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His bare and broad back was flushed against the cushions, large and manly hands gripping your hips as you grind against his pelvis, his pubes tickling your swollen clit as your cunt swallows his girthy and hard as a rock cock.
No bouncing, no harsh movements, just you and him pressed against each other, your tits laying flush on his sweaty chest as you pant, face buried in the crook of his neck.
Pussy so wet he could literally feel your juices dripping down his heavy balls and onto the couch, making his cock pulse and throb inside of your warm, gummy walls.
He whimpers, actually whimpers, gripping the fat of your hips so hard that you knew you were going to have a hard time with the bruises later.
You grind again, moaning at the feeling of his mushy tip kissing your pretty cervix and your throbbing clit rubbing against his pubes one more time.
Until he moans, moving his arms to wrap them around your waist hard, thrusting his hips up to bury his cock past your cervix, ropes of cum bursting into your womb as you drool against his neck, cumming immediately when you feel his dick throbbing and pulsing again and again inside of your sticky and messy pussy.
The twins! Thereโs nerdjo ๐คญand then thereโs fratjo too ig, I was really excited when i saw nerdjo trending so I grabbed the opportunity to draw him hehe
His bare and broad back was flushed against the cushions, large and manly hands gripping your hips as you grind against his pelvis, his pubes tickling your swollen clit as your cunt swallows his girthy and hard as a rock cock.
No bouncing, no harsh movements, just you and him pressed against each other, your tits laying flush on his sweaty chest as you pant, face buried in the crook of his neck.
Pussy so wet he could literally feel your juices dripping down his heavy balls and onto the couch, making his cock pulse and throb inside of your warm, gummy walls.
He whimpers, actually whimpers, gripping the fat of your hips so hard that you knew you were going to have a hard time with the bruises later.
You grind again, moaning at the feeling of his mushy tip kissing your pretty cervix and your throbbing clit rubbing against his pubes one more time.
Until he moans, moving his arms to wrap them around your waist hard, thrusting his hips up to bury his cock past your cervix, ropes of cum bursting into your womb as you drool against his neck, cumming immediately when you feel his dick throbbing and pulsing again and again inside of your sticky and messy pussy.
His bare and broad back was flushed against the cushions, large and manly hands gripping your hips as you grind against his pelvis, his pubes tickling your swollen clit as your cunt swallows his girthy and hard as a rock cock.
No bouncing, no harsh movements, just you and him pressed against each other, your tits laying flush on his sweaty chest as you pant, face buried in the crook of his neck.
Pussy so wet he could literally feel your juices dripping down his heavy balls and onto the couch, making his cock pulse and throb inside of your warm, gummy walls.
He whimpers, actually whimpers, gripping the fat of your hips so hard that you knew you were going to have a hard time with the bruises later.
You grind again, moaning at the feeling of his mushy tip kissing your pretty cervix and your throbbing clit rubbing against his pubes one more time.
Until he moans, moving his arms to wrap them around your waist hard, thrusting his hips up to bury his cock past your cervix, ropes of cum bursting into your womb as you drool against his neck, cumming immediately when you feel his dick throbbing and pulsing again and again inside of your sticky and messy pussy.
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His bare and broad back was flushed against the cushions, large and manly hands gripping your hips as you grind against his pelvis, his pubes tickling your swollen clit as your cunt swallows his girthy and hard as a rock cock.
No bouncing, no harsh movements, just you and him pressed against each other, your tits laying flush on his sweaty chest as you pant, face buried in the crook of his neck.
Pussy so wet he could literally feel your juices dripping down his heavy balls and onto the couch, making his cock pulse and throb inside of your warm, gummy walls.
He whimpers, actually whimpers, gripping the fat of your hips so hard that you knew you were going to have a hard time with the bruises later.
You grind again, moaning at the feeling of his mushy tip kissing your pretty cervix and your throbbing clit rubbing against his pubes one more time.
Until he moans, moving his arms to wrap them around your waist hard, thrusting his hips up to bury his cock past your cervix, ropes of cum bursting into your womb as you drool against his neck, cumming immediately when you feel his dick throbbing and pulsing again and again inside of your sticky and messy pussy.
soft sukuna's had his eye on you ever since you joined his chemistry class. after crushing on you for months on end, he finally plucks up the courage to ask you out on a star gazing date for valentine's day ! ๐ apart of my valentine's day event !
a thought very prominent in ryomen sukuna's mind as of late.ย
chemistry class used to be such a drag, he'd show up, do absolutely no work, complain that he failed to all of his fratty friends, then do it all over again the next semester.
until, of course, you joined his line.
you were the picture perfect example of a shy, nerdy girl. with your clothing an array of soft colours and vintage hollister sweaters, your notes all neat and thorough, and your eyes always focused on the professor, you had him awe struck from the second you walked in.
it was a little strange, considering he was 6'5, 95kg of pure muscle, pierced to hell, and tatted from head to toe in fierce markings. you two seriously couldn't of been more different.
