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Fuuko jolts upright, gasping for breath. It rattles harshly in her throat. Blindly pawing for the glass of water on the nightstand beside her, she brings a shaky hand to rake through the bangs sticking to her forehead.

The room is dark. While her eyes haven’t adjusted yet, nothing seems amiss.

So what the heck just woke her up like that?

She could’ve sworn she heard a scream, but... ah, no, it was probably just that dumb dream again. She’s been having it more and more lately. 

Stupid, stupid brain.

A stroke of unluck so powerful it actually kills him...

That’s her goal, right? To give him that? Because she does owe him that. After everything he’s done for her, heck, she owes him that and then some. Like maybe a really fancy dinner first or something. 

She’ll figure out the details later.

Anyway, back to the him dying part—what happens when she actually, y’know… does it? When one day she kills him like any other, but this time his sundered body just kinda… stays sundered. Stays still. Quiet. Like a corpse should.

No goofy grin. No spew of viscera. No rocketing up her shirt or into the stratosphere or whatever wacky idea he’s got.

Just nothing. Leaving her with no one to ever touch without fear again.

It’s a selfish concern, she knows, but that doesn’t make it go away. In fact, she can’t seem to get it out of her stupid little walnut brain— hence the nightmares.

Gulping down her water, she chokes and spews it all over the bed when her door crashes open, tearing off its hinges.

“Can I help you?!” she cries, coughing and absolutely bewildered as Andy comes barreling into her room. His head is on a swivel, rapidly scouring the place high and low. Under the bed. The closet. Behind the door. “Hey, hellooo! Excuse you?!”

“Me?” Andy questions with a scoffing laugh as he straightens out, hands on his naked hips. He wears just a pair of black cotton briefs hugging him tightly— practically modest for him. “You’re the one in here screaming your head off in the middle of the night. I thought some serious shit was going down. What’s the deal, kid?”

“I— screaming?” Fuuko asks, brows furrowing. Okay, so maybe that wasn’t just in her head. “A-Are you sure?”

Andy raises a brow. “Am I sure I heard you screaming from the room right next to mine? Yeah. Yeah, I’m pretty damn sure. If anyone knows the sound of your screams by now, it’s me, alright?”

Fuuko purses her lips, squinting at him with a grumble under her breath, “You make it sound so sexual...”

“Hey, I’m just sayin’ the truth. Wasn’t like that.” He wears that wolfish grin of his. Stepping up to the edge of her bed, he plants a foot on it and leans in close. “Why, did y’want it to be?”

“I-I–” Fuuko’s cheeks ignite with a flash of heat as she shoves his face away the best she can, using a pillow to avoid touching him directly. “That’s not what I was saying!”

Andy doesn’t drop that stupid smile, completely unfettered by what she thought was some pretty expert deflection. “Yeah, alright,” he says, agreeable enough. “How about now?”

“Andy…” she murmurs, trying to tamp down her own amusement. Incorrigible, this man.

“Relax, I’m just messin’ with ya,” he chuckles. Folding his arms over his chest, he gives her an inquisitive nod. “Ya good for real though, kid? Not gonna lie, waking up to ya screaming like that…” he trails off with a whistle, shaking his head. “Can’t say I’m a fan.” 

“Yeah, I… I’m fine. It was just a bad dream, I’m sure,” she assures, swallowing down her lingering nerves and plastering on a nice, believable smile. “That was sweet of you to check on me. Thanks, Andy. I’m sorry I woke you up like that.”

“Pft, you know I’m not gonna let anything happen to ya.” He waves it off like it’s nothing. Like it’s just an annoying little fruit fly. Like repeatedly vowing to be there for her as long as he’s alive is just about the most casual proclamation ever. He leans in again, eyeing her with scrutiny. “Whatcha dreamin’ about anyway that’s got ya so worked up, hm? Helluva shriek y’let out there, banshee girl.”

“Oh, I-I don’t know…” she lies, gripping at her sheets in an attempt to hide her still trembling fingers. “I don’t remember.”

“Hm,” he hums, studying her just a moment longer before clicking his tongue. “Welp, that’s bullshit, but alright. Come on.” He cocks his head toward the door, gesturing for her to follow. “Let’s go.”

“Huh?! Go… ? Go where? Andy, it’s the middle of the night.”

“Yeah, no kiddin'. We’re goin' to sleep, you little weirdo, unless y’had somethin' else in mind…?”

“But I-I’m…” she trails off, looking around the room and bed she’s already in, completely bemused. “Andy, I’m in bed already…?”

“Exactly, and your bed is microscopic. Ain’t no way I’m fittin’ in there,” he says matter-of-factly, making his way across the room. “We’re movin’ to mine.” 

“What are you— we? What are you talking about ‘we’? Andy, you’re not making any sense tonight—”

“Aren’t I?” He briskly turns to face her. “What kinda scummy guy do y’think I am? I come in here to find you all scared shitless over somethin’ so bad you’re literally shakin’, but you won’t even tell me why. And now I’m supposed to just, what? Leave ya all alone to deal with it yourself? To hell with that. Let’s go.”

“I-I…” Fuuko blinks at him, still registering what he’s saying. This kind of brash thoughtfulness from him is tough to digest. “Andy… I-I’m fine, really, I—”

“Nah, I don’t think so.” He cuts her off, stomping over to grab her by the wrist using the sheet.

“What are you–ack!” She goes fumbling off the bed as he yanks her to follow.

“C’mon, we’re goin’ to bed. You get another bad dream? Bet your ass I’m gonna be there to fuck it up.”

Fuuko considers arguing for a hot second, but no, no, that’ll never work. Not when he’s like this. Perhaps if she were to just lie down and quietly roll under her bed like a burrito and hide, he’d sorta forget what they were doing and—

“And don’t even think about crawlin’ under your bed,” he calls back over his shoulder before shooting her a crazed look, smiling way too wide. “I’ll destroy it, and you’ll be stuck sleepin’ with me every night, kid.”

Oh no, the horror. Please, sir. Please don’t make it so she never feels alone at night again. That would be just awful.

Okay, Fuuko really needs to get her inner sarcasm in check.

“I wasn’t gonna!” she flusters, stumbling over her own feet as she rights herself, following him out before he does anything reckless. “W-Well, wait,” she realizes, looking down at herself in a panic as soon as she gets out into the well-lit hallway. “I-I should put on some different pajamas.”

Andy pauses at his own bedroom threshold just down the hall and gives her an impatient look of confusion. “The hell are you talkin’ about? You’re already in pajamas. Quit stallin’ and get in here.”

