand how these things worked. Didn’t she understand how lame that would make you? ‘Hey, I love your videos and you’re my hero, do you want to be best friends and play together?’ You cringed at the thought of voicing such a pathetic and childish request. She just didn’t understand.
You tried to forget about her words during your shift, with everything being too busy to have wandering thoughts. He was just someone to occupy a slow day, a hobby. If anything, he didn’t even exist in your world, being as untouchable as he was. It was best if it stay that way.
Your eyes were still hooked on the register screen as you called out, “Next!”
“Iced black coffee,” came a gentle but gravelly voice. You recognized it immediately and thought you were hearing things, being low on sleep and energy. You laggardly looked up, and your jaw fell open seeing the attractive man in front of you. Tall, dark, and handsome. His thick and fluffed sable hair was thrown into a messy ponytail that pooled down his back and framed his face cryptically. He dawned a casual attire that consisted of a pitch navy sweatshirt and dark gray jeans. The cuffs of the sleeves were bunched around muscular forearms that were lazily draping at his sides so his hands could stuff into his steep pockets. His vivid ocean eyes were so enrapturing that you’d completely forgotten just what the hell you were doing here.
He stood patiently waiting for you to make action, your jaw still hung open. You tried to spill out the words, only to spew utter nonsense.
“Y-y-y uuuuuh w-w-wa mmm-”
The man paid no mind to your babbling and must’ve thought you were trying to get a name for the order as he muttered, “Tomioka,” in the the most rich voice you’d ever heard and the one you’d been memorizing for years.
He pulled a hand from his pocket to give you his card, which you took with an empty mind, relying on pure muscle memory to complete his order. The brunette had to reach over the counter to take it back from you and took his own receipt from the printer, walking off to find a seat.
You shook off the trance and did your best to speed through the rest of the rush-hour orders, getting many of them wrong and having to restart, but you didn’t care. The moment they were done, you called in your break and ran to Kocho.
“He’s here!” you urged.
“Who?”
“Him! WaterPillar!” You frantically pointed at him, and she peered over and made a face.
“Dear, that guy is far too clean to play video games all day.” You threw your hands up.
“I swear! You should’ve heard his voice, it’s definitely him.”
She glanced around, presumably checking to see if her sister, the manager was nearby. Seeing that the coast was clear, she moved in. You ducked behind a booth to listen in on the conversation.
“Excuse me sir, is there anything I can get for you while you wait?”
He didn’t even look up from his phone. “No, thank you.”
“Oh, alright. And what was the name for the order again?”
‘Tomioka.”
“And what did you order?”
“Black coffee.”
“Oh, how funny! You didn’t even want anything added to the brew?”
“No.”
You groaned. He didn’t look up from his screen not once, and his answers were curt at best. You could see Shinobu’s eye twitching as her patience dwindled. She wasn’t going to hold out much longer.
“Would you happen to know anyone by the name of Wa-” You hastily swept over and slapped a hand over her mouth. Finally, he looked up at his visitors and you flashed your customer service smile.
“Shinobu, ha, don’t you think you should leave him be?” You forced through your grinning teeth. You let go of her and she smiled calmly and twitched. “I think I should leave him in the middle of a busy street to be quite honest with you!”
“HA HA HA,” you forcibly laughed and took the feral woman’s hand to pull her away. You bowed your head quickly to the man. “Your order will be out right away, sir. A-a-and I’ll make sure you get some complimentary castellas with it for being so patient!”
He looked back down to his phone. “Mhmm,” he nodded and started typing something. You dragged her into the kitchen and tried not to crucify her.
“What is wrong with you?! You can’t just harass someone for not talking to you.” She crossed her arms and turned away like an angry child. “What kind of freak can’t even engage in a simple conversation? Oh, and I think you’re right by the way. There is only one person in this world who’s that boring.”
You dropped your head back and sighed. At least you were right about that.
“Oh god, what do I do? I can’t just tell him I know, what if he gets upset? He’s suuuuuuper secretive about his personal life,” you cried.
She grabbed you by the shoulders and looked you dead in the eye. “(Y/n) relax. This is what you will do. You will talk to him. Get know him. Befriend him.” You calmed a bit and felt the confidence and reassurance build in your chest. “Then you will seduce him. Make him obsessed with you and break his heart. Maybe his neck as well, but I dare say that’s up to you.” You clicked your tongue and scowled at her. You supposed that what you got for believing she’d wished him anything but suffering.
“I don’t care about dating him Shino!” you put your hands together, lost in a wishful plead, “I just wanna be friends and get boba and play videogames together until we both die of natural causes!” Okay, that was asking a lot of someone who was completely out of your league, but you had dreams damnit! Who wouldn’t want to hangout with their idol?
She frowned at you. “(Y/n) you are one of my greatest friends, so I must tell you that you are being a complete pick-me right now.”
“Shinobu, you are also one of my greatest friends, so I must tell you that I would literally set myself on fire if that’s what it took.” She was less that pleased with this response.
You couldn’t take your eyes off of him for the rest of the wait, which was taking all of but ten agonizing minutes for some reason. Hopefully Shinobu wasn’t trying to sneak back there and poison his brew. You mindless watched him tap at his screen, wondering what he was doing. Was he playing games? Was he texting people? Was he managing his profile? Your head was filled with the endless possibilities, all of which made you more and more anxious to impede on his presence. It was now or never. The moment an order was placed on the counter, you snatched it before Aoi could see to serve it and threw the sweets in a goodie bag. You forced yourself to march over there, setting them in front of him and standing there to wait for acknowledgement.