still, nothing enthralled him quite like seeing you every monday morning.ย
he'd started showing up to class early everyday to catch you on your way in, pushing the big, heavy door open so you didn't have to tire such pretty little hands. he'd started sitting in the row behind you instead of way up the back, just so he could watch the way you wrote so nicely.ย
he'd even started paying attention, proving to the assholes he left in the back row that he was smart when he applied himself.
answering questions in class became a regular, just so he knew you could hear his voice in a different sense than goofing off in the corner, or making bad jokes with his mates. he clocked the way you'd look over your shoulder briefly in surprise whenever he got stuff right, and his heart had never thumped faster.ย
so, after about three months of obsessing over a girl he hadn't yet spoken to, (not because he was nervous, frick no.) he'd decided with valentine's day coming up, now was a better time than any to ask you out on a date.
y'know, how normal people pursued a relationship, not the age old snap n tap method he'd been using since highschool...
so, with all the courage he could muster, a week before valentine's day he'd waited after class for all the other kids to filter out.
you always stayed behind to look over your notes, something he'd always admired about you was your dedication. as well as being admirable, it gave him the perfect slot to get you alone and finally pop the question.ย
he'd been rehearsing it in the mirror of his ensuite for the past week, it couldn't go wrong, it shouldn't go wrong! he had the perfect ratio of nonchalance and chivalry packed into his planned out attack, it just had to go smoothly.
he watches you from a few rows back, the lecturer had slipped away and it was just the two of you.ย
you can do this, ryo.
he pushes up from his seat before he stress too hard about it. the row of chairs creak as he steps sideways through the row, one hand braced on the backs so he doesn't trip over his own boots. this was supposed to look all suave and smooth, effortless, even.
it really, really didn't. he looked like an oaf.
he moves down the steps, eyes fixed on you where you sit looking over your notebook, flicking through the pages with your lips around the tip of a pen in concentration. fuuuck.ย
mind out of the gutter, ryomen.
he tells himself to slow down and walk like normal, he can't look like he's stalking up to you for any nefarious reasons.
but, as god would have it, by the time he reaches the last few steps you're already packing up.
no.
no, no, no. shit!
your pencil slides into your case, your notebooks shut, and your bag zippers get pulled shut. crap, he was supposed to catch you before that. say something casual while you were still seated so you couldn't escape.
instead, you stand.
he gets choked up halfway down the steps, brain going blank because this was not a part of the plan.
you swing your bag over your shoulder and turn toward the aisle, eyes down as always, clearly aiming for the door before anyone can corner you.
he sighs and books it, he's not acting all cool and composed anymore, no way. he couldn't just let you get away, he was desperate.
he takes the last few steps too fast, almost missing one, then strides down the aisle with a pace that borders on a jog. the sound of his boots slipping and slapping against the wooden floor echoes so loud he might as well have yelled at you by now. you glance up at the noise, looking all cute and startled.
you try to sidestep him in fear of getting in such a big man's way, but he panics and plants himself directly in front of you.
it happens in a split second. your bag catches against his hip, your stack of textbooks jostle loose, and multiple papers slide free like a magicianโs trick gone horribly, terribly wrong. everything spills to the floor between you in a loud, humiliating cascade.
the dull sound hits him straight in the gut.
โfuck. i am so sorry.โ
he practically screams that, he winces at himself immediately, hands lifting as if that fixes anything. you are staring at the mess, then at him, eyes wide and absolutely mortified.
โgod, i didnโt mean to block you. i just, i was trying toโโ he cuts himself off because explaining while your notes are scattered everywhere makes him look ten times worse.
he drops to a crouch, the floor is cold against his palms as he starts gathering all the loose pages, careful with the edges like they might and will tear under his big fingers. your handwriting is small and tidy, lines straight as if written at the edge of a ruler.
โshit, iโm sorry,โ he tries to mutter a little softer than the ear rape from before.
unfortunately you decide to kneel down and pick up some stray pencils just as he shoots back up to hand you the papers, and your heads collide with a dull crack.
it is gnarly enough that he hears both it and the hurt little sound that hisses past your lips, more surprised than anything. you rock back on your heels at the contact, and that wincing look on your face smashes his heart smack bang in the middle with a wooden, spiked mace.
โoh fuckโโ he hisses, reaching toward you instinctively. โare you okay?โ
his hands hover near your temples, big fingers spread wide and ready to check your skin for a bump. he stops himself an inch away, since touching you out of nowhere is probably the worst possible move he could make at a time like this. you already look like you want the floor to swallow you whole.
he pulls his hands back so fast it almost looks like he got burned.
