** The reader in this story will be referred to as they and body parts will be described in gender neutral terms. Awase Yosetsu will be referred to as male and body parts will be referred to in the male terms.
Another day done with work and you were heading home. You had managed to avoid her all day, but unfortunately she knew your route home and had stationed herself at the corner near your place, obviously waiting for you.
You saw her from a distance and froze in place.
“Noooo, please, why can’t you take no for an answer. I’m not interested in you.”
You hung your head and slowly took a step forward.
“Y/N!” she called as you got closer.
You flinched when you heard her voice. She just wouldn’t stop hounding you for a date and it was really getting on your nerves.
“Have you been avoiding me?” she asked playfully but with a bit of indignation in her voice as she crossed her arms across her chest.
You shook your head. Yes, you had been avoiding her, but you certainly weren’t going to tell her that.
“You’re just going home, right? Can I come over? I’ll make us dinner,” she said brightly.
“I… I’d just like to have a quiet night to myself,” you said softly.
“Surely you don’t mean that?” she asked with a disbelieving chuckle, “you know you want me to be there. Come on. Let’s go, which one is your apartment?”
“Please,” you said softly when she grabbed your arm, “I’m tired. I just want to sleep when I get home.”
“Oh? well, that can be arranged too,” she replied cheekily, “it’s no secret that I fancy you, Y/N, you’re a very attractive guy.”
You cringed. There it was. No matter how often you asked her to refer to you as ‘they’ she constantly misgender you, completely ignoring your requested pronoun or conveniently claiming that she had ‘forgotten’.
“Please,” you sighed, “please don’t call me a guy. I’ve told you so many times that I want to be called—,”
“You don’t mean it,” she interjected rudely, “and what’s wrong with me complimenting you, I find you attractive, shouldn’t you be grateful that I feel this way about you?”
“No. They shouldn’t,” a firm voice said from your right and you stopped and looked to see who your savior was.
There was your long time friend and confidant, Yosetsu Awase.
“And who do you think you are?” the obnoxious lady asked him.
“A very good friend of Y/N’s,” he replied her, giving her a very firm stare, “and a hero. So if you don’t remove your hand from Y/N’s arm I’m going to take action.”
She let go of you immediately and gave him a bitter look.
“I was taking Y/N home to look after him…” she stated.
“No. You were harassing them,” Yosetsu said, “so if you don’t leave now, I’m going to forcefully remove you.”
Embarrassed, she made a loud ‘hmph’ noise and turned, storming off unhappily down the road.
“Bitch. I’ll punch her next time I see her,” Yousetsu growled angrily.
“Thank you for coming to my rescue,” you said with a relieved sigh, “I was so worried I’d be stuck with her.”
“You need to stand up for yourself, Y/N. Speak your mind, otherwise these assholes are going to walk all over you,” he said with his fists on his hips.
You looked down at the ground and sighed.
“I’m not a loud person…”
“Well… I can be when needed so maybe we should stick together,” he said with a wink.
You quickly looked away and tugged on your fringe. You had had a crush on Yosetsu for a while now but had never told him. You also found it really hot when he let his mouth loose… especially when it was for your sake. You looked vanilla on the surface, but you had a little thing for the dirty talking and foul mouthed types. There was just something about their crass style that got you heated.
“Yeah,” you replied softly but he didn’t hear you as he turned to the apartment block.
“I saw her down here harassing you so came down,” he said back to you over his shoulder.
“Thank you,” you said softly as you followed him into the building.
You and Yousetsu lived across the hall from one another. Which was kinda good at times. But it also meant that he was within reach and some nights you wished you had the guts to just go over there and tell him how you felt but you always backed down.
“Ok. Here you are,” he said, stopping outside your door, “have a good night, Y/N.”
He turned to his door and let himself back in, leaving you standing in the hallway.
You watched him go then entered your apartment but his voice kept repeating in your brain. ‘You need to stand up for yourself more…speak your mind…’
“He’s right. I do. I need to speak my mind. I need to say what I need to say when I need to say it.”
You put your bag down on the floor and stared down at your shoes.