“Well yeah, but…” she plucks at her thin, cotton tank top, glancing further down at the tiny pair of shorts she never intended for him to see her in. “These are so small. There’s no way we won’t accidentally touch and—”

“Would y’have some damn faith in me?” he scoffs, disappearing into his room. “I can wear clothes too, y’know.”

“Pft…” Padding after him begrudgingly, she mutters under her breath, “I’ve not seen evidence of this…”

When she enters his room, he’s at the dresser, pulling on a pair of black joggers, then a shirt over his head. It’s also black, a long sleeve, form-fitting, cotton t-shirt with a high collar bunched around his neck. The sleeves have thumb holes so they can’t ride up.

Frankly, she’s both shocked and impressed. She had no idea he even owned clothes at this point.

“I have never seen you wear that in my life,” she says, dumbfounded and perhaps shamelessly admiring how the shirt hugs him very nicely. Just a little ogling. It’s fine.

He smiles cheekily as he pulls on some socks. “Makes sense. I haven’t.”

“But you’ve had it all this time?”

“Nah. Just for a little. Got it for special occasions.”

Fuuko’s face scrunches, a bit taken aback by that. She looks around his room there in the dead of night. It hardly feels like an occasion, let alone a special one. “Then why the heck are you putting it on now?”

He splits into a grin, looking her up and down before offering her a casual shrug. “I dunno, got this cute girl in my room that needs some serious cuddling tonight. Feels like a pretty damn good occasion to me.”

“Andy…” she murmurs, realizing that this is… an outfit he prepared ahead of time. For her specifically. Something to have on hand just to sleep beside her—should the occasion arise.

No, that’s… that’s too thoughtful… right?

It’s not as if Andy doesn’t do thoughtful things, like rescue her danger-prone butt constantly, but those are usually reactionary things to keep her alive. This is different.

“Are you going to be okay?” Fuuko asks, a smile quirking at her lips. “I know you’re not used to so much clothing. I don't want it to be torture for you.”

“Think I’ll manage,” he chuckles, pulling on a pair of thin cotton gloves. Now he’s really covered, neck to toe. “There,” he says, arms out like he’s presenting himself to her. “Whaddaya think?”

If she were to answer honestly right now, she would probably go to hell. 

Degenerate.

“I think…” she trails off with a choked laugh, shaking her head. “I think you’re incredible, Andy. I-I can’t believe you had all this ready. It’s so sweet of you.” That makes his smile stretch even more.

“Get in bed.” He pats the king sized bed. “And I’ll show you incredible.”

Leave it to him to make it like that. “Oh my God, Andy!”

“What?!” he balks. “My bed is incredible, look at it!”

“Is that really all you were talking about!?”

He grins in an instant. “Heh, of course it was. Why, what did you have in mind?”

“Sleep!” she attests quickly—maybe a little too quickly—flopping onto his bed like a dumb fish out of water.

“Here, snagged your hat,” he says, tossing it at her. “Put that on. I wanna be able to tuck your head under my chin and all that cutesy shit.”

She takes the hat, thumbing at it with growing suspicion. “Hey …” she murmurs, looking up at him with a narrow-eyed look. “Is this all just part of your plan to make me fall for you?”

“Why,” he raises a brow, “is it working?”

“Andy!” she yells, whipping the hat at his face. He catches it in his mouth with a hat-eating grin. “Stop doing that! That’s not—y’know what! No. I’m not—I-I’m going back to my room!”

“Oh ho ho no, you’re not,” he laughs manically, snatching her up from behind and pretty much suplexing her into the bed. She’s shocked it doesn’t break beneath them. 

In the skirmish to follow, with many laughing shrieks, Fuuko is quickly subdued on her back, pinned beneath his body weight with his hands securing her wrists beside her head. He straddles her without any effort at all—the jerk —and looks down at her with glinting eyes and that obnoxiously smug face of his.

“Are you trying to seduce me or kill me?!” she wheezes, squirming uselessly beneath him.

“C’mon Fuuko,” he chuckles with a tilt of his head. “Y’really think I planned on ya screamin’ me awake tonight just so I could try and bone ya?”

So lewd.

“W-well I don’t know!” she blusters, face heating up red hot. “You’ve got your outfit all planned and everything! A-And you’re very clever sometimes!” It pains her to admit right now.

“Mm, that’s true,” he murmurs. His voice seems to grow even deeper as he leans in closer. “Well hey, since everything fell into place like this, maybe we should just do it. Y’don’t got plans, do ya?”

Fuuko’s breath quickens. Her eyes dart across his face in search of… something —she doesn’t even know what. When she can’t find it, she swallows thickly. Her voice comes out soft and airy. “Andy, I-I can’t tell if you’re just messing with me anymore...”

“Heh…” he laughs—a low rumble—letting his eyes close and his head hang as he takes a deep breath. When he opens them again, he offers her a cocked smile and a shrug. “Well, shit, guess that makes two of us.”

She swallows, like what she’s about to say is shameful. So much so that she must choke it back first. “I-I’m not… actually ready… f-for that…”

“Hm, that’s fine,” he hums, seemingly not put off the least bit. “I can be gentle though y’know, if that’s what’s got y’worried. I’d be real good to ya. Take it slow.”

She shakes her head, puffing out a disgruntled noise from her throat. “I-I don’t mean that . I-I mean…” she swallows again, wishing she had that water still. All her words feel so thick and gummed up in her throat.

Andy’s smile slowly dissipates in favor of something thoughtful. Something waiting and patient. 

“I’m just not ready to lose you,” she blurts in a rush, immediately turning her red face to the side. She stares at Andy’s wrist because it’s a heck of a lot better than his face. His wrist can’t look judgey or betrayed if it tried. It’s a good wrist. “I’m sorry,” she offers in consolation, her voice small.

“Y’got a lotta confidence for a virgin.” His tenor is deep and playful as ever. “Ya really think you’re gonna fuck me to death?” he asks with a lopsided smirk. 

Okay, now he’s messing with her.

“You know what I mean,” she grumbles, cheeks burning. “If we… y’know… and then you get my unluck. It could be the one that really… really …” her face sours and she bites her lip in an attempt to hold herself together. “…I know it’s what you want, b-but I can’t give it to you. Not yet, anyway.” 

Clenching her eyes shut, Fuuko vows to never open them again. That means she’ll never need to see the disappointment on his face, therefore it doesn’t really exist, because logic has no place here.

This is a good plan that will definitely work.

“Hey,” he says. “Look at me.”

She looks.

Dang it. 

She doesn’t even care though because this is not the face she was expecting to be met with. He has no reason—no right—to be looking at her so adoringly. With such a stupidly charming smile. 

