#anginophobia

You’ve had… better ideas than this.

Much better ideas than this. And regretted a few. But you couldn’t decide if this was a regrettable decision or the best decision you’ve ever made. All you tried to do was to get your two guy best friends to get along, is that too much to ask?

Apparently it is.

That morning, you had texted both of them separately, asking them to come over around noon for a movie you bought the day before. Sure, you didn’t say that the other one was coming as well, but there wasn’t any harm in a surprise, was there? At least you didn’t think so.

Crowe was the first to show up, ten minutes early. Not that it had bothered you. You had told him to wait on the couch while you finish getting everything ready. And he did just that, waiting patiently, thinking that it would be only you two. Until there was another knock on the door five minutes later, and it was none other than Sol. Who else would it have been, really?

But as soon as the two guys saw each other, the room felt… tense. You could probably cut through the air with a knife from how suffocating it was.

You were sitting in between them on your couch, the movie playing in front of you three, but no one was watching it. Sol was busy throwing glares in Crowe’s direction. Crowe was trying to focus on the movie, but obviously couldn’t because of Sol. And you were just.. there. Right in the middle of their… whatever this was they were doing.

This was so bad. You just wanted them to get along for one afternoon.

You reached for the popcorn on the coffee table, picking it up and offering some to Crowe first, being polite, trying to break the very uncomfortable silence.

“Would you like some popcorn?” You gave him a gentle smile that made his heart skip a beat. Of course he took some, because it was you that was offering it to him. But the death glare Sol gave him didn’t go unnoticed from either of you.

You turned and offered some to Sol. “Popcorn?”

He tore his gaze from Crowe to you, a gentle smile on his lips the moment he looked at you. He shook his head, not voicing his answer before going back to glare at Crowe for even existing in your presence.

And with that, the tension is back. You tried to ignore it, eating some popcorn of your own until Sol grabbed your wrist suddenly, making both you and Crowe look at him.

“Pumpkin, your fingers are dirty,” His red-orange eyes flicked to Crowe for a brief moment, as if making sure he was looking before looking back to you. “Let me clean you up.”

You blinked in confusion, unsure of what he meant by that. “Sol, what are you–” Without letting you finish your sentence, he brought your index and middle finger up to his mouth, his tongue darting out to lick the pad of your fingertips, tasting the buttery and salty goodness of the popcorn and you.

Your face burned as he licked and gently sucked on your fingers, his eyes closing as he savored the taste, humming softly around your fingers, the vibrations sending shivers through your nerves. The warm and wet feeling of his mouth making gentle sucks sent a soft yet audible shudder through your body.

Sol finally pulled your fingers out of his mouth, a string of saliva connecting from his lips to your wet fingers, breaking as he opened his eyes, his face left flushed. Yet his eyes bore into yours, his pupils dilating the longer he looked at you.

Crowe’s expression was horrified at the sight before him. He couldn’t form a single thought other than the image of Sol’s mouth on your fingers burned into his brain. Was Crowe going to let this stand? No. This was war.

You felt Crowe gently grab your jaw, turning your head to face him. He gave you a gentle smile, his eyes seemingly darker than you remembered them being before.

“Starlight, you have a little something right–” He leaned in, his hand on your jaw tightening slightly, ensuring you wouldn’t pull away. “There.” His tongue licked the corner of your mouth suddenly, making your breath hitched from the contact.

Crowe gazed over to Sol, noticing how very closely Sol was watching. Sol’s eyes narrowed at Crowe, but it didn’t scare him. Not one bit.

As soon as Crowe pulled away, Sol let go of your wrist and took your face in his hand, turning your face to him a little too roughly before his mouth crashed into yours, muffling your gasp. Sol never looked away from Crowe as he kissed you, watching as Crowe’s face crumbled from watching you two.

It was a war. A war of taking turns on kissing them, of who would get your attention more than the other. And the kissing soon turned into groping and grabbing, a race to see who would be able to take your clothes off first. A race to get you into your bedroom while trying to kiss and touch you.

It was happening so fast that you didn’t know how to process everything, didn’t know who to touch first, who to kiss back. You thought you could feel one of them biting your skin, but you couldn’t tell who it was, not with both of their mouths on you.

When you felt them pulling you down on your bed, Sol tried to take over first, kissing you deeply, his tongue slipping into your mouth, letting you feel his pierced tongue exploring yours. Then you felt Crowe’s tongue on your body, his smooth and wet tongue running up your ribcage until his mouth found your nipple—capturing it and giving it a gentle suck, making you cry out against Sol’s mouth from the feeling. It was an intense sensation yet you didn’t want it to stop.

That would be a crime if they stopped now.

Sol’s hand slid down your stomach, then lower, before dipping between your legs, making you gasp as his middle finger rubbed up and down your slit, gathering enough wetness before bringing that finger up to his lips, pulling back from you to lick his finger. The soft hum of approval made your stomach clench from anticipation.

Crowe noticed your attention wasn’t on him, making him gently nip at your wet peak, making it ache more before he soothed it with his tongue. You groaned, tearing your gaze from Sol to Crowe, feeling him dragging his tongue from your hardened nipple and up to your neck, gently starting to suck on the hollow spot near your collar bone.

Sol watched for a moment, watching how the person he hated most left a dark red mark on the person that he loves most. It was unacceptable. 

He moved down on your body, placing wet open-mouthed kisses along your stomach, moving lower until his head was between your legs. His hands opening your thighs more for him, fingertips digging into your skin as he buried his face into your wet cunt, his tongue licking up your wetness.

“Ah!~” You tilted your head back on your bed, your legs instinctively moving to close around Sol’s head, but he kept them open as he ate you out—licking and swirling his tongue as if trying to taste all of you, inside and out. As if he was eating something for the first time in a long time.

Crowe lifted his head up from your neck, smashing his lips into yours, nipping at your bottom lip before letting his tongue slide into your mouth, muffling the sounds you were making. The sounds you were making because of Sol.

It was so… erotic. How they fight over you, your attention, your lust. You wanted more, to see how far you could take them before they break. Before they tried to tear each other apart before either of them got inside you.

You leaned into the kiss, one hand coming up and into his hair, kissing Crowe back deeply and desperately. He groaned against your mouth, one hand coming up and gently grabbed your hardened nipple in between his index finger and thumb. He gently twisted it, making a moan rip from the back of your throat, arching into his touch.

Sol noticed. Of course he did. You wanted him to notice.

Sol doubled his efforts, moving his tongue inside you, fucking you with it, making you feel the ball on his tongue gently scratching you in the most pleasurable way imaginable.

You tore your lips from Crowe’s, a moan breaking free, a moan that made both Sol and Crowe’s cocks stir in their pants. Crowe gently grabbed your face again, turning you so you could kiss him again.

“Pay attention, my Starlight.” He whispered against your lips, but Sol heard. And he hated it.

Sol got up then, his mouth and tongue no longer giving you the pleasure that you so desperately wanted. He shoved Crowe a little but still hard enough to make him stop kissing you to look at the angry man.

“Hey, be careful.”

“You. Why can’t you just go away? Why are you always around like a damn fly?”

Crowe gave him a confused look, unsure what he meant, but Crowe didn’t really care right now. He turned back to you, seeing the rise and fall of your chest, your flushed and pouty face before looking back at Sol.

“Hate me all you want, but I only care about her.” He gently cupped your chin, squishing your cheeks a little, making you look even more cuter to them. “You can either continue what you were doing or move out of the way and let me do it. I have no doubt that after a few licks from me she’ll cum sooner.”

If Sol didn’t hate Crowe before, he definitely does now.

As if taking his challenge, Sol leaned down and pushed his tongue back into you, making you whimper from the wet sensation again. Crowe went back to what he had been doing; teasing your aching breasts, kissing you breathlessly.

The sensations were too much, too much for your mind to comprehend, too much for your body to adjust and to handle. Especially all at once. But then Sol’s tongue found your clit, using the ball on his tongue to tease it, flicking against it.

It was overstimulating. You didn’t know when or how it happened so quickly; your body became tense, tilting your head back as a hoarse cry came out of you as waves of pleasure crashed into you, seeping deep into your nerves and bones. And the evidence of it was all over Sol’s mouth and face.

Your body went limp on your bed as Sol leaned upwards, licking his lips with another hum of approval. You panted heavily, feeling Crowe’s fingertips dance along your burning hot skin. Teasing your nerves.

“I think that took a lot out of her.” You heard Crowe say, his voice soft and gentle, like a warm blanket after a cold shower.

“It looked like it did… but I think she can handle more.”

You lifted your head when Sol said that, looking at him as if he was crazy. Well, he was insane. For you. They both were.

Crowe looked down at you, gently cupping your cheek, making you look up at him.

“Can you handle more, my Goddess?”

The way he asked that, the way he worded it made you want to submit to whatever they wanted. To anyone else, it may have seemed like he was giving you a choice. But you knew you didn’t, but Crowe wasn’t the type to take like Sol was. He wanted you to say it. To voice that you want more from them, to take whatever they wanted to give to you willingly.

“Y-Yes…” You stuttered out, despite your core aching and your body in bliss. You still wanted more. You wanted all of them.

Crowe’s lips twitched as he tried to conceal his smirk, moving a hand down to undo his dress pants.

“Whatever my sweetheart wants.~”

You felt Sol’s hands running up your thighs, moving to grip your hips and suddenly pulled you down closer to him. You whined at the feeling of his bulge in his jeans pressing against your wet core.

In that moment, you knew that you did indeed have a bad idea making them come over for a movie. But it wasn’t regrettable. No. Far from it.

"Yes."

You blinked at Sol's eager answer to the question you didn't even get to ask. All you did was walk up to him, calling out his name and started to propose a little game with him when he interrupted you to give you his response.

That's Sol for you. Always eager when it came to you. You noticed it many times before, sometimes even taking advantage of it because you found it fun.

"You don't even know what I was going to say."

He didn't look guilty or remorseful to have already answered your question. Well, that took the fun out of asking.

"Whatever it is, I'll do it happily. As long as it's you..."

You didn't know the last part that he said, but you shrugged it off. Sol was a weird person, you knew that. It's one of the reasons why you like him so much. Romantically, that is.

"Well, I suppose that settles it then. You are now my fake boyfriend!" You exclaimed, lifting a hand to point at him with a wink, your other hand on your hip.

His face faltered slightly at your excited words, blinking once. Twice. "Fake boyfriend...?"

You nodded, humming in answer. "Yep! You'll do everything a boyfriend would do, just in front of people, so that they can believe that we are together, even though we aren't actually."

He looked down for a moment, almost sadly before covering it up before you could notice it with a small smile, looking back at you.

"Ok then, I'll be your fake boyfriend."

And Sol kept his word, being a fake boyfriend to you. A really great one, in fact.

Sol was very attentive to your needs, almost obsessively. If your feet hurt from walking, he wouldn't hesitate to pick you up and carry you everywhere. If you complained about not eating breakfast that morning, he would immediately give you his bento box that he made for his lunch, not even caring if he wouldn't be able to eat during lunchtime.

He was almost the perfect boyfriend. Almost. Save for the parts where Sol would glare at any and everybody who even tried to come near you. There were times where you would just look at him in disbelief when he almost got into a fight with someone who just accidentally knocked their shoulder into yours.

It was a lot. Intense, even. You hadn't expected Sol to be a... possessive boyfriend. Though, you wouldn't say you hated it. It made you feel protected, wanted even. You couldn't explain it but just seeing how he would defend and fight for you immediately made something dark stir in the pit of your stomach. You liked it. You could even say you loved it.

But it all came to a halt one evening when you stayed late at the campus, tending to the college's Gardens as usual when you heard something from a distance.

It was faint, but you heard it.

Your hands stopped digging into the dirt for one of the new flowers, straining your ears to listen, for anything. Then you heard it again. Grunting in the distance.

You set the mini shovel down on the concrete floor, taking off the garden gloves as you stood up, looking out of the glass and into the woods. It sounded like it was coming from there.

Part of you knew you should have ignored it, maybe it was just two students getting it on or something. But that small dark lingering part in the pit of your stomach made you want to go check it out, the dark stir tugging you towards the grunting sounds.

You left the greenhouse and made your way to the sound, trying to make your footsteps light against the fallen leaves of fall.

You could hear your heart starting to pound in your ears, faintly at first, but each step you took towards the noise that harder and louder your heart seemed to become.

The sounds lead you to an old toolshed, the grunting had stopped a few moments ago, as if whoever in there had stopped whatever they were doing.

You hesitated, your breathing uneven from your nerves. But you forced your feet to start moving, walking slowly up to the door of the shed, the leaves wet and soft under your shoes, hiding your footsteps. It smelled faintly of something metallic.

You reached the knob with a shaky hand, grasping the cold rusty metal against your hand and turned it, pushing the door open.

The smell hits you first, the smell stronger than when the door was closed, something metallic and coppery. Then the sight of in the shed made you freeze.

There was blood pooling on the wooden floor, seemingly fresh. Someone laying on the floor, unmoving, not breathing from where you stood. Then the man that turned when the door opened, his expression softening then panicked.

Your heart clenched in your chest. "Sol...?"

"Pumpkin, you're not supposed to be here." He dropped the axe, making you flinch at the clinking sound of the bloody blade. He turned his body to face you fully, reaching out to you with bloody hands, blood splattered on his face. "Please, please don't be scared of me. I-I did it to protect you. To protect us."

Your eyes went to the person on the floor, feeling the blood draining from your face at the sight. The guy's head was cut, almost chopped off but not quite. You don't recognize him.

Sol walked to you, reaching out to touch your face only to stop, as if remembering the blood on his hands. Instead, he grabbed your arms, trying to pull you closer to him, making you look back at him instead of the body.

"Please.. don't hate me. He was going to break us apart. I had to!" He looked at you with a pleading expression, tears beginning to form in his eyes out of desperation for you to believe him.

You couldn't believe him. Your Sol? A killer? He couldn't be! But it was hard to deny it with blood tainted on his skin. You should be disgusted, feeling hate for him killing another person who was innocent and did nothing wrong.

Yet you didn't. The opposite, in fact. You felt... warm on the inside, from the fact that he took action to keep this relationship, even if it was supposed to be fake.

"Why..?" It was the only response you could form.

He gave you a small sad smile that said too many words at once.

"Because I love you."

He loves you? Oh, you dreamed of him saying it to you, but you didn't think he actually felt that way about you. You weren't supposed to love a killer, to love someone who would hurt others for no reason.

But not Sol. He wasn't a killer. He was a protector. A lover, not a fighter.

You reached out, gently cupping his face. He immediately leaned into your touch, letting out a soft pained whimper, a single tear escaping beneath his lashes.

"I.. love you too, Sol."

He opened his eyes, his red-orange eyes searching yours, as if trying to see if he heard you right. He did. He couldn't stop himself from wrapping his arms around your waist and burying his face in the crook of your neck, his lips kissing your soft skin, his hot breath on your skin as he muttered softly against it.

"My love... my pumpkin... mine..."

You should feel scared. But you didn't. You just continued to love him.

𝕃𝕠𝕧𝕖 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕢𝕦𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕒𝕝𝕝, 𝕕𝕠𝕖𝕤𝕟'𝕥 𝕚𝕥?

"Fake... dating?"

Crowe gave you a confused expression as he set down a stack of student council books he was carrying.

You had seen Crowe in the hall of your school, deciding to walk with him when an idea had come to you. Why not ask him to be in a fake relationship with you? Was it a strange and out-of-pocket idea? Yes, yes it was. But it was a better than straight up asking him to go out with you. Then it won't hurt as badly if he says no.

You nodded, leaning against a desk. "Yea, you know, where two people decide to just date without actually dating."

He gave you an expression that might've said 'oh really? I didn't know that'. "I know what fake dating is. But why all of the sudden do you want to do that, with me nonetheless?"

You shrugged, looking down at the floor, watching your shoe lightly hitting the floor. "I just thought it would be fun to do." You looked at him, flashing that charming smile of yours. "Think of it as a... test run."

He raised an eyebrow. "Test run?"

"Mhm! To see if we—" You waved your finger in between you and him. "Are compatible with each other. Dating wise."

He blinked, his eyes wide and confused. Was it a bit of a stretch of the truth? A little, but a part of you hoped he would agree to do it. It would be the closest thing you'd have with a relationship with him.

He stared at you for a moment before his lips broke into a teasing smile. "A compatibility test, huh? Alright then, I'll do it."

Holy shit. You didn't expect him to actually agree.

You kept yourself composed, giving him that smug look of yours. "Let the test begin. May the odd be ever in your favor.~"

... Well, Crowe took this test very seriously. Almost literal.

Crowe was beyond your expectations as a boyfriend. And he was very public about it. Always taking your hand in his, wrapping his arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him any chance that he had gotten. Who knew the kindly prince would be so touchy?

Not that you could ever complain about it. You liked having his attention. A lot. Almost too much. And he seemed to like yours too. Maybe more than you liked his.

There was a time when Crowe was walking with you to your next class, as any boyfriend should do, when one of your classmates from a different class came up to you to ask you just a few questions about something you both were studying. As you two were talking, you could feel something... dark emanating from Crowe, but when you would look at him, he would just smile at you.

Yet you could tell something would be bothering him. But you'd brush it off, not thinking about it until he would wrap his hand around your shoulder, squeezing a little tighter than normally, looking at the student with a smile that was less gentle to them.

"Excuse us, I need to bring my partner to their class." And with that, he would drag you away from the student a little too quick than what a normal person would have done.

There were many other instances than that, but that one would always send a cold shiver down your spine. Not a scared one either.

One evening, you received a text from Crowe to meet up together after school. Saying that he wanted to show you something. Very ominous. Yet exciting.

You made your way to the school gate, seeing Crowe already there, looking a little nervous than his usual calm and collected self. When you approached, he finally noticed you, his gaze softening and his gentle smile widening.

"You came."

You tilted your head to the side. "Of course I did. Why wouldn't I?"

He looked down for a moment before looking back up, holding out his hand instead of answering your question. You looked at his hand for a moment before wrapping your arm around his instead of holding his hand.

He blinked, his cheeks becoming a dusty pink before he smiled brightened, his hand going on yours to gently squeeze it. He grabbed his bag and you two began to walk together, walking away from the school grounds.

You two talked for the beginning part of your walk, giggling and enjoying each other's company. But after a while, with nothing else to talk about, you both fell silent, walking together in arm in arm.

