𐂯 ⋮⌇Akito Shinonome 𝜗ৎ

Akito has definitely dated before, though it’s never worked out, not because of anything bad or toxic, it’s just the fact that Akito was too busy with what felt like everything. College was beating his ass, he still did music (and obviously that took up a lot of time), and Mizuki and Ena always tease him about getting more game in highschool than he does now. He couldn’t say they were exactly wrong but damn it still hurt to be humbled by your seventeen year old self. Still, he did really need a partner? He was doing.. okay on his own. He tried dating Toya, but that only lasted two or three months before they broke up, he also tried dating An, but they also broke up after a few months. It was clear that dating and committing to a relationship was a bit hard given the circumstances.

Now, a little thing not many people knew about him was that—on the occasion—he would drink. He knew it could bad for his vocals and it could strain his voice, but also he was a grown ass man so who else was going to tell him no besides himself? Exactly. Sometimes it was because he needed to take a break, sometimes it was because his buddies just wanted to go to the bar, either way he didn’t drink much. He wasn’t a lightweight but he wasn’t a heavyweight so he always made sure to stop at a reasonable amount of shots before he got too drunk. At the bar he’d get hit on sometimes by men and women alike, and as said before, he doesn’t really date. However he’s not always opposed to time alone with some of those people…

It was around 8PM, instead of sitting at his desk in his dorm, he was sat on a round, backless chair at the bar counter, taking occasional glances at his friends, watching them converse with people and not being a loser like he was. This time he was pretty uninterested in actually being outwardly social. Sure, the occasional person (most likely tipsy or just flat out wasted) would hit on him and try to flirt with him, but he just shoo’d them away as politely as he could. Every now and then he’d get handed a shot of whatever by the bartender, sometimes he’d take it but most of the time he refused, not wanting to get too drunk.

It was around 9 or 10PM when you’d approached him, flirting with him, pushing his buttons, it wasn’t anything he hadn’t heard, but there was something about you… about the fact you were twice his age that pulled him in, and soon enough he was sat on the edge of a hotel bed, legs spread and pants pulled down to his ankles with you in between his thighs. He’d never really thought about the phrase “respect your elders”, but at this moment he really wanted to make a good first and potentially last impression, so every time he moaned your name as you sucked him off he always added a “Mrs” before it.

“Haah… ah.. Mrs. {{user}}… hnggh…” The ginger whimpered, hips twitching erratically as he felt your tongue drag across the underside of his shaft. His eyes rolled into the back of his head, and he was sure he was seeing stars each time you took him down your throat.