He lets go of her wrists. Takes a gloved hand to the fringe of her bangs and pushes them out of her enormous eyeballs, all buggy and gawking up at him. Shrugging a bit, he murmurs, “Maybe I don’t wanna die just yet either. Maybe I just wanna give ya a really good night. Maybe I got a rubber and some ideas on how we can make it work without skin touching.”

“Are… a-are you serious?” she chokes out, her stomach doing what feels like a wicked sick kickflip— oh god, Andy’s definitely rubbing off on her too much. The point is, it’s butterfly city in there. “So was this, like… y-your plan all along?”

He snorts, “Nah, but damn it if you didn’t keep bringing it up, so…” he watches her face intently as he shifts a bit. Brings his leg over to plant his knee firmly between hers. Sinks his weight down until the top of this thigh presses and oh—

Oh no, that’s incredible.

Her breath hitches in her throat as she stares up at him slack-jawed and speechless, brows knitting tightly.

“So, whaddaya say?” he holds her gaze. Keeps his voice low. “I’ve got a whole lot more than a ‘speck of romance’ I wanna give ya… if y’wanna have it.”

“O-Oh,” is all she manages to get out as he sinks even lower, applying even more of that sweet pressure she so badly wants to push back on.

“So, do ya?”

He does it again, and her hips respond this time by bucking into him all on their own. She lets out a gasp, shocked by both herself and at how good it actually feels. “I-I… Do I?” she stutters out, trying to remember what he was saying.

“Do y’want it, sweetheart?” He punctuates it with the gentlest little nudge. Just enough to make her eyelids flutter.

She nods quickly, swallowing hard, unable to take her eyes off him.

“Fuuko… ” he murmurs with a wolfish, growing smirk. His voice is playful in its chastising.

She hums in a daze, “Hm?” 

“I need to hear you say it.”

Pft. Suddenly so concerned with verbal consent…

He just wants to make her talk because he knows she probably can’t right now—not well anyway. That’s part of the fun for him. She doesn’t even care at that point though, he can have his fun if it’s going to feel this good for her.

“I—yes. A-Andy, yes, I want it,” she breathes, her fingers finding his forearms and latching around their thickness. “So much. I-I really want you. I… I want you to be my first.”

Oh, now that puts a satisfied look on his face. A groaning rumble in his throat. “God damn, I wanna kiss y’so hard right now,” he murmurs, eyes trained on her lips parting with a heavy breath. 

“Maybe someday,” Fuuko breathes, fixated on his lips as well. Imagining them on top of hers. What it must feel like to have his tongue slip inside. All without fear of the destruction to follow. In a world where they can rid themselves of these abilities.

“Yeah,” he agrees with a chuckle, eyes flitting over her. “Maybe.”

“Andy, don’t laugh…” Fuuko whines. “I really do want that.”

“I’m not laughing,” he laughs. 

Even through the heat blooming in her face, she manages to shoot him a look.

“Alright,” he admits, still smiling, albeit a little softer. “So maybe I was laughing, but not at you, and not at that.”

“Oh, right,” she chuffs, turning her red face away from him, “because there are so many other funny things going on right now.” Why yes, she is referring to the otherwise uneventful space of his largely empty room.

“It’s a little funny, yeah,” he says, pulling at her chin to make her look at him again. “Even with all the unluck I’ve had ya lay on me and shit, I…” he trails off, his eyes heavy-lidded and traipsing along her body fitting so snugly beneath his. He’s wearing that roguish grin of his, bottom lip bit between his teeth. With a sigh, he just shakes his head. “I don’t know, lookin’ at ya like this, I still feel pretty damn lucky, Fuuko.”

“Andy…” she mumbles, her face flushing hot.

His grin stretches. “Hey,” he says with a tilt of his head, looking down at her with heavy, silvery lashes that catch little glints of moonlight. “Y’know how I always protect ya? Always take care of ya?”

She nods, her eyes searching his as she responds with a hesitant hum, unsure of where she’s going with this. “Mhm.”

“Well…” he brings a hand to gently thumb over the apple of her cheek. “This ain’t any different. So y’don’t gotta be nervous about a thing. I’m gonna take good care of ya, got it?”

“I–um…” she swallows down the words catching in her throat, unable to get any of them out. It’s not that she doesn’t want to tell him yes, she’s just having difficulty processing how soft he’s being with her right now.

Pushing himself against her with a slow roll of his hips, he makes her feel his hard-on through their clothes, against the junction of her hip. “Got it?” he murmurs, looking at her earnestly like he needs to know that she understands this.

Letting out a shaky breath, she responds in a whisper, “I know, Andy. I-I know. It’s just, you already do s-so much for me, and—”

“And you’ll let me do just a little more,” he interrupts with another lazy grind, eyes on hers. A breath catches in her throat, eyes fluttering with the shock of pleasure. “You’ll be good and let me take care of ya just a little bit more, yeah?”

Gosh, he’s convincing.

He feels far too good to deny, and it’s not as if she hasn’t thought about this a bajillion times. She nods quickly, her mouth falling open with a hot breath. “Y-Yeah. Okay. Just… j-just, you have to be careful, Andy, you can’t touch my s-skin— ah! ” she chokes off as his hand glides up under her shirt, over her breast, palming it and pulling at her nipple just right.

“Mm,” he hums, moving his face so close to her ear that she can feel his breath across the shell of it. “I know what I’m doin’, believe it or not. ‘M gonna need ya to stop worryin’ so much and just let me handle this.”

She wants to tell him it’s only natural for her to worry. That it’s more than reasonable. That she doesn’t want to end her first time by immediately dodging a hailstorm of fire as some sorry excuse for aftercare. She wants to say all of this—but that doesn’t happen.

Andy’s suddenly pushing himself off her with a cheeky grin, resituating himself to sit behind her, upright against the headboard. Fuuko lets out a startled gasp as he all but manhandles her to slot snugly between his splayed legs, her back flush against his chest.

“What’re you—”  his hand is cupping her sex now, giving it these soft, massaging squeezes that make words about as hard as he is. “Andy!” she trills, breathless. 

Hey, her vocabulary may be shot, but at least she remembers his name.

“That sounds nice,” he murmurs, slowly pulling his fingers up and over her mound, letting the middle sink in between her lips as much as her thin panties and cotton shorts will allow. “That name y’gave me. My name. Why don’t y’say it again for me? Think I’d like that.”

Her legs shake, straining just to stay open. The intensity of how foreign and good it feels makes her body want to act irrationally and snap her thighs shut, especially when he presses down. Oh god. She doesn’t really want that though—for him to stop. 

