◤ 𝗗𝗲𝗷𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗱 | pǝjǝkʇǝp |
𝘢𝘥𝘫𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦
𝚂𝚊𝚍 𝚘𝚛 𝚍𝚎𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍, 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚍. ◢
↳ The one where (y/n) takes a job as a live in nanny for an emotionally unavailable single father.
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//cw: oral (reader receiving), body worship, masturbation.//
The feeling of Rintarou's fingertips dusting along the soft skin of your back felt almost otherworldly— and although this wasn't the first time you've felt his touch— this time felt different than the others, in an inexplicable sense of elation that you haven't felt in a while, despite the fact that in just a few moments you would be on your way to meet with another man who planned to take you as his own.
He hums in satisfaction as he pulls down the zipper of your elegant dress, and he thinks there's something so beautiful in the way it falls off your body so effortlessly— thin straps sliding down your shoulders as it pools around your ankles once the fabric hits the floor.
He's quick to press a kiss or two into the crook of your neck, etching the tingle of his soft lips into your beautiful skin so that it will hopefully be all you can think about when you leave him in a few minutes. He plans to make the most of the time you have left, even if he can't show you just how much he loves you in such a short amount of time— truthfully it would take an eternity to put his all of feelings into words, so instead he opts for a much simpler form of expression.
"You looked so beautiful in that dress." He murmurs against the skin of your shoulder as he continues to appreciate the beauty of your silhouette, "though, you look even better without it."
