[c/w: Using Kunikuzushi as Wanderer's name here, I was already half way when I realised I had also written this in a modern au...]
A yawn left his lips, before propping his chin back onto his palm, sitting idly at the counter. His gaze move towards the huge glass window near the entrance door, raindrops pitter pattering adding to the gentle background music within the cafe.
It was a slow day, not many customers had came in. And the ones that did were only few and easy enough to handle. Perhaps only a few coffee refills every now and then. Adding more pastries when they felt peckish. Patrons were either enjoying some quiet time on their own, or working, or studying even.
Which immediately made Kunikuzushi's gaze return to the inside of the cafe, at a specific table near the back corner where it was quieter when it was a usual day. He can only think it's even more peaceful on days like this.
You were a regular there at the cafe, coming in on most days to grab your usual go-to drink. It's only on some occasions you'd order something else, or something stronger when you're busy studying. Like today.
You had came in just before the rain started, and Kunikuzushi had just started his shift an hour prior. He had already started on your drink before the order even came in. From the amount of books you were carrying, he guessed you were going to have another solo study session. And when your order came in, he had guessed it right.
It had been an hour and a half since then. And he was starting to get sleepy, not only from the cool rain outside but also lack of drinks he had to make. He even had his own cup of coffee next to him to keep him awake. Just as another yawn passed his lips, you had already stood from your seat moving towards the counter. Another drink ordered, and a couple of pastries before you went to the bathroom.
It was about time you took a break, he thought.
Two more hours passed, and the rain still hadn't let up. His boss didn't allow him to scroll on his phone during work hours, but apparently reading a book was fine. So he ended up reading something out of boredom, only stopping when someone came in to shield from the rain or those already there wanted another drink.
It was after he rang up another customer did his eyes catch your seated form once more. Unlike earlier, you seemed to be upset. A frown on your lips, brows furrowed and a hand now tousling your hair in no doubt frustration. Must have been a subject you didn't particularly like.
He gave the cafe a once over, Nahida had just went to the back to check on inventory and there wasn't much to do. A few aimless taps of his finger on the counter before a sigh left his lips, and he finds himself making another drink. Eyes glancing at you every now and then.
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"I'll be taking these away..."
Your attention immediately shifted from your notes up to the low and quiet voice from your side. The usual barista you see on most days, had pointed towards the empty plates and cups from hours ago.
"O-Oh, of course. Thank you very much..."
You let him take the used plates and cups quietly, only to be confused when he had set down a freshly made hot beverage and a plate of your favourite pastry.
"I didn't order these..."
"It's on the house", he said simply, waving off the confused expression you gave him.
"Oh! Then can you thank your boss for me?"
He gave you a pointed look, for a second he almost seemed offended.
"Nahida went to the back awhile ago", he had scoffed.
You knew he can be a little um...rough...sometimes, but never really to a point customers ever complain about it. His service was always good too, never getting an order wrong and quick to attend to patrons even though he didn't look like it. But you couldn't help but feel he's just a tad bit upset right now.
"You got number four and nine wrong by the way", he had suddenly say before you could utter an apology.
"Huh?"
Your gaze immediately snapped down to your work sheet, reading back the questions. When you look back up, he was already walking towards the back.
"W-Wait...how did you..."
Another scoff, barely turning to look at you before he answered, "Social science students should be ashamed if they don't even know something that simple"
Instead of looking dumbfounded like he had assumed, you seem to perk up at his words. A hopeful look quickly taking over your face, "Um, I know I shouldn't bother you at work...b-but I've been having some trouble with this particular subject..."
Your voice grew quieter with each word. Perhaps you're realizing it was a silly request to ask from someone you barely knew. Sure you came by often, but you two didn't quite talk as often as you do with Nahida...
"So you do know better"
Your shoulders immediately slump at his words. Taking it as a 'no', and dreading having to read through your book again when you still didn't get it the several attempts before.
"My break is in an hour. Think you can survive that long?"
Now he gets the baffled look from you.
"Y-Yes! Absolutely! Thank you so much!"
"Mm, no big deal", he tried to wave it off, about to continue his way to the back.
"I mean it! A-And the coffee and treats too! Sorry I thought it was from Nahida... Um, you're Kunikuzushi right?"
"...Yeah yeah, whatever. I said it wasn't a big deal, so pipe it"
He quickly moved to the kitchen before you could say anything more. And was it just you or did you see his ears turn red just now??
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Bonus;
"Oh my, did you just made a new friend? That's great!"
"Don't even start. And how in the world did you see that? You were at the back this whole time!"
Firm devotee that he's either asleep or providing necessities, from orange juice, food to blankets, etc. Preferably holds you close with blinding eyes—he can't believe he truly, solely holds you that close. He brushes the strands of hair from your face to the back of your ear while he practically attempts to conjoin into one by the way he'd slump on top of you.
Cleans up after the mess (clothes, damp sheets etc) before you could struggle to do so—you swear a few of your undergarments vanishes from thin air and every time they would always never appear in the laundry. He just loves stealing them and whenever you'd ask—he'd play dumb and ask if you'd like to drive down for new ones.
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
He doesn't necessarily have a favourite for himself as some part of him believes he's unworthy of your flesh, best I'd route to is his hands—anything to touch you and clutch you as close as possible. If he could pick a favourite for you? He couldn't; however, your eyes—whenever it would gaze upon his, longer than needed, it always enlightens and sparks something animalistic in him.
He loves your body—period. To him, your bare nudity is equivalent to an empty canvas whilst his mouth is the paintbrush, pencil and pen altogether; therefore to him, creating his initial using a bundle of hickeys, whenever it's small or just somewhere by your back is similar to constructing art—it's something that inexplicably heightens his joy.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically… I’m a disgusting person)
His release is pretty messy, sticky and problematic to scrape off; therefore, he gets really ecstatic whenever you'd swallow his semen. Speaking of which… He loves having your slick all over him—preferebly the wetness of your slop just dripping down his lips after he's done providing oral. He's unforgiving when it comes to “wasting” your release.
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
Sol has a shrine of you—and I mean that in any way or form, even if it's mere polaroids glued to the wall with X's on Crowe's(or anyone else's) face—even a doll he's made to replicate you.
Actively steals your undergarments as he watches you prance around confused why half of your underwears are basically missing—whereas the sudden amount as if they returned was constantly enough to halt your suspicions, with some randomly appearing with questionable stains through the edge or small poked holes.
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
Definitely not the experienced type, he knows a bit here or there—most probably from porn magazines or to XXX websites he'd seen and hentai games where the characters resemble you. Though, he's a visual learner—has a high libido if it's you we're talking about.
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
Anything that lets him stare at your face, he loves how your face contorts—a slight twist on your lips? The sudden flicker of your eyes? Your pupils rolling back or perhaps, as simple as that disgruntled yet pleasured expression you have? All because of him?
Missionary, Pearly gates, cowgirl… The list goes on, he's willing to try out what you're into either way—he's not reluctant if you're on the freakier side of life.
G = Goofy (are they more serious at the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
Definitely leans into a serious type of guy—he loves to show his affection for you and where else when you're both feeling pleased? He'd appreciate a joke here and there but just limit it to where he's not distracted or brink to annoyance.
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
Look. I saw it. So, I have the right to say—yes, he is groomed and slick. No fur, pure cleanliness down there. Whenever he gets hard, the veins on his crotch are vivid—the tip is undeniably red to reflect how catastrophically turned on he is with you.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
For him, it's constantly a mix between the brink of insanity to unadulterated vulnerability.
He's very romantic—in his own terms, he tends to get lost on praising you along with him declaring how the two of you were made to be one—that it was fate, especially from the fact he's a virgin which in return, he holds you tight and loves to smell your hair—a little too surprising how quick he knows what brand of perfume you're wearing and if you're not, he'll speak up about how he loves your scent and if it's possible to transfer your smell into a cologne, he would spray it on every inch of his body. Everyday.
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
Whenever Sol jerks off—he's not aware of the disgruntled/pained yet pleasured/mouth-agape expression he makes. He does feel slightly self-conscious about the noises he emits, though, the moment you begin praising and comforting him that his whimpers are one of the things you get off to? He doesn't waste time capatalizing that during sex.
His imagination is practically his best friend—he's got enough of you to have a built in pornhub sequence with only you starring as every pornstar in his mind.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
One of his kinks is definitely Somnophilia, not only is he a peeping tom and the text book definition of voyeurism—a perverted bastard who gets off with the idea that nobody else other than him could see the privacy of your life, the intimacy of how clueless you are that prying eyes of his are always, always striking right through your window or that camera camouflaged perfectly within the crack of your wall.
