Scrap and Lace (Aoba x Male Crossdressing reader)

Pretty Prince(ss) (Good ending)

Aoba's pov:

I carried (y/n) to my house, and we managed to talk Granny into letting him stay for a while. She just sighed and said it was okay. We went into my room, and (y/n) took the time to look around. He sat on my bed with me, and kept staring down at the floor. (Name) popped out of his purse and said, "Why was I shut down for so long? You were off hours ago!"

"I'm sorry," he said to his allmate, "But Aoba and I had to have a talk."

The (small animal) perked up and said, "You told him?"

(Y/n) looked at me, then at (name) and said, "Actually, he found out, and he accepts me for who I really am."

"Good boy." Said the (small animal).

"Maybe you should sleep with Ren." (Y/n) said to (name).

He turned off the allmate quickly, and set him/her next to Ren, who was also in sleep mode. He then continued to look down at the floor. I've known him for a while, but now that I know who he really is, have I developed feeling for (y/n)? I looked down and said to him, "Hey, there's something I think I want to tell you."

He looked over at me and said, "What?"

"Over the past week, there was something growing inside me that I wanted to tell you, but after I found out you're really a boy, I made up my mind." I said, blushing a little.

"What is it?" Asked (y/n).

I put my hand over top of his and said, "I think I've fallen for you."

(Y/n) gasped with some slight shock in his eyes. He started blushing too. "I...I don't know what to say." He said, "(name) said that if we were to get romantically involved, that was how you would find out. But it turns out you have some sort of supernatural power or something."

"I have a power called Scrap. It allows me to enter people conciousnesses when I want, and I can command people when I have a lot of emotion in my voice. Since I have Scrap, I've had nerves in my hair, and I get bad headaches after I use Scrap. But after Platnium Jail just fell an hour ago, the sensation in my hair has gone for some reason, and my other self hasn't been present. So if I failed at Scrap, who knows where we'd be now?" I said to him.

My hand was trembling, still holding onto (y/n)'s hand. "So that was why you didn't let me style your hair that one day?" He asked.

I nodded. "I understand if you don't want to be in a relationship with me. We can still be friends." I added.

(Y/n), still looking down was crying silently. "I think I like you too." He said.

"It's okay if you're not ready yet." I said.

He jerked his head up, his (e/n) eyes now looking into mine said, "I think I am."

I leaned in a little bit close to his face, and placed a gentle kiss on his lips. I felt heat rising in (y/n), and I laced my fingers with his in the hand I was holding a moment ago. We parted, and (y/n) was blushing so hard. Suddenly, (y/n) pushed me down onto the bed and got on top of me, and he was shaking a little. I felt the fluff of his lower dress on me, and felt his necklace on my chest. He started kissing my cheeks, my collarbone, and all around my neck. I looked into his eyes. He was obviously nervous. When he saw the look I was giving him, he pulled back and said, "Uh, is this...alright? I'm trying my best really!"

I smirked and I flipped him over and he let out a yelp, signaling he was startled. He was now under me, and I saw more nervousness in his eyes. I stroked his face with a free hand and felt the warmth of his face. He blushed harder the more I touched him. He was playing with the collar of my shirt, and I let him take it off of me. Soon, my torso was exposed, and I decided to remove some things from him too. I removed the headdress on his head, and I went for his long hair. "Is this a wig?" I asked.

He nodded, and I removed his wig, which reveiled his true hair. (H/l) (h/c) hair. I wanted to remove as much of his fake identity as much as possible. I went into my desk and pulled out some cotton pads and makeup remover (Don't ask why I have that!) and said, "(y/n), sit up."

He sat up, and I started removing his makeup. I gently rubbed the soaked cotton pad on his eyelids, then all over his face. Honestly, he looks way better without makeup. I put the used cotton pad in the trash can by my bed and said, "There. Now you look better."

He was still blushing, but he reveiled a shy smile. I removed the jewelry he was wearing, and set it on the nightstand. I went underneath his dress and removed a fluffy skirt thing. I think (y/n) told me it was called a petticoat and that was how dresses got puffy. It plopped on the floor, and I looked back at him and he was looking concerned. I just smiled and gave him another kiss. He began to undo my belt, and slid my pants off, now in my underwear. I slid his dress off, and now he was in his lacy blouse and his socks. I peeled the socks off him and threw them by the petticoat, and I undid his blouse. Soon, his torso was bare. I saw the real person hiding underneath all those ribbons and lace, and I loved it. I leaned in to him, and we began.

[I'm too lazy, so use your imagination. I'm also letting you decide if Aoba is dominant or submissive in your relationship so bear with this. I'm just gonna say you both have your moments of sheer dominance. You all know how the good endings go ;)]

After about fifteen minutes, we were a panting mess. We were now both red as tomatoes and now I'm giving (y/n) soft kisses, and he's giving me the same treatment. "I love you (y/n). You are a wonderful person and have no reason to change who you really are."

"I...love you too, Aoba." He said.

He snuggled into me, and honestly, he's super adorable, even without the whole Lolita getup. I ran my fingers through his hair, and he twirled his fingers in mine. I gently took his hand and kissed his palm softly, causing him to blush more. He gave in to his tiredness, and fell asleep in my chest. After about a minute, I fell asleep holding (y/n) in my arms.