โsorry. sorry. i didnโt mean toโ i justโโ
jesus christ, get it together.
he smooshes a hand down his face, very annoyed at himself. this was supposed to be all smooth and simple. stroll up, say something chivalrous, then ask you out like a normal person.
instead he has assaulted you and ruined your cute little organized notes.
real charming.
you press your fingers lightly to your forehead, blinking up at him. โiโm fine,โ you say quietly.
he doesn't believe you, that much is obvious. the spot he knocked feels fine on him, but you are most definitely not built for hard knocks like he is. guilt creeps into every pore of his skin.
โi shouldโve watched where i was going,โ he says, even though it was very much him who stepped in your path. he shoves the rest of your papers into a neat stack and holds them out to you with surprising care. โi, uhm... i didnโt mean to scare you like that.โ
that part slips out honest.
you nod shyly, then take the papers from him. your nails brush his tough skin for a good second and it sends his brain haywire. it was insane how even the smallest of touches could make him shiver.
he straightens up, giving you space this time, forcing himself not to loom over you like a weirdo freak. the door is right behind him, and you glance at it, then at him. waiting.
he can feel the opportunity slipping through his hands again.
say it.
his mind supplies every rehearsed line he practiced and then promptly erases them. all that comes up is the image of you walking out that door and him sitting with this embarrassment for another week.
he swears at himself internally, vicious and relentless.
you had one job. do not mess this up.
โi wasnโt trying to block you,โ he says, finally. โi just needed to talk to you for a second.โ
you look up at him through pretty, fluttering lashes, blinking away some of the leftover pain before nervously nodding. โhm? what is it?โ you murmur.
you were so shy, he could crush you with two fingers if he wanted. he meant to be gentle with you.
he takes a deep breath, then bends down a little, trying his best to be on your level. โi think you're really cute... y'know that?โ he starts. โn' i think i could treat you real nice.โ he chokes a bit when your face somehow twists into a shyer expression.
โjesus christโ i.. i would really, really like to take you out this weekend. i get that it's valentine's day, it might be a bit much right now, but iโโ
โokay.โ
โ...what?โ
โi... uhm. i said okay?โ you repeat.
the smile this man cracks is embarrassingly cheesy.
โwow, sweet! that's sweet. i'll uh... can i get your number? shitโ probably should've asked that firstโโ
before he can panic any further, he's ripped from his ramble by the heavenly sound of your soft laugh.
he stops immediately, a hand flying to his neck to rub at it softly as his smile grows tenfold. you're holding out your phone, your phone number displayed on the screen. โcool... cool...โ he smiles, typing in the digits.
~
[ryo] 7:42pm: hey. howโs your head?
he stares at the screen with the nail of his thumb between his teeth, flops back against his pillows and then immediately sits up again... because what if that sounded too blunt? maybe too concerned? too much?
three dots pop up almost right away and he almost shits himself. you're texting him. right now. holy fuck.
[nameโค๏ธ] 7:43pm: hi!! iโm all goods (เนหแดห)๏ปญ
[nameโค๏ธ] 7:43pm: it was just a tiny knock!
he exhales through his nose, shoulders finally dropping.
[ryo] 7:44pm: tiny knock
[ryo] 7:44pm: i literally clobbered you with my thick ass skull.
he winces at the memory and it replays on loop. y'know when you do something so embarrassing and you just can't stop hyper fixating on it? yeah, that's what he'd been doing for the past two hours.
[nameโค๏ธ] 7:45pm: it was kinda funnyy
[nameโค๏ธ] 7:45pm: well, after the shock wore off kdkxjsjdj
he grins at that despite just cringing over it all a second ago.
[ryo] 7:45pm: yeah? didnโt look funny. your poor face was all scrunched up
he runs a hand through his slick hair and starts pacing now. his roommates are loud in the hall but he's shut his door, he needed quiet for this very important moment.
that stupid little emoticon turns his ears a raw red, you were so dorky, it was adorable.
[ryo] 7:47pm: good.
[ryo] 7:47pm: wouldnโt be a great start to valentineโs day if i concussed my date.
he cringes after sending that. hmm, was that too forward? or too confident?
[nameโค๏ธ] 7:48pm: noo it's okay, my head feels good!
he laughs under his breath, rubbing the back of his neck.
[ryo] 7:48pm: okay thank fuck
[ryo] 7:49pm: i know i'm a little rowdy, i mean obviously after that little display. but i can tone it down if you scare easy.
he bites the inside of his cheek the second that goes through. why would he say that? he's throwing.
[nameโค๏ธ] 7:49pm: i donโt scare easy!
[nameโค๏ธ] 7:49pm: i justโฆ startle easy ๐โโ๏ธ
he imagines you typing that with your little nose scrunched trying to defend yourself.
[ryo] 7:50pm: noted.
[ryo] 7:50pm: iโll try not to charge at you like a linebacker next time.
he sits at the edge of his bed now, phone in both hands. his heart will not calm down. c'mon. this is texting, he's done this a thousand times! it's just, with you? it feels so intimate and.. different. like he's whispering in your ear. maybe he was just a pervert.
[nameโค๏ธ] 7:51pm: i appreciate that very much
[nameโค๏ธ] 7:51pm: my poor textbooks would too
he groans quietly, dragging a hand down his face.