"Hey, Crowe, where are we going?" You finally asked, the question gnawing at your insides the whole time you two walked.

"You'll see. It's my favorite place."

You watched him for a moment before looking away, trusting him that he wouldn't murder you once you two were alone.

After a few more minutes of walking, he stopped, gently tugging you to follow him into a private path that seemed a little abandoned, with all the leaves and bushes in the way. You followed him, that small feeling of thinking you're going to be murdered growing a little bigger now.

He helped lead you down the path, moving his hand to hold yours instead of letting you hold his arm. Suddenly, he stopped and turned to look at you, letting go of your hand.

"Here we are." He announced, raising his arm and turning, letting you see the place he wanted to show you. You stared in awe, seeing the view of the bright city in the distance, a big beautiful and full tree nestled into the ground. You expected many things, but this was not one of them.

Seeing your expression, he smiled happily, moving to the tree, standing under it. "Have you ever heard of the Lily's myth before?" He asked suddenly, turning to look at you. You raised an eyebrow.

"Lily's myth?"

He smiled softly and turned to the tree, reaching out to press his palm against the bark of it. You walked closer to him, standing beside him as he kept looking at the tree.

"People say that this tree came that the humans came in contact with was blessed by the gods that guard the land. This tree used to bear multiple fruits that never rot and are free for anyone to take... says the more popular interpretation would say."

You looked at him, a little confused. "Popular interpretations?"

He nodded, turning to look at you. "Some say that the fruits are poisonous, others say that no one should take them, lest they be cursed."

You blinked, wincing a little at the other interpretations of the myth. "Sounds gruesome."

He let out a soft chuckle and nodded, tilting his head slightly as he watched you, his pupils dilating slightly. "Very... I just wanted you to see this place. It's beauty." He reached to you and gently cupped your cheek.

You felt your face start to burn from his gentle touch, his soft words. His lips, his eyes... everything about him was making you flustered.

"I don't want to fake date." He said suddenly. You blinked. Oh. Was this his way of stopping it gently. Did he not thing you two were compatible together like you did? He continued speaking softly.

"I want to be with you. For real. Officially."

You felt your heart flutter in your chest from his... confession? That is a confession, right? Whatever, he wants to be with you!

"I want to be with you too. Officially together." You said quickly, as if he would take his words back if you didn't confess to him in that moment.

He let out a breath that you didn't realize he was holding and without waiting, he leaned in, kissing you softly, his hands still cupping your cheeks.

You didn't hesitate to kiss him back.

𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕖𝕤𝕥 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕥𝕙 𝕚𝕥.

"No."

The answer was immediate; cold and straightforward. Just like him. God, it was hot when he was so cold towards you, even if you two were best friends. Or, well, you believed you two were best friends. Geo just... tolerates you. He lets you in his bubble, lets you linger near him, because he tolerates you.

You pouted, crossing your arms over your chest. "Oh, come on. Don't be such a Debbie Downer. How could you reject such a wonderful person like me?"

He gave you a deadpan look, but it only made you smile at him, feigning innocence.

"There's no benefit of me participating in such an activity." He stuffed his hands in his hoodie pocket, starting to move past you to head to the car that was waiting for him at the other side of the college gates.

You turned to face him, his back to you. You hated when he left, but you love watching him leave.

"Actually, there is something beneficial for you in this." You called out to him, but he didn't even stop to listen to what it was, he didn't want to hear it. Yet you said it anyways, loud and clear for him to hear it as he reached the gate. "It'll help with your little... problem."

He stopped walking but didn't turn to look at you. He was quiet for a moment, but then you heard him speak, his voice still cold but with a tint of something else. Something you couldn't quite place.

"What problem would that be?"

You smirked, clasping your hands behind your back, slowly making your way over to him, circling him like a predator with its prey. "The problem that involves all your oh-so lovely fangirls." You stopped in front of him, giving him that smug look that was written all over your face.

He stiffened—visibly stiffened at the mention of his fangirls. The fangirls that he despises and finds annoying. How they always follow him, giving him their love letters and confessions. Especially on Valentines Day. You knew he hated it.

His jaw clenched slightly before releasing, his aquamarine eyes darkening just a little.

"And why would you want to help me with that? What's in it for you?" He asked, his words coming out low, as if he didn't want anyone knowing that he was actually considering your bright idea to fake date.

You crossed your arms over your chest, tilting your head a little as you looked at him, making your voice sound innocent when you spoke. Almost pouty, even. "My, Geo, whatever could make you think I would want anything for helping my dearest friend?"

He just glared at you, which made you sigh, seeing how he wasn't going to entertain your fake innocence.

"Let's just say that this will... benefit me greatly. The details are irrelevant." You'd rather die than to tell him the actual reason of having a tiny crush on him. Well, not if he beheads you for having a crush on him first. "Are you in or not?" You asked, holding out your hand for him to take; to shake on it. To make it official, this deal.

He stared at your hand, hesitating. Finally, he gave in, pulling out his hand out of his hoodie pocket and taking your hand in his to shake, his grip tighter than it should be.

It seemed like nothing had changed between you and Geo. But everything was subtly different. Geo would stand closer to you than before, though he kept his hands to himself most of the time. There were exceptions. Occasionally he's put his hand over yours when some girls would look over at him, other times he'd gently brush a strand of hair out of your face when there were a group of people around you. Yet he kept that same neutral expression, as if indifferent about the kind of "affection" he was giving you.

Well, any kind of affection is better than not receiving any. So, you took what you could get, not pushing for more. Just taking what he was willing to give you.

You never known Geo to be the jealous type. He just never seems like he's bothered by anything other than when Deryl would tease him about you two. That was until you noticed how he was looking at the person who was talking to you. You noticed that Geo was.. almost glaring at the person, staring very intently at them.

They noticed too, because soon enough, they started to avoid you after talking to you. You hadn't thought much of it until the physically jumped to walk away from you as fast as they could.

It was strange, to know that Geo could get jealous enough to make someone get scared to even be near you. You never brought it up to him, you just let it be. Why bring it up when you didn't have a problem with it?

During lunch, Geo had gotten up for a few minutes to go throw out his leftover food and to put his tray away, leaving you alone at the table you two were sitting at. Crowe and the others said that they couldn't make it to lunch because they needed to study. So, it was just you and Geo.

While he was away, you were scrolling on your phone when a random guy sat down in front of you and immediately started to flirt with you. You tried to tell him that you had a boyfriend, but the guy just thought of that as a challenge rather than an obstacle. Just when he was getting on your nerves, Geo came back, slamming his hand on the cafeteria table loud enough that other students started to look over.

"You lost?" Geo asked, his tone cold and dark, his eyes slanted at the guy, glaring at him. The guy glared back at him, not at all intimidated by him. He seemed rather pissed than anything.

"No, but you're ruining the moment between me and this little lovely."

You opened your mouth to interject, to tell this guy to scram when you felt Geo grabbing your chin, turning your head to make you look at him. You were going to ask what he was doing when he suddenly leaned in, placing his lips over yours in a soft yet tender kiss.

Your eyes widened but his gaze was still turned to the guy, as if trying to make sure that he was looking at Geo's claim over you.

The guy stared in utter disbelief before scoffing and getting up, muttering under his breath as he left the table. Geo's lips lingered on yours for a moment longer before he pulled away, breaking the kiss softly.

He took his seat beside you again, his face back to the neutral expression as he grabbed his phone out of his pocket, leaving you in utter shock and confusion. What just happened?

You turned your head to look at Geo, looking at him as if he had two heads. Sensing your gaze, he looked at you from the corner of his eyes.

"What."

"What do you mean 'what'? What was that?" You asked, staring at him like he just had the audacity to ask why you were staring at him.

He watched you for a moment longer before exhaling softly.

"It was a kiss. To make that guy go away." His expression hardened slightly the longer he looked at you. "Did you want him to continue making you uncomfortable?"

You blinked. "Well, no—"

"Good." And with that, he went back to scrolling on his phone, uninterested in the conversation. But you could tell that he was leaning slightly closer to you, staying close to you without actually touching you.

That's when it all dawned on you.

𝔾𝕖𝕠 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕟𝕠 𝕝𝕠𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕣 𝕗𝕒𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘.

"A lil' birdie told me that you're looking for a—ahem—'boyfriend'."

Hyugo moved his fingers in an air quote around the word boyfriend. You raised an eyebrow at him, slowly chewing on your food, the wind from the rooftop blowing gently against you two.

You two always ate together on the rooftop of the school, it was your quiet sanctuary from everyone else. Something Hyugo practically dragged you into doing with him. You've become accustomed to spending most of your time with him by now.

"Who told you that?"

He shrugged, looking down at his little sandwich that he stole from me moments ago. "Around. Why are you looking for one anyways?" He took a bite out of the sandwich, waiting for your response.

You thought for a moment. Why were you looking for a fake boyfriend? Out of boredom? For fun? "I don't know. I guess I just wanted to see what the hype of dating was about."

He gave you a look that made you believe that he didn't really like your answer.

"C'mon, you really can't think of any reason better than that?"

"What other reason should there be?"

He thought for a moment before shrugging. "I don' know, it's not my idea."

Both of you went back to eating, silently. Until Hyugo snapped his fingers loud enough to get your attention back on him.

"How about I be your 'boyfriend'?" He turned his head to glance at you, that cheeky smile on his face again.

You raised both of your eyebrows this time, a little surprised by his suggestion. "You? Why would you want to be my fake boyfriend?"

He put a hand on his chest, looking offended.

"Hey! Can't a guy have a little fun too?"

You gave him a deadpan look, but he just shrugged it off, waving a hand lazily at you.

"I just think it'll be funny seeing people's faces when they realized that we're together." He told you, leaning back on one hand on the bench you were on.

... You didn't really know anyone beside very few people. And people definitely wouldn't know who you were. But you pondered the idea, thinking of how that would look. You two together. It wasn't a bad thought.

"Alright then. I'll play your little game." You announced, giving him a sly smirk. He let out a laugh that was loud enough to make a nearby bird fly away from us.

He looked at you with the same look you gave him. "Alright then. Let the game begin.~"

You should have prepared yourself with what Hyugo had in mind for your "game". Hyugo was not quiet about it in the least. In fact, he probably would have thrown a party for how loud and dramatic he was about our "dating".

Hyugo was a very touchy person. He would grab your hand to hold, occasionally making you cup his face or play with his hair, pulling you closer to him by your clothes or waist, making sure people would look over at you two as he did so.

He wasn't ashamed to do it, even if you scolded him, he would do it again just to get a reaction out of you. But you didn't ask him to stop, it wasn't like you hated it. But sometimes it did feel too much to you.

But there was one time where it really got too much for you. It wasn't even anything serious!

One student had accidentally spilled something on you, and before they could even apologize, Hyugo turned to them with a very serious and deadly look, as if they had offended him rather than you.

You don't think you've ever seen anyone offer to buy you a new shirt so fast before. But that was when you knew that maybe it was a bad idea to fake date Hyugo.

So, you texted him to come up to the rooftop to talk. He didn't reply, but you knew that he would show up. Or you thought that he would've been on time at least.

You let out a sigh, checking the time. Lunch was almost over. Just when you were about to get up to leave, the rooftop door opened with Hyugo just casually strolling up to you, his hands behind his back.

"Sorry for being late, my sweet. I had to go get something but hadn't realized how long it actually took me." He said, as if him just being late was the norm. Well, it was for Hyugo.

You exhaled through your nose, just ripping the band aid off real fast. "Look, I think this whole dating thing has gotten in your head a little too much."

He blinked, clearly not expecting you to say that. He pouted, tilting his head a little. "What are you trying to say?"

"I'm saying... that maybe we should just.. call it off."

His face faltered a little but then he started to laugh, one hand coming around his back to hold his stomach as he laughed. You stared at him, unsure about what he was laughing at.

"I'm serious, Hyugo."

"I know, and that's what makes it funnier!" He howled, being dramatic again.

You crossed your arms over your chest, giving him a stern look, waiting for him to finish laughing.

When he did, he pulled out a single little flower to you. Not just any flower, but a red tulip. A flower that means deep or perfect love.

"I was hoping that I could confess that I want us to be together, like for real. But then you kinda just ruined the gesture a little bit." He said sheepishly, holding the flower out to you, looking at you expectantly. "But, I still stand by it. Will you be mine?~"

You stared at the flower, then at him. Was he being serious?

"Honestly, you're a little scary to date," You started, which made him open his mouth to protest, but you reached out, grabbing the flower from him. "But I'm up for the challenge."

As soon as you said that, his whole face lit up, reaching out to grab you, spinning you two around like a happy child on Christmas.

You still stand by on him being a little intense and scary to date.

Let's start with the prince himself, Jericho Ichabod, aka Crowe. He is a pretty liked character who has a bit of a mysterious side. On the outside, Crowe is almost like an open book to everyone, his face is very expressive which can be a good and a bad thing. Depending on who it's to.

Let's take you for example. He's very open with you, like the time that he cried openly to you because you had a very exceptional answer to his little scenario in the library. And do NOT get me started on when he was honest about his answer of wanting more time with you when he was in your apartment on day 2 (that got me so bad, man).

But as people have thought about it, me included, he definitely has a mysterious side to himself. And it makes me wonder if it also leaks into the bedroom theme as well (ofc it does).

𝕂𝕚𝕟𝕜 ~

So, we all know about what happened under the tree when we went stargazing with Crowe, right? Of course we do, obviously. So, it's safe to say that one of Crowe's kinks is a public kink.

It is also called Agoraphilia, arousal of doing sexual acts/displays in a public space/setting. Sounds perfect, right? Exactly. When it comes to this kink, no one would ever think that Crowe would be into that. To everyone, Crowe looks to be a very vanilla person. But, oh no, Crowe is far from vanilla. I wouldn't have any doubt that Crowe would do something with you like that at least once a week. Maybe twice. At any moment.

Stressed about a grade? Let Crowe lead you to the Gardens to take care of you on the bench, surrounded by those pretty flowers you planted, hearing him tell you how beautiful you sound and look with the flowers.

Sad about something that happened to you that day? He'll drop to his knees eat you out behind a tree, whispering sweet praises against your skin as you try to keep your moaning down.

For Crowe, he'd do anything for, of course. Even if it's outside. It's not just the thrill of the idea of getting caught, but it's also the idea of taking care of your needs, while also happening to be outside. To give you that affection without having to wait a second longer to see you sad or upset.

Crowe may be a patient person, but when it comes to you and your needs and feelings, Crowe's main goal is to love you and to give that to you in that moment, no matter where you are.

𝔻𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝔻𝕖𝕥𝕒𝕚𝕝𝕤 ~

We've all thought about what it would look like, used our imagination just based off him. So, let's talk about that.

𝕊𝕚𝕫𝕖 - It's a good 5.8 inches, just a little above average and a good amount of thickness just enough to stretch in a very pleasurable way. It big enough to fit in just perfectly and not big enough to hurt you... too bad. Depending on if it's a first or not.

𝔻𝕖𝕤𝕔𝕣𝕚𝕡𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 - He's clean, the base completely trimmed and smoothed out, not much hair, but just a very tiny amount, just elegant and clean as he is.

As you go up, you'll notice a deep purple vein just underneath his shaft against the brown beautiful skin of his, going up halfway under before disappearing just a little bit below his tip.

His tip though? It's beautiful, it's cut, and it's elegant. Not scary or intimidating, but it's enough to make your mouth water at the sight of it. Slightly darker than the rest, but that's what makes it so delicious. It's thick and pronounce, as if trying to be the center of your attention. As if it's trying to say, "hey, look at me and only me."

𝔼𝕩𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕔𝕖 - The experience of it is like nothing else. It hits all the right and deep places. If you dare to press down on your stomach, you'd be able to feel it, how it rubs against that spot in you to make you moan and shudder so perfectly around him.

His thickness just right enough to stretch you and keep you stretched like that with every thrust, every slow burn of his movements. He doesn't need to pull back too far, just far enough to let his tip rub that once particular spot in you to make you cry out, to make you writhe and whine.

And he'll watch, he'll whisper, he'll observe. Every little detail, every little moan and gasp, he'll see it. Hear it. Live in it.

It's not just his pleasure he's searching for, it's yours mostly. To see you enjoying his cock and what he's giving you, it's more than he could even ask for.

More than he could pray to any kind of God.

And once you let go, let your stomach clench as you come around him, then he'll surely know that his cock is better than perfect for you. That it's extraordinary for fitting in you so perfectly.

ℙ𝕒𝕔𝕖 ~

Crowe is a very sweet and gentle and caring person. We all know that. It's in every gaze and glance, every touch, every word. And that's how it'll always be with Crowe.

Gentle and slow. That's how it is with him. It's not about just sex, but it's about that deep bond, that connection with each other. Body on body, skin on skin.

Love making with a bit of a tease.

He wants to learn your body, to worship it, to let it know that it deserves to be loved and caressed by his hands and his alone.

He'll whisper sweet nothings against your skin, tracing and licking every inch of your body, touching lightly before gripping firmly, to let you know that he's there, that he's experiencing everything with you.

But a tease, nonetheless. One moment, his hand would travel down your stomach, getting so close to the spot in between your legs, only to miss it and start moving up and down your inner thigh. Teasing you, keeping your body on edge. To keep you whimpering, near begging, for his touch. For him.

He doesn't give in right away, brushing his fingers against your center enough to hear you whine in protest when he pulls back. Maybe tracing his tip against your folds, making you wetter and needier.

He'll chuckle and tell you to be patient.

"Patience is always worth the wait, isn't it, my Starlight? It makes everything so much better, if you have patience."

It feels like forever with every tease, in every kiss and touch. Keeping you just on that edge. Enough to keep you wanting more, but never enough to let you fall over that cliff of pleasure.

And once he decides to give you what you need? What you've been begging for? It sends you into a different world, makes you see stars and galaxies with each slow thrust, making you feel every perfect inch of him.

It'll make you moan his name as you crash into your climax, moaning just for him. Clenching and holding onto him for dear life, as if letting go would also make you let go of that feeling.

That's the mysterious part of Crowe, a small part of him that is hidden from everyone else, reserved for only you and your pleasure.

He'll learn and understand and know how to use your pleasure either for you or against you. And that could be a little scary.