“Thank you,” he mumbled and took a sip. A bead of sweat ran down your forehead as you saw his throat bob. You licked your dry lips and glanced down just in time to catch a glimpse of his screen. Your mouth spoke before your mind could think to stop it.
“You still play Space Impostor?” He looked up immediately this time. “I haven’t seen you play that in a while… I can’t believe you still have it - I mean there was an update but…” You trailed off as you saw his features fall into an ‘are you kidding me?’ expression that you could almost barely make out with how serene he was. Your stomach dropped as your words fully dawned on you.
“A-and when I say you, I-I really mean everyone, ha - or no one… because no one plays that game… or well, actually some people do I guess…” You folded your hands politely in front of you and rocked in place, not quite sure how you were going to recover from this. You’d spoken to him for less that one second and you already revealed that you knew who he was, figures. You cowered and looked down, still making out his blank but disappointed expression in the corner of your eye.
Tomioka sighed and reached into his back pocket, and you gathered your words ready to apologize for your awkward existence. It was amazing how years in the service industry had barely allowed you any growth in social skills.
“Here.” He held out what you could distinguish as a thick roll of yen, probably enough for several months of rent. You tilted your head, confused as to why he was paying you for making him uncomfortable. He nodded to it. “To keep quiet.” Oh. Hush money. Hush money?!
You urgently shook your head and hands at him. “Nononononono, I wasn’t threatening you or anything!!! I promise!” You cried and his face fell into that of confusion, and maybe a tad bit of surprise. You could’ve been wrong though. It was nearly impossible to read this guy.
You calmed and shrunk, eyes low and glazed. “I’m sorry. I-I shouldn’t’ve said anything… I won’t tell anyone, really.” You wished you hadn’t recognized him at all and saved you both the awkwardness of this interaction, to be honest. He shrugged and tucked the money back into his pocket. Regardless of the frog lodged in your throat, you still recognized that you should take advantage of the opportunity in front of you.
“B-but I was wondering… if you knew anything about the new Silent Woods? You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want -”
“Yeah, it should be coming out soon. Maybe a couple months or so.” His response was brisk and to the point, your breath stalling and eyes blinking rapidly. You took his prompt reply as a hint of his growing annoyance and assumed he wished to wrap this up.
“O-oh, uhm, okay… t-thanks.” You whistled, the air still tense as you hummed. “I’m just gonna… go.” You turned, ready to book it to the kitchen, curl up into ball, and die. Maybe Kanae would have some mercy on you and let you go home a couple minutes early.
“Wait-” he stopped you with a faint call. You almost hadn’t heard with how soft spoken he was.
He held out the drink. “Uh, this isn’t mine…” You squinted at the crème color and hints of caramel that swirled in the liquid, then glanced back at the pickup counter to see his sugarless coffee collecting condensation in the morning sun. Your lungs made a little squeak as your heart shattered. Of course you would mess up everything possible at such a vital moment. “You know what? My shift just ended s-so I’ll get Shinobu to-”
“Please don’t.” He frowned and looked over to the cut out window that peeked into the kitchen where the woman could be seen blending coffee beans and peering in his direction with evil intent. You groaned. “Alright, one moment.”
You nervously waited for another brew to finish and brought it to him with a drag in your step, wanting to just go home so you could cry into your pillow and play some Crossing Animals. You didn’t think you would ever be able to watch his stream again, not with how terribly this whole fiasco had gone.
You set it down in front of him wordlessly, not bothering to look up from your submissive stance and revolving to make for the door again. Kanae would forgive you.
“You’re leaving?” He asked lowly, an emotion edging in his voice that you weren’t sure of. His reactions were one big mystery that required a degree of patience with which you had not attained. Nor did you want to attempt navigation of it at this point. You turned back to him, eyebrows knitted in confusion.
“Yes?” You didn’t understand his interest in the matter. Did he need something?
“Oh,” he grunted. “I thought you said your shift was done.”
“It is… that’s why I’m leaving…”
He blinked. “Okay.” and took a long drawl of his coffee, eyes looking off to the side, like he was expecting something else to happen.
You didn’t know if he was intentionally messing with you and keeping you on edge, but based on his previous interactions with others that you’d seen on his channel, he wasn’t. “D-did you want me to stay?” He would have no reason to.
He gave a blank expression and cleared his throat. If he’d had a watch on, you were sure he would’ve checked it. “Do what you want.”
Okay, so you could kind of get why he annoyed Shinobu so much, but also it was kinda cute how mellowed out he was. He was like a chill cat that pretended to be disinterested when you were giving it attention but sulked when it wasn’t receiving any. You’d also had the feeling that he was just as shy as yourself with these exchanges.
You cautiously pulled out the chair across from him, watching for any sign of discomfort or offense taken on his side. You saw none and took a seat.
“So…,” you started, “what brings you here?” Hopefully he didn’t pick up on the shakiness in your voice. Tomioka shook his cup at you, ice clinking together like shards of glass. “Coffee.”
You blushed and turned away, a part of you purring at his humor that you were so fond of. “I know that! I’ve just never see you here before. Are you visiting or…” Pleasesayit’spermanentpleasesayit’spermanent-
The brunette shook his head and put his device in his pocket, giving you his full attention. You almost chuckled because if he’d done that with Shinobu in the first place, may she wouldn’t want him dead. “No, just moved here. My other address got leaked so I had to leave.”