[ryo] 7:51pm: donโt remind me.
[ryo] 7:52pm: iโm still embarrassed about that
[nameโค๏ธ] 7:52pm: you said sorry likeโฆ five times, it's fine!
[ryo] 7:52pm: wasnโt enough.
there is a pause. longer this time. he almost types something else just to fill the space but decides that might come off too strong and stops himself.
[nameโค๏ธ] 7:54pm: itโs okay, really
[nameโค๏ธ] 7:54pm: i only got a small bruise
his stomach drops.
[ryo] 7:54pm: youโre kidding.
[nameโค๏ธ] 7:55pm: nooo itโs tiny
[nameโค๏ธ] 7:55pm: wait iโll show you
he quirks a brow at that.
show him?
a second later, an image comes through.
[nameโค๏ธ] 7:55pm: {image attached}
you are sitting cross legged on a soft looking bed with a pale pink duvet and copious amounts of plush pillows stacked behind you. youre staring at the lens all smiley, giving an adorable little thumbs up to the camera. there's the faintest shadow of a bruise high on your forehead, barely noticeable unless you were trying to really look for it.
still, it guts him. or maybe turns him on, he can't really decide right now..
he actually makes a strangled noise in his room that's somehow a laugh and a groan at the same time. he stands up, and starts pacing again.
โyouโve gotta be kidding me,โ he sighs to himself.
you look so stupidly cute tucked into your bed with your hair loose and a sweet sweater swallowing your hands whole.
and you sent that to him. him!
he drops back onto his mattress, staring at the photo picking apart its every detail. like a loser.
[ryo] 7:57pm: you look fine.
[ryo] 7:57pm: cute, too.
his thumb hovers over the word cute before he sends it. too much? too soon? he sends it anyway.
[nameโค๏ธ] 7:58pm: cute?? (///โฝ///)
[nameโค๏ธ] 7:58pm: thatโs not fair i look like a marshmallow
he laughs again.
[ryo] 7:58pm: i love marshmallows
he immediately groans at himself, that was so corny.
[nameโค๏ธ] 7:59pm: oh my god
[nameโค๏ธ] 7:59pm: what a line
[ryo] 7:59pm: shh
[ryo] 8:00pm: iโm tryna be suave
[ryo] 8:01pm: you really are okay though?
[nameโค๏ธ] 8:01pm: yes sir
[nameโค๏ธ] 8:01pm: itโs barely even there
[ryo] 8:02pm: donโt call me sir. makes me sound ancient.
[nameโค๏ธ] 8:02pm: sorry, sorry. how old are you, btw?
[ryo] 8:03pm: a year older than you.
[nameโค๏ธ] 8:04pm: you are ancient !
[ryo] 8:05pm: stop being a brat ๐
he winces at himself for that, maybe that was a bit too relationship-y... oh well, he could save it.
[ryo] 8:06pm: so
[ryo] 8:06pm: about saturday
[nameโค๏ธ] 8:06pm: yeahhh?
okay he's locking in.
[ryo] 8:07pm: i was thinking iโd pick you up around seven
[ryo] 8:07pm: thereโs this lookout spot just outside town. not a lot of people know about it
[ryo] 8:08pm: figured we could go stargazing?
he stares at the message, that sounded decent, romantic but not cringe, right?
[nameโค๏ธ] 8:09pm: stargazing!
[nameโค๏ธ] 8:09pm: that sounds so fun!
[ryo] 8:09pm: yess
[ryo] 8:09pm: we'll have blanket and snacks and no loud idiots.
[ryo] 8:10pm: promise iโm not taking you out there to kidnap you or anything
the second it sends he wants to launch his fuckass phone across the room.
why would you say that, who says that?!
three dots appear then disappear then appear again.
[nameโค๏ธ] 8:11pm: HAHAHA
[nameโค๏ธ] 8:11pm: thatโs exactly what someone planning to kidnap me would say
he lets out a relieved laugh.
[ryo] 8:11pm: yh i walked into that one
[nameโค๏ธ] 8:12pm: it sounds really nice though!
[nameโค๏ธ] 8:12pm: iโve never actually been stargazing before (เนยฐโยฐเน)
[ryo] 8:13pm: then itโs settled
[ryo] 8:13pm: first time for you. iโll make it good
he pauses, then adds:
[ryo] 8:13pm: the stargazing. i mean
he buries his face in his pillow with a groan.
[nameโค๏ธ] 8:14pm: i knew what you meant!!
[nameโค๏ธ] 8:14pm: youโre so awkward itโs kinda cute
cute.
you called him cute.
he stares at that word until it feels hot branded into the folds of his brain.
[ryo] 8:15pm: donโt get used to that
he is grinning like an idiot in his empty room.
[nameโค๏ธ] 8:15pm: awe man
there is something about the way you type that's so careful yet playful, he adores it.