Not even close.

But she is. Oh, she is really close, and that’s so embarrassing because he’s hardly touched her, but she can’t help it.

“A-Andy…” she whimpers in compliance, her fingers clenching and unclenching at his pants.

“Mm, god that sounds so good,” he praises, his thumbs hooking into the top hem of her shorts. “Let’s see about gettin’ these off, sweetheart. Lift your butt for me?”

Oh, so this is actually happening. 

After all these years of thinking she’d never get to experience so many things, there is now a gorgeous, charming man asking to undress her and she’s really not normal about it.

Fuuko.exe has stopped working.

Her legs are shaky and she barely manages to lift herself up, but as soon as she does he deftly tugs the shorts off and tosses them aside. 

“There ya go,” he murmurs, rubbing over her again with one less layer between them. 

She can feel the difference though. Her panties are a very soft, very thin cotton, and they allow him to press in between her lips with ease. Just his middle finger, still gloved, pulling gentle trails up her slit and settling soft little circles over her clit.

It makes her melt against him. Makes the breath fall out of her in hitching puffs and her legs threaten to snap shut. He must sense this because other hand moves to cup her knee to hold her open.

The world feels so small like this. With her nestled between his splayed legs, his hand between hers as he works to make her forget all their troubles, if only for a moment.

“Andy,” she breathes his name with notes of sweet astonishment, tossing her head back against his shoulder.

“Mm, good girl. Gettin’ nice and relaxed for me,” he rumbles his approval low in his throat. 

His fingers take to curling around the fabric of her panties, gathering it and gently tugging it up to wedge between her lips. It bundles tight against her clit. She gasps, which further encourages him to do these short little jerks, watching her mouth fall slack and the breath leave her in sharp waves. “You’re doin’ so damn good, Fuuko, sweetheart. How’s this feel?”

Stupidly good. Why does that feel so good? As if she doesn’t know the answer—because he’s doing it.

“Y- Yes,” she answers nonsensically. It splits a hungry smile across his face to see her so fucked stupid before they’ve even fucked.

Andy’s massive hand that had been keeping her legs open moves to her face. He sweeps her bangs aside and  presses his palm flush to her forehead, pulling her head back against his shoulder to keep her there. 

He glances down, pupils blowing wide with her face so close to his. He can see and hear her every reaction like this. 

“There y’go…” he murmurs, enamored with the way her chest heaves and her body jolts every time he tugs at her panties. The heady flush of her face. How her breath is little more than a chorus of whimpers and panting at this point. 

Pulling hard one last time and holding it there with a little shake, Andy’s mouth falls slack at watching her hips buck against the underwear bunched thin and pulled taut tightly cradling her clit. “Shit… ” he breathes. “Yeah. Just like that, keep goin’, Fuuko.”

“Andy… f-feels so good. I-Is this weird?” she asks with a whine, her hips full on humping at nothing besides the underwear straining against her, her body desperately seeking relief. 

This is… not exactly what she imagined sex to be like. Right now Fuuko thinks she must look like a horny little air-humping chihuahua, but honestly it just feels too good for her to stop.  

“Oh, so weird…” he murmurs breathlessly like this is the best thing he could ever hope for. His voice a deep rasp by her ear, and it raises the hair on her arms like brail.

Then he does the unthinkable to that ear—he blows in it.

And Long and low. Gentle, yet so very foreign that it makes her whole body quiver violently and cry out a broken, sweet noise that pinches off with a squeak. Her body tries to curl in on itself but he holds her firmly against his shoulder by the forehead still. Instead, her fingers just twist desperately at his pants long after he’s done blowing.

“Shhh shh shh,” he comforts, still tugging the underwear in tiny little bursts.

“A-Andy,” she stutters his name out in shock, trying so hard to gather her breath. “Wh-what was that ?”

“Why, did y’like it?” he asks with a deep amusement rumbling in his chest.

Letting out her most wanton moan yet, she grinds against the pressure of her panties with a word vaguely resembling ‘yes’ falling from her lips. Somewhere in the back of her mind, Fuuko recognizes that Andy’s hard-on is pressing obstinately into the small of her back. Even in her haze of pleasure, she’s pretty sure he’s subtly rutting himself against her.

“Mm, yeah, I could tell,” he murmurs, suddenly letting go.

She doesn’t have time to lament the loss. He’s instantly plucking the panties from between her lips and smoothing them back out with a tender rub. 

His fingers are on her. Two of them, pressing down between her folds. One and then the other in a rhythm that makes her legs clench shut with a shocked trill.

“Aha nah, none of that, sweetheart,” he whispers with a low chuckle, sending the hand that’s wedged between her legs to glide up her inner thigh, coaxing her to spread back open. “Ya gotta be careful because here’s what’s gonna happen next. I’m gonna take my glove off—”

“What? Andy no—”

“Hey, listen to me.” His command isn’t stern, but it’s got that ridiculous confidence of his that always makes her shut up and trust him. “I’m gonna take it off. Just on this one hand, my right hand. Got it?”

“But why? It’s safer if you—”

“What do y’mean why?” he chuffs like she’s just so absurd to wonder why he’d want to risk them getting crushed into smithereens by some sort of unruly, sexy times meteorite. 

Yes, how dare she. 

“It ain’t rocket science. I really wanna feel your pussy through just your panties,” his voice dips low with that shameless, matter-of-fact admission, and it stirs up something wicked in Fuuko’s core.

It makes her whine. It’s embarrassing. She doesn’t mean to, it just kinda leaks out of her at the sound of him saying that so close to her ear that she can feel his breath like an aftershock of when he blew in it. 

He seems to take her reaction as encouragement.

“I wanna get in there and feel how hot y’are. Slip down between your lips, see how wet you’re gettin’ for me. Just wanna get as close to touchin’ ya as I possibly can, sweetheart. Don’t that sound nice?” The whole time he’s speaking, he rubs slow, coaxing circles into her that make her feel like a steadily unraveling spool of thread.

God, he’s making her so crazy. At this point she’s desperately panting, gasping for breath.

“Oh, ya really like when I talk to you like this, huh?” Andy realizes aloud with a massively satisfied grin. “Look at ya, you’re really gettin’ flustered. Fuuko likes dirty talk—noted.”

“W-well sorry, Its just—I’m n-not used to—I-I don’t—“

“Relax, it’s cute. I knew you’d be sensitive, but damn…” he breathes. “Just makes me wanna touch y’even more, y’know…” He smiles, she can hear it in his voice. Oh, he is just loving this. “And I really, really wanna get ya off with my fingers. That means y’can’t clench though, because if y’do, your thighs’ll touch my hand. So y’gotta be good for me and stay spread, alright?” He lovingly pets over her clit in a slow, torturous rhythm.