“I need to change. And I need to tell Yosetsu I’m into him. I’m gonna start with that first.”
Suddenly filled with determination, you turned around and walked straight back out of your apartment and across to his front door and knocked loudly… a little more loudly than you had been expecting to and you immediately shrunk back.
“Oops, that was loud!”
Yosetsu answered the door quickly and you apologized hurriedly.
“I’m sorry, that was so loud, I didn’t mean to knock so loud,” you said, bowing a little.
“It’s fine,” he laughed, “what’s up?”
“Umm… I… well, I… I need…”
“Come in,” he invited, stepping back, “Wait? Did that bitch follow you? I’ll knock her teeth out.”
“No… no, she didn’t,” you said quickly.
“Ok, good. Come in anyway.”
You quickly stepped into his place and waited for him to pass you.
“So what’s up?” he asked.
“Uh… Yosetsu?” you said softly, looking down at your hands and balling them up to boost your confidence, “I’ve been thinking about what you said…”
“What did I say again?” he asked with a chuckle, “I can’t even remember my fucking hero name most of the time.”
“About me standing up for myself and speaking my mind,” you said.
“Oh. Yeah. You do,” he replied with a grin.
“Well, I think I need to speak my mind… right now,” you added, raising your head and giving him a strong look.
“Good for you! Say it now,” he replied, sitting down on the lounge and leaning back with one arm out across the top of the backing as he looked at you.
“Ok. well, I’m going to just come out and just say it. I think you’re hot. I have a crush on you and I like dirty talking…” Your words kinda just all fell out without your permission and you heard your voice say it but it didn’t compute that you had actually said it out loud until after you had stopped talking.
Yosetsu’s eyes widened and he stared at you and you immediately dropped your head and stared at your feet.
“Oh fudge, I just said that out loud. Time to leave.”
“Ok, I’m going,” you mumbled and turned around.
“Hey, wait, you can’t just say that and then run?” he said, jumping up and grabbing your arm to stop you from going.
“I’m sorry. That was too forward.”
“I don’t think it was. I have a question though. How did you know that I’m gay?”
“You are?” you asked with surprise, looking at him, “I didn’t know… I just said what I feel. I didn’t even consider your orientation because I did think I had a chance… but I needed to get it off my chest.”
“Well I am gay and I’ve had a thing for you too… for a long time. The dirty talking is a surprise though, but I’m into it,” he admitted with a smirk.
Your whole body ached for a split second as you tried not to pass out on the spot.
“How about you stay here a little longer?” he asked with a lopsided suggestive smirk, “we could explore that dirty talking you mentioned.”
“I… I don’t want to be a bother?” you said in a quiet voice, letting him lead you back to the lounge.
“Nah. No bother. Not with a body like that,” he said in a low voice, his eyes falling slowly down your torso and you sucked a breath in and held it as you sat down.
“Quick question though, I respect that you’re enby. Does that extend to names of.” He gestured between his legs. “Parts?”
“Uh… yeah. If you could avoid gendering it that would be awesome. Call it ‘fun’ ‘pleasure’ or something like that… that would be really nice.”
“Got it,” he said with a nod, “I like how you’re speaking your mind. I may like to fuck around with words but I’ll always respect your boundaries.”
“I really appreciate that,” you said with a soft look on your face.
“I appreciate you,” he said with a smirk as he dropped down beside you on the lounge.
Next minute you were kissing, and not just light pecking, it was a full on make out session and you grabbed for his shirt and helped lift it up and off.
“Fuck, Y/N,” he breathed out as your hands gently roamed his chest and down his abdominal muscles, “keep touching me like that and you’re gonna be sore tomorrow.”
“What if I want that?” you asked in a very quiet voice.
“Oh? Bold now? Where would you like me to put my cock? It’s aching to plug your pretty fucking mouth or your perfect ass, the choice is yours…”
“Is asking for both too much?” you whispered, tilting your head back as he pushed you back onto the lounge and bit into the side of your neck.
“I like someone who is game enough to want both,” he rasped, biting up under your ear and pushing his hips down against yours.