[ryo] 8:17pm: seriously though.
[ryo] 8:17pm: iโm sorry again about earlier.
[nameโค๏ธ] 8:18pm: awe sukuna, it's fine!
his name on your screen makes him jitter with excitement.
[ryo] 8:18pm: you can call my ryomen, if you want. or ryo?
[nameโค๏ธ] 8:18pm: ooo okay! ryo it is.
[nameโค๏ธ] 8:18pm: i promise iโm not secretly mad at you or anything, btw, so don't stress it
[ryo] 8:19pm: okay good
[ryo] 8:19pm: iโd hate to think my first move was almost knocking you out cold
[nameโค๏ธ] 8:19pm: youโre being dramatic
[ryo] 8:20pm: iโm allowed, you have a bruise with my name on it
he lays back again, phone above his face waiting.
[nameโค๏ธ] 8:21pm: well
[nameโค๏ธ] 8:21pm: i guess that just means you owe me a good date ๐
he laughs out loud.
[ryo] 8:21pm: oh i plan on it
[ryo] 8:23pm: hey. can i get your socials too?
[nameโค๏ธ] 8:24pm: sure!
[nameโค๏ธ] 8:24pm: itโs @โโ on insta
[nameโค๏ธ] 8:24pm: and the same for twitter but i barely use that one ๐โโ๏ธ
he immediately opens instagram, types your handle in, and your aesthetic little profile pops up.
your smiling face looks back at him for the second time that night and he smiles just as big as before.
[ryo] 8:25pm: got it
[nameโค๏ธ] 8:25pm: ur stalking me already?
[ryo] 8:26pm: absolutely
he switches back to instagram to properly stalk your page.
he's not thinking about parties or stupid hookups or whatever his friends are doing down the hall, no. he's dreaming about saturday. about you under the night sky and about him trying his hardest to not mess this up
~
pep talk time.ย
it's the day of valentine's day, and sukuna's standing in front of his mirror talking himself up.ย
you can do this, you're a sexy guy.ย
he's got his best looking jeans on, a studded belt, some nice sneakers, and a black beater. his jewellery matches for once, with his face an array of shiny silver to match his rings and chain.
he looked good, better than usual.ย
he could do this.
on his way out of the frat after getting good luck wishes from his brothers, he's up and out the door checking his appearance one more time in the reflection of his phone.
he pulls up to your dorm a little before sunset with the busty engine rumbling beneath him as he parks out front. he cuts it, but he doesnโt get out straight away,
he just sits there with the bouquet of lilies resting on the passenger seat, wrapped in brown paper with a neat little twine bow he tried desperately to tie himself. he'd spent half an hour in the florist with the old store owner picking out the perfect ones for the occasion, making sure they'd fit your personality just right.
he runs a hand over his mouth, then through his hair, then checks his reflection in the rearview mirror for the fifteen hundredth time.
โyouโre fine,โ he mutters to himself. โyou look good. youโre hot. she already said yes.โ
he grabs the flowers before he can stress even more about it and steps out, boots hitting the pavement.
the airโs cool and the skyโs all streaked with orange and hues of pink. perfect conditions for the perfect date he'd been meticulously planning. he leans back against his truck for a second, rolling his shoulders, then walks up to your dorm entrance.
he knocks twice, waits a minute, then almost fucking chokes at the sight of you, standing there in the doorway, framed by the warm hallway light behind you.
your outfit is this cute downtown girl kinda vibe that's short enough to show your legs but still loungey, very star-gazing appropriate. your makeupโs done all nice with glossed lips and pretty lashes. youโre fiddling with the strap of your bag, fingers twisting it nervously.
he stares in awe, his brain shorting out completely. he was prepared for you to look nice, not this good. jeez, were you tryna kill him?
โhi,โ you say softly.
โhi,โ he manages back.
red orbs drag over your being before he can stop himself. not in a pervy way. justโฆ taking you in.
he clears his throat quickly and thrusts the bouquet toward you like he almost forgot he was holding it.
โthese are for you.โ
your face lights up. โoh wowโฆโ
you take the lilies carefully, bringing them close to your nose.
โtheyโre so pretty,โ you murmur, smiling up at him.
he rubs the back of his neck, shy himself. โof course... uhโ you deserve somethin' pretty.โ
your face grows hot at his flirt.
โyou look amazing,โ he blurts out before he can overthink it. โlikeโ so pretty. just... wow.โ
you duck your head a little, clearly very flustered. โthank you..." you start, "you look really good too.โ
he grins at that, confidence creeping back in.
โyeah?โ he steps a little closer. โtold you iโd clean up nice.โ
you nod shyly, hugging the flowers tighter.
โiโll just put these in water really quick,โ you say, stepping back inside.
he stands there awkwardly in the doorway while you move to a little table beside the entrance where a glass vase is already sitting. already filled with water.
he notices that.
you were expecting flowers? shit, he's glad he asked nanami for some first date tips earlier that week.
you slip the lilies into the vase carefully, adjusting them so they sit just right. then you turn back to him, smoothing down your top.