You hid your joy under a sympathetic apology. 198-1143 Natagumo, Tokyo. You remembered it immediately, your past curiosity having gotten the best of you when others had bragged online about knowing the information. But you didn’t think he’d move entirely! Just amp up his security or something. You felt terrible for playing a small, but dishonorable part in his relocation then, even if it was benefitting you at present.
“It’s fine. That’s what I get for not being careful, I suppose.” The hairs on the back of your neck stood at his implication that you would dare rat him out.
“I won’t tell anyone! I swear! Here - lemme just…” You dug around in your apron pocket for a pen and paper and slapped them on the table to start scribbling. You handed him the slip when you were done.
“Here.” He took it and looked at it. “This is my address, name, and contact information. So if yours ever gets leaked again and it was my fault, you can press charges.” You really hoped it wouldn’t come to that, however. You could vouch for your own secrecy, but the silence of others was something else entirely. He raised his eyebrows and nodded, “Thanks.”
You nodded along with him and assured, “I really won’t tell anyone though!… Except Shinobu, but, like, she already knows.”
“…That doesn’t make me feel safer.”
You groaned. “I’ll make sure she doesn’t murder you, if that’s what you mean. Or I’ll at least make sure she doesn’t get away with it.” He cracked a little smile, lips curling upwards delicately, and you found you wanted to make him smile more.
“So how long have you a fan?” he probed, his smirk not yet disappearing. The question might as well have doomed you both, as you couldn’t’ve hoped to stop the dam of words that spewed from your mouth. You told him everything - from how you religiously watched every video from the start of his channel to buying a shameful amount of his merch. Okay, saying it out loud - you were a little obsessed and arguably insane.
“-and that’s why I asked if you knew anything about the new Silent Woods, because I don’t know - you just make it not so scary and you actually play the game right and… oh my god,” you tucked your face into your hands, heart pounding in mortification, “I’m sorry, I probably sound crazy right now.” God, he was probably fearing more for his life than his security right now, sounding as deranged as you did.
He hummed and gave a little scoff. “Hmmm, kind of. But I’ve seen far worse, so I wouldn’t worry about it.” You looked up to see his undisturbed expression and relaxed a bit. At least he wasn’t worried you’d stalk him.
“Thanks for listening… and trusting that I won’t follow you home and murder you.” He chuckled. “You don’t seem like the type to overstep… at least not in that aspect.” You laughed softly and turned to check the clock. Jesus, had it really been that long? What had felt like a mere few minutes had in actuality been several hours, his beverage long gone and collecting dust. As much as you wanted to stay and hang off every word he spoke, you still needed to get home and feed your cat. And yourself.
“Sheesh, I have to get going. It’s been amazing talking to you though!” You got up, paws clutching at the strap of your purse hanging off your shoulder. “I can’t tell you how happy I am to meet you, and I hope this didn’t, uhm, interfere with you staying here… sorry again.”
He got up after you and stuck his hand out. “No need to apologize. I should be more careful in the future. You smiled and shook his hand, warm and much larger than your own. You couldn’t help the red that dusted your cheeks.
He gave you one final wave as you parted for your cars, his, you noticed, being some common brand of Toyota. You would’ve been surprised if you didn’t know how reserved he was. He was all you thought about as you laid down for the night, tossing and turning in your bed. His voice, His eyes. The way his throat would bob as he took a drink. You felt like you were in high school all over again, butterflies fluttering in your stomach over a crush. But this couldn’t have been a crush. You just truly admired him and all he was.
You jumped when your phone pinged and looked over to see the message that popped up on your screen.
Unknown Number: Hello. Is this (y/n)?
You: Yes?
Unknown Number: Ok good. It’s Giyu
You: Giyu?
Unknown Number: Tomioka
WaterPillar
You slapped you head and wondered how on earth he’d gotten your number. Until you remember that slip you’d given him with your contact information should he need it. Did you mess up already?
You: OMG sorry haha, I forgot to ask for your first name
Is there something wrong?
Giyu: No. just making sure this is your number. I would like to talk some more if that’s okay with you.
You: Of course! I’d love to🤩
Giyu: Great. Good night
You: Good night!
A giddy squeal echoed through your room as you thrashed in bed. Was this really happening? With the WaterPillar? God, if felt like you were dreaming, and if so, you never wanted to wake up. You fell asleep with a smile plastered on your face.
He continued coming in for coffee the next few months, getting the same thing every single time. Iced black coffee. He told you it was because he enjoyed the bitter taste and didn’t like the burning flavor of hot things. When you’d asked if there was anything that was sweet or hot that he actually liked, and he’d said there was but refused to elaborate. You thought he was making some kind of joke, but you weren’t sure.
He’d come in at the tail end of your shift so you two could sit together and talk. You’d confided in him with many things. You loved video games. You worked at the café part time and made most of your money through online tutoring. You lived in a small apartment in the cheap part of town. You owned an orange tabby cat named Sabito. And you also sheepishly gave him the details of your “perfect date” which Shinobu and others had told you was lame as hell and for geeks, but he told you it sounded cool.
He confided in you as well. He also loved video games, despite being forced to do so for a living. When he would tire of it, he’d play one he’d really enjoyed, such as Space Impostor. He lived over in the wealthy part of the city in a penthouse, obviously, and had ventured out here for breakfast because he’d been recommended the place and liked the travel. Animals despised him.
