step 1: bring (drag) your loving husband to the opticians.

step 2! next, go take those long tests that drag on forever—you know, the ones with air balloons and letters.

step 3! then waffle on to the optician about your eyesight while holding Nanami's hand.

step 4! now, finally, the best and final part: drag nanami around to find your next pair of glasses!

searching for a new pair of glasses is always fun with nanami, looking up and down the rows upon rows of glasses and asking him which pair suits you the most. He always ends up finding you the best glasses, every. single. time.

you feeling dizzy with your new prescription glasses? then he's keeping a pack of paracetamol by his side at all times.

are your glasses dirty? then nanami's thoroughly cleaning them for about 7 minutes.

You lay the image down on the corkboard, pressing it in place with a thumb tack along the purple line that was strung along the length of the board as well. There were some pictures on their already, commemorating important moments and milestones within your relationship to date. From said first date to the most recent vacation the two of you took to Haiti, plus the many more photos you had stacked in tiny piles next to either of you, the tracking activity was something the both of you were enjoying far more than what you thought you would.

“Okay, but what about this one? The one Nakia took of us by the beachside?” Shuri hands you a polaroid of said picture, the memories of the evening flooding back to you. It was your first anniversary together, and it just so happened to fall in the timeframe you both were going to see Nakia and to check up on the progress of the school she was running. Spending a night out on the beach with a moonlight picnic, the intimacy of the date made you feel like a true princess; and so lucky the two of you were that Nakia came by and offered to commemorate the moment with a picture.

“You know what would make this board really complete?” You said to Shuri, a little smile on your face that always told her that you were up to something. 

“What are you suggesting, love?” The royal questions, eyebrows raised curiously. She watches as you instantly raise, trotting over to the nearby dresser, and pulling out the white polaroid camera the two of you bought while in the states. As you return to your spot on the ground, you beckon Shuri to shift closer to you to be in the camera’s view.

“Let’s take a picture here,” you said, “to commemorate where we are in our relationship now!”

Shuri looks at you with an immense amount of love in her eyes, lips stretched wide across her face in a smile as she nods to your request. She makes it a special picture, too, planting a kiss on your cheek as you take the perfect snapshot. She’ll have to remember to get copies of this polaroid made, so that she can keep one for herself, to remember one of the happiest moments she’s ever had in her life.

you shuffled around in his lap a little before he firmly held onto your hips, holding you down.

"luv?, whatcha doin?" hes not sure if your aware that your grinding on him just the slightest. "hey um, bie'.. do you think i could try smoking with you?" you mutter, kind of embarrassed, of never having had smoked before.

so a few minutes later, you were seated across from each other, hobie explaining what to do, and what not.

"you dont wanna keep it in too long, yeah? but dont exhale immediately." he explained, his hands gesturing and practically talking along with him, sliding the blunt into your hand.

bringing it up to your mouth, you take a sharp drag, before exhaling, coughing from the effect, it was sweet yet a little bitter, it had a strange aftertaste to it.

he chuckled, rubbing your back and patting it gently, "you did good f' ya first dove."

leaning back a little for stability, his hands propping his up as he watched you.

"it has a weird taste, its not bad but like its kinda bittersweet." explaining, smaller coughs escaping you, your eyes stung a little. hesitantly, you took another drag, a little deeper, but softer. waiting a moment before exhaling, to your surprise, not coughing.

your eyes lit up, turning to him, hands slightly raised. he sat up, eyes glistening in admiration, seeing you excited over something so small made his heart beat a little faster.

"i forgot to tell you, this is probably gonna hit tha' hardest since its ya first.. id suggest only 2 to 5 hits.." tilting his head to look over at the blunt in your hand, then back at you.

"nah i can handle it."

yet a few minutes later, it had hit. and it hit hard.

"how d'ya feel?" he mumbled, you guys were back on your bed and his hands were on your waist, playing around with the band of your boxers. "has i' kicked in yet?"

"mhhh, i dunno, like im floating, and.. im here.." only small sounds escaped from you from here on out, inaudible babbling and giggling as you practically sank into his touch.

he genuinely laughs out loud from the state your in. "christ, ya absolutely baked luv." he mumbled through giggles, his long slender fingers making it onto the skin above the boxers, simply tracing little shapes onto your skin.

impulsively, out of nowhere, you flip over and make it so your facing him, he lifts his hand up confused, but not stopping you, your hands around his neck before you just collapse onto him.

"ya' need me so bad love? coulda jus' said so." he mumbled, his voice teasing, he moved one of his hands to your hip while the other gently ran up and down your spine.

you just spoke nonsense into his collarbone, nuzzling your head into the crook of his neck, almost nipping at it.

maybe you hadnt noticed it but hobie noticed the way you started gently straddling yourself on him, he could feel the ache between your thighs, the sheer fabric of your boxers not dismissing any subtle feeling. the high combined with the grinding sensation made it so so much better, the waves almost melting your brain.

"baby.." he whines, almost pitiful, his girl's trying to get off by just pushing her hips against him. he plants the sweetest kisses to her neck, his teeth gently biting down but not breaking skin. his hands inching farther up your shirt, hands cradled around your tits.

he could feel his tip leaking with precum, she was just too precious like this, your eyes tearing up from the neediness or from the high, maybe both. you left out a frustrated whine, and who was he to deny his girl?

a few minutes of just straight, slow, sloppy, panting thrusts, filling your needy cunt all the way up, his hands on your waist, guiding you back onto his dick, your face up against the couch and holding onto the pillows to ground yourself.

while hes fucking you hes also slowly taking drags of a blunt. blowing the smoke onto your lower back as he picks up the pace, earning pornstar—worthy moans out of you. "bie—" you shuddered, so incoherent and tears almost spilling from how much pleasure you were taking in.

"cmon baby.. use ya words, yeah?" he grips onto your waist a little more, his nails digging into your skin, the warm blunt in his hand as he gently pulls out before slamming back into you, the sound of your juices and skin slapping almost a rhythm.

and when he finally cums into you its almost an out-of-body experience, like your floating, back arching so far you thought you were gonna snap. finally, he pulls out, your evident orgasms rushing down your thighs. he flips you over, gently placing kisses on your heated face.