Today was finally the day.

After a week of drafting speeches and practicing them in the mirror, Harua could finally get through his confession without feeling like he’d stumble through the words. 

His roommate, Taki, knew about his crush on you. The two were friends before getting to University after all, and were lucky enough to be able to share a dorm room just the two of them. Harua had trusted his eccentric friend enough to tell him, and ever since he had, Taki had been nothing short of supportive, acting as Harua’s hypeman and #1 teaser at the same time.

The day he’d asked you to come to the park on a walk was here. He planned to confess to you near the perfume of the flowers, and last minute jitters had gotten the better of him. So he made a decision he came to regret very quickly.

“I promise I’ll be good! I won’t bother you at all.”

He brought Taki along. For support. Taki could distract and annoy anyone into forgetting their problems, it was one of his best charms. But now, as the pair entered the park and Harua saw you standing near the entrance staring at your phone, he stood still.

You were beautiful. As always, with the way your hair shone in the light and the way your natural expression highlighted your lips and how your eyes lit up and you grinned so wide when you were excited. So beautiful the nerves bubbled up again. His breath hitched, enough for Taki to notice.

“Hey, don’t worry, she’ll like you back! You’ve been nice to her right? Girls like that!” 

That wouldn’t have been comforting even if his friend had a second’s worth of dating experience in his 21 years of life. ‘Girls like guys who are nice to them.’ Really. Harua could never have guessed. His friend was truly a revolutionary mind in the realm of dating. He rolled his eyes, both him and you still unmoving from your spots. You out of unknowing he’d arrived, and him out of fear of what was to come. The fear of your possible rejection.

The silence between the three of you and nothing happening got boring quickly. Harua wouldn’t move if no one did anything. So Taki took it upon himself.

He grinned like a maniac as he shoved Harua towards you. Harua stumbled and almost fell, sending an annoyed look to Taki. Taki simply flashed him two thumbs up and mouthed ‘good luck’ before walking away, leaving Harua to fend for himself.

He turned back to you and heaved a deep breath, then walked over to you and tapped your shoulder. You looked up from your phone and set it in your pocket. 

“Harua! You’re here! You didn’t text!” your voice was as bright as it always was, the tone making him melt inside as you grinned warmly.

“Y-yeah, um, sorry about that. You’re close to the entrance so… I found you easily.”

He grasped for another topic of conversation. “Were you waiting long? I didn’t mean to be late.”

You waved your hand at him. “Nah, I got here early. You’re fine. So, you wanted to take me for a walk in the park?” You spoke with a questioning air, like a cheeky detective. 

“Yeah. I want to catch up. It’s been a while…”

It had been. Since the past few weeks had been exam season, and the class Harua had met you in was a general class taken by people in different courses, you hadn’t been able to see him in around a month and a half. Texts were scarce too. Between the time spent studying, praying and sleeping on his desk, there wasn’t time beyond short pleasantries. It had wounded his chest to be so out of reach, but his mind had taken on the focus of his classes.

Now that exam season was over, he could see you again, and he texted at the first opportunity.

“Well, let’s get on with it then.” You called him to join you with your hand, and you fell into a nice pace. Conversation about commiserating over exams, plans for the break, and updates on life events, jobs and special interests flowed as smoothly as he could muster. You’d gotten tickets for an upcoming concert, he was going to visit his family for a few days, it was beautifully mundane. But perfect.

The path stretched on, gravel crunching under your shoes as a soft wind blew through the trees and swayed the leaves. Small bushels and rows of flowers grew alongside the section of the path you’d found yourselves on, a circle edging a large centre courtyard of grass and groups of trees commonly used for picnics for their shade. Up ahead there was a part where the path diverged, marked by a tall hedge akin to a wall. 

The perfume of the flowers reached Harua’s nose, and that was where he stopped, standing still silently while waiting for you to notice. It took a few steps, but eventually your sentence cut off. You turned and made your way back to him.

“Rua? Everything okay? Why’d you stop?”

“There’s something I need to tell you.”

He took a deep breath. Now is the time. He can’t wimp out or stutter his words. He just had to say them and hope you reciprocated. And if you didn’t, then he’d have to hope it wasn’t awkward enough to end your friendship. He started sweating a little and hoped you didn’t notice. 

“Well, um…” He cleared his throat. “We’ve known each other a while, and you’ve been an amazing friend-”

He cut off upon seeing something moving behind you, dead centre in his field of vision. The figure jumped out of the hedge to his right and launched into an exaggerated version of a swooning, blushing lady. One arm out to the side, perched daintily on thin air, the other rested on his forehead. His facial expression called to mind a dramatic speech made by a lady in old romantic comedies begging to keep her lover near, and he spun around on tiptoes like if a ballerina wore sneakers.

It was Taki. 