You assured him that your Sabito wouldn’t hate him, and that was the first he went to your house. You actually weren’t quite sure if the tabby would like him or not, as the little guy was pretty serious and not very affectionate, even to you. But by some miracle, they took kindly to each other right off the bat. Sabito was baffled that the brunette wasn’t fawning over him like your other visitors and promptly made it his mission to be noticed by crawling all over him and making a nest of his shoulder. You laughed yourself to tears, and Giyu even cracked a smile himself. After that, you played Oiram Kart until 3 in the morning and let him sleep on your couch.
It was crazy. You hadn’t expected your wish to come true. Giyu was so fun and awesome. He made you have a good time while feeling mature and at peace, which was perfect for your terrible nerves. Unlike the other men you’d talked to, he wasn’t avid about getting his every word in. He was calm and collected, and he enjoyed listening and wanted to hear what you had to say. He said you were funny and liked the energetic way you spoke about things. That observation plagued your mind for several nights. He did that a lot - randomly telling you things he liked about you. Because he liked you. And you liked him. You really liked him.
It didn’t make sense - you’d gotten what you wanted, you were friends and you did some much together. Why wasn’t that enough for you? Why did you want more?
It didn’t help the little comments he would make that nearly convinced you that he returned your affections. He’d say things like ‘I like your smile when you win’ or ‘Your eyes light up when you eat something you really like.’ It felt so intimate for him to draw attention to such little things and notice them, like he was studying you. but you knew he had a tough time reading social cues, so he was probably just being friendly. There was no way he felt the same.
Shinobu again proved to be unhelpful.
“Give him your panties, then maybe he’ll get the hint - probably not though.” You rolled your eyes and scowled at her.
“I thought you hated him. Why the change of heart?”
She looked off in thought. “I’ve always wanted you to sleep with him, but I would also appreciate if you murdered him while you were at it. Like a grasshopper or black widow.” Classic Kocho mentality.
You should be grateful you were friends, you told yourself. Sure, you’d hung out with him for a majority of your days now and he’d even entrusted you with code to get into his house whenever you wanted to ‘drop by and steal stuff’. But that was classic friend stuff! He also let you see his videos early and in person to get your opinion.
Giyu: Did you see my most recent video?
You: yep it was aewsome 😝⭐ u should play that more often, i can tell u like it
Giyu: It wasn’t too long or boring then?
You: not at all
I thought u didnt care ab wat the viewers thought 🤨
Giyu: That was before I knew you were watching.
You slapped the screen onto your face. Why must this man torture you by saying stuff like that? You tried to cry to Shino about it yet again but her patience had already expired.
“Whiny little cowards don’t get to sing me their woes. If you don’t try, you don’t get to cry.”
“What do you mean? What do I do then?”
“Seduce him! Corner him in his house naked or wear something sexy. Maybe if his dick does the talking, you won’t have to.”
“I don’t know if I’m ready for all that yet! I just thought we’d go on a date or something…”
“Ha! and let yourself get even more nervous? No, get this out of the way now, and then you’ll have nothing to stress about in the future since you’ve already seen what his penis looks like.”
Okay, that was a good point. You’d been worrying about that since it’d been a common joke amongst his friends on streams that he was secretly well hung. He never confirmed nor denied the claim and ignored their comments. Even when Shinobu would taunt him about his manhood, he’d always roll his eyes and refuse to acknowledge her. You may have been lacking in the sexual experience department, but you knew enough to gather that his had to have been impressive with his maturity. That and you’d catch occasional glimpses of the bulge in his pants. You were still trying to forget the time you were caught staring, and he’d joked that ‘my eyes are up here.’
You’d seen him giving you a look as well on occasion, but chalked it up to a common occurrence among curious adults. If you’d wear a low cut shirt, his eyes would flicker down on occasion to draw along your cleavage as you spoke. If your pants were tight to your curves, he’d stare longer at your backside as you walked away. You were embarrassed of the fact that you’d enjoyed the attention to your sexuality even if you had no clue as to if he saw you in that light.
But Shinobu was right, you had to try. Nothing crazy - just something to see if he felt the same. So you busted out the big guns. Your perfect date. A gaming date. Gone by Sunbreak. Nighttime. Sexy ice-cream. Royal blue lacy lingerie set with a cropped tank top and booty shorts. Messy hair in a loose bun. The perfect sexy setup for two nerds.
Your palms were sweating like crazy as you rode up in the elevator. You hoped he wouldn’t think you were rude for not ringing in first, but what did he give you that code for if you didn’t use it? Oh god, but what if he wasn’t even ready yet? What if he was cleaning up or showering or something and you invaded his privacy? What if-
The elevator dinged and opened to his flat, clean as it usually was but dark and intimate. He’d usually kept the lights on, but instead the house was drowned in dusk. You gulped.
He must’ve heard you arrive as he walked out leisurely from the kitchen, wearing what you feared he would when you told him to wear pjs. Gray sweatpants. Damn that man, beating you at your own game. It didn’t matter though, you weren’t going to say shit. It was him who was going to make the first move! Even if you wanted to pounce on him like a cougar and eat him up in that moment.
“H-hi!” you managed to croak after a few long seconds of ogling.
“Hi,” he replied softly. You noticed his moment of pause as his eyes swept over your scanty appearance, settling on the curve of your hip where your thong was showing before drawing back up to your eyes, Your eyes which had fallen back down his heavenly appearance of a tight shirt that clung to his built torso and brought out the muscles of his forearms deliciously where the sleeves were bunched up. You couldn’t tear your gaze away from where you saw his manhood hang heavy in fabric, the thick bulge draping down his left pant leg.