“Andy, I-I don’t think…” she swallows hard, trying to keep her fluttering eyes open. “I really d-don’t know i-if I c—”

“Fuuko, sweetheart…” he whispers quietly in her ear and it’s like a hot drip of oil down her spine. “I know you can do this.” He stops touching her to pull the glove off with his teeth, tossing it aside unceremoniously.

As always, he really has too much faith in her. “A-Andy I—”

“Stay spread,” he reminds evenly, and his hand returns to her without warning. The groaning curse it pulls out of him has Fuuko’s abdomen coiling tight. “Fuck… oh, damn, you are so wet for me,” he breathes in disbelief. “Am I makin’ y’feel good then? Ya haven't told me what y’want, so I’m just makin’ guesses.”

Pretty darn good guesses. Verging on clairvoyant…

“G-Good, yes,” she manages to get out. “J-Just want you, Andy”

“God, you’re such a sweet thing… y’know I’ve been wonderin’ somethin’...”

“Hm?”

“Here, slight change of plans,” Andy grunts, shifting out from behind her. She finds herself manhandled yet again, Andy stuffing pillows behind her and pushing her to lay back. Before she knows it, his face is down between her legs, that ungloved thumb back to feeling at her with soft little strokes catching on her swollen clit. Pressing on it experimentally. “Been wonderin’ if ya taste as sweet as I think y’are.”

“Wh- what?!” she squeaks, straining to keep her legs from closing around him, in absolute horror that his face is so close to there for that.

“Oh c’mon, I think you’ll like it. Just through your panties.”

“Andy, no way, i-it’s too dangerous.”

“Nah, it’ll be fine, I got this. C’mon, I really wanna do all the things for ya, sweetheart. Just let me use my mouth on ya for a bit and if y’really don’t like it, I’ll stop.” When she doesn’t form an immediate argument because words hard, he leans in and noses into her wet, clothed slit, all the way up until he’s nudging at her sensitive nub and pausing to inhale deeply. “Fuuko…” he groans, breathing in again, nosing in deeper. “Ya really are so damn sweet.”

She floods with heat, from her face to her core. Looking down at Andy between her legs like that, the tip of his nose buried between her folds with nothing but the thinnest cotton barrier between them… The heady, fluttering expression on his face when he breathes her in… It looks like he’s drowning in her and it’s the best death she’s offered him yet.

God, this man is going to ruin her. Maybe he already has.

“Need ya to do something for me, sweetheart,” Andy murmurs earnestly, his voice filled with a desirous gravel as he nuzzles against her, making her hips pitch erratically. “Need ya to bring your hands down here.”

“Um… o-okay.” Her fingers tremble slightly as she slides them down to rest on her lower belly like an offering to him. Her heart feels like it’s in her throat, nervous as all heck over what he needs them for.

“Perfect,” he says, slipping his gloved thumb beneath the side-hem of her soak panties. He presses the pad of it into her labia and stretches it aside. “I need ya to do this for me. On both sides. Spread yourself and hold it just like that.”

Oh sure, just spread and hold herself open right in front of his face. Easy peasy.

Um, yeah. She promptly begins sputtering like a dope. Were it possible for her face to get any hotter, the skin would literally flake off her cheeks and float off as cinders. “Wh-what?!” Her voice cracks, jumping up to an impressive octave. “No, A-Andy I can’t—“

“Nah, wrong answer, try again.” He has the nerve to look up at her with a smile, his tongue playing with the point of his canine, and she knows in an instant there’s no getting out of this. “C’mon, Fuuko. Y’trust me, don’t ya?”

Yes. Of course she does.

She swallows the whine in her throat, and shakily reaches down into her underwear. She meets his gaze with an uncertain bowing of her brows.

“That’s my girl,” he softens with encouragement, watching as her small fingertips find purchase in the softness of her lips. Slowly, she peels them apart, her heart swelling at the praise.

Andy breathes out at the sight, carefully hooking a finger into her panties and stretching them to the side to get a good look at her. “God damn… the things I wish I could do for you…” he murmurs to himself before smoothing the panties back over her. 

Nothing could have prepared her for what came next.

Andy’s mouth, hot and skilled, suddenly engulfs her mound. He’s huge compared to her. It’s risky, how he tests the edges of her panties, his lips right up against them. His gloved hand loops down beneath her thigh to come up and press atop the lower flat of her stomach. He holds her down, a forceful encouragement for her not to move.

Good thing, too. Her hips want to urge into his face so badly .

“Mmph,” his tongue presses against her with a muffled groan. He finesses it between her clothed lips and slowly works up them until he hits the underside of her clit. 

When he finds it, he knows. 

As it turns out, Fuuko is—much to her own horror— very vocal. 

She’s not so great with her words, sure, but Andy’s name and a plethora of unintelligible noises pour out of her just fine. Above all else, her body is stupidly honest.

“Mm, did I find a good spot?” He lets up just to tease before lowering back down to press a sloppy, suckling kiss into her. It makes her hips jump, but he holds her down easily, muffling an amused noise against her. “Just say the word if y’want me to stop, alright?”

“Please don’t,” she pleads, her fingers getting antsy and readjusting her grip on herself. She wishes she could rake them through his hair and hold him against her until she finally chases down the feeling he’s been building, yet keeping just out of reach.

He must notice her effort. “You’re doin’ so good, y’know, keepin’ yourself spread for me. It lets me do this so much better…” Andy tilts his head to the side and laves at her. “You taste…” he trails off against her, pausing to envelop her with his mouth again, tonguing over her hole to get all he can of the hints of her essence seeping through. 

Lifting off her with a groan, he murmurs, “ Fuck… you taste so damn good, sweetheart. I wish I could eat y’out for real, y’got no clue. I could make this so much better for ya…”

“Andy—A-Andy,” Fuuko stutters out, rushing to assure him, “it feels so good, just like this—you’re s-so, so good to me. This is so m-much, more than enough.” 

The thought of him questioning this at all is criminal in her mind. 

Looking up at her from between her legs, he gives her this adoring look, complete with a growing smirk. “C'mon, you’re my girl,” he says with a soft wink, “‘m always gonna wanna give y’more.”

So he does.

His head dips down. Finding her clit again is easy by now. It’s so swollen it’s outline actually protrudes through her slicked panties, especially when he pulls them up, stretching them taut against her.

Dragging his tongue over that aching nub makes Fuuko’s entire body tighten up with a gasp. Her head tosses back, fingers shakily pressed into her skin, legs trembling violently, barely managing to stay open.