Taki who was being the same menace he always was, except now he was getting in the way of Harua’s confession. The one he’d spent weeks practicing and perfecting. 

“Harua? You stopped talking.”

Taki mimed a side-splitting giggle before running into the nearest grove of trees. Harua hoped his annoyance hadn’t shown on his face before returning to his confession.

“Uh, yeah. Sorry. Just got distracted. Anyway, you’ve been a really good friend to me and I really enjoy being around you.”

“I really enjoy being around you too!” You smiled brightly.

Harua tried not to blush. 

But not blushing soon became an easy endeavour when no sooner had he opened his mouth to continue, who should come bursting out the trees, kicking his feet up and strumming like he was playing an electric guitar.

Harua didn’t even have to look around to know other people at the park were staring in confusion at what Taki was doing, maybe the odd young child asking their parents why that man was acting so weird, but clearly he didn’t care. He just wanted to distract Harua from getting out the words he needed to in one coherent monologue.

The extended silence between you and Harua grew as he failed not to show his annoyance this time. His eyes narrowed and he gritted his teeth, slowly moving his head to watch something behind you. But when you turned around, whatever he’d been so frustrated at was gone.

“Harua? Is everything okay?”

He broke out of his stupor. “Huh? Oh, yes. I’m fine. Just saw something odd. As I was saying, I really enjoy being around you, we always have so much fun and I was wondering-”

And his bastard of a roommate takes that moment to run out yet again. 

This time, he chose a medley of things to do. Over the top aegyo where he puffed out his cheeks and poked them, a failed attempt at breakdancing, thrusting his hips up like Vector from Despicable Me (which their mutual friend Maki had forced them to watch last movie night, claiming it was “a peak example of modern Western culture.” Harua still didn’t know what he meant) and finally, Taki intertwined his hands together and rested them under his chin while making exaggerated kissing gestures. All in the span of about ten seconds.

Harua had enough. He figured to just fuck it, rip the band aid off. 

“Would you go on a date with me?”

He was louder than he wanted, spurred on by sheer rage. 

Taki jumped up and down in excitement. “Yes!”

That led you to turn around in confusion. Ah. So this is why Harua had been so stop and start with what he had to say. You looked at the man, who you identified from photos as his roommate, Taki, jumping like a little kid with a wide grin on his face, very proud of himself.

Couple that with the murderous glare crossing Harua’s face, and you laughed.

That got Harua to stop glaring at his roommate and look at you incredulously. “You find him funny?”

You could barely speak through your giggles. “I find this situation funny. Why was he here?”

Harua turned sheepish. “I needed support.” He set his attention to Taki again. “But now, I’m gonna kill him.” 

He took one step towards Taki, who was dancing like a balloon man at a car dealership, before you stopped him. 

“Relax, you can kill him after we go on a date.”

Both men stopped still, a surprised expression on Harua and a gleeful one on Taki. Taki bent down and flung his arms out to point at his roommate, shouting “Yes!” over and over again. Harua, in contrast, contemplated if killing Taki in front of you would leave enough time for dessert. 

Instead, he shakily put his hand into yours. “Okay.” You smiled brightly, like you did so often when you spent time with him.

“See ya later, Taki! We’re going on a date!” You waved to him, and he waved back.

“See ya, y/n! Have fun!” 

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It was no secret your boyfriend was jacked.

His members knew it from sharing dorms with him for 4 years. 

His fans knew it from the numerous times he'd graced them by wearing a singlet and showed off his arms. When he blessed them by opening or outright taking off his shirt to reveal his abs.

You knew it because you must've saved a country in a past life. To be the lucky person who got to see his body every time you asked, or pouted, or so much as batted your eyelashes in that specific slow way.

But seeing can only do so much to calm the lust infused curiosity inside you. You'd felt his arms. Both when your arms were linked together while walking outside a row of shops, and the times you'd straight up asked to see them. He'd obliged with a chuckle, folding up his arm and flexing. 

The muscles of his biceps hadn't so much as twitched or flinched when you gingerly touched them. Rock solid barely did them justice, his biceps could rival diamonds. And they were so thick too. Your hands weren't the biggest, but they weren't the smallest either. Still, when you wrapped your hand around his arm, there was a sizeable portion of the circumference left untouched. 

The feeling of the hard muscle cording under soft skin had made your mouth water. And God help you when he flexed the muscle back and forth. You almost fainted from the mass of blood that pooled to your pussy, suddenly developing strength of your own to pull him into the bedroom and ride him until your entire body ached and shivered.

But there was one other thing you'd yet to check off your bucket list. You, for some unfathomable reason, had not felt up his abs yet. 