𝔸𝕗𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕔𝕒𝕣𝕖 ~

Crowe's definition of aftercare is more love. Yes, that's right. More love and care. He doesn't just hump and dump, oh no, that's far beneath Crowe. Crowe's the type to tuck you in at night and kiss your forehead. That's just who he is.

He'll hold you tightly against him, whisper praises to you as he traced the side of your neck with his lips, his hands caressing and massaging your stomach and sides.

"You did so wonderful, Starlight."

For Crowe, nothing is just about sex. It's that connection, going from two to one soul combined. Together.

𝕁𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕥𝕨𝕠.

I told myself when I started writing these fanfics that I will NOT write anything sexual about Geo, that the most I would have done was a little bit of kissing.

... Welp, here I am. Breaking that little promise. So, let's talk about my guy, Geo.

Geo isn't one for sex or anything romantic. It's not the fact that he hates it or likes it, he just doesn't care. It doesn't interest him. But when it comes to you? He'll put aside his neutral feelings about it to give you that pleasure.

𝕂𝕚𝕟𝕜 ~

This took me a little bit to think about. What would be the perfect kink for Geo? Well, I had to do a bit of research for this guy and thought of two that sounded just right for him. But one sounded a lot better than the other.

Japanese Bondage.

Yep, that's a kink. And it fits him so well, not just because he's Japanese, but it's something that interests him. To tie something so intricate and precise is almost like a power dynamic for Geo. Almost.

Shibari isn't just bondage, but it's an art style for Geo. Exposing you in the most beautiful and vulnerable way.

Having you tied in a shibari style on his bed, so vulnerable and powerless while his eyes drink in every part of you, observing how you squirm and wait for him to do something. It does something to someone. In a good way.

It's like teaching you patience and what it means to be vulnerable while also showing you that your body is beautiful the way it is, naked and tied down. And even not tied down. But preferably tied down to his bed in that shibari art style.

It lets him go at his own pace and let him explore whichever part of you he finds the most interesting.

𝔻𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝔻𝕖𝕥𝕒𝕚𝕝𝕤 ~

Like I said before, I never really thought that I'd ever write anything sexual about Geo, so I've never thought about what he's look like under the belt.

But I did think about it. Very hard.

𝕊𝕚𝕫𝕖 - 6.0 inches. A perfect on-the-dot above average size for Geo. He's more on the slimmer side, but his length compensates his width.

But there is just a slight upwards curve to it, making it tickle your insides in a good way, making everything much more pleasurable and heated.

𝔻𝕖𝕤𝕔𝕣𝕚𝕡𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 - His body is a temple that he takes very good care of, including things like hair there. And also, Japanese men typically don't really grow a lot of body hair. At least not a whole lot. For Geo, he has none in that area. Just clean and smooth.

His base and shaft is pale, with a single vein wrapped around the side of his tip going down and fading into his base. It's not pronounced or aching, it's just there for presentation. To look good.

His tip, if teased too much, would be a pinkish red shade, as if it is blushing from your touch, even your gaze alone would make it twitch slightly.

𝔼𝕩𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕔𝕖 - In all honesty, Geo doesn't know what to do with it. He's never done anything like this before, never used his cock in any type of way. Not even when he has morning wood (yes, he gets that, he's human and can't control what his body reacts to.)

But when he uses it for you, letting you feel it, it becomes too intense at times. How deep he can go, pressing into you deeply yet carefully, as if afraid that his size alone could potentially harm your insides.

But isn't that what you want? To be wreck from the inside out by Geo?

Yes. Yes, it is.

Every whimper you make, he'll stop and look at you, his brows furrowed in a somewhat concerned expression, silently wondering if you were ok, if you were in pain.

Yet you'd tell him to keep going. To not stop because of how good it felt to have him rearrange your guts in a gentle and careful way that makes you crave for more.

ℙ𝕒𝕔𝕖 ~

Geo has always been the cautious type. Being careful and observant to everyone and everything. Including you.

Geo wants to learn your body. To know what makes you feel good, to make you moan, to watch your expressions and how you move either below or on top of him.

Watching you and observing has always been Geo's thing. Especially when you're exposed and vulnerable to his eyes and his only.

He's cautious yet curious. That's the type of pace he sets.

He'll touch you with almost too light of a touch, as if trying to see how hard he should hold you or caress you. His thrusts would be near shallow from trying to not hurt your organs and pelvis.

Maybe he's trying a little too hard to not hurt you while also trying to learn how to give you the pleasure you need. But you're still there to guide him, to show him that it's ok for him to be deep, for his hips to press against yours.

Your legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer onto your body, making him gasp softly as he pushes in more, almost fully. He'll be mesmerized by the way you pulse and tighten around him; he'll hear your soft moans as he hit a certain spot deep in you that makes your body start to tremble from the size of him and how well hit tip hits it. Over and over.

Watching your body writhe and move and hearing your moans lets him know that he's going something right.

And he'll want to keep watching you, keep hearing you.

𝔸𝕗𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕔𝕒𝕣𝕖 ~

Geo's aftercare is just straight to the point.

He makes yourself up while he looks for something clean and comfortable for you to wear, something of his. Nothing of yours.

And once your clean and in his clothes, he'll find a suitable snack for you, something good for your health, of course. He doesn't make a big deal about it. He'll give you some fruit with an expressionless face, as if his silent care didn't mean anything. But it did. It does.

"Here. For your energy." He'll say it with a monotoned voice, yet his eyes would silently say, "please eat it before you're too tired."

And after all that and your comfortable enough? Geo will climb in bed next to you, his head on your chest, listening to your heart while he played with his hoodie strings gently, feeling your body heat.

𝕁𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕗𝕖𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕪𝕠𝕦.

Hyugo Sugimoto. The guy who's reckless yet precise. Caring but deadly. Two-faced.

That's him. Two sides of a coin.

But only for you. Always caring and fun and silly to around with you, but when you turn around, he's making sure your unharmed, making sure no one is going to get near you, to hurt you. But he's always desperate for your attention.

𝕂𝕚𝕟𝕜 ~

There are many kinks that fit Hyugo, but the only one that I narrowed down the best and that really fits him the most is a praise kink.

I mean, who doesn't have that kink? Hyugo especially has that kink. To be honest, it doesn't really have to be just for sexual purposes for Hyugo, it can be also outside the bedroom.

But it works best for him if it's just you two being intimate together in the best way. He prefers it that way.

𝔻𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝔻𝕖𝕥𝕒𝕚𝕝𝕤 ~

There isn't much that I can say about his size other than the size doesn't matter, it's the motion of the ocean. And girth.

𝕊𝕚𝕫𝕖 - 5.3 inches. Hyugo may be on the smaller side, but God DAMN does he have the girth.

He's thick enough that you don't even need the length part. He still fits good with just his girth alone, and even then, it feels better than just "good."

And the way he moves is enough to get off on. He's still able to rock your world without being in the big department.

𝔻𝕖𝕤𝕔𝕣𝕚𝕡𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 - He, out of the other two, isn't really THAT veiny. Maybe you'll see one on the underside of his shaft when he's getting fully into the mood if you're really looking for it, but other than that, there's not a lot of veins to be seen.

He's short and stout. Perfect for opening you wide for him. From his base to his tip is all his color, maybe his tip is just a tiny bit slightly red, but, fuck, if he isn't leaking.

His tip would be covered in his precum, ready for action and standing proud. It can be a little intimidating if you thought about it too much. But you gotta tame the beast to survive it.

𝔼𝕩𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕔𝕖 - Remember how I said it's not the size, but the motion of the ocean? Well, Hyugo is the definition of that phrase. He knows how to use what he has been given.

And Hyugo doesn't know when to stop. Especially if you feel WAY too good around him. He could go round after round, until your body would be trembling and overstimulated. And even then, he wouldn't want to stop, but he would only for you. Eventually.

He knows how to hit the right angles to make you gasp under him, he knows how to adjust enough to get you to moan loudly for him.

And he'll keep making you moan loudly until he's satisfied with your moans for him. Not that he ever would get tired of hearing them.

ℙ𝕒𝕔𝕖 ~

Hyugo gets what he wants no matter what, thanks to his baby face. A perk of looking so cute and innocent, yet a con because he could be just as deadly and desperate as well.

A perk for him is getting your forgiveness whenever he comes back from being gone so suddenly for days at a time. All he has to do is pout and bat his lashes at you to get you to fold. And it usually always works. Usually.

Though, there are times where he may need to do other things for your forgiveness.

Such as pleasure.

If you're giving him the silent treatment, he'll hug you from behind, his hands on your stomach, moving up and down slowly as he kisses the back of your neck, occasionally nibbling on your soft flesh, whispering apologies against your skin. One hand moving up to cup your breasts, with the other starts to fiddle with the button on your pants.

He'll be slow taking off your clothes. Almost too slow, really. As if waiting for you to tell him what you want him to do, how he should pleasure you.

But once you give in and tell him what you need? Forget about walking for a little while.

He's fast and desperate. Desperate to feel you, to grind and hump against you like an animal in heat. Let's be real, he is an animal in heat. There's no denying it.

And there's no slowing down for him. That's not even in his vocabulary. Not when his hands are holding your hips tight enough to leave nail imprints in your skin and pounding into you like it's the last time he was ever going to fuck you.

And hearing your sounds is like music to him, a song he hadn't heard in so long, and intends to have it on loop.

𝔸𝕗𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕔𝕒𝕣𝕖 ~

Hyugo's aftercare is just to shove your face full of food and cuddle you, letting you hold him like he was a baby while feeding you french fries.

Food is his love language, so why wouldn't he feed you his favorite food and snacks?

He'll ask for more praises from you, asking you if he made you feel good while trying to make you eat his food. Occasionally he'll nuzzle into your neck, placing kisses there for a moment before going back to sharing his food with you.

That's Hyguo for you.

It's that time again, where chocolate and cuddles are the only things that would make you feel better. But the question is: how would these men handle that? How would they handle your mood swings and tears and... other pleasures?

Well, why don't we talk about it.

Sol is a good start, isn't he?

He seems like the type of man to not care for someone's monthly problems... unless it's you, of course. You are his soulmate after all, so why wouldn't he care?

𝕀𝕟𝕚𝕥𝕚𝕒𝕝 ℝ𝕖𝕤𝕡𝕠𝕟𝕤𝕖: Desperate need to take care of you. Doesn't matter what it is. Need a heating pad? He's already wrapping you up in a heating pad AND a heating blanket for extra comfortability. Need some chocolates and sweets? He'll feed them to you as if you were a goddess watching over her people. Aching for something to tickle your insides? There's no hesitation in that area from Sol.

Listen, we all know Sol is a big perverted simp, so I have no doubt that he'll eat you out while on your cycle (trust me, he will). As long as it's you, it doesn't matter, period or not, he won't mind getting down and dirty like that no matter how gross it seems.

ℂ𝕒𝕣𝕖: Sol's idea of caring for you while you are actively bleeding is making sure you don't get up to do anything for yourself. He'll practically live with you during that time just to make sure you stay in bed or on the couch. He'll even carry you to the bathroom and insist on helping you do everything, no matter how capable you are to do it yourself.

He'll cook for you, clean up after you, help you feel better in any and every way possible.

𝕊𝕟𝕒𝕔𝕜𝕤: What kind of snacks would this man get for you? Chocolate, of course, but I can imagine Sol making you the snacks rather than buying them. One because it's saving both yours and his money (even though he'd spend his money on you if you asked) and two because he'd rather you eat his food than anything store bought.

Whatever is in the convenient store, he can make ten times better.

𝕊𝕖𝕩?: Like I said before, yes. He'll give you all that you need, even if that includes his tongue and cock and fingers. He'll preferably use his tongue more than his other parts, honestly.

He wants to taste all of you, every part. You think blood is gonna stop him? Be for real. He'd probably relish in it all because it's from you.

That's how desperate he is to help you. Well, not just desperate to help you, just desperate to be with you. Around you. Anything that has to do with you is what makes him overly happy.

ℍ𝕖𝕝𝕡 ℝ𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘: 7.6/10 -> Sol is an intense person, which makes things difficult sometimes. Overwhelming, even. Which isn't always a good thing, but not always a bad thing either. It just depends on how you perceive his help or how intense it feels.

𝕄𝕚𝕟𝕚 𝕆𝕟𝕖-𝕊𝕙𝕠𝕥

Sol has been in your apartment for a few days now, taking care of you, making sure you're well fed and taken care of. It was nice, being taken cared of for a change.

But since he's been here, you've felt... an overwhelming desire for him. Most likely because your inner organ that's bleeding is begging you to get a baby in you. But that's the last thing you ever want. So, you've done nothing about it, didn't tell him about it or anything. Not that that sounded like a pleasant conversation to have with the guy you've known for a short while.

Today felt worse than the other days. That aching part between your legs in need to be felt, to be relieved of this pain. You would've done it yourself, if only Sol wasn't around you twenty-four seven.

What made you snap though was when Sol had been talking to you about something that he ate one time that he found gross. He had stuck his tongue out for a moment, making a sour face. Yet your eyes darted to his mouth, his tongue, catching a glimpse of his tongue piercing. And suddenly, your holding onto his arm tightly, looking at him with such a desperate and yearning look that you've never made at him before.

"Sol, can you.. help me?"

He gave you this concerned look, immediately thinking about all the things that was wrong that you needed him for. "Of course! What is it? Anything you need?"

You swallowed hard, trying your best to put this request in a sentence. "I need... your tongue."

He blinked once, twice. "What?"

"You're always around, so I don't have any privacy to.. satisfy my needs. So, if you're going to be around me all the time, then you might as well help me. And also.... I want to know what it'd feel like, with a piercing on your tongue." You admitted to him, feeling a little embarrassed about saying the last part, how blunt you said it.

Yet he didn't seem grossed out from the request. Actually, it was quite the opposite. He seemed to be.. blushing? As if what you had just asked was flattering to him.

Suddenly, he pushed you down onto the couch, his hands coming up to tug on your pajama pants, starting to pull them down without hesitation. It made you blush in return.

"Yes. Anything for you and your comfort, Pumpkin."

As soon as he got your pajama bottoms and underwear off, along with what you were using for your period, he didn't wait for your reaction before dipping his head in between your legs, his tongue flicking out, the ball of his tongue piercing rubbing against your clit, making your legs jolt a little from the feeling, a sudden gasp escaping you.

Yes, Sol will do anything for your comfort.

𝔸𝕟𝕪𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕪𝕠𝕦.

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ℕ𝕠𝕥𝕖: ℙ𝕃𝔼𝔸𝕊𝔼 ℝ𝔼𝔸𝔻: I cannon Sol with a tongue piercing.

The prince himself vs blood?

Doesn't bother him in the slightest. He knows it happens, so why would he make a big deal about it? But he'll always be sure to give you extra attention when it's your time.

𝕀𝕟𝕚𝕥𝕚𝕒𝕝 ℝ𝕖𝕤𝕡𝕠𝕟𝕤𝕖: Calm reassurance. Crowe is a very patient person, especially when it comes to those he cares for deeply. So, when you two are hanging out at your place and you just start crying just because? He's there immediately, giving you his shoulder to cry on, letting you babble on about something embarrassing that happened to you in the fourth grade or about an old sad movie you watched a year ago that still makes your heart hurt just to think about the sad ending.

And he's just there, listening, occasionally nodding and gently rubbing your back in small soothing circles. That's who he was; this patient and calm man who always seemed to know how to calm your emotions.

ℂ𝕒𝕣𝕖: Crowe's way to take care of you is close to Sol's; cooking, cleaning, staying by your side in time of need. But unlike Sol, if you tell Crowe to stop, he would. Reluctantly, of course. He's rather stay with you but knows better than to argue back about it.

But, c'mon, would you really tell Crowe to stop? I'd say no. Hell, I wouldn't, honestly. I'd much prefer Crowe's help than Sol's (my opinion, ofc).

𝕊𝕟𝕒𝕔𝕜𝕤: What kind of snacks would this man get for you? Whatever you ask for, he'll get. Something sweet? Sure, he'll buy you a pint of ice cream in any flavor you're craving. Something spicy? Totally! He'll make sure it's not overly spicy for you.

But if you ask him to make you something? He's on it! Doesn't matter what it is. If he doesn't know how to make it, he'll follow a recipe to a tee until he makes it exactly how you want it.

He wants to make sure you're well and happy. And it'll make him happy just knowing he could make you smile and feel better, and that he was the cause of it.

𝕊𝕖𝕩?: If you ask him, then yes. Crowe doesn't want to push any boundaries with you, especially while you're on your monthly, which can make Crowe a little too clueless sometimes if you try to drop hints. So, there are times where you need to be blunt about it, even if it makes him flustered.

But once he knows what you want and need? Be prepared to have your world rocked.

ℍ𝕖𝕝𝕡 ℝ𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘: 8.9/10 -> Though, Crowe is helpful, sometimes it can become annoying that you have to say all that you need. Not really his fault, he just doesn't want to get anything wrong.

𝕄𝕚𝕟𝕚 𝕆𝕟𝕖-𝕊𝕙𝕠𝕥

You texted Crowe and asked if he could come over to watch a movie with you. It wasn't really random or an out-of-the-blue idea, you two usually did these things together. But today, you didn't want to be alone at the moment. Especially from how emotional you were these past few days.

Not your fault though, it's what happens when you're a simple girl with a period.

And, of course, Crowe said yes. Why wouldn't he? He even brought a few of your favorite drinks and ice creams. He always seemed to know exactly what you needed. You picked out a movie that you know Crowe hasn't seen before, putting it in and sitting on the floor next to him, your backs to the couch with blankets and pillows surrounding you two. It was perfect.

You watched the movie together, eating and sharing the ice creams he brought over, sitting a little closer than you were just a few minutes ago, your knees barely touching now.

It was indeed perfect.

Until towards the ending of the movie, one of the dogs had tragically died from a mountain lion. It was a tragic ending to the movie, and one that maybe seemed like a bad idea to watch.

As the credits rolled, Crowe was about to get up to throw away the empty ice cream containers when he heard you sniffling. He whipped his head to look at you, finding you quietly crying—tears streaming down your face, your lips in a pout. His face became concerned, his response immediate. He reached out to you and gently grabbed one of your wrists, getting your attention.

"Hey, what's wrong?" His voice was gentle and filled with concern, but he had a feeling that he already knew the reason why you were crying.

"I-It's just, the ending, it's so sad!"

