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002 ๑ the main course 🍋🍓 shinsou

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Pairing: Hitoshi Shinsou x Fem!Reader

Summary: As a sweet surprise, Shinsou invites you to a special restaurant you've never heard of. You're rather impatient so you ask what the theme of the restaurant is, and all he'll tell you is; "There's a lot of fingers involved."
Tags: ┊Fingering┊ Choking┊Profanity┊ Degrading┊ ⋆˚ 

Next Story: 003 ๑ a load of lingerie🌷sero

*most likely going to be a pt. 2*

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No sounds can be heard at this fancy restaurant Shinsou had handpicked for the both of you. You see, around two days ago he had told you he reserved a spot at a fancy eatery and invited you to join him. Your relationship with him had been getting closer and a nice, proper dinner alone sounded like it would bring the both of you to a higher level of "friendship'.

You had prepared yourself quite nicely for this evening. A satin white dress flowed over your figure, accompanied by fluffy rims and knee-high fluffy boots. A lot of fluffy, but a hell of a lot more sexiness. You swore every time you glanced at yourself in the mirror you thought your eyes deceived you.

Speaking of mirrors, there was an abundance of them all around this fancy restaurant. Shinsou had told you nothing of the place- it was a complete mystery to your eager mind.

"So, do you like the place so far?" Shinsou asks, brushing the tips of his fingers through his matted purple hair. His charisma and charm are out of this world- even out of this universe. The way he can turn you into a follower of his by the slight hint of touch makes you blush in embarrassment every time.

"I do, it fits my taste very well." You reply. It was true- you liked to look at yourself in mirrors often. In admiration rather than as a narcissistic. You believe that Shinsou liked to look at your complexion as well.

"Darling, why do you talk like that? Just because we're in a fancy restaurant doesn't mean you have to act all fancy too." He chuckles and smiles. Your muscles tense.

"Was that not something he liked? Did I embarrass myself in front of him?" Your thoughts run in violent spirals. Your face turns a darker and darker shade of red. Maybe it was the fact you were embarrassed, or the fact he called you darling. You didn't know.

"I...I didn't mean that in a doragatory way. Sorry." He sheepishly fidgets with his fingers, dearly wishing the waiter would appear. The eerie silence of the restaurant has overwhelmingly increased the tension.

"It's okay. I was just a little startled, that's all." You giggle and get the faint view of a man dressed elegantly approaching the both of you. You assume it's the waiter and signal Hitoshi to look behind his shoulder.

"A table for two, Mr. Shinsou and Ms. (l/n)?" The thin yet muscular figure directs at the both of you. Hitoshi confirms the table and the group of you descends farther into the restaurant.

Large, detailed paintings surround you, covering the walls with absolute beauty. You admire the wallpaper, which has an orangy-red fade.

"And here is your room. Just ring the bell when you're ready to order." The man opens the door and quickly makes his way opposite from the both of you. It seems he has other things to attend to.

You're greeted with a room covered with large mirrors, crossing from wall to wall. The few things that remain non-reflective include the glossy floor tiles and a small table with chairs towards the middle. It is a rather unusual setup, but you brush it off as "fancy people shit".