“…Are you going to come in?” You shook your head from your trance and held up your plastic bag.
“I-I brought ice-cream!” It would be a miracle if you didn’t cave first.
You took a deep breath as you set the bag down on the floor by his bed, Giyu at the T.V. setting things up. “I have a stream scheduled from 8 to 10 but other than that we’re fine. You said Gone by Daybreak, correct?” You weakly nodded. Three hours should be more than enough. “Y-yeah.”
He sat next to you, a mere foot and half, and you felt the warmth radiate off of him. His cologne smelled a thick musk of sage and moss that made your head feel intoxicated. The man must’ve seen you swaying as he gave you a concerned look.
“Are you alright? You seem nervous.”
You hastily cleared your throat and sat up straight, hoping your plump bosom and revealing panty laces made him just as pent-up as he made you. “Yep, just really excited. For this game,” you responded. He gave a low hum and your lady bits begged for him to do it again.
You really did love playing scary games with him.
You’d freak out and run around the map in an attempt to escape while he’d hold in his laughter and try to get you to calm down and follow him. It was the perfect system. But this time, you followed right at his tail, fixing the generators one after the other, Tomioka giving you a troubled look but continuing on. You both finished this match rather quickly and boringly, and waited for another to start up. You let out a wistful sigh. This would be harder than you’d thought, apparently. Did you not dress slutty enough?
“You sure you’re okay?”
“Never better,” you chirped with fake pep. You had, in fact, been better. You let out another sigh, fiddling with your controller in your lap. Your eyes pick up a hint of moment at your side, and you peer over to see him shifting his position on the floor, releasing his legs from their entanglement to bend at the knee and spreading out. You were met with an eyeful of his thickness again, protruding from the fabric and coiling in his lap like a snake. You didn’t take him for a manspreader, being as kept as he was. Not that you were complaining…
Another match started and stole your attention from his package, but you vowed to see it again someday. As you played on and began to notice his careless gaming strategy, you began to wonder if he, too, would rather be doing other things. His position was laid back and lazy, lap open for your wandering eye and distracting you from the killer that was chasing you. You cursed when you died and threw him a frustrated look for letting you perish. He didn’t even meet your eye as he too was killed. Yeah, he was definitely not interested in doing this either. He tutted and dropped a hand from his controller to his lap, readjusting his bulge, and your breath stilled.
It was his own body, his own clothing that was causing discomfort in his parts that made him fix them for betterment. So why did you feel a twinge of jealousy and irritation at such an action? Why did you deem the touch unfair when your own hands were met with the cold plastic of the controller rather than the burning heat of his flesh?
Your teeth clenched, and you decided to meet his own selfish act with your own. You rose from your crossed legs, turning them to sit under your backside and rolling your shoulders to straighten. The flesh of your ass curved nicely against your calves, and your rack sat heavy on your chest. The position made you look like you praying your heart out. That, or getting a facial. You’d take either at this point.
The beating of your heart thrummed in your ears as you felt Giyu look over, eyes stalling. His brows furrowed as he gazed over you, drinking in your little stunt. Yes, it was straining to be sitting as such, but anything was worth getting him to look at you.
You hardly paid attention to the next round, more focused on the subtle shift of his body. First, it seemed like he was adjusting his clothing again, then possibly stretching, then, as his leg hit your own, you started to reevaluate. You bit your lip and blushed. Was your plan really working? Did he want you now after witnessing how much you put out for him?
You flinched as his skin touched yours, hot and gentle, but gradually eased into it, letting them press together. Just the slight interaction alone made your heart soar.
But he said nothing, made no further move other than the occasion bump of your legs together, rubbing against one another gently and settling in the closeness. The rest of your body felt cold in comparison.
Alright, method two: icecream. Your held in your shaky breath as you fumbled with the wrapper and pulled out the your next weapon of choice, coconut flavored and creamy white. You gingerly suckled on it, making little wet mouth noises as you went and making a show of using your tongue. You didn’t feel all that embarassed about this part yet, it was just a sucker after all. You would have eaten it like that regardless, the only difference being you currently taking it slow, letting him take his time to turn to you and see your actions.
He gawked at you for a long time, mouth opening and closing and prompting you to pluck the thing from your mouth with a wet pop.
“You died,” you pointed out, nodding to the screen. He glanced back to it and bit his lip with a smirk. Your heart was racing, excited and dreading this little game you were playing that wasn’t displayed on the monitor. Nothing he did would get you to come onto him, nothing. He was going to have to do it or you were walking home high and dry.
Giyu poked the inside of cheek with his tongue, as if deciding on something but seemed to give the game his attention regardless.
“It’s kind of hot in here, you mind if I take my shirt off?”
You froze at the sensuality in his voice and failed to ponder the question. He grinned.
“Only if you’re comfortable with it, of course,” he added, a condescending tone.
Your mouth felt dry as you nibbled up the last of the popsicle, and you weakly nodded. “S-sure, ’s your house.” Okay, okay, okay, this was really happening. Stay calm, he was just trying to get a rise out of you.
He took his time dragging the bottom hem over his head and tugging the clothing his rippled arms, revealing a body that you wouldn’t have expected someone of his field to have. Toned abs, thick biceps, and a chiseled chest. He had to go to the gym or something. And right down the center of his stomach, under his naval and peeking over his sweatpants, was a dark trim of hair. You understood why they called it a happy-trails now, as you fought not to squeal your excitement out loud. It should’ve been illegal to look that hot.