And he was correct.

He managed to stifle a small chuckle before pulling you closer to him, making you lay your head on his chest. "Starlight, it's ok... it was only a movie, my darling."

"A sad movie." You corrected him, sobbing softly into his chest, ruining his shirt with your tears. He held you against him, letting you cry in his chest, his hand gently rubbing your shoulder.

You cried on him for a few more minutes before it seemed like you've calmed down enough for Crowe to gently move you back, his hand on your chin, tilting your head up to look at him. He had that same gentle smile on his lips, the one he always gives you no matter what you're feeling.

Without thinking, he leaned in, placing a gentle and very soft kiss to your lips; a kiss that was meant to soothe rather than to initiate anything more than innocence. He pulled away before you could really enjoy it, his hands coming up to cup your cheeks, his lips just millimeters away from yours.

"My darling, I hate to see you cry. How can I make you smile again?" He asked softly, a near whisper of breath when he spoke.

You swallowed hard, just realizing exactly how close you two were—you were practically on his lap, your upper body leaning into his, one hand on his thigh, feeling the muscle shift slightly.

What could he do to make you feel better? Well, you did have one idea...

"Can you.. kiss me again?" You asked softly, your heart starting to race a little in your chest from the request. "I like how you kiss me."

He blinked, his cheeks starting to warm, as if surprised and flustered from your request. But he smiled, a smile that was gentle but wider, as if happy that you asked.

"As you wish, my Starlight."

And without hesitating any longer, he leaned in again, brushing his lips against yours before fully kissing you once more. You leaned into his lips, your hands moving to his chest as you kissed him back, parting your lips a little, just enough to let his tongue in, kissing you deeper.

𝕎𝕙𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕞𝕒𝕜𝕖𝕤 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕊𝕥𝕒𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕪, 𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕕𝕠 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕟𝕠 𝕙𝕖𝕤𝕚𝕥𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟.

Geo isn't scared of a little blood.

Preferably, he'd rather not see it or even hear about it, but if it's you that's bleeding? There's no hesitation when he tries to help you. Though, helping and suffocating you are two different things (ahem-Sol-ahem).

𝕀𝕟𝕚𝕥𝕚𝕒𝕝 ℝ𝕖𝕤𝕡𝕠𝕟𝕤𝕖: Quiet and calculating. He's already thinking of ways he could help you. Not in a dramatic sense, no, that's far from Geo's style. His way of helping is more subtle, silent, yet it speaks volumes in more ways than words could express.

He won't be around all the time, but if you called him for help? He's there in a matter of minutes. Even if it's the middle of the night, it may seem like he won't come over to your apartment, but he's there with things that he thought that you needed.

Pads/tampons, tea bags, an extra blanket. He's got it or will get it for you, even if he seems irritated to do it (he's really not, he just doesn't want to seem soft).

ℂ𝕒𝕣𝕖: Geo isn't loud about it. He's practical. Silent yet helpful. He'll make tea with honey for you and say it's for your cramps with that unreadable expression. He'll fluff your pillow when you get up to go to the bathroom. He's glancing over at you occasionally, silently making sure that you were fine.

That's how it is with Geo, silent yet observant. If you so much as even wince, he's there looking for the problem so he could get rid of it. If he let you sleep over at his place, he'd make you sleep in his bed while he sleeps on the couch. He won't let you protest. Your comfort is all that he cares about, even if he's cold and quiet, he'll definitely let you know he cares in small and subtle ways.

He's only there when you want him to be.

𝕊𝕟𝕒𝕔𝕜𝕤: What kind of snacks would this man get for you? If you ask him to get you something from the convenient store, he'll say no. Not because he doesn't want to, but he just rather makes whatever it is that you were craving or something that he thinks would be good for you during this time. Something that's good for cramps, healthy, and also still tastes pretty good.

He'll make things that he knows how to make when he was in Japan. He'll cook it for you and if you like it, he'll remember it. Keep it. Store it. And then go on to the next dish for you to try.

If you don't like it? He won't make it again until you specifically ask him for it.

𝕊𝕖𝕩?: No. Straight up no. It's not that he doesn't want to help you in that area, he's just not comfortable to do that while you're on your period. He'll give you the privacy so you can do it, but helping? Yea, no.

There isn't much else I can really say about this area.

ℍ𝕖𝕝𝕡 ℝ𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘: 9/10 -> He seems to know almost exactly what you need, when you need it. Which makes his help great, but he usually seems reluctant about doing them. But that's just his personality.

𝕄𝕚𝕟𝕚 𝕆𝕟𝕖-𝕊𝕙𝕠𝕥

In the middle of the night, you had woken up to intense cramping in your lower stomach, painful enough that it was hard for you to move. The only movement you've made so far in the past thirty minutes was to turn onto your side to relieve some of the pain. Not that it was working.

You had your arms wrapped around your stomach, your knees curled up to your chest, effectively putting yourself in a ball. It had released a slight bit of pain, but not enough to make you feel better overall.

You stared at your phone that sat on the pillow beside your head, debating whether or not to call Geo.

Would he even be up? It was really late. Especially with the curfew, he probably would just say no and hang up. Sounds like something he would do. No. He would do something like that.

But you were in so much pain. It was becoming unbearable... Screw it. He can live without a few minutes of sleep.

Unable to take the pain, you slowly reach for your phone, careful not to hurt your stomach from moving too much or too fast.

You looked through your contacts, scrolling until you found his name and clicked on it to call him. You knew he wasn't a fan of calling, but this was more or less an emergency.

It rang once. Twice. Three. Your heart started to sink in your chest, thinking that he wasn't going to answer until you heard it pick up and his voice filling your ear.

"Do you know what time it is? What do you want?"

You couldn't stop the soft sob that escaped you, the sob of relief that he picked up but also from how your stomach felt like it was being punctured.

"Geo, I know it's late but.. I-I'm in so much pain. Can you come over? Please..? I–" You hiccupped. "Can't move, it h-hurts too much..."

You didn't hear anything for a single second before you heard some rustling of some kind of fabric on the other end of the phone. But you didn't hear him say anything. You waited until you heard a beep from your phone. You checked it only to see that he hung up.

He... Hanged up. On you. In your time of need. You let your phone drop from your hand and onto your bed.

You should have known he wouldn't have come, that he wouldn't be interested in helping you while you were bleeding.

You couldn't stop the tears stinging your eyes, couldn't stop the tears falling down your face and onto your pillow.

Maybe you'll just... deal with it. The pain. The hurt of Geo not coming to help you.

You can do that, can't you?

You didn't know how long you've been crying for. Five minutes? Thirty? An hour? But eventually, you had exhausted yourself enough to fall asleep, still curled up in that ball form on your side.

You didn't know how long you've been asleep for, but you could feel someone shaking your shoulder gently, as if they were trying to wake you up. When you didn't move, you suddenly felt someone carefully shifting you to make you sit up, only then did you wake up. Startled, blinking to make your eyes adjusted to the dark, letting you see that it was just Geo in the dark, sitting on the edge of your bed.

Geo... He came? Were you dreaming? Probably not, not from how his touch was gentle yet firm, as if making sure you don't fall over.

"Geo?" You said his name softly, a soft question that silently asks what he was doing here. Even if you were the one to call and ask him to come.

He didn't say anything as he reached over to turn on your lamp on your nightstand, grabbing a cup of some warm brown liquid in it and handed it to you.

"Drink it." He ordered, though it wasn't his usual sharp edged tone, but something softer. Gentler. Only barely there.

You didn't question it as you brought the cup to your lips, taking a small sip from it. It tasted like peppermint and honey.

As you took your time drinking the peppermint tea—the only possible thing that makes sense to what it is—Geo got up and moved around your room, grabbing your heating pad and plugging it in, turning it on so it can warm up. He reached into his pocket, taking out a bottle of pills that helps with cramps and stomach pains. He opened it and handed you two to take with your tea.

And you did.

Geo has said nothing as he grabbed your heating pad once it was warm enough, bringing it to you and finally speaking.

"Move your arms."

You did, lifting them enough so he could put it around your stomach through your sleep shirt.

The pain in your stomach has almost disappeared, but some still lingered, which was normal.

As soon as you were comfortable, he climbed into your bed, grabbing your tea and setting it aside on the nightstand and turning off your lamp light before making you lay down only to plop himself down on you, his head on your stomach, just a little below your chest, his arms wrapping around you.

You blinked, surprised by his... cuddle. But you welcomed it, gently placing your hand on his upper back, feeling him stiffen slightly but relaxed immediately.

"Go to sleep." He muttered against your stomach.

You couldn't help but smile a little, closing your eyes.

Even when you had doubted Geo, you were happy that he came.

He always will when you are in need.

𝔸𝕝𝕨𝕒𝕪𝕤 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕪𝕠𝕦.

Hyugo Sugimoto and blood? Please.

That man has spilt more blood than you could imagine, so if you're bleeding? That's nothing! Although he will be frightened of you. That's the main reason why he's by your side more often during this time. Out of fear a little. Fear that you might throw something at him if he's not with you in these moments in need.

𝕀𝕟𝕚𝕥𝕚𝕒𝕝 ℝ𝕖𝕤𝕡𝕠𝕟𝕤𝕖: Panic overdrive. Not because he's scared of the blood, oh no, like I said, he knows about the whole bleeding thing happens every month. And, like before, if he were to be scared about something, it would be how easy you would be to anger very quickly. So, he's gonna avoid that at all costs.

Which means he's going to be your personal little... well, let's just say what it is. Slave. You can ask him or tell him to do whatever you want him to, and he'll do it.

I didn't say he wouldn't like it. Because he will. If it's you bossing him around? Yea, no doubt about it he'll get his rocks off to you being so in control while bleeding out and being in pain. It's like you're a hot girl boss to him.

He's the type to be like "Period!~" and snap his fingers as an attempt to make you laugh (honestly, I don't know about you but, it'll work on me).

ℂ𝕒𝕣𝕖: Hyugo can be a tiny bit dramatic about it. He's coming by with different type of pads and tampons (you didn't answer his texts fast enough), pain killers, whatever heating pads and blankets he could find that he thought you'll need (even if you already have one).

Hyugo is waiting on you hand and foot. Ready to do the next task you have for him, ready to take on anything you throw at him—literally and figuratively.

𝕊𝕟𝕒𝕔𝕜𝕤: What kind of snacks would this man get for you? I believe Hyugo would go all out on the snacks department. Like, excessively. He's coming over with bags of take-out from different places and from the convenient store while also baking you any kind of dessert you want. It's literally overkill when he comes over with snacks and food.

Though it's never too bad when you got enough food to last a week. Just gotta eat it before it goes bad. But, hey, saves you spending money on groceries for a hot minute.

As far as you know, the snack department is covered. So, you don't gotta worry about that when it comes to Hyugo.

𝕊𝕖𝕩?: Most definitely. If you ask, you shall receive. Doesn't matter where you want it, he's there, prepared, ready to take on the red sea (I'm sorry, I couldn't stop myself-).

ℍ𝕖𝕝𝕡 ℝ𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘: 9.3/10 -> Everything he does is overkill. But it's better to be overprepared and to be underprepared. Sometimes it can be a little much, but that's just Hyugo being Hyugo. He does everything with a little flare and dramatics.

But you love it.

𝕄𝕚𝕟𝕚 𝕆𝕟𝕖-𝕊𝕙𝕠𝕥

Hyugo had invited himself over to your apartment, claiming that he could "sense" that you were in need of his presence. You weren't.

But you couldn't deny his help. This way you could make him do all the things that you feel lazy to do. Like doing your dishes, cleaning your apartment; really everything you could think of.

Except for cooking for you. Unless it was something VERY simple, you shudder at the thought of him in your kitchen cooking.

When you couldn't find anything else for him to do around your apartment, you decide to let him do more... personal things for you.

Hyugo was kneeling before you while you were sitting on your couch, letting Hyugo give you a foot massage. Why? Because it felt good. And Hyugo seemed happy doing it.

Any excuse to get him to touch you, really. And he was good with his hands. Really good.

You were scrolling on your phone, not really paying attention to him as he continued his gentle touching through your sock.

He was humming softly, his thumb gently pressing into the arch of your foot. He looked up at you, expecting any sort of pleasurable sound from you, only to see you not even paying attention. He frowned slightly, pressing into a pressure point on your foot, making you yelp and try to jerk your foot back, only for him to hold onto your ankle.

You gave him a bewildered expression, confused by the sudden uncomfortable pressure. "What was that for?"

"You weren't acknowledging me."

You blinked. He didn't say anything, did he? Not from what you could recall, you would have heard him.

"You didn't say anything."

He stopped massaging your foot, just holding your ankle as he kept looking up at you. "No, but I'm working very hard on trying to make you feel good."

You raised an eyebrow at him, blinking once. "Well, you are."

He stared up at you for a moment before his hand moved from your ankle to your calf, leaning in to place his cheek on your knee, giving you a pouty expression, puckering his bottom lip for effect.

"You didn't sound like it was feeling good. You're supposed to make noises when you feel good."

You gave him a deadpan look, silently asking if he was serious.

"I don't need to make any type of sound just for you to know if I feel something." You told him, crossing your arms over your chest.

He kept that pouty look as he kissed your knee softly.

"You're no fun..."

Then an idea struck him. Suddenly, he stood up enough to grab your thighs, gently but firmly tugging you closer to him, his hands making your thighs stay open for him. You gasped loudly, not expecting him to move so quickly.

He smirked at your reaction, leaning in close enough for his hot breath to fan against your ear.

"I bet I can make you make some.. special sounds.~"

Your face suddenly felt hot, the place between your legs starting to ache from how low his tone was, how seductive he sounded.

You swallowed hard but didn't pull away. You wouldn't let him see how flustered he made you. Though you had no doubt that he already knew.

"Oh? What makes you so sure that you can?" You asked, tilting your head back enough to make him look at you.

His baby blue eyes scanned your face for a moment before smirking at you again, leaning in close enough for your noses to be touching. One of his hands moved up your thigh, so close to your center.

"Are you challenging me?"

You were. You so were. "Maybe. Maybe not. Who knows?"

"You definitely do."

You couldn't retort back when he suddenly closed the gap between you two, kissing you deeply and hungrily, his teeth nipping at your bottom lip as his hand moved higher up to the waistband of your pajama shorts.

You tried to suppress the sounds that were trying to escape you, kissing him back just as deeply. It didn't help that his fingers were threatening to slip past the waistband. His tongue pried open your mouth, pressing past your lips to explore.

Then it happened.

A very soft and small whimper broke free from your throat. And he heard it.

He pulled back quickly, panting softly to catch his breath, a slow smug look appearing on his face.

"I think I just won."

You glared at him. "Bastard."

"Only for you.~"

You groaned but wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him close to make him kiss you again, or to make him shut up. He obliged.

You dragged your feet up the stairs of your apartment complex, exhausted and in need of a nap. You were tired, to say the least. You've been busy mostly with work, working nearly every day for eight hours, which of course didn't help with your schoolwork.

You've told your boyfriend, Sol, about it. Not that he hadn't already noticed it, from the way you wore the same outfit three days in a row at school to you practically falling asleep while walking home. He noticed it, and to say he hasn't tried everything he thought of to help you.

Helping you with your schoolwork? He actually tried to do it for you. Secretly adding sleeping pills to your tea? You barely drank anything he made for you from being too busy. Going on a date? Cancelled at the last minute because you forgot to do a book assignment.

He was starting to worry about you, more than normal. He would constantly text you to remind you of how much you need to rest, to take breaks. But you always brushed them off.

But then he stopped texting you yesterday, not a single "Hey" or "Did you sleep?" You didn't know why he suddenly stopped, but you figured that he just gave up on the topic.

Though, knowing Sol, it's never that simple.

You yawned as you reached your apartment door, reaching for your key to realize that your door was unlocked. How do you know that? Because the door was slightly open, not much for other people to notice. But since dating Sol, you realized that he always finds a way in.

You opened the door and went into your apartment, expecting Sol to be standing in your living room or kitchen or something. But you didn't see him anywhere. Weird.

But then you heard a noise in your bedroom—a sneeze actually. You let out a soft tired chuckle, taking your shoes off and heading to your bedroom.

"Sol? What are you doing here now—" You stopped short when you opened your door, your bag sliding off your shoulder as you took in the scene before you.

It was Sol indeed. But he was sitting on your bed, wearing a dark green corset lingerie that showed off his waist and hips and those long legs. And that noticeable sized bulge just at the curve of the lingerie between those legs.

His face was a deep shade of red that you've never seen before from him, leaning back on his palms of his hands on your bed, as if he was pretending to be there this whole time.

You stared at him for a moment before clamping a hand over your mouth to stifle a laugh that threatened to come up. He noticed, which made his face redder, turning his gaze away from yours.

"D-Don't laugh.. I just thought... I saw it for sale. And I thought you might like it." He forced out, as if saying it out loud might make this better. Less awkward for him.

And boy did it make it better for you.

You stride over to him, a slow smirk appearing on your face as you saw him shift slightly—subtle shift but a shift nonetheless. You gently cupped his chin, turning his face to make him look at you.

He looked up at you, his white pupils dilating slightly the longer he looked at you. You scanned his face for a moment, your smirk softening a little.

"You look adorable, Sol."

Those words—the softness of how you said it—made his heart skip a beat, maybe two beats. His breath hitched softly, his lips parted ever so slightly as he just... stared at you.

You thought that you might've broken his brain, if he didn't sudden pull you closer, landing a hard and desperate kiss on your lips. His hands came up, holding your head still as he kissed you. Reluctantly, he eventually pulled away, his face bright red still.

Cute.

"You always know how to make me feel better.. I hope that I've made you feel better as well, Pumpkin."

The way he says that nickname sends a pleasant shiver down your spine, straight to the pit of your stomach that made you feel warm and tingly. You simply put your hands on his chest, feeling his heart race underneath your palms.

"Made my whole week better, but.. I can't help but wonder if this would look better on my floor..~"

Before he could question what you meant, you pushed him down on your bed, making him lay down, running your hands over his stomach, touching the firmness of the corset.

He didn't stop you, in fact, he shivered under your touch, desperate for this. For you.

𝕄𝕒𝕪𝕓𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕤𝕖𝕥 𝕒𝕤𝕚𝕕𝕖 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕥𝕚𝕞𝕖 𝕛𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕙𝕚𝕞.