Your whole body was over sensitive now, keenly aware of everywhere he was touching you as he helped you take your clothes off and you tugged his pants down.
Soon you were both naked on the lounge, bodies rocking and arching together as you kept your legs around his back while he writhed between your thighs, rocking his cock against your sexual ache.
“Does it feel good?” he breathed out, his lips pulling from yours.
“Yeah,” you whispered, eyes glazed over as you held onto him around the back of his neck.
“Can I put your pleasure in my mouth for a bit before I force you to suck on my dick?” he asked with a lopsided sneer
You nodded and unhooked your legs from his back, allowing him to slide down so that his head was between your thighs.
His mouth felt so warm and his tongue knew exactly where to roll and flick as he worked your sensitive spot, understanding what to do to make you feel good and you moaned softly to let him know what he was doing to you… felt amazing.
The ache increased inside you and you felt that climax getting closer.
“If you’re trying to get be to the finish line then you can keep going, but if not, you’d better stop,” you moaned out, placing a hand on his wrist.
“I’ll stop then,” he panted, wiping the saliva from his mouth then sitting up and crawling back up your body.
You supported his thick thighs as he crawled up and straddled your head, looking down at you with that confident smirk on his face.
“I’m gonna have you begging for more,” he said lowly, caressing your chin and rubbing his thumb back and forth over your bottom lip then in between your lips, searching for the sensation of your tongue against his finger.
You understood what he wanted and poked your tongue out a little, tenderly licking at the tip of his thumb and he pulled a face that screamed ‘fuck yeah’.
“Suck my thumb like you’re gonna suck my cock, Y/N, show me your dirty side.”
You gave him a seductive look from half lidded eyes and his breathing hitched. He had only ever known you as quiet Y/N so this side was drawing on his dominance.
Eagerly, you craned your head forward, taking the entirety of his thumb in your mouth and sucking on it gently, letting your tongue rub on the underside before rolling up to the tip of his finger and flicking over it.
“Now do that to my dick,” he growled, pulling his thumb free and tapping your cheek to get you to open wide so he could slide his cock into your mouth.
Your eyes rolled back as his warm, rigid shaft filled your wet cavern. He tasted so clean that you easily took him deep and his balls pushed against your chin as he bottomed out in your throat.
“Yes, suck my cock while I fuck your throat,” he moaned deeply, “you like it when I’ve pinned you down and impaled you with my cock, huh? Powerless to the pleasure.”
He pulled back a bit then leaned over your head and pushed back in, sinking his pelvic bone to your nose and you hummed into your throat, gagging a little as your muscles stretched to accommodate him.
“Holy fucking hell,” he growled, gritting his teeth as he drew back and pushed forwards again, “shit, this mouth is made for me.”
Back and forth his hips rocked as he enjoyed the sensations from your mouth.
After pleasuring himself for a few minutes he then pulled out and directed you to roll over.
Sucking on a finger, he then inserted it into your ass slowly and you let out a moan of anticipation as he dragged it in and out of your hole then pulled it out and pushed his cock slowly in instead. It was coated with your saliva from the month fucking mere seconds ago and entered you easily, spiking a pleasured sensation within you.
As he slowly ploughed into you, raking at your hips and whispering dirty things in your ear, your body went to another place.
You felt like you had been pushed into another dimension, looking down at yourself being fucked by Yosetsu. The look on your face said it all and then the next second you were cumming hard, body shaking and throat releasing some guttural cries of delight.
Yosetsu wasn’t too far behind you and quickly pulled out then came on your ass.
“Wait,” you panted, looking down to see the potential mess that you had made on his couch but to your surprise there was nothing there, “what happened?” you mumbled to yourself, eyes searching for the signs of release.
You then looked back just in time to see Yosetsu licking his palm clean.
“Did… did you just?!” you gasped.
“Yeah. I caught it in hand,” he replied, “wanted to taste you.”
“Oh?” You said softly, “didn’t know you liked that?”
“Guess we both learned stuff tonight then,” he replied with a smirk.
You smiled. “Yeah.”
~ END ~