โokay,โ you smile. โlet's go.โ
he offers you his hand without even thinking about it.
you look at it for a second, then place your smaller one into his.
it fits. perfectly.
he cups his fingers around yours gently, not too tight, and leads you down the steps toward his hilux.
he opens the passenger door for you, hand steady at your waist as you climb in. he shuts it carefully, then jogs around to the driverโs side.
once heโs inside, he starts the engine and peers over at you. youโre sitting there with your hands folded neatly in your lap, looking a little nervous but still harboring a smile.
โthanks for coming out with me tonight,โ he says after pulling away from the curb.
you stare up at him. โof course. i'm excited.โ
โyeah?โ he asks, trying not to sound too hopeful.
you nod. โyeah.โ
he relaxes into his seat a little.
โiโve kinda wanted to ask you out for a while,โ he admits with his eyes peeled on the road for once. he couldn't drive recklessly like with the other chicks he's used to, no. you weren't like that and he couldn't risk you thinking he was an asshole.ย
you turn toward him more fully now. โreally?โ
โyeah,โ he huffs a throaty laugh. โiโve seen you in class since the start of the semester. always sitting there so engaged.โ
you giggle softly and he almost swerves. that sound hits him straight in his ridiculously fast beating chest.
โdonโt do that,โ he mutters under his breath.
โdo what?โ you ask.
โlaugh like that. itโs distracting your uber driver.โ
you giggle again, trying to muffle it this time.
he shakes his head, smiling. โyou even made me start paying attention.โ
you nod. โi noticed.โ
โoh, you did, huh?โ
โmhm. you started answering questions more, n' stopped sitting all the way at the back.โ
he glances at you impressed for taking note of him.
โdamn. you pay attention too.โ
โi do,โ you say proudly.
โwell,โ he continues, โyou kinda inspired me. i didnโt wanna look like a total idiot in front of you.โ
you blink at him. โyouโre not an idiot.โ
โgood,โ he says lightly. โiโm tryin' real hard not to be tonight.โ
for such a big buy, he was shaping up to be more awkward than you. you could get used to this.
the conversation starts moving along quickly as you drive further.
he tells you about how he switched majors once before settling where he is now. about how his brothers at the frat drive him insane half the time and that he's getting a little sick of the party animal lifestyle everyone loved to glorify. about how he likes working out because it clears his head of the stress of life.
you tell him about your favorites, about how you almost dropped the class the first week because you thought it would be too hard.
โno way,โ he says. โyou? you think chemistry's hard?โ
you roll your eyes playfully. โitโs intense!โ
โyouโre intense,โ he shoots back.
you look at him like you donโt know if thatโs a compliment.
โin a good way,โ he adds quickly. โyou care about stuff. thatโs, like, rare.โ
frank ocean plays quietly in the background while trees zoom past the window. he throws in a few dumb jokes here and there to keep you entertained, and you laugh at almost all of them. every time, he has to clutch the wheel tighter in fear of crashing.
by the time the town lights start thinning out and the road gets darker, youโre both talking over each other a little, interrupting, smiling, and laughing like you were already a couple.
he pulls into the lookout, gravel crunching under the tires. your eyes are wide, staring out at the open sky. the first stars are already visible like little flickering fireflies in the big black ink.
โwow,โ you sigh, but he's watching you, not the sky.
โyou like it?โ
โitโs so beautiful.โ
he kills the engine and turns toward you fully.
โsit tight,โ he says softly. โiโll get the tray ready.โ
you nod and offer him a smile. โcanโt wait.โ
he hops out, heart racing for a whole new reason now, and moves to the tray of his truck.
he rounds the back of the hilux and drops the tailgate with a metallic clank that echoes out over the quiet lookout. you hear him shuffle around back there, the soft click of a switch, then another, then a string of warm yellow blinking to life.
โokay,โ he calls, trying and failing to sound casual. โcโmere.โ
you hop down from the passenger side and walk around the truck, hugging your arms around yourself against the cool evening air.
and then you see little lights. fairy lights. strung so prettily along the inside edges of the tray, looped around the bars in uneven lines that clearly took effort. a thick mattress laid out flat with layered blankets in different colors, big pillows (some with the tags still on them, bless his heart for buying the expensive ones for such an occasion) piled up against the cab. thereโs a little wooden crate acting as a table with snacks stacked on top, chocolate, strawberries, chips, a thermos, even those stupid little heart candies that taste like chalk but everyone eats on valentine's day regardless.
you stand there in complete and utter awe.
โwell?โ he asks, suddenly very insecure and unsure, rubbing a hand at the back of his neck again. โis itโฆ is it too much?โ
you shake your head quickly. โare you kidding me?โ
you step closer and trail your fingers over one of the fairy light wires, staring at the glow against the darkening sky.