Sol would be into the noises you emit—not loud moans, groans or any within that area but more of, sensational sweet nothings along with whispers from your mouth and paired with praise—compliments are one thing; however, combined with a soft spoken tone? Practically enough for him to nut. Don't forget calling him, “Good boy.”
He's not against asphyxiophilia, though, it's in a scenario that YOU'RE the one choking him, it really gets him going from the idea that you could absolutely take advantage of that position yet chooses to pleasure him instead, bonus points whenever you exploit his choker during sex.
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
Biased towards your bed, his bed and wherever you'd like to initiate—He's willing to provide lip service in a public restroom or a cinema. He's freaky when he finally opens up at least some section of his obsession—however, when the two of you recently got together, he still hesitates mainly with the fear of scaring you off.
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
Do I even have to spell it out? It's just you, quite literally nothing else but you. It doesn't take awhile for his libido to spring up and all you have to do is talk, or even touch him innocently and that would be enough for the barrage of thoughts to bombard his filthy mind.
Solivan would cream from the mere fact you're staring at him—give or take, about five minutes while he's begging for you to look away. After all, your eyes were made to be dreamy and his eyes were meant for staring at you.
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
Sharing, threesomes or whatever—if you ever bring it up, it will ignite a conversation of “Over my dead body!” He refuses to indulge into practices where another person involves you to fuck them, touch them, kiss them and let alone talk to them.
It's one of the breaking points that he sincerely does not understand when you bring up that idea. He'd wonder if he's not good enough for you or if he needs to improve his ways of pleasing you—which he gladly complies with if you complain about it. Therefore, apologies to people out there looking for a threesome with Crowe/Hyugo.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
If you squeeze your thighs around his neck while he eats you out—he will purposely squish them closer as tight as possible. You're not sure if he's red from grasping air or simply flushed as hell.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
f!Starts out slow but gradually fastens his momentum, he likes to fill you up with his crotch while sneaking a few of his fingers down and rub intensely by the clit and if he's feeling frisky, he'd add a finger in before penetrating inside and curling his fingers upwards, often heats up whenever the two of are that close—you could hear him pant and whimper while he suckles your earlobes at the same time, you never admitted it whenever he'd ask if you could hear the "ᴵˡᵒᵛᵉʸᵒᵘˢᵒᵐᵘᶜʰᶠᵘᶜᵏᵗʰⁱˢⁱˢʰᵉᵃᵛᵉⁿᵈᵒⁿᵗᵉᵛᵉʳᵗᵃᵏᵉᵐᵉᵃʷᵃʸᶠʳᵒᵐʸᵒᵘ" and etc he'd grunt out.
m!Starts out slow but gradually fastens, he likes to grip your cock and jerk you off from behind while breathing down your neck—most of the time, he struggles to strut up; therefore, whenever the two of you are positioned standing up, he'd cage you down to a wall to ensure that you're not going anywhere. you never admitted it whenever he'd ask if you could hear the "ᴵˡᵒᵛᵉʸᵒᵘˢᵒᵐᵘᶜʰᶠᵘᶜᵏᵗʰⁱˢⁱˢʰᵉᵃᵛᵉⁿᵈᵒⁿᵗᵉᵛᵉʳᵗᵃᵏᵉᵐᵉᵃʷᵃʸᶠʳᵒᵐʸᵒᵘ" and etc he'd grunt out or the fact he pants like a wet dog.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
Not very fond of the idea, though in my opinion—he's not opposed to public sex, especially in bathroom stalls if he's feeling "heated", he loves taking his time with you and a quickie doesn't fulfill his wants even if he cummed pretty quickly, he needs to worship you and provide every single thing before letting you go.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
He's 50/50, about open-minded as you are and doesn't stray too far out of whatever freaky is to you, he's always up to follow and doesn't question what kind of risks you drag him—he might get a little flustered if it takes him in shock, but he is definitely not going to back off—in fact, he's reeling in, really tight.
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
He has a pretty direct and decent stamina, it doesn't take him awhile to be all sloppy and wet but he looks incredibly appealing whenever he gets so—pitiable. Like he's all worn out and you're still capable to continue, anyhow... He pursues despite the overstimulation he's undergoing if you're able to reach a questionable amount of rounds.
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
I hate to break it to you but Sol would probably not into toys in general, he despises the idea of an object inhabiting you instead of him—occasionally, if you managed to sneak it in, a few of insecurities leak out and ponders into self-doubt, mainly followed with jealousy.
He's not opposed to it but he does not completely welcome it either to be on the front stage during sex.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
He's more of the teasee more than the teaser in this situation, he's not much of a bully when it comes to sex—he couldn't, if you were sprawled out and for the taking, how can he simply hold himself back? Especially when the sun hits your shoulder blades so perfectly or the way the heat gushes through your chest? He's not holding himself back.
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
Whimper, whimper, whimper. Did I mention, whimpering? He mumbles incoherent sentences that are spoken too fast and it's pathetic how his face practically reddens with the way he holds his breath, he tends to get soft-spokenly perverted without realizing it.
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
Unfortunately or fortunately, if you own a pair of scrunchies he would use them as a sort of fleshlight. Before you began dating, they would mysteriously disappear—however, now that you two began living together the scrunchies would oddly repopulate. They're definitely… Not yours.
During your marriage life or by the chance you handed him a friendship bracelet/ring, he would jerk off with it equipped on his finger/wrist—scraping the veins on his crotch with the testament of how much he loves you, that your scent and mark which held the accessories so close to him intimately.
It's canon he has nipple piercings. It's definitely sensitive. Suck it and go wild with that.
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
I'd say about 6 inches? It has a decent width and has a slight curve when you take a look, he's more clean-shaven but he's willing to test out your preferences, if you have some. He's not insecure about his cock but it definitely hits the spot if you mention that he isn't your preference or that you're not interested on piercings when it comes to genitals.
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
A man who yearns is a man who earns. He's a fucking freak, genuinely will be able to match your freak as well—he does not have any lengths or questions if it is too much or not, all he cares about is what you want and if you'll want him if he does that—he's a desperate slurry whimpering crap and he's not there to deny that, he's willing to enforce that and is capable to, it really depends on your mood but I firmly do not think he's able to function without a few sexual instances without you—or at least, you'll catch him slipping frequently in the bathroom.
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
He's kinda quick to fall? He likes to admire you, reflect on the fact he's reached what he's always wanted, your flesh and his slick mixed after sex—as if you'd vanish within the minute, he can't stand that fact so he'd probably, on purpose pass out on top of you to prevent you from leaving. It's a little sweet, until you realize how crusty the aftermath will be.
minors don’t interact!!!!! 18+ only mature content under tab
synopsis : sol was obsessed with you the moment he laid eyes on you. you were his soulmate. he’d make sure no one else would touch you. he is the only one who can satisfy you. don’t you know that?
warnings : yandere, masturbation, obsessive behavior, stalking, somnophilia, cnc, dubcon, predatory behavior, smut, long word count, drugging, grinding, penetration, very rough sex, whiny submissive Sol at one point, and dominant Sol at another point.
author’s note : if you just want to read smut skip to sections with the 🍋 icon
long word count (11.7k+ words) i mean this might as well be split into different chapters but i don’t want to do that, also i decided to change him referring to you as pumpkin to something else sorry. gave him a tongue piercing because it sounded fun >:3 also i hate tumblr formatting so read on ao3 if you want . (gloomy_kitty)
also not 100% lore accurate
thanksss to my friend who proofread this for me!!
Sol was obsessed with you and had been since you first arrived at the school. The moment his scarlet eyes landed on you something strange was awakened within him. It felt like love at first sight—no it was love at first sight. Did you remember your first encounter? No, it was so long ago you probably hadn’t. He did though, he remembered how he felt so vividly. His heart pounded in his chest, butterflies fluttered in his stomach, and his breath hitched making it difficult to breath the moment he had seen you. That cute library assistant that worked on campus. He remembered how he had walked up to you at the counter, asking for a book for class. How you went out of your way to help him find it, not complaining a single time.
“You absolutely need this book for your class right?” You asked him, sighing in defeat after nearly an hour of searching the library.
“Yes, but if you can’t find it don’t w-“ Sol began, a bit irritated that this was required for his passing grade. But he’d just ordered it online and prayed it arrived on time before finals.
“No. I know we have it. Don’t worry I’ll find it. Just give me another day. Here write down your info and I’ll give you a call once I do.” You said determinedly, sliding a sticky note and pen towards him. “O..okay.” He mumbled and wrote down his information. He fully expected you to not ever find the book or just forget to call him to let him know of your findings. But the very next morning he received a call from an unknown number. “Hello?” He answered.
“Hi this ______ from the school’s library. I found the book you were looking for. It’s reserved at the front desk. If I’m not here just let whoever is at the counter know your name.” You said, he could tell that you were quite happy.