Your eyes scoped over his lean muscle, entranced with their movement as different parts strained with his playing.
“Hey,” he interrupted, “you died.” He had what could only be described as an arrogant smirk plastered on his face, mischievous and leering. Waiting for you to break down and beg for him.
“I have to go to the bathroom!” You all but shouted and rose abruptly. His mouth hung open with surprise and he stared in disbelief as you booked it to the restroom. You needed to reevaluate your plan.
The room smelt cleaner in here, not fuming with the fragrance of sexual tension. You could finally breathe. You had no clue how to counter his attack with more force, feeling pressured and helpless. There had to be something that would break his strange vow of abstinence at the momement. You pulled out your phone with intent for another opinion.
You: okay so im at his place and blah blah blah stuff happened and now we’re at a stand-still and he wont say anything but he took his shirt off so what do i do??? I am NOT leading
Mitsuri: OMG 😍 THATS SO CUTE 💕💕💕
Uuuuuuuuuhm mmmmm hmmmm idk🤷♀️ , maybe do the same
Shinobu: Oooo I agree :)
Take the girls out
Mitsuri: YEAH😝
Take the girls out
Shinobu: Take the girls out
Mitsuri: Take the girls out
Shinobu: Take the girls out
You rolled your eyes and put your phone away, jumping in place to hype yourself up. Okay, you were doing this. He did it first, so you doing the same would be no different, right? Oh god, but then he would see practically all of your tits with the thin lace material… oh fuck it.
You tore the tank of your torso, completely revealing your deep blue lingerie bikini top that you’d picked out specifically for him. You took one final deep breath and braced yourself as you opened the door.
He glance back lazily, then did a quick double take when he saw what you were wearing, or, more specifically, what you weren’t wearing. You nearly whimpered under his perverse gaze and swiftly defended yourself, praying he didn’t see the redness of your face under the blue lighting of the room.
“Y-you were right, it is kinda… hot in here… must be that summer weather… haha.” It was autumn.
You cowered at the look on his face, thinking that this may be the first you’ve seen him look that angry and frustrated. Like you’d stepped out of line. A heartbroken apology was at the tip of your tongue when he rose up and went to the console to shut it off, shrouding the room in the glow of the LED lights. He sighed agitated and turned to face you completely. Your teary eyes drifted down to his obvious issue and flew open. The pitched tent in his pants looked massive, being forced down only by the strong material of the clothing. It looked painful, you realized with a wince and kind of felt bad. But your tummy did backflips and your silly confidence skyrocketed knowing you’d gotten him that turned on. You turned away and whistled, trying to play it cool.
“So… you wanna play crash brothers?”
You aw his teeth clench and he shook his head. “I can’t believe you.”
You showed a look of genuine confusion and Giyu dragged his hands over his face until they settled partially folded over his mouth.
“Listen,” he said calmly, but there was annoyance in his voice, “you and I both have better things we could be doing right now, so I’m going to set a few things straight.” He let his hands drop to his sides and sighed, abs tensing.
“The first is that I’m not stupid. I can take a hint.” He hissed and walked over to the lightswitch.
“The second is that I remember everything you tell me, and one of those things is that this is the exact setup for your ‘perfect date’.“ He turned the lights down to a dim shade, a deep azure that made his eyes look rich and predatory.
“The third is that you want me.” You gasped as he ambled over to you, drawing dangerously close to your vulnerable form.
“The fourth is that we have an hour left thanks to your stupid little game.” He confirmed with a glimpse over his shoulder and took your quavering hand into his and set his other on your waist.
“And the fifth is that I want you.” He brought your hand up to his lips, kissing your fingertips and looking deep into your (e/c) eyes. You made little noise that sounded like both a whimper and a moan in your throat. He smiled against your digits.
“You understand?” You swallowed your excess saliva and rapidly nodded your head, your blush increasing tenfold. He stepped away from you, and your flesh mourned the loss of his. “Take your shorts off if you understand.” You bit your lip and did as you were told, tugging them down your lush thighs to pool at your ankles so you could coyly step out of them. You were reduced down to your bare panties now, frilled and revealing. His eyes lingered on the ample pooling of your chest and the creaminess of your thighs, licking his lips. The color did look quite appetizing on you.
“I had actually assumed you’d wanted a regular date when you set this up. Until I saw you were wearing…,” he leaned into your neck, breath hot and whispering, “this.” You shivered and whined, rubbing against his erection that was poking at the sensitive part of your stomach.
“D-do you like it?” you cried in a cracked voice. You felt his lips pressed against a pregnable patch of your throat.
“Love it,” he corrected. Your cheeks hurt from smiling so hard and you nearly giggled like a little girl.
“I’d like to see you without it, though,” he growled as he plucked at the strap of your bra to fall down your arm. Giyu pulled back and smiled fondly at you, finally leaning into your face to love on you, your skin tingling and eyes shutting as he captured your plush lips into his. His mouth was mellow and cozy, mashing against your own perfectly and fitting like that of a puzzle piece. His tongue didn’t need to ask for entrance as your own eagerly met him in the middle and gave it attention. You’d waited this long, and you were long past taking it slow.
His hands make quick work of your top, unclipping the back and draping it off your arms. You moaned into his mouth as your breasts smushed against his hot chest and your knees felt weak. He swiftly supported your weight with his strong arms wrapping around your midriff and keeping you merged to him. You could feel his thew against your flesh and it made you feel safe.