โyou did all this?โ
โyes, maโam,โ he shrugs, but heโs watching your face so closely itโs almost comical how nervous he looks. โfigured valentineโs day deserved something better than a movie and greasy takeout... not that iโd ever dream of taking you out on something like that! i justโ i meanโโ
โitโs beautiful,โ you cut him off.
he stops and sighs so deeply. โthank god,โ he says with a small grin. โtook me forever to figure out how to make the lights not look so stupid.โ
โthey donโt,โ you promise. โtheyโre perfect.โ
he steps closer without really thinking about it, stopping just in front of you. the fairy lights reflect in his red eyes, turning them golden at the edges.
โmay i?โ he asks quietly, with his hands hovering near your hips.
you nod, and he smiles.
his hands settle at your waist and he lifts you up like you weigh nothing at all. you let out a cute, surprised laugh as he sets you gently onto the mattress. you flick your shoes off, then crawl back a little, getting comfortable against the pillows, smoothing your skirt down. he watches your every movement with a fond expression and climbs up after you, sitting on the opposite side at first, legs stretched out, bracing one arm behind him.
you tilt your head back and look up. the sky has gone fully dark now, stars scattered everywhere, more than youโve ever seen on your light-polluted campus.
โthe sky's so gorgeous,โ you whisper.
โyeah,โ he says. but again? heโs not looking at it. heโs looking at you.
the lights from the strings frame your face in gold and your pretty lashes cast tiny pinned shadows against your hot cheeks. your lips are still glossy, and he swallows down the thought of what it would be like to kiss such perfection.
you donโt notice because youโre too busy tracing constellations with your finger in the air. โi canโt believe you did this,โ you say gently.
he exhales a short laugh. โi canโt believe you even said yes to me.โ that makes you glance over, surprised. โhm? and why wouldnโt i?โ
his eyes drop to his hands and he opens and closes them bashfully.
โi dunno. youโre justโฆ you.โ
you frown. โhuh? what does that mean?โ
he combs his thick fingers through his pink spikes.
โmeans youโre smart as hell. and sweet. and you actually care about stuff. you sit in class taking notes while iโm trying to remember not to fall asleep.โ
โyeah? but youโve started paying attention,โ you remind him.
โbecause of you,โ he says immediately. โthatโs my point.โ
you blink up at him as he explains further. he huffs, frustrated with himself.
โi justโ i feel kinda outta place sometimes. being thisโฆ attracted to you.โ
your heart stutters at that.
โattracted to me?โ
he scoffs lightly. โdonโt act surprised.โ
you smile shyly. โiโm not acting.โ
he leans back against the back of his truck further and nods.
โi guess youโre justโฆ a little different to the chicks iโm used to.โ
he thinks back to the amount of girls heโs hooked up with three minutes after meeting them. he canโt remember any names or any real conversations.
โtheyโve all been kinda shallow. or maybe iโm shallow, i donโt know. but this isโฆโ
you blink but you donโt pull away.
โbut you?โ he continues. โiโve been sitting behind you in chem for three months trying to figure out how to ask you to coffee without sounding like a fucking moron.โ
you laugh softly.
โitโs not funny,โ he mutters, though thereโs no bite in it. โiโve never had to rehearse a sentence in my entire life.โ
โyou rehearsed?โ
โmhm. in the mirror,โ he admits. โtoday. for like ten minutes.โ
your hand flies to your mouth to hide your giggle.
โthatโs actually really cute.โ
โdonโt call it that,โ he grumbles.
โwhy not?โ
โbecause iโm trying to look cool.โ
โyouโre failing.โ
he narrows his eyes at you, but thereโs amusement in there somewhere.
you scoot your butt a little closer across the mattress until you're almost touching him.
โiโm glad youโre into me,โ you say quietly.
โyeah?โ
โyeah. i always thought you were really cute.โ
what?
โwhat?โ
you feel a little self-conscious now. โi justโฆ didnโt think someone like you would go for someone like me.โ
his head snaps toward you.
โwhat the hellโs that supposed to mean?โ
you look down at your hands. โyouโre charismatic. confident. everyone knows you. and iโm justโฆโ
โjust what?โ he presses.
โshy.โ
โyou think that matters?โ
you hesitate. โdoesnโt it?โ
โno,โ he says far too loud. โno, it doesnโt.โ he corrects. โyouโre the one who shouldnโt be into me.โ
your eyes widen. โwhat?โ
โyeah,โ he says, getting worked up now. โyouโre organised, youโve got your life together. youโre probably gonna graduate with honors and get some insane job. i mean, i live in a frat house with idiots who think setting a couch on fire is peak entertainment.โ
you giggle.
โiโm serious.โ
โi know,โ you say, smiling.
โiโm not used to girls like you,โ he admits, voice dropping again. โgirls whoโฆ donโt just want the version of me thatโs all loud and risky at functions.โ
you reach out without thinking and rest your hand on his forearm.