Sol’s eyes widened in shock, you really found it. He responded back with a simple thanks and during a free period he went to the library. There he saw you shelving away books, a content expression on your face. Awkwardly he walked up to you clearing his throat, when he realized you had an earbud in. You jumped in surprise, dropping the book you were holding. Then, at the same time you and Sol reached down to grab the book. Your hand on top of his for a brief second before you pulled away. It felt like a bolt of electricity shot through him. “Whoops! Oh hey you’re the guy from yesterday!” You laughed quietly as he handed you back the book. With that you checked him out reminding him that late fees would occur if he didn’t bring it back on time. You explained how you stayed over an hour after your shift to find what he was needing, then it turned out it was in the completely wrong genre! A historical book tucked away with comics, how egregious!
When Sol asked why you did that you shrugged, simply saying, “I don't want anyone to fail their first semester because I was too lazy to find a book for them. It’s my job after all.” You flashed him a smile. As you handed it over your fingers brushed over him for another brief moment. That same electric feeling coursed through his body. It was that moment something had awakened inside Sol. He was obsessed now.
That memory played in his head for over a year, he had found out your first name. One day when sitting in the library “studying” he overheard you telling a blonde girl about how excited you were for your art class in the fall then you explained what period it would be. Since there was only one introduction to art class that fall semester for the period before lunch, he was going to enroll in art class regardless so might as well make sure he was in yours. Everything had been planned out. Sol didn’t leave any detail forgotten.
He got to class early, sitting in the back of the classroom. He placed his backpack on the chair next to him and anyone he tried to sit next to he glared at, causing them to scurry away. Now he just needed to wait for you to arrive, you’d have to take the only available seat open next to him in a full class.
Like he planned There were no more seats left in class, you had arrived a bit late, only barely beating the bell. He watched as your eyes darted around the classroom looking for somewhere to sit, then a relief look washed over your cute face when you spotted the open seat next to him. Quickly you made your way over pulling out the chair, “Is this taken?” You asked him, already beginning to slip off your backpack.
“N..no.” Sol replied avoiding your gaze, he was focused on his sketchbook, his pencil tapping against the book as he tried to control his breathing. “Oh thank god.” You sighed in relief, finally taking your seat. Rummaging through your backpack you pulled out all the essentials you’d need for art class. It worked. His plan went perfectly!
Sol found it difficult to concentrate on the professor’s words as he discussed basic art fundamentals, he just kept glancing over at you. Your perfume smelled so intoxicating, it drove him wild. The way you studiously jotted down notes was so adorable. Then class ended much to the man’s horror, he hadn’t written down a single thing but most importantly you gathered your things to leave without saying a word to him. He lingered in the classroom a bit, slowly shoving his sketchbook back into his backpack.
A couple days passed before he could see you again, and the whole time he found it difficult to think about anything else other than you. Sol was a bit angry at himself for not even speaking to you, that was his chance to reintroduce himself. He would talk to you next time, he promised himself.
The next class came and you were once again in the same predicament as last time. Arrived to class right before the bell went off and the only seat opened was next to the same guy as before. Not that you minded, he seemed nice enough. “Hey.” You greeted him quietly as you sat down before taking a seat. “Hi.” He returned your greeting quietly. He once again didn’t speak to you and that cycle went on for some time, before finally he had an excuse for the two of you to speak. He wasn’t sure why he kept shying away from you. Shit, he could barely even concentrate in class.
Then the next class came. “Everyone, please pair up with the person beside you, I want you and your partner to discuss today’s chapter.” The professor mumbled as he took a seat back down at his desk, immediately kicking his feet onto the desk and tapping away on his phone.
Turning around with a sigh you looked at your partner with a smile, “Hi. Thanks for always saving me a seat. I’m ______.” You introduced yourself, then gave the dark haired man an encouraging nod to speak. I know what your name is. He thought. Sol rubbed the back of his neck, nervously avoiding your eyes, his gaze fixated to the side. “Yeah it’s no problem. I’m..Sol.” He introduced himself back, hoping that maybe you remembered him.
“Nice to meet you, Sol.” You chimed in reply, holding your hand out. He looked at your hand, then back at you before he shook your hand back. “Yeah, same.” He said, a small smile making its way to his pierced lips. The moment your hands touched, he felt his heart do a leap, and without meaning to he held onto your hand for a bit longer than usual. Though upon realizing that, he quickly pulled his hand away. Either you didn’t mind or just didn’t notice it, as you immediately turned your attention back to the textbook. So you didn’t remember him, that was okay it’s not like he ever went out of his way to speak to you at the library.
“So, this chapter…” you began as you pushed the textbook to the center of the table so you both could share. Sol didn’t speak too much, he was more interested in what you had to say, he nodded attentively and hummed in acknowledgment when he agreed with something you said. The professor didn’t seem too interested in teaching class, so the reminder was spent just conversing. You giggled as Sol said something as you playfully slapped his arm, “What, no way? You did not!” You quietly exclaimed as Sol told you a story. He nodded, “Yeah I really did. It’s embarrassing but it’s the truth.” He laughed softly. Every single fucking thing was so adorable about you; your name, laugh, appearance, personality, every single thing was so adorable. Then just as Sol was about to open his mouth to speak again, the bell rang.
Jumping up in your seat, you pushed the chair back, quickly gathering your belongings. “I gotta go, Sol. But you’ll save me a seat again right? I really enjoyed talking to you.” You asked, looking at him with the cutest expression. “Yeah of course.” He reassured you. “Thanks, you’re the best!” You said and with that, you rushed out of the classroom.
As Sol finished gathering his own belongings, he noticed something sitting on your chair. Your jacket was left behind. He grabbed it and quickly walked out of the classroom to see if he could catch up to you, but of course you were nowhere to be seen. ‘I’ll hold onto it. Give it to her next class.’ He thought to himself.
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“Woah, that's a cute jacket! You seeing a cute girl?” Hyugo asked his friend. The pair sat at their usual spot on the rooftop eating their lunches. Sol rolled his eyes, “No. The girl who sits next to me in art left it, I’m going to give it to her next class. I just didn’t want it to get lost.” He explained as he continued to eat. He could bring it to you at the library where you worked part time but no, he just wanted to hold onto a bit longer. It was a cute jacket, he couldn’t lie - it was black with striped sleeves and an adorable black cat patch was ironed onto the front. It suited you perfectly.
“Aren’t you so sweet?” Hyugo teased, causing his friend’s face to heat up. Sol grumbled under his breath as he just ignored the comment and continued to eat, only causing the other to laugh. As the bell rang, signaling that their final class of the day would begin and marking the end of their lunch break, the pair stood up. Sol gathered the bento boxes, placing them in his backpack.
“Are you doing anything after class?” Hyugo asked before they parted ways. Sol wasn’t, but he needed to spend some time alone, there was an issue he needed to take care of. “Yeah.” He simply responded. “Aw okay, I’ll just go to the arcade by myself then.” He shrugged before walking off.
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It was dark already when Sol arrived back to his small studio apartment, the short winter days meant it would always be night when he got home. The dark haired man sat his bag on a chair, taking out the bentos to wash. He remembered your jacket was still in his hands, so carefully he placed it on the top of the couch. And so he did his usual evening routine; cleaning dishes, cooking dinner and lunch. The television was playing a show he really had no interest in watching, but it was good background noise.
But he just couldn’t stop thinking about you, eyes flicking to the jacket on the sofa as he prepared his and Hyugo’s lunches. Sol felt the crotch of his pants tighten uncomfortably against him, he swallowed the lump that formed in his throat as his heart rate accelerated. But he remained focused just hurrying to finish dinner as soon as possible so he could shower and lay in bed. Tomorrow was early classes after all.
Finally after some time Sol had showered and flopped onto his bed, an exhausted sigh escaping his lips. He closed his eyes as he tried to focus on anything other than you. But his boxers were so incredibly tight, his erection wouldn’t go away no matter what he tried to do. It felt wrong to touch himself to you, so resisting the urge Sol finally fell asleep. Tonight at least he was able to resist the urge.
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The next day of classes came and nothing extraordinary happened. Sol couldn’t spot you anywhere, he supposed he would have to wait until tomorrow to see you and return the jacket. His evening routine was more or less the same, but as he laid in bed tonight, the urges were getting harder and harder to resist.
Sol tried to squeeze his eyes shut, trying to think of anything else other than the raging erection in his pants right now. His gaze kept flickering to your jacket, he was reminded of how amazing you smelled. He just wanted to smell the perfume again, there was no harm in that…right? Quickly getting out of bed, he snatched your jacket from the couch, immediately pressing it to his nose. Oh god, you smelled so fucking good. He was intoxicated by the scent, his eyes rolling back as he took in your smell, and without even realizing what was happening, his hands trailed down his torso until they slipped under the waistband of his boxers. His long slender fingers immediately wrapped themselves around his erection.