He drifted down to your underwear and your lips parted with a wet smack, a thread of moisture tied between your tongues and breaking down your chin. He dropped down to press more kisses from your cheek all the way to your neck, his tongue then joining the embrace to suck and mark your flesh. You mewled his name at the sensation of his lips drawing at your skin and grasped a handful of his ponytail.
“You should’ve done this sooner. We could’ve been together ages ago,” he grunted lowly and dropped the last of your clothing to the floor. You tucked his hair back and wrapped your arms around his shoulders for purchase as he suckled at you breasts. “I-I wasn’t sure if you felt the same… I didn’t know if you even wanted me…. like that.”
He looked up at you with a predacious glare. “I’ve wanted you since the moment I met you. You’re perfect.” You flushed and turned away. He chuckled. “I didn’t know you’d be this quick though. If it’d taken longer for you to want me, I would’ve waited.” He wrapped his hands under your ass and lifted you up, your legs naturally coiling around his waist for purchase. You took advantage of it and forced your lips onto his. You whispered into his mouth. “I’ve always wanted you.” He softened. “Then let’s not wait any longer.”
Giyu carried you over to the bed, setting you down gently and standing at the edge, letting his erection sit on your mound. He towered over you like a ravenous beast and you squirmed. He took one of your breasts into his palm and fondled it while his other roamed your body, squeezing at your plump flesh. He paid extra attention to the curve of your waist, the swell of your hips, and the little pudge in your belly where your womb lie. You bit your thumb and whimpered.
“You have protection?” he asked offhandedly, like it wouldn’t matter either way.
“Y-yeah,” you responded, “I’m on birth control.” His eyes hooded over and he pet your thigh. “Of course you are,” he purred. You didn’t think he’d ever let you live down planning his seduction like this.
Both calloused hands dripped down your figure, settling on your hips to lift and squeeze. He gave you a lustful gaze before falling to his knees, his face dangerously close to your sex. You tried to close your legs but he pried them back open before you could succeed.
“Giyu… I don’t know if we’ll have time for… that,” you murmured as if someone would hear you. He glanced over his shoulder again to the time displayed on his flat screen. “We have forty-seven more minutes. I can get you off with my mouth in six.” A wave of arousal coursed through you at his confidence.
Giyu turned his head to nibble on your inner thighs, leaving little red mark in his wake and inching closer and closer to your leaking core. A needy sigh left your lips as his cheek brushed against your labia, then again as he turned to the other leg. Of course this would be the moment he wouldn’t be straight forward with you. Your back arched off the mattress with his teasing.
“Giyu~,” you whined with desperation laced in your high voice. He rewarded your call with a kiss to your dewy center, his tongue peeking out to swipe along your slit. You cried out and trembled, thighs quaking. He did it again, this time swirling his appendage around your aching bundle of nerves and capturing it between his lips. He growled into your pussy and the vibration sent echoes through your body like an earthquake.
“This - you - are the only sweet thing I knew I’d actually enjoy,” he breathed out between licks. You gave a small cry and he gave his head a shake, tongue lavishing your folds and dipping eagerly into your walls for more honey. He would alternate between the two, sucking and nibbling at your clit or slurping up your entrance. It felt so good. Amazing. Your fingers pulled at and made a mess of his dark hair, wanting him to eat you out until nothing was left. Thick thighs wrapped around his head and clit nursed into his unwavering mouth, you came with a broken sob, body unprepared for such an extent of pleasure. He ate you through it, groaning at the sudden spurt of your juices into his mouth. As you came down, he rose from his meal and licked up what he could from the glaze around his mouth. You tittered and moaned softly at his sloppy appearance. Your focus dizzily shifted over to the clock and you scoffed and raised a shaky hand to press against his lips.
“That was eight minutes,” you teased. He sneered and grabbed your wrist, kissing your digits.
“Sorry, you tasted too good not to savor for a bit longer.” You keened at his flirtation and felt your walls throb again, despite having just climaxed. You attempted to get up on your suddenly feeble arms, aiming to try for his own pleasure, “Do you want me to-”
“No,” he interrupted, “not enough time. Plus, I’ve already seen what your capable of with that popsicle, so let’s call it even.” Another humiliating moment that he would no doubt bring up in the future.
You gulped as he pulled down his trousers, eyes flying open as his cock smacked against his stomach and hung above you. Jesus, it was bigger than you had even thought, thick and curved. His sharp abdominals and dark thatch of pubic hair trailed right down to it, giving the image of the ideal man, one that could please you and sate you and fuck you until you dumb and full. Quiet guys really did pack the most.
“Yikes… how do you handle that thing?” you muttered nervously under your hand that hid your gaping mouth. He shrugged. “You’ll see.” Your insides clenched with anticipation. He slid himself past your lips a few times, gathering slick and catching against your tender bead, making you shake and whimper. Your hole dilated every time he teased past it torturously. Finally he reeled back, deeming himself wet enough and pressed to your entrance. Giyu winced as he felt how tight you were, tense and fidgety. He brushed the top of your thigh with the back of his hand. “Relax,” he muttered. You gulped and took a breath, settling back down on the mattress and shutting your eyes to calm yourself. You had maybe a little more than 30 minutes left and couldn’t afford to waste anymore time. He, of course, could’ve just joined the game a bit late, but you both enjoyed the thrill of having to rush.
