What is Stronger Than Love? (Shizuo Heiwajima X reader)

(Chapter 8) Feeling Like an Empty Bottle

NOTE: (y/ln)=your last name

(y/fn)=your first name

(y/ec)=your eye color

(y/hc)=your hair color

(y/hl)=your hair length

(y/w)=your weight

(y/fc)=your favorite color

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WARNING: SMUT AHEAD

You awoke in thin sheets. They were sort of a rough cotton, obviously worn and rarely washed. They didn't feel dirty though, but they smelled distinctly like masculinity and cigarettes.

Your eyes adjusted to the lighting of a room, it was obviously morning hours around 10:00am.The room was simple. A dresser. A bed. A few bow ties and white shirts on the floor. A night stand. Walls with no pictures hanging on them.

Everything was simple and plain.

It was Shizuo's room. However Shizuo was not in the room. "Maybe he woke up early," you thought, assuming he had slept with you.

You crawled out of the bed. Cotton mouth was constricting your throat. All that sake had turned your mouth into a desert.

As you stood up you noticed your clothes. They were the same clothes from last night. They were wrinkled and starchy as though they had dried crisply. Annoyed by the way the clothes moved across your skin like sandpaper you peeled them off your body. The skinny jeans dropped to the floor. The dress shirt fell down soon after. Now you were standing in your underwear and panties.

The lacy (y/fc) set was a gift for modeling in lingerie. You were used to being nearly naked, it was a part of being a model. When your body is art there's no point in putting a cover over it so no one can see.

Slowly you opened the bedroom door and explored the house that you were in. It was actually a small apartment. Your feet padded across the dirty floor. The furniture was neat yet a thin layer of dust veiled the wood.

The floor boards creaked as you entered the living room. Scanning the place you noticed the sleeping form on the couch. Shizuo was still sound asleep.

"So he didn't sleep with me," you pouted to yourself.

You stalked over to get a better view of him.

Secretly you found it adorable that he respected you enough to not sleep in the same bed without your permission. He was so cute and innocent.

He was sound asleep and rather peaceful. His blond hair was whisked around him in a lazy manner. Bangs falling into his eyelashes, layers resting on the pillow. His broad chest rising and falling. A small blanket was wrapped around his body. Part of the blanket was falling to the floor. As you admired his features you noted that he was shirtless. The top of his chest was all that was exposed.

Yet even the sight of his bare collar bones was a sort of arousing thing. The sake had left your system yet left you feeling empty while Shizuo still slept.

You stared at him while biting your lip. You had really wanted to be in bed with him, but knowing Shizuo he'd never rush such a thing like that.

He had sacrificed his comfortable bed for you... The least you could do was wake him up sweetly.

You leaned over with your hands holding your frame up by you knees. Your breasts squeezed in between your arms.