Crowe didn't know what was wrong. You wouldn't even tell him.

He asks—practically begs you to tell him what has gotten you so overworked. And you'd tell him the same thing every time.

"I'm busy, Crowe. I can't talk right now."

You knew that you were keeping him at arm's length, but you couldn't help it. You told yourself over and over that you needed to focus, to bring up your grades even though they are fine where they are. But fine wasn't good enough.

You needed to be better, to ensure that you'd pass. But studying late at night and getting lack of sleep didn't go hand in hand.

You've been coming to school with dark circles under your eyes, falling asleep in the middle of class. It made Crowe worry even more if he wasn't worried before.

He didn't understand why you wouldn't let him help, and he had enough of it one day.

He had taken one of your textbooks, and he wouldn't give it back to you, not until you finally and begrudgingly agreed to come over to his place. And even then, he wasn't going to give it back to you until you actually showed up, not just say you will and not do it.

Which is why you were standing at his front door, hesitating before knocking three times. You didn't even have to wait very long when the door opened, revealing Crowe, his hair messy in that loose side braid, as if he had been messing with it before you arrived.

He gave you that gentle smile, the one that always made your heart flutter in its chest.

"You came..." He said it so softly, seemingly a little surprised that you actually came over to his place.

You raised an eyebrow at him. "You took my textbook for me to be here. Why wouldn't I be?"

"Oh.. right. The book." He sounded almost disappointed, like he took your words as they were. You were here for the book. Nothing else. You felt a little guilty, but he covered that expression with another smile that didn't reach his eyes as before, moving to the side to let you in.

You went inside, taking off your shoes at the door. He closed the door behind you, and you could hear the soft breath he let out, like he was nervous about something. But what?

He turned to you, his deep blue eyes looking into yours for a moment before pointing to his stairs, looking away.

"The book is just in my room upstairs. Would you mind waiting at the end of the stairs while I go get it?"

You nodded, a little confused why he wanted you to wait downstairs and not come with him to grab it and go. "Sure."

He gave a simple nod and headed to the stairs, his pace a little faster than it normally is as he climbed up. You sighed softly and waited by the stairs as instructed, fidgeting with the hem of your shirt.

As the seconds turned to minutes, you wondered what was taking him so goddamn long to find your textbook. Did he lose it? No, Crowe is more responsible than that. He was always careful with your things. And then you heard him call out your name from his room.

"Could you come up, please? I can't seem to find it..!"

Did he actually lose it?! You let out an irritated sigh, running your hand over your face, but you headed up the stairs, up to his room.

"Crowe, I don't have time for this." You told him as you opened the door. And, God, was it something you didn't expect to find.

Crowe was laying in his bed, his hair down and messy, one arm over his pillow. His black stocking-clad legs closed and bent slightly, but the black silk lingerie gown did nothing to hide his delicate thighs, the cut on the side riding up high enough to see his waist under the crisscross lace. The neckline of the gown low enough to see his delicious pecks of man.

His cheeks were a shade darker, dusted from his blushing hot face. He let you gawk at him for a second longer before swallowing hard, his voice coming out softer and more flustered than intended to.

"Do you find anything i-interesting..?"

You couldn't speak. Couldn't think. This was the least thing you'd expected from Crowe. But you'd be lying if you said you didn't enjoy the sight.

A slow smirk appeared on your face. "So this is why you begged me to come over."

He looked away from your gaze for a moment, then looked back, letting his fingers graze down to the end of the silk lingerie. Your eyes tracked the movement.

"Was it worth your time?" He said it softly, a hint of something else underneath. But the question made you pause for a second.

It made you think of all those times you pushed him away, brushed him off with the same sentence again and again.

You made your way over to him, climbing onto his bed, crawling over to him that made him hold his breath. When you were close enough to him, your face inches from his, you placed a gentle hand over his on his thigh.

"It was worth every sliver of a moment with you that led to this." You said it as a whisper, but it was everything he was clinging onto, every word spoken from you was like a scripter he was desperate to keep to himself.

You leaned in, placing a soft yet tender kiss on his lips. He leaned into it; he always leans into everything you give him. The kiss lingered a few second longer before you pulled away, and only then did he let out a shaky breath he was holding back.

You meant what you said.

Every moment that involved Crowe was worth your time, even if you didn't show it a lot.

𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕞𝕖𝕒𝕟𝕥 𝕚𝕥.

Lately, Geo has been a little... too observant. You can feel his eyes boring holes into you whenever you were around him.

It felt like you were being observed under a microscope, like he was trying to solve a really difficult puzzle and that puzzle just so happens to be you.

And you knew it was because he could tell how exhausted you were. Working overtime, more than you should be. He notices the way you drag your feet, how you looked dazed out.

Of course he notices. This is Geo Oogami, a silent observer. He never asked you if you were ok, never asked if you needed help with anything. That wasn't who Geo was, he never asks, never assumes.

Just notices. Observes. Calculates.

And it was to your surprise that he came up to you during passing period between classes to tell you to come see him at his apartment after your last class.

You blinked at him, opening your mouth to respond back to him, but he cut you off by turning and leaving you at your locker—presumably to go to his home. He didn't even ask you if you were busy, he just commanded you to come over.

Well, lucky for him, today was your day off from work. Strange how he knew when to ask you to come over when you didn't even tell him your schedule. Weird.

You decided to entertain him and go to his apartment. You didn't know what he had in store for you, but there was a tight tug in your stomach, clutching and pulling tighter the closer you got to his apartment door.

You didn't even get the chance to knock on his door when you got a text from him.

"It's unlocked."

You didn't know what was scarier; Geo knowing your right outside his door or the fact that he just left his door unlocked. Probably both.

You swallowed hard as you reached out, your hand grasping and tightening around the knob of the door before turning and opening it.

Oh God.

You saw Geo in his living room immediately, placing down a tray of two cups of tea on his kotatsu, wearing a deep purple see through lingerie nightgown that had little flowers around the cup of the breast area, a matching-colored robe with fur cuffs on the end of the sleeves accompanied the outfit. He had boxers on underneath it, but his toned chest and stomach was on full display.

He noticed you, which made him stand straight, putting a hand on his hip, his face unreadable. It reminded you of a mother looking down a child that did something bad.

He stared at you for a moment before moving to sit down on the mat placement by the kotatsu, his robe moving like a cape. You stayed but the door, unsure if you should keep gawking and admiring him or run away as fast as you can.

But he didn't let you think of your options too long when he snapped his fingers, pointing to you, giving you a sharp look. He bent his finger to him, beckoning you to come closer to him.

You took off your shoes and closed the door behind you, moving closer to him, your feet barely making any noise as you walked on the hardwood floor of his apartment.

You took a seat next to him, on the mat that he had placed right next to him. Suddenly, he wrapped an arm around you, pulling you close until your head was on his shoulder. You could feel the warmth of his skin seeping through the thin robe, his fingers burying themselves into your hair, nails gently scraping against your scalp.

You didn't say anything, your face burning hot as you kept your hands in your lap.

"This is a one-time thing." He suddenly said, his voice vibrating into your ears. "It's to help brighten your mood. Is it working?"

He waited for your response, his question hanging in the air for a moment. You turned your head a little on his shoulder, looking up at him.

"Can I take a picture of you like this?" Such a dangerous question to ask, but you couldn't help yourself. Seeing him like this... it was much different than how you're used to him.

His jaw clenched slightly, a small shift in movement, barely noticeable. But you noticed. He swallowed hard before letting out a forced sigh.

"One picture."

You smiled happily at that, leaning in more into his shoulder.

"Then yes. This brightened my mood."

You felt him relax a little, as if feeling at ease that he could at least help in some way to make you think of something else other than work.

Even if it was out of his comfort zone. Maybe that's what made this better. Knowing that Geo has a very small and hidden soft spot for you.

But only for you.

𝔸𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕚𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕖𝕕 𝕞𝕒𝕕𝕖 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕓𝕖𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕣.

Hyugo texted you in the middle of lunch period—a very vague and obscure text that made you stare at his message for a few minutes too long.

"I'm in your apartment. Come get me.~"

It was such an out-of-the-blue text, making you confused. How did he get into your apartment? Why was he in your apartment? What was he doing in your apartment?

You didn't really think too long about it when you started moving, practically sprinting down the halls to exit the school building.

You didn't think he would just show up to your apartment like this. Even after you told him that you were busy all week. For someone who's usually M.I.A. he shows up in the most inconvenient of times. And today was not the day to play around in your apartment!

You would've hoped he understood when you turned him down for game night, needing to study for upcoming tests. You have no time for his games and plots.

You jogged to your apartment complex, almost tripping over yourself to climb up the stairs of the building. By the time you got to your apartment door, you were out of breath, panting softly to catch your breath.

You opened the door, heading inside to find Hyugo leaning on your couch, one knee pressed against the couch cushions, his other leg stretched to the floor, keeping him balanced, one hand resting on the top of your couch.

You stopped at the sight of him—specifically what he was wearing.

He wore this light pastel blue body suit with a heart neckline that was lined with white fur and little bow ties on the hip of the bodysuit, his lower half was wearing a darker shade of a blue garter belt, connected to a dark blue laced stocking.

He gave you a sly smirk, as if what he was wearing and the position he was in wasn't.. provocative.

"Wow, you got here faster than I thought.~" He teased, moving to get off the couch, strutting over to you. You stared at him, feeling your face becoming hot.

Now this wasn't what you had in mind. You didn't know what you were thinking he was doing when you got here but seeing him wearing that.. was not it.

He stopped in front of you, placing his hands on his hips, tilting his head slightly, his baby blue eyes scanning your flushed face. "What's wrong? Cat caught your tongue?~" His voice was playful and teasing, as if silently daring you to keep looking at him.

You looked away from him, placing a hand over your mouth, trying to look anywhere else but him. Anywhere that didn't show how tight that bodysuit was on him. You exhaled slowly out of your nose, trying to make your brain think.

"Hyugo.. I-I don't have time to entertain your games." You finally forced out. But he moved closer, gently grabbing your wrist that your hand was hovering over your mouth, gently tugging enough to make you look at him.

He gave you a pout, his bottom lip quivering just slightly, but you noticed it because of how close he was. His expression made his face look more boyish. Curse him.

"You've been busy all week, and it seems like you never have enough time to spend with me." His voice sounded a little sad, the playfulness toned down just a little, but it was still there.

He lightly tugged on your wrist again, pulling you close enough to make you sit on the couch, his hands moving to your shoulders to make sure you sit fully down.

You gave him a stern look. "Hyugo, I've told you that I need to spend my time studying. I don't have time—"

He leaned in quicker than you could comprehend, his lips crashing onto yours. The kiss was deep and tender, one of his hands moving to cup your cheek, his tongue moving to pry your mouth open, tasting and exploring yours.

It lasted only a few seconds before he pulled away a little, a string of saliva connecting to your lips before it broke as you let out an exhale of a breath.

His eyes were a little darker than before, his knee moving to rest in between your legs, making you tense up slightly.

"You've been working so hard.. please. Forget about everything else. Just pay attention to me. Only me, promise?"

He said it so softly, a near mumble of words against your lips. Oh God, how could you say no to a voice like that? Especially with the lingerie he was wearing, the way he looked at you.

Finally giving in, you moved your hands to his hips, feeling the lace of the garter belt and the warmth of his hips, pulling him slightly closer.

"Fine. You want my attention so bad? You have it."

He smiled triumphantly, clearly pleased with himself that his plan for my attention had finally worked. He leaned in again, kissing you deeply like before, but hungrier rather than tender. He moved closer, moving to straddle on your lap, your hands tightening on his hips.

You couldn't believe that you let yourself give up so easily to Hyugo. But if it was between giving him attention and giving up on seeing him for another week?

Valentine’s day. 

You weren’t really a big fan of it. You didn’t hate it, but you just didn’t really care for it as much as everyone else did. Usually because you’re busy doing other things. Important things, like work and school.

This year, you told Sol that he didn’t need to do anything with you. You’ll be working anyways on that day, so there was no need to do anything.

Sol just nodded, and you thought that that was it. That he understood that he shouldn't bother doing anything. Well, you should've known that Sol wasn't just not do something for you. What kind of a boyfriend would he be if he didn't do anything?

By the time you had gotten to your apartment late from work, your door was already unlocked, which should have raised alarm bells in your head. Not because you thought it was an intruder, no. But because you knew that Sol was in your apartment.

And when you opened your door? There were flowers and balloons along your apartment. Balloons in the shapes of hearts and flowers that were deep red roses and violets. You couldn't help but sigh internally.

So much for a simple day.

When you took your shoes off at the door, Sol appeared out of the kitchen, a warm smile on his face as he made his way to you, gently taking your hand and bringing it up to his lips, placing a gentle peck on the back of your hand.

"Welcome home, Pumpkin."

You raised an eyebrow at him, though you couldn't stop the small smile appearing on your lips. "I thought we weren't doing anything today?"

He simply shrugged and gently led you to the kitchen, letting you take a seat at the table.

"Today is a special day, so I figured I would at least do a little something for you." He placed a plate down in front of you, which was filled with curry rice and tonkatsu. The rice had black sesame seeds on it and carefully drawn hearts on it that was made out of seaweed.

"Dinner, for my pumpkin." He said before turning to leave you be to eat as he went to your living room to grab something. A gift you assumed. You weren't really surprised by his gestures, but a little heads up would have been a little nice.

You had taken a few bites of the dinner he made for you, which was delicious of course, when he came back, setting down a small box and a deep red card beside the plate.

You looked at him, giving him a nervous laugh. "You didn't have to get me anything, you know?"

"I know." He said simply, his hands clasped in front of him.

He looked at you expectantly, seemingly a little nervous now. You set the utensils you were using and picked up the card first. When you opened it, you were met with his neat yet seemingly rushed handwriting.

"Your name is my favorite word.

Your voice is my favorite sound.

Your eyes are my favorite mirror.

Your arms are my favorite place.

Your love is my favorite feeling.

I adore you too much.~"

Cheesy, yet it was endearing. You couldn't help but laugh a little from the poem. He watched you intently, his heart pounding heavily in his chest, watching as you opened the small box.

You stared at the content in the box, trying to figure out what exactly it was that he gave you. You picked it up. It seemed like an ordinary necklace, a silver chain that had a small vial with a cork on top. But the vial was filled with an off-white slight liquidy substance.

"Do you... like it?" He questioned, his voice coming out almost breathy.

You looked between him and the vial, trying to think of what could possibly be in it. Until the realization dawned on you as you stared at his reddened face, how his breathing suddenly became off.

Oh.

Oh.~

You should probably have been grossed out; most people would have been. Yet you just gave him a little smirk, holding the gift closer to your chest.

"I love it, Sol. Thank you.~"

That made him happy, to know that such a gift would be pleasing to you.

"Well, if you want, I can give you some that's more... fresher?" He tilted his head slightly, watching you expectantly. You simply hummed at the offer, that smirk never leaving your lips.

Of course you couldn't say no to an offer like that.

𝕀𝕥 𝕤𝕖𝕖𝕞𝕖𝕕 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕒 𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕗𝕖𝕔𝕥 𝕨𝕒𝕪 𝕥𝕠 𝕖𝕟𝕕 𝕍𝕒𝕝𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕖'𝕤 𝔻𝕒𝕪.

Crowe called you an hour ago to be ready. For what? He didn't say, but it wasn't lost on you that it would be related to the fact that it was Valentine's Day.

All he said was to be ready, to wear something comfortable, and something warm. You didn't even get the chance to question his motives when he suddenly hanged up on you. The nerve!

And yet here you are, waiting for him just outside your apartment complex, wearing an oversized coat over your sweater and heavy jeans. You were only waiting outside for ten minutes when a car stopped in front of you, the door opening showing Crowe in the driver seat, happy to see you.

"C'mon before you freeze to death." He called out to you as you headed to the car. When you got in, he started driving, your apartment complex disappearing in the view.

"Crowe, where exactly are you taking me?"

He just flashed you that charming smile, reaching over to you and taking your hand in his.

"You'll see. You're going to love it."

Avoiding the question. Typical of Crowe when it came to surprising you. So, you just held his hand and remained quiet, knowing that trying to get any type of answer out of him would be useless.

The car ride was short, maybe just driving for ten minutes before he stopped on the side of the street, turning the car off and getting out to open your door.

You recognize the are immediately, only because Crowe has taken you here many times before. It was your guy's secret place.

You gave him a questionable glance, but he just grabbed your hand, pulling you close and placing a hand over your eyes.

"No peeking." He teased, leading you into the trees carefully. He made sure that you didn't stumble or miss any steps as he led you further away from his car, occasionally whispering in your ear to turn.

It felt like forever when Crowe finally held you to a halt, helping you stay steady on your feet when he finally removed his hand from your eyes, revealing a little picnic under the mythical tree. There was a deep blue blanket on the grass for both of you to sit on, a basket that sat on the middle of it with a thick book on it, ensuring that nothing would get inside to where the contents were.

"Happy Valentines!" He smiled happily at you, gently taking your hand again and pulling you to the spot, letting you take a seat next to him. "I hope you're ok with eating outside at night. I just thought it was a perfect night for a picnic." He said as he took the book off the basket, opening it to hand you a wrapped sandwich.

You took it, your fingers brushing together for a brief moment before he reached back in to bring out some drinks. You stared at the horizon, seeing the city shining brightly under the stars, leaving you in awe.

You hadn't expected for Crowe to take you out here tonight; it was a pleasant surprise.

"Crowe, you didn't need to do all this. I would have been fine just staying inside with you." You turned to look at him, but he just held a hand up at you, shaking his head.

"No way. You deserve to be treated on Valentines. And if I didn't treat my partner for today, then that would make me a bad boyfriend." He tapped your nose gently and handed you a drink that was cold to the touch.

You felt a little touched by his romantic gestures, even if it was in the dead of night and cold. It was still beautiful, the stars above you, the city lights bright, both of you chatting and teasing each other. What more could you ask for on this day?

As you took the last bite of the sandwich, he handed you a small box, a nervous smile on his lips. As you opened it, you almost choked on the sandwich.

It was a ring, a black band with a deep blue gem in the middle.

"Crowe, don't you think it's a little soon to ask me to marry you?" You teased, looking back at him. He blinked, as if he hadn't thought about how it would look when he gave me the ring.