Your teeth clenched as he pushed in, your walls already attempting to suck him in and push him out. His thumb wound gently around your clit to help with the discomfort, and the added wettening eased his penetration ever so slightly. God, you were full. More full than you can ever remember and he wasn’t even all the way in yet. His cock throbbed inside you harshly like it was already trying to abuse your sweet spots already and you squeaked. His pelvis met yours and you both groaned. He gave you a moment to adapt to his size, grinding his hips into yours to churn your insides and your eyes rolled back at the mind-blowing stretch of it. You started grinding back into him as the pain dulled into a slight burn and he took that as his cue to start thrusting some of his inches into you. Startled cries escaped you with the first few until the discomfort melted into pure ecstasy that traveled through every bone in your body. Your juices gushed onto his lap with every plunge and you could feel the fat head of his cock slam against your cervix, pounding you stupid. Oh god, your high was already building again.
Giyu looked so pretty above you, hair sticking to his face and swaying with every thrust into your sopping center. His muscles tensed nicely as he moved and only grew more taut as his pace grew stronger. You writhed in the sheets, pulling and pushing at them to ground yourself somehow through this heavenly torture. A stream of drool threatened the corner of your mouth and you whined.
He pulled your legs up from where they were clinging to his hips, grabbing them by the ankle and pulling up to raise your body. The change in position for his length to drag against the spongy tissue of your g-spot forced you into your second orgasm, your cunt spasming and coming on his cock so hard your vision blurred. You let out a dazed scream and tears spilled from eyes. Coming through penetration alone was never something you’d thought you’d attain. But when he was coercing your delicate insides as thoroughly as he was, you supposed you didn’t really have a choice.
The man gave a few more avid thrusts before slipping out of you to kick off the rest of his pants, then bottoming out back inside you abruptly. More tears poured down your face from the overstimulation and you shook like a leaf.
“Gi-yu,” you whimpered pathetically, “please, i-it’s too much… I can’t…” You were so sensitive that you could feel every vein and ridge in his cock, and it felt so good it hurt. He shushed you quietly and pressed a kiss to your ankle. You could see the sweet calmness in his eyes that hid his greed.
“Shhh, just a bit longer. You can handle this, I know you can. Just relax,” he soothed. You threw your head back and let out another pogged wail, saliva pooling down the side of you mouth. Giyu sucked his cheeks and spit where you met, rubbing sloppy circles over your twitching clit that had you floundering. The stimulation, the touch, it was all too much to handle in your neurotic state. You felt him swell thicker yet in your belly and you came yet again with a silent cry, body shaking as your juices drenched his pelvis and milked his cock. He hissed at your vice clutch on his member and finally spilled into you with a few more passionate thrusts, emptying his balls into your belly and filling you with his warmth. You mewled weakly as you were pumped full, eyes unfocused and mouth puckered into a small o with the creamy goodness that was breeding you. You felt a mess - with nested hair, a sweaty everything, and a body unmoving save for the twitch of your leg.
Giyu panted above you, dropping onto your body and draping over you, heavy and large. Despite it taking your breath away, you were fond of the embrace. He pressed sweet kisses all over your features and got off of you after a minute or so, attempting to pull out of your spent pussy. You stopped him with a leg wrapped around his hip.
“W-wait, d-dont - hah- just… give me a minute,” you breathed. He grunted and looked over at the time. He didn’t have a minute. He’d already run past several and could see his screen lighting up with notifications. But he obliged and pulled onto him, letting you sit on his softening cock while he moved about to set things up. Then a thought occurred to him.
“I have an idea,” he mumbled, more to himself than you who was already dozing off and limp. He threw a towel on his desk chair and set down on it, lifting your arms up to hang around his shoulders slackly. You stirred from your exhaustion at the realization that you were trapped on top of him with your legs tucked through the arms of the chair, back pressed into his desk, and his cock still stuck inside of you. He nudged your head back onto his shoulder with his cheek as he put on his headset.
“I’m going to need you to not be fussy and keep quiet, alright?” He rubbed warm circles over your back as he spoke into your ear. You had already gathered his intention already and murmured your compliance drearily, drowsy on his heated body already and drunk on the scent of his musk. He feathered a kiss to your cheek gingerly.
“Get comfortable because we’ll be stuck here for two hours. No breaks.”
You responded by nuzzling into his neck and sighing.
He spoke softly on the stream, voice making you drift off more and more as time went on. You could hear his usual team of fellow streamers speak in his headset, giving him his usual hazing of satire.
“Ha! W.P. couldn’t get some poon if it showed up at his doorstep. Dude’s got no game.”
“You guys are totally fuckin’ wrong. He’s definitely got a little shrimp dick.”
“Nah, he’s go no bitches cuz he’s got the personality of an ornament.”
He gave a little chuckle at their tormenting and silently kissed down your shoulder. You tried not to moan as his dick hardened and throbbed inside you once more.
This might be harder than you thought…
By the end of the gaming session, drool was pooling out your mouth, pussy twitching sporadically around his hard member. You panted softly, waiting for him to wrap things up and end your agony. It may have been your fault just a tad bit for getting yourself so worked up by clenching around him like that, trying to ease your hunger. By the time he had said his goodbyes, you were already bouncing in his lap, cum splashing around you. He stood up briskly, picking you up with him and splaying onto the bed so he could crawl over you.
He shoved into you roughly and you yelped.
“I thought you were tired,” he snickered and you bit your lip.
You trilled your hips into his and he sighed. You were in for a long night. But at least now you had him to share it with.
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