Looking at him now, freshly showered and sitting on the couch in a t-shirt almost bursting at the seams from the sheer size of his pecs, the fabric stretched tight enough to see the divots of his abs through the black fabric, you had never felt stupider. How could you have neglected the majesty that was Fuma's abs? What a blessing to have a face and heart so distracting it diverted your gaze from below, but enough was enough. 

God, he'd been so excited to be in that magazine. 

His gaze was narrowed as you gaped at the pages. This man, your personal ruin, didn’t even bother to hide the smirk on his face as you unblinkingly stared at the brazen display of male perfection in that magazine. How could you blink? It would take away a split second better spent admiring the ethereal man in the photos. The same man sat on the other side of your couch chuckling as he stared at you.

You couldn’t even form any compliments to give him. All your thoughts consisted of undignified barking and promises that you were going to suck his dick as a reward for the blessing your eyes received. God, the long blonde hair in the half-up, the warm lighting highlighting his beautiful dark brown eyes. The harsh ridges of his abs peeking through the black suit. It made your mouth water. You were sure you were drooling. 

“Do you like it, love?” The deep timbre of his voice asked, so perfectly matching the flawless masculinity of his body. 

You could barely answer, too set in your daze. Of all the thoughts soaked in your lust, one rose to the surface and stayed.

You had to feel this man’s abs, now. 

You swallowed thickly and put the magazine down on the couch cushion beside you. Then looked at him. He’d changed his hair now, a shorter wolfcut in a dirty blonde, but his eyes were still the exact same dark brown. Except for now, when they were narrowed and his mouth upturned in a smug smirk, knowing of the effect he had on you. He dipped the tip of his thumb in his mouth back and forth while pretending to wonder why you were so out of your mind.

As if he wasn’t the one whose mere existence sent you into a spiral of horny madness. 

You got up from your spot on the couch and sat beside him, your thigh pressed into his. You stared directly into his face, still donning the smug expression. He placed his hand on your thigh, sending a wave of heat spreading through your body.

“So did you like it?” The tease.

You breathed deeply, barely holding yourself back. “Yes.” Your voice was deceptively calm.

The hand that was touching your thigh moved up to curl your hair in his fingers. You pressed deeper into him, sneaking a hand onto his ribcage. The t-shirt he was wearing did a comically poor job at hiding his frame, the fabric sticking to his pecs like tape and even revealing the shadows of what was below them. You moved your hand up and down like you were petting him, trying to sneak a feel further and further down.

But Fuma was no idiot.

He smiled wider as he took your wandering hand in his and pressed a kiss to it. “Something you want to ask?”

He was urging you. He knew what you wanted, but if there was one thing Fuma loved, it was watching you fluster and squirm before finally giving in to your desires and asking for what you truly wanted. You weren’t going to get a feel unless you asked him yourself.

You blinked at him, used to his games and unsurprised by his request. But unbeknownst to him, you knew exactly what you wanted. Your usual fluster wasn’t showing her face. 

Just pure, carnal, want.

So you had no qualms voicing your wants.

“I want to feel your abs.”

He raised an eyebrow, but his eyes gleamed. “You can.”

You didn’t waste a millisecond. Blasting out of your relaxed stance curled up at his side, you tugged at the poor excuse of a shirt until he laughed brightly, taking it off and letting it fall to the floor.

There they were. In all their majesty. Thick, strong planes of muscle divided by deep ridges. A smattering of dark hair that traced below his belly button to under his pants. Your gaze zeroed in on them, ripe for the feeling, and Fuma, in all this teasing menace, flexed them, the few seconds you’d spent admiring him too long to stroke his ego.

You placed your hand down over them. Splayed out, like you didn’t know what to do but were greedy nonetheless. They were hard. Harder than his arms. Dense and unyielding. A sign of true strength that made your mouth water at what they represented. You ran your fingers up to the top of them, making your way down at a snail’s pace. This was the first time you’d done this, you were going to savour it like a five course meal.

His body was so different to yours. Where you were soft, he was toned to the gods. A modern day Adonis. 

Every centimetre, every groove your fingers caught on made you shiver. You’d known your boyfriend was strong, your goings on in bed were more than enough proof of his prowess. But getting to feel them, hard muscle signature of the ideal figure, was a different story. It spoke to the primal urge inside you that screamed to take. The type of partner bested by none, one that could provide everything you wanted, needed.

It wasn’t shocking to the mind, but to the body, your body, as you traced the lines, it made you gape in surprise. It was your reaction to the pictures in the magazine all over again. Fuma pulled you into him, settling your head in the crook of his neck as you rested your hand over him, stopping completely and catching up with the rush of heat spreading into every corner of your body. You stuttered out a breath.

“Wow…”

He laughed. “That’s all you have to say? Wow?”

Your hand shifted a fraction. “They’re so… hard.”

You stroked your hair. “Yeah. They are. Like them?”

You moved to look at him. “You know I do.”

He chuckled. “Just checking, love.”