Sol began to pump his cock, a whimper leaving him as his thumb grazed over his tip. Precum was already pooling at the slit, his face still buried in your cute jacket. He could only imagine what it would feel like to have his face buried in your hair, neck…your pussy. He fantasized how amazing you would taste as his face was between your thighs, he’d make you feel so good. He had wanted you for so long now.
“_____…._______….” Sol whimpered your name, scarlet eyes fluttering shut as his pace quickened. At this point he was panting heavily, a complete mess and if your mere scent was doing this to him, he couldn’t imagine how he’d act during the actual act. His cock twitched in his hand and legs trembled; he collapsed onto his knees. He was now thrusting himself eagerly into the palm of his hands, precum lubricating his cock. Sol’s moans echoed throughout the apartment and he felt the warm sensation building up in his core, then with one final thrust he came loudly. “Oh fuck ______!” He cried out, his cum making an absolute mess of his boxers.
Riding out his orgasm he finally came to a stop and dropped the jacket onto the floor. His chest moving up and down as he tried to catch his breath, the whole of his body was a hue of red and warm to the touch. Dark hair sticking to his face from the beads of sweat that had formed. He made sure to toss your jacket onto the couch before he removed his hand from his boxers. A wave of embarrassment and guilt washed over him when he saw sticky cum coating his hand. I shouldn’t have done that. It felt so good though. He thought with a sigh as he stood to his feet. I should go wash up.
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Class was the next day, and that meant Sol could finally see you, he could return your jacket. He waited until after class, when you both were in the hallway. A part of him debated on not giving it back, he wanted it forever, to always have you with him, but he decided against it and it was worth it. The look on your face when he had handed you your jacket back was worth it. “Oh my gosh, Sol. I was so worried I had lost my favorite jacket forever. Thank you so much!” You exclaimed as you hugged him briefly, before you slipped it back on. “Yeah..of course. I tried looking for you yesterday to return it but I couldn’t find you anywhere.” He explained. A tinge of red evident on his pale features as he was reminded of what he did the night before with it. He violated your poor jacket, but of course he would never tell you that.
You shook your head, waving your hand dismissively, “Sorry about that! I was in such a rush to leave. My other job needed me to cover a shift.” You explained. You had another job besides the library?
But he didn’t mind; he was just glad he could keep your jacket safe from anyone else. Fumbling in the pocket of your pants you pulled out your cell phone, “We should exchange numbers! Just in case one of us needs to get into contact with each other.” You suggested, swiping your finger across to unlock the device. He watched as you typed away on the screen before handing it to him.
Sol’s heart was beating so quickly now, you were really asking for his number? He looked a bit uncomfortable, like he was rejecting your offer, because you began to pull away your phone looking at the floor embarrassedly. “S-sorry. I shouldn’t ha-“ you began but he cut you off, gently snatching the phone from your hand. And within seconds he typed in his number, he already noticed you made a contact name for him. Sol ☀️
But something else caught his attention as he felt the phone vibrate in his hand.
Crowe 🐦⬛ : You’re still coming over tonight, right?
Something inside of the dark haired man awakened when he saw that text. He froze in place, his blush that tinted his features now went away. Who the hell is Crowe? He thought bitterly. Your boyfriend or a coworker? He only snapped out of his thoughts when you retrieved your phone back, your thumbs danced across the screen then he felt his pocket vibrate.
“Did you get it?” You asked curiously, tilting your head so cutely to the side. “L-let me check.” Sol quickly said and pulled out his phone. His boring black phone background was illuminated with your text.
Unknown: hii! it’s ______ :D
Without a moment of hesitation he saved your contact. ______ 🌙
His contact was saved with a sun by his name so it only made sense that you were the moon. With that, you two said your goodbyes and Sol watched as you walked down the hall, he stood in his spot with a small smile on his lips.
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It was the weekend which meant Sol would do his weekly cleaning of his apartment. Loud music echoed throughout the apartment as he cleaned, humming softly to himself. Something caught his eye as he was vacuuming under the couch, a small piece of rectangular plastic glittered as it caught the light from the ceiling fan. Crouching, he picked it up and his eyes widened instantly when he realized what it was. Your ID had fallen out from the pocket of your jacket, he assumed. And all of your information was on it.
“______ ______..” Sol whispered your full name. He didn't know what it was before. Your address was there too, and it looked recent, judging from the picture and expiration date. The card shook ever so slightly in his fingers as he was practically salivating that he would now be able to find so many more things about you.
Halting his cleaning for the day, he shut off the music and instantly opened up his laptop to begin searching your name online. Hours had passed, day turned into night. Sol’s scarlet red irises were glazed over, his lips dry and mouth a bit parched. He hadn’t left his laptop screen in hours, too engrossed with finding out every single detail about you. Your social media wasn’t private, how foolish of you. And he scrolled through the dozens of pictures you had posted, finding out everyone you associated it with. The page refreshed and a new picture was posted. You are with a group of people at what looked like a bar, with the caption: Love my friends!! Tonight was so fun, let’s do it again!! :D
Sol remembered the text from this “Crowe” earlier and he began to examine the picture, trying to find out who this Crowe was. His eyes narrowed when he saw the man next to you in the picture. A long haired brunette with tan skin, he swore he had seen that face before. This Crowe was behind your frame, hands resting on either of your shoulders. To anyone else they would have assumed that you and the man were friends, nothing in the pose indicated anything romantic, but to Sol it was too much. He didn’t want to see another man behind you touching you like that. Standing up he slammed his laptop shut and decided he needed to go to bed before he got too consumed by his jealousy and anger.
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As days turned into weeks, then eventually into months, Sol and you grew closer. You were regularly texting and hanging out. He had found out that your lunches consisted of junk food, and that was even if you brought lunch to campus. So he decided to start prepping your lunches, and even dinners as soon as he found out you ate cup noodles nearly every night. God, you were cute albeit a bit useless, he didn’t mind cooking for you, it only made him feel wanted - and the look on your face every time you ate his meals just made him filled with so much joy.
You were so kind and introduced him to your friend group, Crowe was kind enough and he kept his hands off of you in Sol’s presence. But he knew that man looked familiar, and Crowe looked at him with suspicious eyes and a fake smile. Sol only remained cordial with your friends though, if they made you happy he’d pretend to be friendly with them. But the man never returned your ID, it was his now. You complained about having to buy a new one, but he made sure to slip some extra cash into your backpack one day when you weren’t looking. The text he received that night was so adorable. “Omg Sol I found some cash at the bottom of my backpack. I’m eating good tonight! >:3”
It was so worth it. But Sol had a dirty secret that he couldn’t tell a living soul. He was slipping sleeping medication into the dinners he made you, he made a copy of your apartment key, and he was letting himself into your home every night. It was all in an attempt to make sure you were safe!
“My neighborhood is so unsafe. I really need to find somewhere else to live. There’s been so many recent break ins and assaults, and I live at ground level.” He remembered you complaining.
“You can stay at my place, _______. It’s a decent neighborhood. Lots of old people, so it’s quiet.” He offered.
“Sol! No, I can't do that. You already do enough for me. I got new locks on everything and alarms.” You retorted with a pout. He knew you wouldn’t change your mind, you weren’t that type of girl. You were independent, but that was okay. Sol would still keep an eye on you. Knowing you kept a spare key hidden away, he found it and while you were at work he had a copy made, then placed the key back without you being none the wiser.
Tonight wasn’t any different, Sol waited until you were asleep and he slipped into your quiet, dark apartment. He could navigate your home in the dark. That's how familiar he was with the layout, but the dim street lights also did aid him. Your bedroom door was slightly ajar and he quickly made his way in.
The streetlights illuminated your room, he saw your sleeping form on the bed, one hand hanging off the side of the bed and your blankets messily thrown on top of your body. In fact, the blankets barely covered any of your body. You wore an oversized t-shirt and the cutest panties - the shirt was raised and exposed your bare torso. “Were you waiting for me dear?” He whispered as he knelt down at your bedside. Folding his hands on the edge of the bed, he rested his chin on top, his gaze was so loving - but there was something so dark about the way he looked at you. Raising a hand up, Sol’s slender fingers brushed aside the hair on your face. “So cute…” he breathed out.
