dance little liar.

pairing: gn!reader, chifuyu matsuno (timeskip!).

genre: angst, suggestive.

summary: chifuyu loves your touch, taste, company, and adoration—but chifuyu doesn’t love you.

cw: fwb, implied sex, infidelity.

wordcout: 1.1k.

“i don’t think we should be doing this anymore.”

his chest rises and falls under your cheek, laughing. you don’t dare move, you don’t need to—imagining that smile of his.

“what?” he chuckles. “am i bad?”

the water splashes under his touch when the pads of his fingers touch my waist underwater. your body is turning cold slowly as the night fades, but chifuyu doesn’t show any intention of moving. you can’t bring yourself to leave either, too enamoured by the moment the two of you share. a moment that occasionally (or rather rarely) you two get to enjoy.

you shouldn’t be there, again. you had promised yourself you’d do everything you could to ignore him—his texts, his calls, anything, you’d ignore it.

maybe acting like chifuyu never even existed would be easier. easier than lying to your frantic beating heart every time your phone vibrates and you know it’s him.

you shouldn’t be here, once again, melting under his touch, such a delicate touch, as if he’d searched every part of your body—with his touch, with his eyes, with his mouth. chifuyu knew how to get you, keep you in the palm of his hand, and you came running every single time, no matter how much you tried.

but how were you supposed to pull away? how were you supposed to accept the fact you were nothing but a liar?

because when he told you, asked you to promise him, you said:

“we’ll be just friends.”

and he believed you—chifuyu believed that lie.

perhaps, he knew it was a lie. perhaps deep down chifuyu knew you were betraying your own heart every time he called your phone, and begged you to come after him. every time he’d whisper mindless praises in your ear, in the middle of the night, maybe chifuyu knew that deep down, the lies were eating you alive. and he was trying to prove a point—trying to let you know that he knew your little trick, your little deceit.

it wasn’t your fault; or so you wanted to believe.

you didn’t want to accept that, the moment you accepted this little arrangement, deep down you knew you’d end up falling, because, let’s be honest, who wouldn’t?

when chifuyu was nothing but attentive towards you. when chifuyu would send flowers to your workplace, or pick you up in his car after meetings. when chifuyu would greet you with that smile of his, that you knew—you were well aware everyone wished to be the receiver of.

and chifuyu never lied to you, despite what you tried to trick yourself into believing. because chifuyu let you know, that night when he found you in the middle of a friendly get together, and when he held your hand and pressed his mouth against your neck.

when chifuyu said “are you free tonight?”

and you nodded, observing him with eyes filled with hope, and desire. because you were greedy—craving for his touch.

and before he even let you inside his place, when chifuyu told you the truth.

“no strings attached,” chifuyu whispered in the middle of the darkness. “is that okay with you?”

and you nodded your head and chanted against his mouth “yes,” because there wasn’t anything else you wanted but to get a taste too.

you were avaricious—and a liar.

but chifuyu made you eat your words every single night since then, as you kept his bed warm every time he asked you to. 

and you knew there were others—chifuyu told you. there were a few more, despite chifuyu telling you that ‘he’d stop if you didn’t like that’.

but you didn’t—you couldn’t tell him no. you could never tell chifuyu no.

“you’re getting bored?” chifuyu inquires again, and now he’s tilting his head downwards to catch a glimpse of your face. “you found someone else?”

“no,” is everything you can say.

chifuyu chuckles again, and his hand slips, brushing your stomach and thighs.

“tell me,” chifuyu insists, and that friendly tone no longer accompanies his words.

you shift, pushing away from his chest and touch, wrapping your arms over your bare chest. you can barely look chifuyu in the eye—but he wants you to.

chifuyu doesn’t need to say much—he has far more power than any man should have on anyone. and you crumble every time under his touch, under his luck. because chifuyu has made you defenseless, chifuyu has made you fragile, dependent on his love, or affection, if whatever this is could be called affection.

but there’s not much you can do or say when you catch his eyes—the same eyes that manage to pause the world around. that look he has that almost every time tricks you into believing that maybe, maybe if you were to tell chifuyu the truth, he’d smile, nod his head and kiss you as if you were special. that he’d wrap his arms around your body and tell you ‘i do, i love you too’.

but this isn’t a fairytale—chifuyu isn’t your prince charming and you are not the love of his life. chifuyu enjoys your touch, and a little taste of your body like the taste of others. chifuyu likes your attention and affection, and the faint whimpering every time you lie beneath him. he loves those eyes of yours, and when they turn white. and when your hands, small, weak fingers wrap and scratch his back as if you were begging for him to make the two of you one. as if you could not get enough—as if you needed him closer, deeper. and chifuyu gives it to you every time. chifuyu makes sure to give you that attention, that affection and chifuyu feeds that hunger he knows you have. and chifuyu would be a liar if he said he didn’t adore your company, because nobody gave themselves to him the way you did. with unsighted trust, you give yourself to him, and chifuyu makes sure that you don’t regret. and yeah, sometimes he likes to seek for a little more—but it doesn’t take long for him to seek out for you again, because no one does it like you.

yet, chifuyu is completely oblivious of your lies, those that feed along your insatiable desire. and when you wrap your arms around his neck, it’s not the proximity you seek, but the touch, the proof that chifuyu is there with you—that’s all.

gosh, you’re such a liar. you know you are. you know you don’t deserve chifuyu’s unsighted trust and relentless adoration.

chifuyu pecks the nape of your neck as you press your cheek over your arms resting on your knees. you shiver, because of the subtle touch, because of the breeze that enters through the window slightly open of his bathroom. 

because of the fact that you once again tell chifuyu a lie.

“at least not anymore, tonight.”

chifuyu could dom you one night and then the next be cryingbeggingfor you to pound his ass harder .

chifuyu is so adorable , but i think if pissed off , he would make a mess of you .

think about it .

you purposely make him a little mad by teasing him in public . at first it doesn’t get to him, the constant attitude and touching him here and there . he actually has quite a bit of patience , but it got to the point where he snapped .

on the car ride home he doesn’t say a word , which fills you with fear and excitement . when he stops the car in the driveway he crosses his arms and looks at you, saying “as soon as we walk in the house i want your slutty ass on the bed undressed.”

you don’t need to be told twice, following his orders . he hovers above you on the bed , smirking.

“now let’s see how much of a brat you’ll be when im done with you.”