“A- Andy,” she whimpers like there’s something wrong.

“Hm?” he hums, tongue still pressed to her as his eyes tip up to meet hers, which are all glassy and desperate.

“Help,” she whispers, brows knitting tightly. “Please. M-My legs, Andy. I-I can’t. I want to be good, b-but—“

Without a word, without even taking his mouth from her, Andy takes his hand from her belly and blindly reaches over to where he’d tossed off his glove earlier. He paws around, still eating her out, before finally finding it.

“Alright,” he breathes out, looking excited for what’s to come as he pulls the glove on and resituates himself between her legs. “Y’want help keepin’ your legs open, sweetheart?”

She nods, legs shaking uncontrollably now, so relieved that he’s taking over.

“Y’did so good, go ahead n’ take your hands back now,” he directs, pressing his own massive hands to the underside of each of her thighs. Suddenly he’s shoving them back against her chest, folding her in such a way that it pushes her puffy, wet pussy front and center before him like an actual meal.

She only gets a glimpse of his eager face before it dips down.

“Ah! ” she trills, her hands not quite knowing what to do with themselves. They just rake into her own hair as she melts under the impossible heat of his huge mouth devouring her.

He’s shameless in all the amused, hungry noises he eagerly fills her up with. His fingertips sink into the softness of her thighs as he squeezes her even tighter, pushes her back more to spread her even further. His tongue prods mercilessly between her lips, dragging the sweetest friction across her clit over and over again.

She can’t take much more of this.

Her body tenses up like a coil of wire being pulled taut, and he seems to know what’s coming before she even does. Without hesitation he sloppily mouths at her with a coaxing groan. 

Enclosing his lips firmly around her clit, he sucks.

“Andy!” Fuuko cries out, her eyes shocking wide. She comes instantly. Her hands shoot out to grab onto his shoulders, fingertips digging into the hard muscle there.

Sucking and sucking at her ever so sweetly, he moans his encouragement into her, not letting up. Not even as her body tries to buck against him, and her gasping cries become more and more disjointed.

She’s not overstimulated. Not yet. He knows she’s got more in her. She’s been so damn pent up that this is just her riding it out and oh, he intends to give her the ride of her life. 

The hungry, desperate noises vibrating against her pussy just feed her further. Urge her to keep going. She’s crying by the time her body starts twitching.

“T-Too much,” she whispers. “A-Andy, t-too too much.”

He knows. He’s already stopped, leaving his tongue pressed against her for just a moment before slowly pulling back. “Fucking hell…” he murmurs, breathless. “Oh, y’did so good, sweetheart. I could feel your damn pulse through your clit…” Awestruck and pupil-blown, he pulls her panties aside to bear witness to the dripping mess that she is.

She whines his name like it’s some desperate plea, and she doesn’t even know what for. She just wants him. He immediately responds with his full attention, climbing up to prop himself atop her. 

“That feel nice?” he whispers with a smirk, wiping at his face with his forearm and taking in the panting, flushed disaster that she is. “I know y’were worried about it.”

“Nice,” she repeats breathlessly. “Yeah. Yeah, Andy, that… th-that felt n-nice—so amazing.”

“Sick,” he murmurs with a lopsided smile. “That’s what I was goin’ for.”

“You’re…” she trails off, still catching her breath.

He takes some guesses. “Charming as hell? Amazing in bed?”

While both are true, not what she is going for.

“Still hard,” she clarifies, feeling him very obstinate against her.

He laughs out loud, “Yeah, that’ll happen. You drove me fucking insane with all your little noises and shit. Got me so turned on, sweetheart. Goddamn.”

“Oh…” she breathes, not quite sure what to say to that. “Did… you want to… um…”

A knowing smirk stretches across his face. He leans close so his breath does that stupid thing to her ear she likes so much. “You askin’ me to keep goin’? I could give ya the real deal.”

“Only if… i-if you want,” she whispers, eyes unfocused, feeling like she’s still descending from another plane of existence.

He pulls back to look at her with a raised brow. “Oh, I want . But tonight’s about you. If you’re tappin’ out, that’s totally fine, sweetheart. We can clean up and get straight to cuddlin’. I don’t mind at all, but…” he allows himself to settle against her, his straining cock pressed against her now hypersensitive core. “If y’want more, I got plenty more for ya.”

Enamored, she stares at him, slowly nodding. “Yes, o-okay,” she murmurs, adding on belatedly, “please.”

Based on that beaming face of his, he loves this answer. “Alright, just give me a sec.” Reaching over to the nightstand, he pulls the drawer open, feels around, and pulls out a small, foil square.

Fuukomay be a virgin, but she at least knows this is a condom. She watches him keenly, having never seen anyone put one on before.

Andy straightens back up onto his knees, resting back on the balls of his feet as he tears the packet open with his teeth. Yanking his pants down, they catch on his length at first. When he finally springs out, Fuuko’s jaw almost drops.

She has seen Andy naked many times. Like, she really thought she knew what was coming. 

But no. She was not at all prepared for the sight that greets her between his legs. 

Andy’s penis is huge and hard and did it always have so many veins?! She’s heard of the whole grow-er vs. show-er thing, but looking at Andy now, having seen him soft before and thinking he was pretty big, she now realizes he’s very much both. 

With a swallow, Fuuko watches as he grabs himself, thick fingers wrapping around the base of his shaft to keep steady as he rolls the condom over his tip.

“Don’t worry,” Andy murmurs, making her eyes snap up to his. They’re on her intently, and she realizes with a renewed flush of her face that he’s just been watching her gawk at his freaking thing. “I can see the way you’re lookin’ at it. I ain’t gonna break ya, promise.”

“I-I didn’t… I mean, I-I’m not—”

“Hey, relax, it’s fine,” he laughs, rolling the condom down to the base before pulling his pants back up. “I know I ain’t small. I know you are. I’m gonna be good to ya, so just trust me, okay?”

Somehow he always knows just how to ease her little lizard brain.

“O-Okay,” she whispers shakily.

Taking a moment to secure everything in place, Andy tightens the drawstring of his pants around his waist, making sure his shirt is tucked in. Unbuttoning the crotch seam of his pants, he pulls himself out through the narrow opening.

The only visible bare skin on him at this point is his face. 

This is it. This is really it.

“You sure you’re ready?” he asks, leaning down to settle atop her again. His length slides along her wet, messy mound, spreading her lips to hug around him.

It’s not exactly sexy imagery, but Fuuko can’t help but think of a hotdog in a bun.