You shifted, your eyes squeezing shut as a quiet groan left your lips. When you moved through, your shirt lifted just a bit more, revealing your breast partially. Sol felt his face grow warm and he tried to avert his gaze, but it was like you were practically begging for him, looking so cute and innocent. He choked back a moan as he felt his dick get hard, his fingers wrapped around the wrist of your limp hand and he placed his cheek into your warm palm. His eyes fluttered shut as he let out a content sigh, “You're asking me to do something, huh dear?” He mumbled. That had to be it or why else were you wearing such an outfit is that why you left your bedroom door opened? You were inviting him in, right?
Sol leaned down to press a kiss to your exposed neck, he nibbled softly at the skin. A quiet whimper escaping you as your brows furrowed. So cute. He thought, still nipping at the skin, leaving a faint red mark. His hand trailed down your neck until his fingers reached your breast, he gently massaged it for a brief moment. Another quiet whimper came from you. He let your hand that was cupping his cheek fall onto the bed for a moment, as his fingers fumbled with the belt of his pants and with a swift motion his dick was out. Already hard from anticipation, he positioned himself in your hands, he laced both your and his fingers together. He let out a moan feeling your fingers wrapped around his dick.
His whole body shuddered in pleasure at the feeling, and he buried his face between your breasts to quiet his moans as he began to rock his hips back and forth. His sensitive tip fucked your palm as he moaned out your name from between your breasts. Tears pooling at the corner of his closed eyes as pathetic needy whimpers left him.
“You’re mine. Mine..you’re mine ______. I love you so much.” He cried as he felt himself about to cum. Then, with another thrust he came hard into your and his laced hands. As he calmed his breathing down he slowly lifted his head up, you were still asleep, oblivious to the lewd act he just made you do. “You’re so beautiful, dear. You feel so perfect.” He whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips.
Standing up he pulled his pants back on, then walked to the bathroom to wash his sticky hands. Grabbing a rag he wet, he walked back to clean up the mess he left on your hands. “Crowe..the paper...” you mumbled in your sleep. Sol’s scarlet eyes widened in shock at the name, why were you talking about him when he was right here. His fists clenched and eyes narrowed, a dark cloud casting over his face. “You really ought to stop talking about him, dear. Crowe doesn’t deserve you. He doesn’t understand you like I do.” He hissed through gritted teeth. You were just confused - that’s okay, Sol was patient. He leaned down to press a kiss against your lips once again before wishing you a good night. With that, he quietly slipped out of your apartment.
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The final day of class before winter break came the next day. You and Sol sat in art class together, sketching your final assignment. The classroom was quiet as everyone worked. You kept glancing at the dark haired man next you, a faint blush on your face as you remembered the brief dream you had of him last night. You dreamt that he was having sex with you, you heard his moans as he fucked you. Then, just before the dream actually got good, your mind decided that all of a sudden you were going to dream about you and Crowe finishing up your finals paper for English class that you had done earlier yesterday. God! Why did his stupid pretty face have to ruin the best dream you ever had!
Class couldn’t end any sooner and the Professor motioned for everyone to turn in their assignments. He reminded the students to check their emails during the winter break to see their grades. You quickly stood out of your seat, the chair nearly falling back as you fumbled with putting your things away. Sol noticed that something was off about you, you wouldn’t look at him at all. Surely you didn’t know what he did with you last night, right? He slung his backpack over his shoulder as he watched you as you zipped up your backpack. “Want to go to the arcade?” He asked you suddenly, “Hyugo and I are going since classes ended early today. Like right now.” He added.
Snapping your head up, you actually looked at him for the first time today. Your eyes meeting his, “O-oh…umm. I’d love to but I don’t have any…money.” You mumbled, voice trailing off at the end. “Campus library let go of all the part timers a few weeks ago, remember? And my other job cut my hours. So it’s tight right now.” You sighed sadly. “I wasn’t asking you to pay. I just asked if you wanted to come with us?” He said.
Sol noticed a strand of hair hanging in front of your face so reached a gentle hand up to brush it aside, tucking the strand behind your ear. “I’ll pay. You know I’ll always take care of you, ______.” He reminded you with a kind smile that made your heart flutter. It was something he always told you, you weren’t sure why he was so kind to you when you had nothing to offer him in return. You were a broke college student who couldn’t even cook your own meals. A faint blush dusted your cheeks as you shyly looked away, “O..okay. Then yes, I want to go.” You shyly said as you tugged at the sleeves of your favorite jacket.
“Alright, good. Here I’ll carry your bag. Hyugo should be waiting at the entrance.” Sol said, taking your bag from you with a swift motion. You tried to protest but he was already walking ahead so you were more focused on catching up to him.
The walk to the arcade didn’t take long, but you were shivering from the cold winter breeze. Sol noticed you shivering and he wrapped an arm around your shoulder, bringing you close to him. You looked up at him before looking away shyly. Once inside the arcade, the three of you played games for some time. You pointed at a claw machine, wanting to win the cute cat plushie, you tapped at the glass before looking back up at Sol with big pleading eyes. “Aw, it's so cute. Do we have enough coins to win it?” You asked excitedly. Sol patted his pockets and sighed, shaking his head. “No, but I can go get some more if you’d like?” He asked, he just wanted to see you happy.
Hyugo nodded, “Yeah let’s play some more games! Oh, let’s get some food too. I’m starving!” He exclaimed, nudging Sol’s side. Sol looked at you, waiting for your answer. “That sounds good to me. While you two do that, I’m going to head to the bathroom. I’ll meet you back here.” You said. The pair nodded and with that you went your separate ways.
You found the restroom. It was located in the back of the arcade and once done, you hummed quietly as you made your way back to the claw machine with the plushie you wanted. But you unbeknownst drew unwanted attention to yourself; you hadn’t even stepped a few feet back out of the bathroom when you were immediately cornered by a much taller and bigger man than yourself. He backed you in between two large pinball machines, leaving you trapped. “Hey sexy. You got a boyfriend?” He slurred, it was obvious he was drunk. He had both of his arms on either side of your head so you could barely move. “Not interested.” You spat as you tried pushing him away, but to no avail. That seemed to only anger him more as he lowered his face to be at eye level with you. “Come on, don’t be like that. I’ll treat you nicely.” He said, though this time his voice was much darker. The stench of alcohol lingered with every breath he took. You turned your face to the side, but that seemed to only anger him and this time he grabbed your jaw roughly in his hands, forcing you to look at him.
“Don’t turn away, sweetheart. Just come on let me sh—“ he began, but suddenly his hand was ripped away from your face and you closed your eyes, fully expecting to get hit. You heard shouting and skin hitting skin, you still kept your eyes shut, flinching with every sound. The noise of the arcade was too loud and you slid down the wall, covering your face with your hands as you buried your face against your knees.
“Don’t you fucking touch her! I’ll kill you!” You heard a familiar voice shout, it was then you uncovered your face and your eyes widened in shock as you saw Sol fighting with the man, both with bloody noses. Hyugo pulled Sol away while a random person held back the other man. The two men were still shouting curses at one another, though you were so overwhelmed you could barely understand what they were saying. You noticed Hyugo was having trouble holding back Sol, so you quickly scrambled to your feet and stepped in front of the dark haired man, pressing your hands against his chest. “Sol! *Enough!*” you pleaded, tears forming in your eyes. The drunk man had lost his balance at some point and fell to the floor, but he was still threatening you and Sol. The man called you every name in the book, and he was mocking you - but you didn’t care. You just wanted to get out of here. There was a terrifying look in Sol’s scarlet eyes and it turned your blood cold. “Sol *please,* let’s just go.” You pleaded with him once again.
As soon as Sol heard your voice waver, he stopped and his eyes widened in a mixture of horror and guilt as he realized that you were crying. He cupped your face in his hands, shaking his head, “No, no, no. Please don’t cry. I’m done. We can go.” He said in a panic, “He didn’t hurt you, right? He didn’t touch you?” He asked. You shook your head, “No. I’m okay.” You reassured him, just wanting to leave. Your lip quivered as you looked up at him and you simply nodded, taking his hand in yours as you dragged him out of the arcade. Though when Sol was certain you weren’t looking, he turned back to the man and spat at him before he followed you out.
Once outside you wiped your tears away with your jacket sleeve, smearing your makeup a bit in the process, but you didn’t care. You didn’t dare let go of Sol’s hand, afraid that if you did he would turn back and actually kill the man. Hyugo sighed, rubbing his temples, “We should leave before the cops get called.” He mumbled. Sol clicked his tongue in annoyance, “We didn’t do anything wrong. That low life touched ______. I just defended her.” He spat back. You tugged Sol’s hand, “I want to go home.” You sniffled. “I’ll walk her home. You go ahead, Hyugo.” He said. The blue haired man raised a brow, by the way he looked at his friend you sensed that maybe he didn’t want to leave him alone. “You’ll call right? As soon as you dropped ______ off at home?” He asked, his brows furrowing.