"No! I mean... it's not THAT kind of ring. It's just.. a ring that I saw that made me think of you." He admitted, a faint blush appearing on his gorgeous face.

You looked back at the ring, seeing the gem glinting in the faint light. It was beautiful, and very fitting for him to get you something like this.

You smiled a little, taking the ring and putting it on, seeing how it looked on your hand. "I love it." Those three words seemed to calm Crowe visibly, reaching over to take your hand, his thumb brushing over the ring.

"I'm glad."

He leaned in, placing a gentle kiss to the corner of your mouth.

𝔸 𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕗𝕖𝕔𝕥 𝕨𝕒𝕪 𝕥𝕠 𝕖𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕟𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕥𝕠𝕘𝕖𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣.

You didn't ask Geo about Valentine's Day, knowing that he didn't really care about the holiday. You were just expecting it to be any other day. A normal day. But the day before, Geo had casually asked you to come over to his house the day before. To spend the night.

You had been caught off guard by the invitation but accepted it, nonetheless. Why would you decline it when it was a one in a lifetime chance to spend the night with Geo?

And so, you packed an overnight back and made your way to Geo's place. You two had spent your time watching Japanese opera together and talked. Well, you did most of the talking. He just listened.

And when it came to where you were going to sleep, he let you sleep in his bed. With him. You didn't know what had come over Geo and his sudden... kindness about you being in his space. But you didn't dare question it, not wanting him to take back his invitation entirely and to kick you out.

So, you did just that. Slept in his bed. It was a normal thing between couples, but to you it felt like he had given you a ring and asked you to marry him. An honor that he was comfortable enough to let you sleep just inches next to him. You weren't able to sleep at first, unable to not look away from Geo's peaceful sleeping face. But eventually, exhaustion had won.

By the next morning, you were awoken by the smell of food. Delicious smelling food. You made your way out of his bedroom, moving quietly as you headed to the kitchen, finding Geo making some tea, two plates of breakfast had been made. One for him and the other for you.

He didn't even look up at you as he slid one plate to you, along with a cup of warm black tea, silently telling you to eat. Which you complied, of course, occasionally looking at him as he fiddled with some paper.

His body was turned in a way that hid what he was doing, his gaze focused on whatever it was he was doing.

As soon as you finished eating, he took the plate from you and told you to go take a shower. Not because you smelled. But he just needed you to be distracted for a little bit. Not that he said that, just watching you leave to go to his bedroom to take a shower.

When you got out of the bathroom after your shower, there was a long thin box on his bed and a small note beside it. You studied the gift, a little surprised by its sudden appearance. You picked up the note, which only had two words in it with Geo's handwriting.

"Happy Valentines."

You couldn't help but smile a little, happy that Geo decided to put a little bit of effort into the holiday. You picked up the box, opening it to find a Japanese luck charm that had a detailed gold design on the string and it ended in deep purple pouch with Japanese symbols on it.

"愛情"

You had no idea what it says, but it didn't matter to you really. It was the thought that he had gotten you something at all despite how uncomfortable he can get doing these things.

When you saw him in his living room, sitting on the floor, his legs crossed under him, you sat next to him, looking at him. He had his eyes closed, as if he was meditating. He is.

But he could sense you were there beside him immediately. "What."

"Thank you."

You didn't need to clarify for what you were thanking him for. He opened his eyes for a moment, looking at you out of the corner of his eyes. Just looking at you, his expression blank as always, but you could see a glint of something in his eyes. But he turned away too quickly for you to guess what it could have been.

He said nothing, but his body seemed to lean a little closer to you. Just slightly. But enough for you to notice.

Later, you looked up what those Japanese symbols had meant, which only made your day better.

"𝕃𝕠𝕧𝕖."

Hyugo had insisted, practically begged to spend Valentine's Day with you. Initially, you told him no. You didn't want to make a big deal out of today, didn't want to be pampered or anything, to have to worry about finding what gift that would suit him.

But after kneeling to you and begging, being close to tears, you reluctantly said yes, only to make him stop his insistent begging. That was probably the worst mistake you could have made.

When Hyugo came over, he had two bags filled with ingredients. He told you that he would do everything, practically forcing you to stay out of the kitchen as he did his thing.

Which was to almost burn down your apartment when he tried to cook for you. You should have remembered that Hyugo couldn't cook to save his life, reprimanding him and yourself, him because he almost ruined your kitchen and yourself for letting him.

But at the end, you two just ordered in, watching a movie he had brought with him.

Even after he almost burned your apartment down, he insisted that he was going to bake for you. Despite your protests, he did it anyways, leaving you be in your living room as he went to work on whatever he was making.

You looked over at him often, making sure that he wasn't burning anything or making too big of a mess. But he was a better baker than a cook, so of course he knew what he was doing.

After an hour, a presented you a chocolate heart-shaped cake, a big smile on his face, his cheek smeared with flour.

"Ta-da! Cake, for my favorite Valentine's.~" He teased, setting the cake in front of you on the coffee table. You stared at the cake cautiously, seeing how delicious it looked and also feeling a little weary of it.

"Is it burnt?" You asked, looking at him. He gasped dramatically, placing a hand over his heart.

"You wound me! Of course it's not burnt! I know my dessert recipes." He huffed, crossing his arms over his chest and looking to the side, as if he couldn't look at you anymore at your accusation. You just gave him a deadpan look.

He waved a hand towards you, shoving a fork in your hands. "Just eat it, I made it just for you." He insisted, leaning into his hands as he placed his elbows on the table, waiting for you to take a bite.

Hesitantly, you stabbed the pointed part of the heart cake, bringing the piece to your mouth to eat. It... actually tasted really good. Surprisingly good.

He smirked as he noticed your facial expression shifting from a cautious look to a pleased one.

"See? I knew you'd like it."

You pointed the fork at him. "Don't push it. I'm still mad at you for almost burning my kitchen."

He pouted at your words, moving a little closer to you as you continued to eat the chocolate cake. "You're just gonna hold that over my head? I said I was sorry!"

You just rolled your eyes at him, going to eat another bite when he grabbed your hand, pulling it towards him, making you look at him. He noticed some chocolate icing on your knuckle, bringing your hand to his lips, his tongue darting out to lick up the icing, his eyes watching how flushed your face became.

"Could you please forgive me? I'll do anything to make it up to you."

You blinked, staring at him for a long moment before yanking your hand away from him, wiping your hand on your jeans. "Fine. You're forgiven. Just let me eat my chocolate cake in peace." You waved a dismissive hand at him, not swayed from him licking you.

It was a normal occurrence between you two.

He made a happy sound, moving closer to wrap his arms around you, burying his face into the side of your neck. "Oh, thank you! I knew you loved me still.~"

You rolled your eyes at him again, but this time it wasn't out of annoyance. It was Valentines Day after all, so you should just cut him some slack.

Here we are, once again, with Hyugo Sugimoto. I stand by what I said before, he's a desperate man for attention. Does it matter what kind of attention? Not to this man. As long as it's from you, the kind of attention doesn't matter. Whatever keeps your eyes on him.

𝕂𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕤 ~

Sure, we've already had this conversation before. But this is where we get more detailed, more into what his kinks are and how many he has. Well, honestly, he has too many to count, but let's just start with at least the top five he gives off.

ℙ𝕣𝕒𝕚𝕤𝕖 𝕂𝕚𝕟𝕜 - This is the TOP kink he has, no doubt. I mean, who doesn't want to be praised for doing something good? This guy does for sure.

It can be ranged however you want it to range out. Could be from when he brings you something you asked for because you felt a little too lazy to get up, playfully saying "Aw, what a good boy, Hyugo~" while gently patting his cheek, your voice joking and playful. But to him? He takes it, stores it in his mind, replays it when he wants. Or maybe when he's on his knees to you, his hands on your feet and calves, giving you a gentle massage because you bribed him with food, and he hits that one spot that makes you moan from the pressure he gives.

"Right there... that's so good.. hm.~"

He notices, his eyes watching your facial expressions. Watching the way you bite your lower lip, when you close your eyes for a moment, your head rolling to the side a little, the way you seem to ever so slightly lean into his touch. He notices all of it. Drinks it in, indulges in it.

Your moans are praises to him, it lets him know how good he's doing, how good he's making you feel just by his hands.

Yet it's never enough for him.

ℙ𝕖𝕥 ℙ𝕝𝕒𝕪 - Now, in this sense, pet play for Hyugo and Sol are completely different. Hyugo isn't the type to act like a rabid dog just to tap that ass. No. That's more Sol's thing.

But being man-handled and somewhat feeling a little "owned"? Now we're talking.

Hyugo (in my opinion) is a switch, but he leans more into the sub role rather than the dom role. Not that he doesn't like it, trust me, he does. But sometimes he just wants to be babied. Pampered. Guided. Praised.

He wants your attention, yes, but he wants much more than that. He wants to feel your nails digging into him, your teeth in his skin, your hot breath in his ear, whispering and telling him how much his cock and hands and mouth makes you feel good, how much you want him. How much you need him.

Marking his skin with your nails and teeth, guiding his touch to where you want it, it's more than just the pleasure. It's the marking, the owning, the branding. And he'll gladly show off the marks you leave on him, he'll wear it like a medal, high and proud.

𝕋𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 ℂ𝕝𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 - There's something arousing about someone wearing skin-tight clothing. It didn't matter the context of it. It could be at the gym, going out to the club, or even just being around the house. If Hyugo sees you in something remotely tight or revealing on you, he's gonna pounce when you don't even know it.

You could be just wearing a tank top that's just a little too tight around the breast area, jean shorts that are a little short, your bra strap threatening to fall off your shoulder. And you're just in the kitchen, minding your own business, making yourself some tea before you go out with a few friends. And then Hyugo comes in, holding up a video came he just purchased for the both of you to play, only to stop mid-sentence, his footsteps halting at the sight of you.

And when you turn around to question what happened, it's game over. He's dragging you into your bedroom without hesitation.

𝔽𝕠𝕠𝕕 ℙ𝕝𝕒𝕪 - Hyugo is a biggy. A big back that seems to never gain any weight despite how much he eats. He's a foodie is basically what I'm saying.

So, it's safe to say that in some situations, food and condiments can come in handy. Mostly something sweet, like syrup or whipped cream, nothing spicy, because he doesn't like spicy and that shit will HURT if it ends up in the wrong place.

It doesn't matter if it's on you or him, the thought of licking or being licked up from whatever you two use. It's a big turn on for him.

Hyugo's preferred food? Ice cream. It's sweet, sticky, and really cold if he gets too impatient to let it melt a bit. If it's him doing it to you, he wouldn't bother using a spoon. He'll use his hands like a mad man or pour little at a time on your body if the ice cream does melt.

He'll make sure to get it everywhere too. On your face, your chest, in between your breast, including your stomach and thighs. Especially your breast and your pussy. He'll happily lick every part of you the ice cream gets into. Onto, I mean.

𝕆𝕣𝕘𝕒𝕤𝕞 𝔻𝕖𝕟𝕚𝕒𝕝 - Last but very certainly not least, his last kink that seems to fit him well. Orgasm denial. This one is more of a power dynamic, and I use this term very loosely for Hyugo.

Being denied of something when you're so close to it can be exhilarating to a point. Do it for too long, then it doesn't become fun anymore.

But seeing Hyugo begging to cum, his eyes filled with frustrated tears when you pull your hand away from his aching cock? That's a new mental picture to keep.

Just imagine it: you're leaning over to him on the couch, your lips just a breath away from his, your hand firmly gripping him as you stroked his cock, making him feel every part of your hand, his tip wet and glistening with his precum. He's moaning, panting, whimpering against your mouth.

You could feel his hips pushing slightly upwards into your hand, needing more of your touch, desperate to feel you squeeze him again. You know he's close, the way his stomach was clenching ever so slightly, the way his breath his becoming ragged and his moan higher pitched.

And just when he's about to burst, you tore your hand away from him, no longer touching him, no longer giving him the pleasure he so craves. And he notices it fast, almost immediately.

His hand shoots out, grabbing your arm tightly but not painfully, making you look at him. Was it a bad idea to look at his face? Most definitely.

His baby blue eyes were watery, tears threatening to spill out, his chest rising and falling quickly, his body trembling with longing and desperate need. His baby face really comes in handy for this opportunity.

"D-Don't do that," He panted out, trying to pull your hand back to his cock. "Please... Touch me. I-I need you, your warmth, please.." He leans in closer, an attempt to kiss you, his hand moving up to yours, making you wrap back around him, but he doesn't move immediately. Instead, he relishes in the feeling of your hand, the way it seems to fit around his length just enough, how the palm of your hand touches the underside of him, letting your hand feel how that thick vein under pulsed from your touch.

"Please..."

Well, fuck. When he's begging like that, who could resist?

ℙ𝕠𝕤𝕚𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤 ~

ℂ𝕠𝕨 𝔾𝕚𝕣𝕝 - He loves this position. I mean, do you need a description of why he loves it? Yes. It's more of a need than a want, at this point. And I also don't wanna die if I deprive you all of this, please spare me.

The cowgirl position gives him a very good view of you. Your face, your tits, where you two are connected. And it gives him leverage to touch you, to let his hands roam over your body.

He loves watching you, letting you set whatever pace you wanted. Though, he wouldn't deny the fact that he could thrust up into you occasionally, making you gasp out or moan a curse.

𝕊𝕚𝕕𝕖𝕨𝕒𝕪𝕤 𝕄𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕒𝕣𝕪 - This position is better for either in the mornings or late at night when it's his turn to spoon you from behind. It's a lazy position that calls for lazy and deep thrusts, your leg lifted up in the air, taking him as deep as you can.

It's perfect for when he's the dom instead of the sub. Perfect for hearing your soft pleas and gentle moans. Perfect for him to reach down to play with your clit, to whisper in your ear how much he's dreamt of fucking you like this.

𝕍𝕠𝕔𝕒𝕝? ~

Is that really even a question? The answer is a Y. E. S. Shout it out, my lovelies. YES, your man is extremely vocal. And he's not even ashamed of it. He'll probably get even louder if you try to hush him.

He wants you to know that you're making him feel better than good, he needs everyone to know that he's being taken care of. And he just likes to be heard, no matter what.

And Hyugo is a very touchy man, so being touchy and vocal all at once can get a little... heated. Or well, extremely heated. Whichever you prefer.

𝕊𝕞𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕆𝕟𝕖-𝕊𝕙𝕠𝕥 (ℕ𝕊𝔽𝕎 𝕔𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕝𝕪 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕕𝕠 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕥𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕞𝕖 𝕗𝕠𝕣?-) ~

This year was the year to become a better you. New year, new you, right? That's what you told yourself that morning when you got up at 7am to go on your morning run, a routine you decided you should add to your mornings at 3am after watching a whole video about how to make a new life changing glow-up for yourself.

You had been so excited to start this new routine; you had put on these new gym clothes that you had bought mostly to sleep in or to wear under your normal clothes because you thought they were cute. Just a matching pair set of these cute black yoga shorts that had a blue matching sports bra with it when you had gotten it.

Really, it was the only type of running clothes that you had. So, it'll make do.

You were excited. Really. Until you actually went and did it. You had run for three miles before ultimately stopping, taking a bus back to the closest spot where your apartment was. You felt gross and sweaty, dragging your feet back up the stairs to your apartment, cursing softly to the out-of-order elevator that never seems to work.

Your body was sore and aching, tired of the three miles you did ran. You didn't get how anyone would want to do this for a living, running more than a normal person ever should.

As soon as you walked into your apartment, you immediately noticed an extra pair of shoes on the floor near the door, the soft humming of someone, the smell of something sweet baking. It wasn't lost on you on who it was. He always seems to know how to get into your apartment, whether you wanted him to or not. Though, you never rejected his unexpected visits.

"Hey! I just put some cookies in the oven. Don't worry, I brought my own ingredients this time."

You looked around the corner to find Hyugo mixing a batter of cookie dough together, wearing your apron that he begged you to buy a while back because he thought you'd look good in it. He was humming again, happily mixing a new batch together. You shook your head, but that knowing smile starting to form on your lips again.

"You do you. I'm going to take a bath, today was not the day to start a running routine." You weren't wrong. It had become a very hot day this morning, which didn't help that sweat feeling.

Hyugo looked up at you finally, his jaw slacking slightly at the sight of you, your hair in a messy ponytail, your body shiny from sweat, your clothes settling comfortably on the cures of your body. It was enough to make Hyugo stop what he was doing and just... stare at you. Marvel in how you look in this moment.

And you, oh obvious you, didn't notice his lingering gaze, how his tongue slowly licked his lips as if staring down his next meal. Oh, you were his next meal.

You went to your bedroom, not bothering to shut the door behind you as you headed to your closet to find something better to wear. But your searching was cut short at the feeling of a hand grabbing your elbow, pulling you enough until you fell on your bed, the bed dipping when Hyugo climbed on top of you, his knees beside your sides, pressing down into the mattress, his hands beside your head.

He was looking down at you, his gaze dark and heavy, roaming over your face to your neck and down to your tits, as if his eyes were honing in on them. Focusing on how your nipples were starting to poke against them from how hard he was staring down at you.

You swallowed hard, shifting slightly underneath him. You didn't know what has gotten into him, why all of the sudden he was on top of you, staring you down as if you had just done something vulgar to him.

"Hyugo, what are you–ah!"

You didn't get a chance to ask him what he was doing when he leaned in, his face buried in your neck, his tongue darting out to lick the side of your neck, eliciting a shocked sound that came out of you.

He hummed softly from the taste of you, your sweat against your skin. His hands moved to the underband of your sports bra, pushing up to let his hands slide underneath, cupping your warm breasts.

Your body arched into his touch involuntarily, your body squirming under him a little. His index fingers and thumbs pinched both of your nipples at the same time, earning a surprised and sharp inhale from you.

"You taste good.." He muttered softly against your neck, his fingers continuing their teasing and pinching. You felt your face heat up from his admission. It sent a shiver down your spine, how easily and confidently he said it, as if he wasn't embarrassed at all by saying that.

"H-Hyugo, what has gotten into you...?"

He pulled back to look at you at your question, looking at you as if you had just asked him why the sky was blue and why the grass was green. He tilted his head slowly at you, not answering your question right away.

"Don't act all innocent." He finally said, but his statement only ever confused you more. What were you doing that wasn't innocent? Seeing your expression, he let out a soft laugh, leaning in close just enough to let his lips hover over yours. Yet he didn't kiss you, just let his lips graze yours when he spoke again.