“What’s goin’ in that pretty head of yours?” Andy asks with a tilt of his head.

She decides not to mention the hotdog thing.

“Andy,” she whimpers, still somewhat in shock that this is actually happening. Their faces are so close as her eyes flit across his.

His voice is a low rumble that wraps her up. A sound of safety. “What’s up, sweetheart?”

“I-I’m nervous,” she admits with a thick swallow.

“I know.” He takes a moment to brush her bangs back. “But I got ya. Just like I always do.”

“Will it hurt?”

“Maybe a little,” he says honestly. “Just at first, but then it’s gonna feel so good. I’ll make sure of it.”

“Mmk… and it’ll… you’ll…” she breaks off with a huff, embarrassed to even be asking this, “you’re sure you’ll definitely fit?” 

“Oh, Fuuko…” he murmurs, voice dipping even lower. He slides along her, adjusting himself to prod at her entrance just slightly, “It’ll be the perfect fit. You’ll see.”

“Okay,” she breathes out heavily with nod.

“That’s good, there y’go, breathe nice and deep for me… eyes on me.” And when she does, he lines himself up and pushes in.

Not far, just barely past the tip, but Andy really is big and Fuuko is really small, and it’s enough to make her eyes shoot wide and her body tense up.

“Shhh shh shh,” he coaxes. “I got ya, I got ya. I’m not goin’ any deeper yet, okay?”

She nods, wetting her lips as she tries to formulate a thought. “It’s j-just really tight,” she whispers.

Andy lets out a breath of a laugh. “You’re tellin’ me…”

“I’m sorry.”

“Why? You feel fucking amazing. I could take you just like this, honestly. Just the tip, and you’d still have me bustin’ in no time.”

Fuuko’s face flashes with heat. “R-Really?”

“Oh, yeah,” he laughs. “Don’t believe me? We could find out.”

She looks up at him, enamored into speechlessness, and he takes it as his cue to move. He pulls out just a bit and pushes back in. Just slow, shallow thrusts, groaning openly at how good she feels around his sensitive tip.

“Fuck… fuck… oh, that’s good, right there. Feels so good squeezin’ into ya like this…” he breathes, letting his eyes flutter shut and his head tip back. “Tight… t-tight… Fuuko…”

She can’t take her eyes off him. That blissed out face he’s making, his lewd commentary on every little thing that feels good, the sensation of him breaching her over and over… it ignites every nerve encircling her entrance, but more than anything, it hollows out this aching pit deep inside her. Makes her feel empty and wanting.

Needing.

“Andy—A-Andy…” she whispers, her hands finding his hips and pulling slightly at him. “Please, more? Can you give m-me more?”

Cracking his eyes open, he tips his head to meet her gaze. “Sweetheart, I’d give ya anything y’ask for. Are ya sure?”

“Y-yes,” she whines. “Please, I—” she rubs at the lower flat of her belly, looking up at him with pleading eyes. “I need you.”

“Shit…yeah, alright… I’ll go a little deeper,” he says as he slowly pushes in, watching her intently. Her mouth falls ajar with a heavy breath.

“So damn beautiful…” he murmurs, halting for her to adjust before pushing in even more. Nice and slow. Measured, for now. Until he knows she can handle more.

“Andy… that’s— ah, you feel… s-so good,” she barely gets out between breaths, splaying her hands across his chest. Feeling him. Sweeping over him and grasping at him when she needs to. When he plunges just a little deeper than last time and she needs something to hold onto.

“God damn… ” He lets his head tip back with a moan. He’s not even half in but it’s more than enough to drive him wild. “You’re so incredible. So—fuck, fuck… fuck… here, hold on to me real good for this next one, ‘kay?”

“O-Okay,” Fuuko stutters, not really questioning why, just grabbing at him.

He can feel himself hitting against her virginal barrier. It has some give, some stretch, but he can tell he’s gonna have to put a little force behind this one to break her in. “Y’ready, sweetheart?”

Fuuko looks up at him and nods with a nervous swallow, eyes swimming with a glassy mix of trust and excitement and nerves.

Leaning in close, Andy lowers his voice to a rasping whisper. “Eyes on me, gorgeous. I got ya. Just breathe in deep for me, you’re doin’ so good.”

She lets her mouth fall open with a long, shaky inhale. Andy waits for her to hit the top of it before pulling back and thrusting in hard.

He sees the pain twist her features instantly. A strangled cry leaves her lips and she scrabbles to grip him hard. “St-stop, stop, stop …” she ekes out, gasping for breath like he’s just punched the air out of her. Stretched beyond her limits, she winces at the sharp ache between her legs.

“Shit,” he breathes, both from how it feels to be this deep inside her, and to see her in pain like that from him. “I can pull out, Fuuko. I can—”

“No…” she breathes, her voice pitched tightly with concern. “J-Just wait… wait a second. Hurts…”

God, he wants to be able to kiss her so so badly. “It’s okay. It’s okay, sweetheart,” he comforts, still buried deep inside her, but not moving a muscle. “We don’t have to keep goin’. I don’t wanna hurt ya. I never want to hurt ya.”

“I want to,” she whines, shifting her hips just slightly. Just enough to make Andy’s eyes flutter and take in a sharp breath between his teeth. “I just need… hah… hah… need a second.”

Propped over her, caging her against the bed, Andy looks down at his girl like she’s the only thing in the shitty world that matters. It puts a burning pang in his gut to know he's the cause of her pain right now. He brushes at her cheek, whispering quiet comforts to her. “'M so sorry. So sorry, sweetheart. Take as long as y’need, ‘m not goin’ anywhere.”

He'll fix this.

“You're so sweet,” Fuuko whispers, feeling a swell of intense affection for this man atop her. She nearly cries when she admits in a tight whisper, “I wish I could kiss you right now, Andy.”

“So fucking bad,” he agrees with knitting brows. To be this close to each others lips and not be able to kiss feels so messed up. “Guess now seems like a good time, then…” he murmurs to himself. “Fuuko, sweetheart, do me a favor. My collar’s all bunched up, pull it up for me?”

“Wh…” Fuuko’s eyes tip down to his neck. Her fingers move to the material around it. She stretches at it, pulling it up over his chin, his lips, even higher over his nose.

This is a built-in face mask, she realizes with a dumbfounded expression. Black cotton stretched all the way up to his eyes. Even so, she can still see his grin quickly spreading beneath it.

“Best I can do,” he murmurs before crushing his mouth against hers.

She cries. This is exactly what she needed. The cotton doesn’t matter, the cotton is fine. His mouth is on hers and it’s reassuring and sweet and filling her with all the same hungry noises she feels, too.