Sol had already wrapped his arm around your waist, your and his backpack slung over his shoulders. “Yeah, I will. See you later.” He said pulling you along to walk off in the other direction. Hyugo just nodded watching as you two walked off.
Sol didn’t let go of your waist for the whole walk home, he held you protectively, glaring at anyone who looked in your general direction. Once you arrived back at your apartment you fished around in your jacket pocket for your keys, eventually finding them and unlocking the door. “Do..do you want to come in?” You asked Sol shyly. You were really inviting him inside! He felt his heart skip a beat and he swallowed nervously, “Sure.” He smiled and stepped inside after you, setting down the bags onto a stool by the door.
You untied your sneakers and left them at the door before you looked up at the tall man. “Do you want tea? Coffee?” You asked him.
“What do you want? I can start the water.” He asked you back.
“Tea sounds good. Something relaxing.” You replied, motioning him to follow you into the kitchen. You poured water into the electric kettle on the countertop as you reached into the cabinets to grab two cups. “Make yourself comfortable. I’m going to change real quick.” You smiled before walking off towards your bedroom to change. Sol already knew where everything was located, so he grabbed two tea bags, setting them into the ceramic mugs as he waited for the water to boil. Then a thought ran through his mind as his hand absentmindedly rested on his front pocket. You didn’t get to eat the dinner he made you for tonight which meant you wouldn’t sleep well.
So before the water was done boiling he pulled out a small bag in his pocket, and broke apart the sleeping pill, letting it dissolve in the hot water. He just wanted to make sure that you’d be able to sleep tonight was all.
When you walked back out of your room, your tea was already made and Sol was sipping on his as he leaned against the wall. He looked at your outfit, did you wear something like that on purpose to tease him? You wore tight shorts, a tank top, your favorite jacket unzipped, and the cutest bunny shaped slippers. “Thank you so much, Sol.” You smiled at him as you held the mug in your hands and slowly sipped on it. He nodded, “Of course. Anything for you.” He said returning your smile. You chatted with him for a while it was obvious that you were just stalling, you didn’t want him to leave. You were still shaken up from earlier, from both how Sol reacted and to what may have happened if he wasn’t there to save you from that man.
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You sat on the couch, legs crossed as some random show played quietly in the background. Sol sat across from you, you both had long finished your tea. He could tell you were getting a bit more sluggish, “I’m sleepy, Sol.” You yawned. “You should go..it’s getting late. Hyugo is probably worried about you.” You mumbled, rubbing your eyes with your sleeve. Sol frowned, “It’s okay. I don’t mind. I want to make sure that you’re okay.” He replied back, he didn’t want to leave you alone.
“I’m okay. I just don’t want to be alone..” you sniffled. “I think someone has been breaking into my house.” You then said, flicking your gaze up to look at him with a worried expression. Sol froze, his breath hitched in his throat. “W..what? Why do you think that?” He asked, trying to remain calm. Folding your hands together in your lap, your eyes darted around before landing back on him, “Sometimes things are out of place.” Is all you said, “So please don’t leave me alone.” You then pleaded, suddenly leaning over towards him on all fours.
Sol’s eyes flickered to your face and to the gap between your shirt, he could see you weren’t wearing a bra and he shifted awkwardly in his spot on the couch as he tried to remaining eye contact with you. Placing a hand over his crotch, he let out a cough, a dark red blush making its way to his pale features. “Okay. I won’t. I’ll stay as long as you want me to.” He responded, a look of desperation in his eyes. You smiled, feeling butterflies in your stomach when he said those words. Then your mind wandered back to the dream you had last night, you sat back legs now folded underneath you.
“Can you come lay down with me in bed?” You asked him, looking away shyly. “I don’t think I’ll be able to stay up much longer. Plus it’s more comfortable than staying out here.” You added. Sol found it hard to even speak now, he nodded and bit his lip. You stood up and began to walk towards your bedroom, turning off the lights along the way. Before you rounded the corner you noticed that he was still sitting on the couch, “Are you coming? You don’t have—“ you began only to be cut off by him springing up, “I am.” He mumbled shyly as he followed you into your familiar bedroom.
Your bedsheets were messily strewn about on your bed, like always. Clothes tossed haphazardly throughout the room, he watched as you shrugged off your jacket, tossing it on the vanity chair and you kicked off your slippers. You crawled into bed, pulling the sheets over your cold body. “What do you usually wear to sleep, Sol?” You asked him curiously, waiting for him to come lay down as yet another yawn left you.
“My..boxers.” Sol replied shyly, rubbing the back of his neck as he avoided your cute gaze. “You can sleep like that here. I don’t mind.” You mumbled motioning with your hand for him to come lay down. “A-are you sure?” He stammered, already unbuckling his belt, his hands shaking a bit in anticipation. “Mhm.” You hummed reassuringly, squeezing your legs together tightly. Sol wasted no time in taking off his clothes, it was a shame the room was so dimly lit so you couldn’t see him. He sat at the edge of the bed, still unsure of what he needed to do.
You tugged at his wrist, “Lay down with me. Under the blankets.” You encouraged him in a sleepy voice. He let you pull him down onto the bed, his heart was racing so fast he found it hard to breathe. As you both now laid under the covers he could feel your body heat, you were so close to him. Your bed wasn’t big by any means, so your bodies were practically touching. “I really like you, Sol.” You suddenly said, you weren’t sure why you blurted that out, maybe it was your drowsy drugged state that made you say something you didn’t mean to.
Sol’s eyes widened in shock as he turned his head to face you. He could make out your soft features from the dim city streetlights that peaked through the curtains. Your hand now was on his chest, you could feel how fast his heart was beating. “You take care of me. You’re so kind. I’ve never had anybody care for me like you do.” You mumbled, leaning over until your noses touched.
Sol raised a shaking hand to cup your face, his thumb caressing your cheek. “I’ll always take care of you, ______. I’ll be here. No matter what.” He whispered back. His words were so kind and gentle, yet there was darkness in which he spoke. You blushed and looked away, your eyes closing shut as you finally closed the distance between your lips. You were a bit unsure on how to kiss him, not wanting to mess with his lip rings too much, but as soon as your lips met something clicked inside the raven haired man.
He returned your kiss desperately, not wanting to stop. Were you really doing this? Was this seriously happening?! He thought. It was a shame you were half asleep, but it still didn’t stop you from your next move. You rolled onto of him, your legs straddling his waist as you cupped his face in your hands, kissing him with inexperience. It wasn’t like Sol minded though, he was also just as inexperienced. His hands were on your waist, fingernails digging into your soft skin as he let out a needy whimper when he felt you grinding against his dick.
“Do you like me, Sol?” You asked him, breaking away from the kiss for a few moments as you continued to grind against him. When he took too long to answer you paused and lifted yourself up about to get up. Feeling utterly rejected by him, humiliated. But his hands slammed you back down on top of him. A crazed look on his face, “Y-yes I do. I like you. You’re my soulmate, ______.” He desperately spoke, his eyes flickering trying to read your expression. All you heard was “yes”, as you began to fade in and out of consciousness, despite desperately trying to stay awake.
“G..good.” You mumbled against his lips, beginning to grind against him again as you cupped his face. Sol returned your kisses as he let out whiny moans of your name, begging you for more. He wanted to feel your pussy, god knows how long he had waited to fuck you. His hands let go of your hips and now tugged at the waistband of his boxers. He managed to slip them off and when he felt how wet your panties were a pathetic whimper left his lips. He pushed your panties aside and now he could really feel how wet your pussy was. His dick pushed between your folds, you shivered as you felt his tip slide over your clit. “S-sol.” You whimpered his name.
Oh god, just you saying his name so lewdly was almost enough to push him over the edge. “A-ah.” He cried out as he felt your pace quicken. He loved the way you were using him, like he was nothing more than a toy for you to hump to reach your orgasm. The head of his dick was so sensitive and he felt your clit rubbing against it. “I..I’m gonna cum.” He warned you. Sol’s fingers digging into the plush skin of your thighs as he bucked his hips upward. “I-I wanna fuck you…please. Feel your pussy…please.” He begged, biting your lip. But you ignored him continuing to grind against his hard dick as your moans became a bit louder, your thighs shaking. You could feel yourself about to cum, but Sol suddenly let out a yell. “A-ah ahh ______.” He cried as his hot cum shot out. He threw his head back, eyes squeezing shut as tears pooled in the corner of them, his back arched, and fingernails scratching your thighs enough to leave a mark and draw some blood. His body shook under yours.