"Wearing such an.. outfit in front of me is a very dangerous game to play." One of his hands moved out of your bra and started to move down, moving very slowly down your stomach to your shorts. You inhaled softly, feeling him teasing the waistband of your shorts. "You pretend as if you don't know me. Like you don't know what seeing you like this does to me..."

With a firm push, his hand slid into your shorts, his fingers starting to rub against the fabric of your panties, feeling the wetness that was already starting to dampen that spot he pressed against. He blinked, as if a little surprised by the feeling, but then a slow knowing smirk started to form on his lips.

"Someone's already eager." He teased, his finger continuing to press and rub against it. You let out a moan, accidental, but it was enough for him to know that you were enjoying it.

His other hand that had been under your bra pulled away enough to push up your sports bra, exposing your breasts, your nipples already hard and aching from how he teased them.

He looked at your breasts for a moment, marveling and admiring at the shape of them, how soft they looked. He buried his face in between them, settling his head there as that spot was just designated to him and only for him.

"God, I love these. So much." He placed open-mouthed kisses along that space, his tongue occasionally licking there. You squirmed under him again, yet you didn't push him away. Your hands were free, but you just moved them to the side of your head, letting him taste your skin, your sweat, no matter how gross it was.

He was a little a freak, after all.

His fingers pushed your underwear out of the way enough so he could feel you bare, to feel your heat and wetness. His finger eased into you without warning, catching you off guard.

It had been so easy for him to push his finger in you, so tauntingly easy, your wet cunt making it easy for his finger to slide in and out of you. Maybe a little restricting from how tight your shorts were, but it's an obstacle that Hyugo will overcome.

"These clothes, they look great on you, but fuck aren't they annoying right now..."

Just as his finger curled slightly in you, he pulled out, making you whine in protest until he jerked at your clothes a little too roughly, as if he couldn't wait another second to touch you, see you, taste you.

And you let him, even letting yourself help him out of his own clothes, suddenly very hungry for the sight of him.

And the wait was rewarded with the very sight that made your mouth water, his cock hard and ready for your attention. You didn't get enough time to savor the moment when he spread your legs open, placing one of your legs over his shoulder, his hands gripping your hips tightly.

Now suddenly, you just realized how very dangerous this little game has become, even if you didn't know that you were the one who started it.

"W-Wait, Hyugo, can't we–"

The moment his cock drove into you, your mind went blank, a loud and unearthed sound came out of you. And he didn't wait any longer. His thrusts were deep and sharp, his thrusts meant to silence your pleas and protests.

He couldn't stop that smirk on his lips, his hand on your thigh, holding your leg captive over his shoulder as he moved into you with frantic and hungry thrusts, as if to punish your body for making him this hungry.

"You did this to me," He panted out, keeping up with his pace, as if he was trying to drive into you as hard and deep as he could, making you feel exactly what you did to him. "Wearing something so tight–ah–looking so flushed..."

He moved his free hand up, cupping your breast, giving it a quick squeeze before moving that same hand down to play with your clit. That action sent a bolt of electricity up your spine, making your body tremble and your brain foggy from any thoughts.

"That was so mean~." Yet he still had that smirk on his face, enjoying the sight of you, how you clenched around his cock so perfectly and beautifully.

He was determined to make you finish first; to make you fall apart around him. And it did not take too long before he got what he wanted.

Your climax came so sudden, you hadn't even realized how close you had been before it came and washed over your body, leaving you feeling warm and tingling, your pussy milking his cock as much as it could. And that feeling was too much for even him to handle, his orgasm hitting him hard as he came in you, ropes of his hot cum painting your inside walls, making you feel so full of him.

His mouth was agape, whimpering and groaning softly from the warm and tight feeling of just you around him. He looked down at you, your skin covered in sweat and his saliva, his gaze still dark with desire and hunger.

A hunger for more.

He pulled out of you slowly, a string of his cum was connected to your aching wet lips before breaking as he leaned over to your nightstand, grabbing something before looking at you again, letting you see the... icing?

"You know, I didn't even mean to bring this with me. But someone had gotten my attention, making me forget that I had it in the first place." He was clearly blaming you for making him too focused on you. And that made you snap.

Grabbing onto his shoulders, you flipped each other around, making him lay on his back now, your hips straddling his waist, your hands on his chest. He stared up at you, surprised at the change yet made no move to make you get off of him. If anything, you could feel his hips lifting slightly into yours, feel him starting to harden again.

"Maybe if you didn't break into my house, we wouldn't be in this predicament." You retorted back to him. But if you were being honest with yourself, you didn't regret him being here. Especially if it led to...this.

He gasped dramatically, as if you offended him, yet his smile said otherwise. "Me? I would never!"

You couldn't help but roll your eyes at him, reaching to his hand to take the icing from him. He let you, eager for more of your attention, anything you're willing to give him, he'll take and eat up.

"Always so dramatic." You muttered as you opened the icing jar.

He didn't deny it. He knew what he was. A dramatic little short shit who liked to get freaky.

Not that you could even deny that you didn't like it.

𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕒 𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕝𝕖 𝕗𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕜 𝕥𝕠𝕠.

˜”°•.˜”°• ~~ •°”˜.•°”˜

You’ve been having this dream. The same dream every night you sleep. It’s nothing bad, just strange, weird, but you don’t know why you’ve been having it, but you couldn’t stop thinking about it when you wake up.

In the dream, everything is blurry, and you're laying down on the ground, the grass blades tickling your skin. There’s someone there with you, hovering over you, too close to comfort. His face was blurry, unrecognizable. You’ve never seen him before. Who is he? Was he someone you knew? You couldn’t tell. You could feel his fingers caressing your cheek gently, as if afraid he’d break you if he’d press harder. His fingers felt cold against your warm skin. Why was he so cold? When he spoke, his voice sounded muffled, like a thick mask was covering his mouth or something, but he’d always say the same sentence to you.

“Soon, Pumpkin. We will be together. Forever.”

Then, you felt soft lips on your forehead or temple, sometimes even on your chest; right over your heart. It was a strange dream, a dream you've been having for months now. No matter how hard you tried to remember who it was, you couldn't remember. It frustrated you.

You've mentioned it to Brittany one day, when she dragged you with her to go on a shopping spree. She only looked at you with a slight concerned look before shrugging it off, mumbling how weird that was. And you hadn't mentioned it since then.

Since you could only remember certain things in your dream, you started to draw your dream. Each time you drew it, it was a little different each time, drawing his hair short to long, trying to decipher the clothes he'd wear, trying to remember how his voice sounded. The drawings had helped a bit, but not enough.

You wanted to keep drawing, to try your best to remember as much as you could. And where better than the library? You held your bag’s strap on your shoulder as you walked to the library to spend your lunch there, exhausted from the day already. You hadn't had a chance to draw since this morning when you woke up.

You made your way to the library, being quiet so as to not disturb the others who were studying. You hurriedly walked to your usual spot, a table in the back corner of the library, a place you claimed when you started here at this college. Not many people are usually around the back surprisingly enough, which was perfect for you. You'd rather be away from people than be near them. As you made it to the table, you found someone already sitting in your spot. How dare he!

You huffed, annoyance invading the pit of your stomach. You didn't have time to deal with him. So, instead of asking him to move, you took the empty spot next to him, setting your bag down beside your chair after taking out your composition notebook and pencil. The guy next to you looked up from the book he was reading, raising an eyebrow in a silent question and curiosity, but didn't say anything, just watched you settle in your new temporary seat.

You opened your notebook to a blank page, grabbing your pencil to start your sketch. It was silent for the whole time you were in the library, occasionally feeling someone watching you, but it didn't deter you from what you were doing. You drew and drew, groaning softly when you didn't get something right, tearing page after page, crumpling the pages to throw away later.

When the bell ranged, signaling that lunch was over, you sighed, closing your notebook and stuffing it back in your bag before hurrying to get out of the library, not noticing how the guy with green-streaks next to you opened his mouth to say something. He watched you leave, cursing at himself softly from not saying anything earlier before you scrambled to get away. He sighed softly, leaning against the table, staring at the door you had left from.

“Soon, my darling, we shall meet soon.” He mumbled softly to himself, despite you already disappearing from him.

You made it to your art class on time, surprisingly, walking quickly to your seat by the window. You settled in your seat, leaning on your hand and looking out the window. You were feeling frustrated with yourself that you couldn't remember the dream. Whatever you sketched just felt… wrong. Like there was an invisible barrier in between you and your dream. It sucked.

As class began, you could feel someone staring at the back of your head, almost the same feeling you had in the library with the guy next to you. You turned back slightly, trying to see who it was, but unable to find who the culprit was. You tried to shake off the feeling, just turning back around and drawing circles on the desk with your index finger.

You didn't really pay attention to whatever the teacher was spewing about, you only started paying attention when some of the students were getting up from their seats and moving around. You quickly got up when one of the students needed your desk. You stood close to the back corner of the classroom, looking around. Seems like everyone has a partner.

Or almost everyone.

You saw someone sitting in the far back, a book in hand, not moving to get up. You tilted your head slightly to get a better look at him. He was the guy that had sat in your seat in the library! You watched for a moment, seeing if he was going to move. When he didn’t, nor did anyone go near him, you took the opportunity to go over to him. You held your bag’s strap tightly, mentally preparing yourself for socializing. You stopped at the empty desk, staring at him, waiting for him to notice you. For a moment, it looked like he didn’t notice you, until he looked up from his book a bit, keeping the book in his hand. He mumbled something to himself, though you couldn’t hear him, and then he spoke up.

“You seem a bit lost there.” You pushed the urge to roll your eyes at him, wanting to be at least slightly pleasant. Just slightly. 

“Do you have a partner?” You asked, making yourself look bored of this “conversation”. He looked away from your gaze, and for a moment, it looked like he wouldn’t answer. You debated just leaving this poor sap to his own devices before he spoke again, still avoiding eye contact.

“... No.” His voice was low, almost as bored as you.

“Great. We’re partners.” You said, taking your seat next to him. He stiffened as you sat down, eyes slightly wider than before, surprised by your boldness to just sit next to a random student and to declare partnership without even asking him his thoughts. Not that he minded it of course, but you didn’t know or seem to care about it.

You put your notebook and pencil on the desk, opening your notebook to another blank page, though you didn’t really feel like drawing anymore, discouraged by your previous attempts at the memory game from your dream. You crossed your arms over the desk, laying your head on your arms, not even knowing what you were supposed to be doing. Great job for not listening, now you're with a complete stranger without an ounce of knowledge of what you need to do. You looked over at his paper, seeing just his name on the top right corner.

Sol. That sounds like a name you’ve heard, but where have you heard it? Not even able to remember where you’ve heard that name, you sat up again, making the guy, Sol, flinch slightly. You looked at him, your head in your hand, leaning on the desk. He looked a bit scared, but for what? You had no idea. Maybe he was a scardy cat. It seems fitting for him.

“So… Sol, right?” You asked, even though you already knew his name. His red orange eyes seemed to light up from your question, almost like he was getting excited that you knew his name.

“You… know who I am?” He asked cautiously and slowly, like it was hard for him to even get the words out. You pointed to his paper, pointing out that he had just written the answer to your question.

“I just read your name, since you’ve written it.” You answered, seeing his expression falter from the realization.

“Oh… right. Yes, I’m Solivan Brugmansia, but I prefer Sol.” He explains, looking back at you again, his expression back to the nonchalant stoic look. Must be his signature look. You nodded, fidgeting with your pencil.

“Right, Sol. To be totally transparent, I have no clue what we—” You waved a hand in between you and him. “—are supposed to be doing.” He raised an eyebrow at you, seemingly not impressed by your lack of social awareness.

“Why not? The teacher explained it a few times.” He retorted back, crossing his arms over his chest, leaning on his desk. You looked away from him, lightly tapping your pencil on the desk.

“I… wasn't really paying attention.” You said softly so only he could hear, not that anyone was even listening. He tried to hide the small smirk that was trying to appear, grabbing his sketchbook and pencil instead.

“Our project is about expressionism.—” He pointed to your face, seeing your slightly tired and bored expression. “—Like the expression you're making now. It's so cute.” He mumbled the last part to himself, but you heard it. The corners of your mouth quirked up slightly, trying to hide the smirk that threatened to appear. You raised an eyebrow at him, leaning slightly closer to him. He leaned slightly back, trying to create a bit of distance.

“You think my face is cute?” You asked soft enough to make him nervous again, tilting your head just enough to make his face burn hot. He looked away quickly, covering half of his face with his sketchbook to hide his reddening face.

“I-I was talking about the look or.. expression you had, but… your face is c-cute too…” He stuttered out, his grip on his sketchbook tightened slightly. Your eyes tracked the movement, looking at how he was holding it tightly like his life depended on it. You didn’t question it, but it made you feel weird, but not enough to find it strange.  He’s not doing anything wrong, right?

You turned away from him, picking up your pencil to start drawing him. “I’ll draw you first, you can pose however you want to.” You said, grabbing your notebook from the desk to hold it to draw better. He opened his mouth to interject, but the look you gave him made him shut his mouth and set his sketchbook down, letting you win the “argument.” He crossed his arms over his chest, sitting slightly slouched, sitting surprisingly very still. You started sketching him, your eyes looking at your work, occasionally glancing back at him, making sure you were drawing the lines correctly and having the right amount of shading.

Sol looked… handsome. His hair looked messy and also well put? Like he tried to make it look good but then gave up halfway but still somehow ended up good. He had dark circles under his eyes that made him look mysterious, and also sleep deprived. Does he ever sleep? He had two black piercings on one side of his lips, the light shining on them dimly, making it look like he had a slight pout. He was cute, but it's not like you'd admit it to him, he was a stranger to you. At least that's what you thought. But you did like his aesthetic, you should ask him after where he gets his clothes.

He felt his face heat up from your wandering eyes, turning his head to the side in hope that he could hide his reddening face from you. You chuckled softly from his slight embarrassment, finding it cute. He really was cute. 

“Is something the matter?” You asked, raising an eyebrow and looking back at his portrait, close to being halfways done by now. You heard him clear his throat, shifting slightly in his seat. God, he felt like he was burning on the inside. Why did you have to stare at him like that? Didn't you know what it did to him?

“I just… I'm not used to having someone stare at me… like that.” He finally said, his voice softer than it had been before. You hummed softly in response, doing a few touches on his hair.

“It's not always a bad thing when someone looks at you. Maybe I was just admiring the way you look.” You said, not sparing a glance at him as you continued your sketch. He blinked, his composure faltering slightly by your words. He swallowed hard before speaking, still trying to figure out if what you said was real or just in his head.

“You were… admiring me?” He asked gently, too softly, like if he spoke any louder, the world might shatter around him, taking you with the world. Your hand halted it's sketching long enough to look up at him, the side of your mouth twitching slightly to hold back a smirk. You stared at him for a moment longer before looking back at the sketch, but not moving to continue.

Finally, you spoke after what felt like an eternity to Sol. “Who wouldn't? Your style is cool and your face.. Well, it's cute. And your eyes…”

“My eyes?” He asked softly, his arms over his chest slowly lowering as you continued. You looked at him again, fully putting your notebook down, giving him your full attention.

“They're beautiful, Sol. I don't think I've met someone with your kind of eyes. And those dark coloring under your eyes make them even more mesmerizing.” You said, your voice sincere and light, the corner of your mouth lifting slightly in a somewhat smile. His heart felt like it could explode in his chest by your compliment on his eyes. Slowly, he raised a hand to his face, his fingertips touching his eye bags, right under his red orange eyes. No one had ever complimented his eyes, if they did, they never sounded sincere to him. He stared at you, unable to look away.

You looked away before you could notice the way his eyes softened, the way his hand gripped his shirt over his heart, the way his white pupils were dilated slightly and were heart-shaped.

“You have the most beautiful eyes too, my darling.” He whispered softly, too softly for you to hear him, preoccupied with trying to finish his portrait.

The rest of the class was quiet, neither of us saying anything as I tried to finish. When class was over, Sol tried to have a peek at your work, only for you to poke his forehead back with your finger, pushing him slightly back away from looking. He huffed but let it be until next time. Out in the hall, you both exchanged numbers, for the project, of course. You waved goodbye and went on your way to go home, back to your dingy apartment—alone.

While walking back, the streets grow darker each fifty steps you took. You could feel a pair of eyes on you, watching you. It made you feel uncomfortable to the point where you started to walk faster, hoping to get home before anything bad could happen.

You made it back to your apartment in one piece, shutting the door hard behind you and locking the bolt, surprised that it had worked this time. Hopefully it won't get stuck like last time.

You made your way through your apartment, dropping your bag down by the couch with a sigh, heading to your bedroom. You checked the time on your nightstand; 5:34 at night. You sighed, grabbing a few clothes to take a nice long hot bath, something you deserved after a long taxing day. You stripped off your clothes as you walked to your bathroom, closing the door behind you, turning on the hot water on and letting the water rise in the tub a little more than halfway before getting in and sighing softly as the water hit your skin. It felt nice. So very nice. So nice that after only thirty minutes in the tub, you started to fall asleep in the tub. It wouldn't hurt to rest your eyes, would it?

While you were resting your eyes in the tub, unbenounced to you, someone was in your apartment, climbing slowly into your bedroom, the lock broken for a while now that you hadn't even noticed.

Sol was wearing all black, pulling his mask down long enough to breathe the scent of your room, shuddering softly from the smell, delighting in your floral and citrusy, almost like lemon and what… daisy? Or maybe Roses? He couldn't tell, he'll need to see your perfumes so he could buy some. He would just yours if he could, but then you'd be upset if you thought you lost it. He didn't like that thought.

Slowly, he walked out of your bedroom, making sure that you weren't coming out of the bathroom any time soon. He went into the hallway of your small apartment, already halfway in the kitchen and living room at the same time. He stepped into the kitchen, carefully opening the fridge, checking to see if he could find anything. Finding a half empty gallon of milk, he decided to use that. Either that or water from the tap.