They stay like that for who knows how long. Kissing like they’re making up for lost time, blustering hot air against each other from their noses, not willing to part for a proper breath.

Fuuko's hands eventually glide down to his sides where she squeezes, muffling out his name into their kiss. He pulls back enough to let her speak. “Andy. A-Andy…” she gathers her breath, looking up at him all glassy-eyed and flushed. “I-I… want you. I’m ready. Can you, um, start moving again?”

“Y’sure you’re ready?” he whispers, trailing tender little pecks from her temple down her cheek, nosing at the crook of her jaw.

“Please,” she whispers, giving him an overly fond look that just about melts him into a puddle. “I still want you. Please, Andy. Unless… you don’t want to—”

“Don’t be stupid,” he murmurs, pulling out to slowly, experimentally, press back in, watching as Fuuko sucks in a breath between her teeth, but calms quickly. The moment the pain recedes, turning to pleasure,  becomes clear from her face. From the noises she begins making. Little puffs that get louder and louder.

“That better?” he asks, kissing at her neck, keeping his careful pace.

She can’t answer, she just nods, mouth agape over this new feeling of being so very filled. 

“Can ya take more?” he murmurs.

She manages an airy, “Please.”

“Fuck… ” He swells at the realization that he can finally start fucking her in earnest. “You’re so fucking tight, Fuuko… gonna be real honest here, I dunno how long I’m gonna last once I—“

“Andy, please.”

“God damn… all your begging…” he kisses her on the mouth, pulling back to meet her gaze. “Ya deserve more than this, sweetheart, y’really do, but I promise to fuck ya as good as it gets.”

And it’s the last thing he says before thrusting in further than he ever has. He hits a spot and— oh.

She tightens. He feels it.

Oh, if he does that one more time—

“O-Oh!” a broken moan tears out of her, her pupils blowing out in an instant. Her fingers sink into him. Her legs shake.

She isn’t so much worked up to the precipice as she is unceremoniously launched off it.

“Andy,” she chokes. “I’m, I-I’m—!”

His eyes shoot wide. “Already?!” 

She’s doesn’t have to say it, he can tell by her wanton face and tightly wound body that yeah, yeah already.

“Fuck,” he releases a breath from his nose, adjusts his angle, and goes all in. She’s gonna ride this one out too.

Tears spring from her eyes as she stutters and chokes out his name over and over. He watches her face screw up with pleasure and God does that do something to him.

“Don’t s-stop!” she begs, sobbing.

Honestly, he could come. He could do it right now. But his girl just told him not to stop, so fuck it, he’s not stopping. He just hunches over her and keeps fucking her into oblivion like she deserves. He buries his nose into her neck, rasping heavy breaths by her ear and showering her in breathless praises. “Y'look so beautiful... so beautiful coming… coming on my cock, sweetheart… ah hah… Keep goin’, I got ya. That's my girl. You’re not cryin’ ‘cause it—hah— ‘cause it hurts, right?”

She shakes her head, eyes wrenched tight as she lets out a long, low moan that breaks with each thrust. 

Feeling her body come so hard from him is driving him insane. The clenching spasms, her scrabbling fingers groping at him. He wants her to keep goin’ because hell, this girl deserves an hour long orgasm, but fuck if he isn’t ready to blow his own load.

When her body goes limp and she whimpers his name, he closes his eyes in a flutter. Finally.

Okay, now he can—

“Fuck, ‘m coming,” he grits out, thrusting erratically before bottoming out with a sharp, gasping moan.

Eyes screwed shut and head tossed back, he empties into her entirely, seeing stars behind his eyelids the whole time. Even though he’s wearing a condom, her walls still pulsate and suck at him like they’ve been denied their prize.

“Fuck… fuck…” he breathes, shallowly fucking into her just a couple more time before collapsing atop her. Fuuko’s arms immediately wrap around him, fingers needy and clutching at his back, and he returns her affection with some disjointed kisses along her jaw.

The room is quiet outside of the heavy panting of both Andy and Fuuko. Andy eventually pulls back and cracks his eyes open to look down at her, all sweaty and hazy-eyed. “How’s that for a first time?” he asks with a tiredly stretching grin.

Fuuko blinks. “I—“ she pauses, still hardly able to breathe as she stares up at him with a swelling fondness she can hardly stop from spilling out. “I think I really love you,” she realizes aloud, misty eyes flitting across his face.

Oops. That’s not what she planned on admitting, but pillow talk brain had other ideas. She’s quickly on her way to a mental freak out when—

Andy’s smile breaks out even bigger, gusting out a breathy laugh, “Same.”

“W… was that part of the plan?”

“Oh, definitely not,” he laughs. “So don’t touch me right now, I think y’might actually kill me.”

“So now you’re worried?”

“Look I just—“ he holds the condom at the base of his dick as he carefully pulls out of her. “I just came so hard I dunno what year it is. Don’t try and hold me accountable for shit.”

“Andy…” Fuuko hums, chewing at the inside of her cheek.

“Hm?”

“Was it good…” she hesitates to ask. “For you, I mean?”

“Oh, sweetheart,” he laughs, his eyes taking on a dark, roguishness. “Ya really fucked up, y’know.”

“Wh-what?” Her face drops.

“Yeah,” he says, smile stretching. “I’m gonna want you all the time now. Gonna be so damn annoying about it.” Leaning down to press a kiss to her forehead, her murmurs against her, “Already thinkin’ about the next time I can have ya.”

“Andy…” she chastises, but it’s too soft. Especially with the way she’s looking at him, her body all limp and sprawled across the bed beneath him, gazing up like he’s some sort of angel.

“Love when y'say my name,” he says, pushing off her after one last kiss and then like, ten more, as per Fuuko’s neediness. He doesn’t mind at all.

He steps out for a moment, only to return with an armful of various items.

“Here, sit up,” he directs, propping some pillows behind her. He pushes a bottle of water into her hands and Fuuko takes it with a blink, watching in sheer bemusement as he takes a cool, wet cloth to her thighs.

“Wh-what are you doing?”

“Whaddaya mean what am I doin’?” he laughs, not even looking up at her as he continues to gently wipe her down. “I made a mess of ya, least I can do is clean y’up. Plus I thought y’might be thirsty. I got some food for ya too.”

“I—yeah…” she murmurs, looking down at the water bottle in her hands. Uncapping it, she takes a drink and yeah, she realizes she really needed that. “Thank you, Andy… for everything. You’re so good to me.”

The emotional waver in her voice gets his attention. He tips his head up to meet her gaze and smiles—it's softer than most. “Get used to it, sweetheart.”