You felt the warm sensation rising from your core, your clit becoming more sensitive by the seconds. Sol’s thick cum now providing more lubrication. His whimpering of your name and pleading was enough to push you over the edge and moments later you joined him in his orgasm. You cried out his name as you buried your face in the crook of his neck, holding onto him tightly as you rode out your orgasm. Honestly you weren’t sure if you were or not, your mind was so hazy. Then you suddenly came to a stop, your body shaking a bit as your eyes closed shut.
Sol caught his breath, his hands rubbed up and down your back and he realized you had fallen asleep. The medicine had taken its full effect. He wrapped his arms tightly around you pressing a kiss on top of your head a content smile on his lips. “You’re mine. Mine…you’ll never have to be alone again.” He mumbled against your hair. His scarlet eyes gazing at the ceiling as you were fast asleep against his chest. At some point he fell asleep still holding onto you, with his dick between your thighs.
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You had awoken the next morning a bit groggy, you realized you were in bed with someone and you stared down in horror as you realized that you had slept with Sol. You only remembered bits and pieces of the nights before, and your sticky panties confirmed that you two had been intimate in some way. You wiggled out of his strong arms as quietly as you could and rushed to the bathroom, grabbing your phone careful to not wake him up.
After you cleaned yourself up and changed, you sat on the ledge of the bathtub typing away rapidly on your phone.
Crowe I NEED YOU NOW!!!!
What’s up? You okay?
NOOO. I think I just messed up. I think I ruined a friendship.
Woah calm down, ______. Is this about him?
YES. Can we meet up at the cafe? Please. Right now.
Yes. I’ll be there in a few.
Thanks.
With that you clicked your phone shut and quickly got dressed into your clothes from yesterday, not wanting to disturb Sol’s sleep. You peeked into your room and still saw him resting. You left the house getting your wallet and keys and tossing them into your jacket.
Sol woke up not long after you had left the house and when he didn’t feel your presence he immediately shot up in bed, panic beginning to set in. Where were you?! He grabbed his phone getting ready to dial your number when he saw a text appear on the screen.
I’ll be back soon. :3
He calmed down a bit, laying the phone in his lap as he ran a hand through his messy hair. Why didn’t you tell him you had somewhere to go? Why would you leave alone in the morning after everything that had happened last night? It was then he felt a bit angry, wondering why you were sneaking around. Snatching his phone back up he called you but you kept ignoring his calls, finally though you answered.
“Hello.” Your voice came through on the other end, there was also another voice on the other end too. It was one he recognized. It was Crowe. He felt himself grow even more angry as jealousy filled him. Why the hell are you with him?!
“Who are you with?” Sol asked, his voice as sickly sweet.
“Shhhh be quiet. Yeah, hi Sol, I’m with a friend. Don’t worry, I’ll be back home soon.” He heard you shushing Crowe. His grip tightened on the phone, if he squeezed any harder he may have shattered the screen. “When will you be back? Where are you?” He asked, this time his tone wasn’t as sweet.
“Sol…please don’t worry about it. I promise I’ll be back home soon. I gotta go.” You reassured him before hanging up.
Sol was furious, he slammed the phone face down onto the night stand, the glass screen shattering. Why is he interfering? Why does she keep hanging out with him? Doesn’t he know ______’s mine?! So many jealous thoughts flowed through his head as he quickly got dressed. He freshened himself up before he left your apartment, storming on the busy streets. What you hadn’t known was that Sol had installed a tracker on your phone many nights ago. He was really trying to give you the chance to tell him where you were without having to resort to using the tracker, but you wouldn’t tell him. He had no other choice but to use it, and make sure you were okay. He had to make sure that filthy Crowe wasn’t touching you. And he needed to show the brunet who you belonged to.
It was a rainy day and he didn’t care if he got wet, he was determined to find out where you were. The tracker led him to a busy coffee shop where he saw you and Crowe sitting near the window. His scarlet eyes met bright blue ones, belonging to the last person he wanted to see. Sol’s eyes narrowed, and all the brunet did was return a sly smirk before mouthing something to you. You whipped your head around just as Sol stormed into the coffee shop, immediately making his way to the table you two sat at. He tried to maintain his composure, his chest rising with every deep breath he took as he glared at the man sitting across from you.
“Sol? H-How did you know I was here?” You asked him in shock. He ignored your question continuing to glare daggers at Crowe, who sipped on his coffee nonchalantly. “Hey there. Care to join us?” He asked with a polite smile, motioning with his hand to the available seat.
“No. ______, we’re going home. Now.” Sol demanded, now turning to look at you. He grabbed your wrist and you tried to jerk away, “Ow, Sol!” You cried out, which caused him to immediately drop your hand. “Are you okay?” He asked, his angry expression now etched into worry. You frowned, rubbing your wrist, “Y..yeah. I told you I’d be gone later. Please stop this.” You pleaded, looking at him with big eyes.
“You should be gentle with her, Sol.” Crowe scolded half heartedly. “______, you should go. Don’t keep him waiting. We can talk soon, I have to get to work anyways.” He smiled warmly at you.
“But I—“ you stammered, but the brunet cut you off with a wave. “Seriously, it’s fine. Just remember what we talked about, okay?” He winked, it was purposeful, he was trying to get under Sol’s skin and it was working.
Sol grabbed your wrist a bit more gently this time as you stood up, “We’re leaving. Bye.” He spat, glaring at the man as he dragged you out of the coffee shop. All the while Crowe watched with furrowed brows and a forced smile. He didn’t like Sol, he didn’t like him at all. But whatever made you happy, he’d tolerate.
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Sol was dragging you down the street as you squirmed under his tight grasp on your wrist. The whole time you demanded to know what had gotten into him! This wasn’t the Sol you knew. Ever since the arcade, you noticed a sudden shift in his personality, it was instantaneous. As you two arrived back at your apartment, he shoved you inside with a forceful hand, slamming and locking the door shut. “What the hell is wrong with you, Sol?!” You screamed at him as you tossed your phone, keys, and wallet onto the kitchen counter.
Sol’s eyes were narrowed still as he walked towards you, instinctively you stumbled backwards until you found yourself with your back pinned against the wall with nowhere to go. His tall frame towering above you. “What’s wrong with me? You’re the one sneaking around with that bastard.” He hissed as he slammed his palms on either side of your head, pinning you between his arms. “I’ve tolerated him long enough. Doesn’t he know you belong to me?! I’m the one that’s caring for you and protecting you. While he does nothing.” He snapped angrily.
You cowered beneath him, beginning to grow a bit scared, “Y-you’re scaring me, Sol.” You whimpered. He clicked his tongue in annoyance; he didn’t like you pretending to be innocent in all of this. Perhaps you and that bastard needed reminding of who you belonged to. Sol crashed his lips against yours roughly, you felt his tongue trace the bottom of your lip. But when you were tightening your lips together to deny him, he bit your lip causing your lips to part open in surprise and with that his pierced tongue forced its way into your mouth. One hand on your jaw forcing your head to tilt up. You tasted like coffee and sugar, he didn’t mind at all though. It suited you.
You cried against him. He was being so forceful it was terrifying. He pulled away panting heavily, a string of saliva connecting your and his lips. His hand was still firmly holding your chin. “I don’t think you realize, dear. That you’re mine. No one else can have you. Ever. I won’t allow it.” He muttered. He noticed that your eyes were watery and a sympathetic smile made its way to his pierced lips. “Aww..please don’t cry, baby. I don’t want to make you cry. I promise I’ll make you feel good. You just need to be reminded that you’re mine.” He said in a gentle voice as his thumb wiped away your tears.
“I’m scared.” You whimpered.
Sol leaned down to press a much more gentle kiss to your lips, “You won’t be for long. You’ll be feeling so good in a minute.” He purred and with that he picked you up holding you so gently in his arms bridal style as he continued to kiss your lips. Once inside the bedroom he tossed you onto the bed and hovered over you beginning to tug at the waistband of your pants. “N-no Sol.” You whined but your arousal said otherwise. The truth was you were so turned on by him. You had wanted him in this way for so long.
Sol ignored your pleas and within a couple minutes he had you stripped of your clothes. You laid on your back on the bed as you looked at his nearly naked body, he stood only in his boxers. And now with the sun peeking through the blinds basking the room in a bright light you saw just how big Sol was. His body was well toned, just perfect. You saw the erection in his pants and you swallowed nervously at just how big he was. You weren’t sure if he was even fully hard yet.
You didn’t get to stare at him for too long though as he got to his knees, kneeling in front of your legs. “I’m going to make you feel so good dear. You won’t ever think of anyone else but me.” He said it almost came out as a warning. His slender hands pushed your legs apart and the look of pure lust was on his face. You tried to cover yourself up with your hands but he wouldn’t let you. “So pretty.” He whispered. God, he dreamt for so long to be buried between your thighs eating you out.