The petname in his deep voice alone was enough to have an effect on you, but the symbol of his love combined with the panty-dropping sight and feel underneath your fingers was enough for a fresh wave of your juices to soak your panties beyond saving. You looked down at his abs again, your eyes calculating your next move. Fuma followed suit, instead his eyes carried a cocky glint. 

You trailed your hand downwards. Slowly still, past the bottom two planes of pure muscle and dusting of hair leading into the waistband of his pants. Fuma breathed sharply, shifting his stance on the couch to spread his legs and give you what you wanted to take. 

Or so he thought.

For your hand didn’t tease down to his crotch. Didn’t breeze over the half-hard bulge in his pants, certainly didn’t cup it and squeeze it lightly that made him roll back his head. No. You simply rested it on his thigh, rubbing right up on his groin a centimetre away from his dick. He breathed heavy, joining you in your lust as you rubbed him in the exact spot where he could feel you just enough to be on his radar, but not enough to actually feel anything where he was growing to need it the most.

“Love…” he groaned. “Don’t tease.”

You laughed in your throat sweetly. Then pressed a kiss to his cheek. “Okay.”

You climbed into his lap, swinging one leg over his thighs and boxing him in. He looked up at you, surprised but waiting for your next move. Your hands were on his shoulders, the warmth of them matching your hands as they slid down his torso. Your knuckles caught the swells of his pecs, the brush of one against his nipple earning you a hitch in his breath. They bumped against the ridges separating the abs you were admiring earlier, and you allowed yourself a final few seconds of staring before they suddenly rose up to hold his arms down. Right at his biceps.

You pressed your body into him, sliding down until your face was rested against his abs. You pressed your cheek into the muscle and smiled up at him in cheeky warning before kissing his abs. 

All around, not one area of the skin and muscle underneath was left untouched by your lips. Fuma remained quiet, a faux sign of composure, because he was losing his mind. Watching you worship his abs like this, the view of your head against his front and your soft lips against the sensitive skin. It did something to him he didn’t realise he’d never felt before. It was like when you gave him a blowjob. On your knees, his dick in your mouth, switching between focus on his dick and looking half-lidded into his eyes like you were drunk on the taste of his dick and the pleasure it gave him. But less so. Less sensation that still made his mind go fuzzy and electric at the same time. A frayed wire, rather than a live one. 

And then you started sucking. 

You caught whatever skin of his abs you could between your teeth. And sucked. Rhythmic passes of softly biting the skin between your teeth and sucking on it. The wet feeling of your mouth on the sensitive skin made Fuma moan, spurring you further. One hickey after another. You were insatiable, needing your boyfriend’s abs in your mouth and making sure the purple and red marks you were sucking into them ensured no other woman was seeing them for at least a week. No fan was getting their Fuma fix for the time being. No, this man was all yours. You were the lucky one and only. 

You stopped for a few seconds, sitting yourself down on your knees on the floor, your hands pressed on his inner thighs to keep him from closing his legs in sheer sensitivity. Then continued your painting on his skin. With every pulse of your mouth and teeth it made him harder, his cock noticeably pressed against the drawstring of his thin pants. He groaned at a particularly hard bite, looking down at you as you looked up. Your doe-eyed gaze would’ve been innocent had you not still had his abs in your mouth, and the cheeky wink you gave him made another moan leave him. He was sweating by now, rivulets perspiring on his skin and pooling in the grooves of his muscles that you more than heartily licked up as you kissed him.

His restraint was leaving him. The sight of you on your knees never failed to get him riled up, but the lack of stimulation to his dick was making him slowly go insane. He didn’t know how long he could take rutting his hips into nothing before he simply pulled you off him, wrenched his pants down and stuck his cock down your throat where he could get some relief from the pulsing hardness in his boxers. 

Thankfully though, you appeared to be on the same wavelength as him. You’d left an obscene smattering of hickies all along his abdomen. Some were on his abs, some in the grooves between them, others had been deeply more excruciating to handle because they’d been over his happy trail. Your lips left his skin, puffy and bruised a deep shade of red, and you looked up at him with a horny half-lidded gaze as you rubbed his thighs. 

“Do it or I’m going to do it for you.” Fuma struggled to speak between groans, his patience a thread away from snapping.

You stopped for a few seconds while pretending to ponder his warning. Then grinned. You passed a hand over the swell of his crotch, the fabric bulging outwards from the size of his dick. He groaned when you took it out of his boxers, hissing at the sudden cold air on his dick despite the atmosphere being so heated. His whole body was sweating under your touch now, giving a sheen to his skin and dampening his hairline. 

His cock twitched in your hand as he breathed heavily. He was almost shaking with anticipation of your wet mouth on his cock. 

“Do it.” His voice strained.

You chuckled and kissed his tip.