โi like you how you are,โ you say.
โoh yeah?โ
โmhm. the guy who ties twine bows really badly and buys silly fairy lights to make things moody.โ
he looks away, embarrassed.
โshoosh.โ
โno,โ you say softly. โi really mean it.โ
you scoot even closer than before, then lean your head gently against his shoulder.
oh god.
he's had girls straddle his lap five minutes after introductions. he has had hands in his hair and acrylic nails down his back, mouths on his neck without a single 'hey, how are you?'
and yet, something as mediocre as putting your head on his shoulder has him cheesing.
you look up at the guy. โyou okay?โ
โyeah,โ he says.
โyouโre really stiff.โ
โiโm fine.โ
you smile against his arm. โrelax.โ
easy for you to say.
he forces himself to loosen up, letting his shoulder drop slightly so youโre more comfortable. after a second, he lifts his arm and carefully drapes it around you. ok, getting bolder.
you tuck into his side closer happily.
he stares straight ahead at the horizon, trying to steady himself for what he's about to spill.
โyou make me nervous,โ he admits quietly.
โme?โ you sound genuinely shocked.
โyeah. you.โ
your heart jumps and flutters with all different species of butterflies, โyeah, why?โ
โbecause i donโt wanna screw this up.โ
your hand curls lightly into the fabric of his black beater.
โyou wonโt.โ
โyou donโt know that.โ
โi do,โ you say simply.
he looks down at you, โhow?โ
โbecause you care,โ you answer. โand guys who care usually don't screw stuff up.โ
okay, he guesses that was true. he hadn't tried this hard for anyone else, so it had to be why this was going so well and he hadn't totally fucked everything up.
the fairy lights glow around you, little reflections dancing over the blankets. somewhere far below, a car drives past on the main road, its headlights tiny in the distance.
โyouโre seriously the cutest girl iโve ever seen,โ he says suddenly.
you blink up at him.
โi mean it,โ he continues. โthe way you get all serious in class. the way you correct the professor under your breath. the way you justโexist.โ
you hide your face against his shoulder.
โstop.โ
โno.โ
โyouโre embarrassing me.โ
โgood,โ he murmurs.
you laugh softly.
โiโm really glad i asked you out,โ he says. โi almost pussied out.โ
โwell, iโm super glad you didnโt.โ
โyeah?โ
โyeah,โ you nod. โi wouldโve never done it myself.โ
โwhy not?โ
โduh. i thought you were out of my league.โ
he lets out a disbelieving sound.
โthatโs insane.โ
โis it?โ
โyes,โ he says firmly. โif anything, iโm the one punching above my weight here.โ
you lift your head. โyou really think that?โ
โi know that.โ
your smile turns softer this time.
โwell,โ you say, settling back against him. โgood thing we both ignored our own bad opinions.โ
he laughs for the millionth time that day, something very out of the ordinary for someone like ryomen. โi guess yr' right.โ
โhey,โ he says after a while of just being in each other's presence.
โhm?โ
โthis is just our first one.โ
you look at him. โfirst what?โ
โfirst valentineโs day together.โ
your heart grows ten times in size.
โfirst, huh? that's bold of you,โ you tease softly.
he smirks. โwell, i donโt plan on going anywhere.โ
you smile and press a small kiss to his shoulder through the fabric.
oh god. oh god. we got a kiss boys.
his body's gone completely stiff. every. single. part..
"someone's all nervous again, y'know, ryo? you're reallyโhmphโ!"
he cuts you off with a proper kiss, one smack bang in the centre of your lips with one hand tilting your head to face his, deepening it all.
as you're kissing back, his hands grip up on your waist. you reply by snaking your hands up his shirt against his warm torso, feeling each and every one of his rippling abs.
โnot so shy now, huh?โ
"what can i say... i'm getting comfortable." he laughs in reply, kissing you harder.
he moves his hips around, then grips your waist and lifts you straight into his lap like itโs nothing. you gasp softly against his mouth as you land there, legs settling on either side of his meaty thighs.
this kiss was nothing of the gentleness the first one had.
itโs much slower but somehow so much deeper.. he's got his hand placed at the back of your head, pushing your mouth against his rougher, the other holding you tight and snug against him. he tilts you just right so your lips press harder together.
you kiss him back just as eagerly, fingers pushing higher beneath his shirt, palms skimming over his pecs now.
he exhales through his nose, almost a laugh.
โbest valentineโs day iโve ever had,โ he murmurs against your mouth.
you smile into the kiss.
โyeah?โ
โyeah,โ he says, nudging you gently until youโre both tipping sideways, down down down until the blankets catch your weight. he lowers you down, hovering over you for a second, eyes dark with want but still appreciative.
this date? complete win, go ryomen.
and as he leans back in to kiss you softly, the fairy lights glowing around you sparking long like a second set of glimmering stars, he knows heโs never going back to anything less than this. than you.
valentine's day with the cute girl from his chem was a complete success.
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