He grabbed the gallon of milk from the fridge, setting it softly on the counter and opening the lid. He reached into his pocket, taking out a small bag of crushed up sleeping pills, given by his best friend Hyugo. This was nothing new for Sol. He did this almost every night when he didn't have his “work.” It always excited him seeing you asleep with him near, unaware of him watching you, how he'd stroke your hair softly and nibble on your neck, and completely unaware of how he'd sometimes use your hand to stroke himself till he finished or how whimper to the feeling of your breasts in his hands as he dried humped you into oblivion as you slept. He wondered where Hyugo had gotten pills strong enough for you to be kept asleep through all that.

He poured the powder in the milk, pouring half of it instead of all of it this time, closing the lid of the milk and shaking it just enough to mix the drug and milk, putting it back in the fridge. He decided to look around, he had time, right?

He slowly walked in the living room, looking around at the pictures you've hung up and the books you've placed carefully on your bookshelves. In all the times that he has been in your apartment, he has never been in your living room, mostly in your bedroom or kitchen. He took in your old couch, your TV that seemed slightly too small, the color of your walls. He liked it. He could see himself here all the time, being with you, watching TV with you, cuddling on the couch, just anything to be near you. He heard a soft click of a door opening, and in a panic he fell onto the floor, hidden by the couch. He peeked over the corner of the couch, seeing you in nothing but a towel that hugged your body very well. Too well. He swallowed hard as you walked into the kitchen, running your fingers in your semi wet hair.

He watched you open the fridge and take out the milk, assuming that you were getting a glass of milk. As much as he wanted to stay, now was the time to go while you were distracted. He moved slowly, crawling on the floor to your bedroom, making sure you didn't notice him. Once in your bedroom, he quickly got up from the floor, already heading to the window, but then he heard your soft footsteps, heading towards your bedroom. He looked around, his heart racing in a panic, trying to find a place. 

His eyes landed on your closet and he scrambled to get there on time, opening it just enough to slide in and sit in the dark, closing the door softly and sitting in the far corner so he wouldn't be spotted. He looked through the little horizontal holes in the closet door, watching, waiting.

Finally, he spotted you walking in your room, holding a glass half filled of milk, hearing your soft sigh, exhausted by the day. He watched you place the milk on your nightstand and take off your towel, tossing it on your bed for a second as you looked in your drawer. He gasped softly, unable to believe that he was watching you strip!

Of course, he has seen you without clothes before, usually either without a shirt or pants, but fully? Only in his wet dreams. He swallowed again, his eyes roaming over your body, at least of what he could see. He felt his pants tightening nonetheless. Your closet smelled of you, it was almost too much for him.

He watched you put on clean underwear, they looked to be a pastel green with a small tiny darker green bow just on the panty waistband. Green. His favorite color. He bit his bottom lip at the sight, imagining all sorts of things he shouldn't be. Not when you barely knew him for a day! But he has known you for what felt like years. It was years.

He leaned back against the wall, placing a hand over his mouth as you made your way over to the closet, opening it and tossing your used towel in the towel—right on his head, the towel covering his face. He didn't make a sound as you grabbed a shirt from your closet and closed it, unaware of the peeping tom in your closet.

He stayed quiet, listening, hearing your soft footsteps, the sound of the light turning off, the sound of you climbing into bed. He waited, his heart pounding in his chest. After what felt like hours, it was really only ten minutes, he raised his hand and took off the towel from his head, bringing it to his nose, and inhaling. Oh God, your smell was addicting.

He shuddered softly, closing his eyes and inhaling the smell of the towel again. The towel was still slightly wet and warm from your body heat. He loved it. He groaned softly in the towel, his hand grabbing the end of the towel and started to rub it against his hard bulge in his pants, unable to take the tightness of his pants.

His thoughts of you filled his mind as he leaned his head back on the wall, groaning softly into the towel, biting down so he wouldn't be too loud. He thought of his hands on your chest, the feeling of your nipples hardening in between his fingers, squeezing enough to make you moan in painful pleasure. He thought about his fingers going down in between your thighs, feeling your wetness and moving his fingers along your folds before slipping them inside you, hearing you moan for him.

He rubbed the towel faster, moving his hips slowly, humping the towel through his jeans, imagining it was you. He felt hot in his clothes, his breathing becoming ragged in the towel, biting down hard enough to hurt his spider bites.

His bangs clung to the sweat of his forehead that was starting to form, his cock aching in his pants. He wanted more, needed more. He rubbed the towel faster on his bulge, inhaling the towel scent again, whimpering softly into it. He was close, so very close, and his imagination wasn't helping him. His hips moved against the towel more, chasing his release.

He opened his eyes long enough to slightly look through the closet holes, to faintly see your body on your bed, sleeping peacefully, blissfully unaware of his presence in your closet, rubbing himself on your used towel. Seeing you sleeping and unaware did something to him, like it always did. He groaned again in the towel, his pants suddenly feeling warmer.

He panted softly, catching his breath from the intense sensation of his cum in his pants. It wasn't the first and he knew it wouldn't be the last. He used the towel to try to clean his mess in his pants, at least the outside of it.

He tossed the towel aside, contaminated by his own fluid and opened the closet door slightly, making sure everything was quiet before crawling out, slowly getting up from his hands and knees. He slowly tiptoed to the window, staying quiet. As he reached the window, he couldn't help but steal another glance at you. Oh, how beautiful you looked as you slept, the blankets half on you and half off your body, sleeping on your side facing him.

He knew it was a risk, but he couldn't help himself. He was completely wrapped around your finger without you knowing. He cursed himself softly before stepping closer, kneeling down on his knees next to your bed, placing a hand softly on your bed, next to your face. His eyes scanned your sleeping expression, his lips parted slightly, his eyes darting from your closed eyes, your nose, then your lips. One kiss wouldn't hurt, right?

He licked his lips, cupping your face ever so gently and slowly leaning in, closing his eyes. His lips brushed against yours softly, as if afraid that he'd hurt you from a simple kiss to the lips. He pressed his lips slightly more on yours, relishing in the soft kiss. His hand from your face slowly moved down, his fingertips touching your jawline lightly. He moved his lips down, kissing your chin softly. He couldn't stop even though he should, but he didn't want to.

You hummed softly, feeling someone kiss you in your dreams. It was enough to wake you. You opened your eyes slowly, still groggy, but clearly seeing a figure in front of you. That alerted you. You jolted up, a scream leaving your throat as you tried to move away from the sudden person that was kissing you. Before your scream could even end, Sol grabbed your wrist and used his other hand to cover your mouth, scattering to make you stop screaming, and his sudden movement to get on top of you didn't help.

You screamed in his hand, your eyes wide as they adjusted to the darkness, finding Sol shushing you softly, panic in his red orange eyes.

“Shh, it's ok, please stop screaming.” He whispered to you, panic laced in his voice, panting softly from adrenaline and the rush of being caught by you. Your heart was racing in your chest, your eyes locked onto his, unable to look away. “I'm sorry, I-I didn't mean to scare you.” He continued, his face apologetic and tone filled with guilt, but he didn't move to get off you. He swallowed hard, trying to control his uneven breathing.

“If I let go of your mouth, will you promise to not scream?” He asked softly, hoping you wouldn't scream at him again. You made no move to show that you wouldn't scream, but you averted your gaze from his, clearly thinking over his hopeful question. You looked back at him and nodded.

Slowly, he removed his hand from your mouth, his hand slightly shaky. He waited for you to scream, to do anything. But you didn't. You were just breathing softly, your eyes still wide from confusion and maybe irritation. Sol couldn't tell. He didn't move to get off you, but he let go of your wrist, staring down at you, mesmerizing you, the feeling of you under him.

“Sol… how did you get in?” You asked softly, finally speaking to him. You remembered locking the bolt door when you came home that evening, and there wasn't any other way to get in. Not that you knew of.

“The… window.” He replied softly, raising a hand and pointed to the window with the broken latch. You blinked, surprised that your window was broken. “How?” You asked. Such a simple question, right? Not for Sol. He swallowed hard before answering.

“I… broke it. A while ago.”

“Why?”

“To get in… since you lock your door sometimes.”

You were stunned by how honest his answers were, they left you speechless even. Sol wouldn't lie to you, he never would and never will.

“Why did you do that, Sol?” You asked softly, afraid of the answer. He didn't hesitate when he answered, almost eager to answer your questions.

“Because I love you, and I can't help myself… I wanted to be near you, to be with you. I love you, pumpkin.” 

You blinked, registering the nickname he called you. The same nickname that had been torturing you in your dreams. “... What?” You asked, your voice soft, too soft.

“I love you-”

“Not that. What did you call me?” You interrupted him, not registering that he just confessed he loved you, but solely focusing on the nickname. His brows furrowed slightly from your interruption.

“Pumpkin..?” He said, almost like a question rather than a statement. Pumpkin. Yes, indeed the same nickname in your dreams.

“Sol… how long have you been… visiting me at night?” You asked, needing to know, desperate for the answer.

“A while. Months. So long.” It was… almost an answer. But it was an answer enough for you. The dream you've been having for months. It was his fault. Sol’s fault. Whispering to you in your sleep that you'll be together forever with him. But you didn't know him, or at least you didn't think you did.

“Who are you?”

“Your soulmate.”

Sol didn't hesitate when answering, almost like he had been practicing that response. Your eyes narrowed on him, thinking over his response. Was he dense? Convinced that you were meant to be his? Where was the chapter you missed in finding a soulmate?

“I don't know you-”

“Oh, but you do. You know me.” Sol grabbed your hand gently and placed it on his chest, over his heart, his eyes bright in the dark. “You know me, you just… you just forgot, that's all. It has been a while since we last spoke.” He continued, his voice filled with hope. Your brows furrowed at his response, clearly not convinced. 

He continued.

“The first time we met was special to me. We had the same class together, our first semester of English class, creative writing to be exact. We had to write about what we wanted for the future. It was just us two in the class, everyone had gone off to lunch. You came up to me and asked me if I figured out what I wanted.”

His grip on your hand tightened slightly, his face slightly closer than before to yours. He continued.

“I said no, I didn't know what I wanted to do with my future. And then you took my paper and pen, writing something down. Do you remember what you wrote?” He asked, tilting his head slightly. You shook your head, unable to answer his question. He smiled sadly but continued anyway.

“‘One day, Sol and I will be married.’ Married. You looked at me with such a cute and wide smile, I thought my heart stopped completely. You looked so beautiful then, and you're so beautiful now.” He let go of your hand and cupped your face with both of his hands, his eyes pleading with yours. “Do you remember?” He asked softly again, hoping that you would remember.

You swallowed, trying your best to remember. You sorta remember something of the sort. All you really remember was helping someone out with a paper that was blank. Was it Sol? It could've been, but to be honest, you were busy your first year at the college, everything was a blur. But you did remember those eyes in your dreams and in the past.

“Your eyes. I remember your eyes.” You finally responded. Sol let out a sigh of relief, at least you remembered something from the past. Without a warning, he closed the gap in between you, his lips crashing into yours. You stiffened under him, not expecting that. His lips moved against yours slightly, unable to help himself. When he pulled away, he looked at you, adoration in his eyes. He looked… lovesick.

“I love you. So very much, and you even remembering my eyes means so much to me. We were meant to be, we are soulmates, even in your dreams.” You blinked at his words, taken aback by his knowledge about the dreams.

“How did you..?” You faltered, unable to finish your sentence. He just chuckled softly, kissing the corner of your mouth gently.

“Did you know you talk in your sleep?” He whispered softly to you, his nose grazing your cheek. You felt your face get hot, clearly not knowing that information about yourself. “And those lovely drawings you never finish, I'm flattered you tried to draw me.” He pulled away enough to see your expression, unable to hide the pleasure he got from seeing how shocked you were.

“You looked through my notebook?” He nodded, clearly pleased with himself.

“We are perfect together. We draw each other, dream about each other. We need each other.” He said softly, his thumb grazing your cheek softly, slowly moving down to your lips, feeling the softness of them.

“Please… let me love you. Let me show you that we were made for each other.” He pleaded softly, looking at you expectantly. You stared at him in disbelief. That is crazy! Who would be crazy enough to let someone love you to prove that you were soulmates?

Well, you just might be. You did dream about the fucker. His words, his touch, maybe this was a dream as well. What could hurt?

You leaned in, kissing him softly, your eyes closed as you kissed him. He instantly melted into your kiss, cupping your face and deepening the kiss, his lips moving against yours. You placed your hands on his chest, feeling his heart racing hard against his chest.

You tilted your head to the side, opening your mouth for him, your arms moving to wrap around his neck, deepening the kiss. He groaned in your mouth, his hands starting to roam your body, from your chest to your sides down to your thighs. He lifted you slightly so that he was sitting up on your bed, and you were on his lap now. His hands were warm on your exposed thighs, squeezing just enough to make you whimper softly against his lips. He pulled his mouth away from yours, trailing soft yet desperate kisses down your jaw to your neck, almost like a starved man in desperate need of you in his hands and in between his teeth.

You leaned your head back, accepting this, despite only knowing him for half a day, and yet it sorta felt like you knew him for a while in a way. Like your body knew his touch yet your mind didn't. His hands moved from your thighs, his fingertips going under your shirt, as if silently asking for permission. Not like he needed it, he had already felt your body in his hands, but it was only polite.

In a silent response, you moved your hands, allowing yourself to take off your shirt, tossing it aside, almost completely naked, saved for your pastel green underwear. Sol’s pants felt tight, too tight. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close enough to him that he captured one of your breasts in his mouth, his tongue swirling around your peaked nipple. You let out a soft moan, your fingers digging into his hair. You could feel his bulge pressing against you in between your legs, feeling his need.

One of his hands was on your lower back, the other on the back of your neck, pulling you closer to him, desperate for your touch, your warmth. He couldn't get enough. He wanted more. He let go of your nipple with a soft wet sound, the hard peak wet from his saliva as his mouth found its way to your neck, his teeth biting down on your neck, earning a muffled whimper from you.

“You're so warm.” He mumbled softly against your neck, one hand moving downwards, his fingers slipping past the waistband of your panties. He needed to feel you. He couldn't stand not touching you. His fingers rubbed against your folds, feeling the wetness that was already growing there. You gasped, only for it to be muffled by Sol’s lips, kissing you deeply as his fingers rubbed your clit, swallowing your moans and whimpers.

“So wet.”

His middle finger slipped inside you, making you gasp softly against his lips. The corner of his mouth twitched upwards from the sound, encouraging him to continue. Slowly, he pulled his finger in and out of you, hearing the soft moans you were letting out. He added another finger, slowly stretching your cunt out in an almost loving way.

“So tight.”

You moaned as his fingers curled inside you, curling just at the right spot. You couldn't take it anymore. With the use of your hands, you pushed him down onto your bed, straddling him, his fingers still inside you but they stopped, making you pant softly from them. You looked down at him, unable to take it anymore. You needed him.

You started moving against his fingers, starting to ride his fingers with purpose, unable to stop yourself. He groaned softly, watching you move on him, using his fingers to get off. You were getting close, too close. You needed him. Desperately.

You grabbed his wrist, pulling enough to take his fingers out of you, your wetness dripping off his fingers and into the palm of his hand. You unfastened his belt, not wanting to slow down or stop. That was until he spoke up.

“P-please be gentle! I-I haven't…” he stopped himself, making you stop and look at him, panting heavily, staring at him, waiting for him to continue. He didn't, his cheeks flushed and red, his eyes not looking into yours.

“You haven't what?” You asked finally, breathless. He didn't know if he should continue, not sure on how'd you'd react. He swallowed before looking at you, embarrassment on his face.

“I haven't.. done this before.” He whispered, almost too soft for you to hear. But you heard it. You blinked.

“What?”

The tip of his ears were pink, his face hot as he looked up at me, his face mixed with embarrassment and seriousness. “I have never.. done this. Sex.” He repeated, his heart racing in his chest.

“You're a virgin?” You asked without thinking. He nodded, averting his gaze from yours, not wanting to see any disappointment in your eyes. But there wasn't. To be honest, it sorta made things more… special? You didn't know, but it made you feel something.

“Is that… a bad thing?” He asked softly, meeting your gaze once more. You leaned down and kissed him softly, your hand unzipping his pants. He gasped softly, feeling your fingers go into his pants, touching his boxers.

“No, it's ok. I'll be gentle.” You said softly, your fingers going into his boxers, touching his hard length. He groaned from the feeling of your hand on his cock, wanting more.

He helped you slide his pants off, his cock springing free from his pants and boxers. The size of him was… impressive. It makes your mouth dry up from the thought.

“Does it… look bad?” He asked, worried that it wasn't to your liking. You shook your head, your hand wrapping around his length, earning a soft hiss from him.

“It looks… delicious.” You whispered to him, kissing his lips softly as you moved your underwear to the side enough to rub the tip in your wet folds, your tongue prying his mouth open, your tongue swirling around his.

You positioned yourself on him before lowering yourself, hearing him gasping against your mouth, his hands gripping your hips like his life depended on it, feeling your walls slowly engulfing around him. He couldn't help it as his hips rolled up into you slightly, needing to feel all of you. You moaned, placing your hands on his sides to make him stop moving his hips.

He whined softly in protest, looking up at you with desperate eyes. You waited, sitting fully on him. It was his first time, so you'll need to be gentle and slow at first.

You started moving on him, your hands moving to his chest, gripping his shirt he was still wearing. He whimpered, his fingers digging into your hips, helping you slowly lift up and back down on him. You moved like that, hearing his soft whimpers. He moved his hips occasionally, urging and pleading for you to go faster, to move on his harder. He sat up slightly, his mouth finding your chest, kissing and sucking gently, his hands moving to your sides.

“P-please, pumpkin… use me, take whatever you desire from me—nnnh..–please..” He pleaded, looking up at you with those red orange eyes, like how a puppy looks at its owner. It was too much. How could you deny someone's begging when they're so cute?

You started moving faster, wrapping your arms around his neck, rolling your hips in a way that made him moan loud, burying his face in your neck to silence himself. His hands gripped your back and skin, pulling you closer onto him, making himself go deeper.

It felt like bliss, the way he moved inside you, how he gripped you like you were his lifeline, groaning and whimpering, muttering words of pleas to love him and to never leave him, not like you were listening, too wrapped up in the feeling of his cock twitching in you deep.

It felt great, too great. For both of you. The air mixed with sweat and whispers of Sol’s love confession and moans.

Even after the heated air cooled down, with Sol in your arms, limbs wrapped with limbs. You still didn't understand what convinced Sol that you were made for each other, or even why he started being in your dreams. But a part of you hopes that it won't end.