You jumped when you felt Sol’s tongue licking your pussy, the muscle dragging slowly between the slit. You felt the cold metal piercing drag along sending a shiver up your spine. He let out a moan as he tasted you. God, you tasted better than he could have ever imagined. He pushed your legs further apart and spread open your pussy, you squirmed a bit at being so exposed. Your hands balled up the fabric of the bed sheet beneath you as you felt the ball of his piercing roll over your clit, causing you to let out a loud moan. You knew you messed up when you gave him that reaction, because he immediately began to suck at your sensitive clit, rolling his piercing over it every single time causing you to moan louder. His tongue moving from teasing your clit to probing your wet hole. He wanted to taste every bit of you, this was pure bliss for the raven haired man.
“So good.” Sol praised. It was hard to focus as he sucked the sensitive bud, your head spinning as your legs quivered. He wouldn’t let you close your legs, no matter how much you tried. His tongue worked so expertly, he knew exactly how to get you whimpering under him. “Sol!” You yelped when you felt his tongue enter you, causing your hips to buck and your back to arch. It was such a strange feeling but god it felt so good. He was trying to fuck you with his tongue. Your hands tangled in his dark loose hair as you tilted his head back up to focus on your clit. “I-I’m gonna..” you gasped, squeezing your eyes shut as the warm sensation began to build more and more. Your breathing became more frantic and with another roll of his pierced tongue against your clit, your legs closed, Sol’s face still between your thighs as you held him there cumming all over his face. You were practically screaming his name as he continued to suck on your overstimulated clit. You begged him to stop, so he did and instead decided to clean you up.
Sol’s tongue lapped up every last bit of your juices, you tasted so amazing. He was drunk off of your scent—taste. Everything about you drove him crazy. He could spend the rest of his life buried between your thighs, licking your pussy and letting you cum all over his face. He was yours to use. “N-no more. Please.” You begged, your body falling limp.
Sol gave you one last taste, his tongue swiping up the full length of your pussy before he sat up. He licked his wet lips, “See..I’m the only one who can make you feel this good, dear.” He said matter of factly. He stood up pulling down his boxers revealing his hard dick. When you looked at him you nearly choked on your own spit. How the hell were you supposed to take him? He hadn’t stretched you out with his fingers to prepare you. “I-I can’t take you without—“ you began. But Sol leaned forward kissing you, shutting you up. “It’s okay. I’ll be slow.” He mumbled against your lips.
His tall frame towered above you, it was so intimidating, the way he looked at you with half lidded eyes and a small smile on his face. His arms were on either side of you pinning you between him. You felt the tip of his dick poke at your entrance. Sol continued to gently kiss you as he pushed himself inside you, he let out quiet whimpers as slowly filled you up. His body shuddered at the sensation, your tight pussy was everything he had ever dreamed off. “Fuck…oh god you feel so good, ______.” He moaned as he sat up now. Placing his hands on your inner thighs, he spread your legs apart as far as he could without hurting you. He wanted to see how well you took him.
Inch by inch Sol sank into you, it was agonizing how slow he went but by the look on his face he was savoring every moment. He was panting quietly trying to control himself, he did want to hear his soulmate after all. You squirmed under his strong grasp as he filled you up beyond belief. You weren’t ready to take him, he was so big it hurt. “S-Sol.” You cried, tears pooling in the corner of your eyes as you felt the tip hit deep inside, causing you to flinch in pain.
“It’s okay. You’re doing so well, dear.” He praised you. And without warning Sol snapped his hips back and slammed back into you, causing you to yelp. He couldn’t resist himself as he began to roughly fuck you. His fingernails digging into the soft skin of your thighs and quiet moans left him. He stayed quiet because he wanted to hear your sweet sounds.
He watched the face you made as every single time he hit that sweet spot of your pussy. The way your lips parted as you moaned his name and the how your back arched as he fucked you. The way your breasts bounced up and down with each thrust. He noticed the creamy white ring forming on the base of his cock. You felt so perfect, it was as if..”We were made for each other, ______.” He whispered. Sol let go your thighs, confident that you’d keep your legs spread out. He now cupped your breasts, fingertips lightly teasing your perked nipples as he watched you shudder under his touch.
Sol frowned, “Something’s missing.” He said in between pants as he continued to relentlessly fuck you. His pace was not slowing down at all, you were exhausted already, your pussy ached from how hard he was slamming into you. You weren’t sure you’d even be able to walk in the morning. “W-what?” You asked confused by what he meant but he didn’t answer you, instead leaned down to bite your neck. You cried out in surprise. He actually bit you. He nipped and sucked at the sensitive skin on your neck, not caring if he hurt you. After all, everyone needed to know you were his.
Your hands tangled in his hair as you squeezed your eyes shut, tears now running down your face. Your legs wrapped around his waist as he slipped one hand between your thighs. You body twitched when you felt the pad of thumb rub your clit, all the while he never stopped fucking and marking you. He let out a low laugh when he felt your body twitch underneath him.
Sol could tell you were close to coming, by how your breathing became more erratic, how you held him closer. “Are you going to cum for me, dear?” He asked. You didn’t say anything, which annoyed the dark haired man. He sat up, ripping himself from your grasp and stopped rubbing circles against your sensitive clit. “You need to answer me.” He growled and just to emphasize the point, he pulled nearly all the way out before he snapped his hips forward. You cried loudly, biting your lip and nodding eagerly, “Y-yes. I wanna cum for you, Sol.” You whimpered, looking up at him with the cutest expression.
Sol smiled lovingly at you, satisfied with your answer, “You’re so cute when you beg, dear.” He spoke gently and with that he returned to stimulating your clit. Your mind was hazy as you felt your orgasm building up, you were only focused on one thing and that was coming. Your hands reached up to dig their fingernails in the skin of his bicep. “You’re so close. I can tell. Just cum for me. Please. I want to feel it so bad.” Sol begged in a whiny, desperate tone as he quickened his pace. And just like that you practically screamed his name, your body shaking as you came around his cock.
You orgasming and screaming his name was the most beautiful thing Sol had ever witnessed. He had dreamt of this moment for so long, it was better than he could ever imagine. He felt your pussy tighten around him and soon after he was coming too. Sol threw his head back as his dick twitched, coating your insides with thick cum. He was buried deep inside you, holding your thighs firmly so he could adequately fill you up. “You’re so beautiful. So pretty, full of my cum.” He mumbled, gazing down at you now.
Sol gently pushed your legs apart as he pulled out of you and watched in awe as his cum leaked out of your tight pussy. It was a heavenly sight. He sighed in satisfaction, flopping down onto the bed as he wrapped his arms around your tired body, pulling you onto his chest. You buried your face into the crook of his neck as you clung into him tightly. “No one will ever make you feel this good, dear. You were made for me. We’re soulmates.” Sol said barely above a whisper as he gazed at the white ceiling. “You’re mine. I won’t ever let anyone come between us. Ever. I love you so much, ______.” He said, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. His embrace tightening around you when he said that.
There was something threatening about the way Sol spoke. You were a bit scared, but you had no reason to be, right? He just loved you and you loved him. “I love you, Sol.” You sniffled. Sol just smiled at your words. He finally had you all to himself.
𝕊𝕪𝕟𝕠𝕡𝕤𝕚𝕤: Geo likes someone, congrats, it's you! But will he tell you? If he had his way, he wouldn't! But with the help of his friends, they push him to the right direction. Into your arms!
𝕋𝕣𝕚𝕘𝕘𝕖𝕣 𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤: !ANGST! annoyed Geo (in a lot of these scenes), some fluff
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ℕ𝕠𝕥𝕖: ℙ𝕃𝔼𝔸𝕊𝔼 ℝ𝔼𝔸𝔻: I don't really like Geo in the slightest, but I will say that I did pretty well writing him in this one (surprisingly)
Enjoy.
In a world full of possibilities, Geo did not expect to like someone in a way that makes him vulnerable.
Of course, he’d never show it, let alone tell anyone. Especially not you. He’d rather let Deryl talk his ear off than to tell YOU that he suddenly had the hots for you. Though, Geo already sort of lets Deryl talk his ear off, not that Deryl would stop talking even when Geo demands him to.
Geo was uncomfortable with this feeling, and he hated it. He hated how he would suddenly feel his stomach do various different backflips when he would see you, he hated how he let himself drink in your scent when you walked past him. He hated it all and wished it would go away, wished that he could will it to go away.
He didn't understand it, this feeling of vulnerability and want. A feeling of needing to be near you, to let you talk to him and he just listens to you speak about whatever it was you were on about. He didn't care, just anything to keep you from going quiet on him.
Geo wasn’t the type to care, he never did unless it was about his plants or cats. But when he did care about you, he never seemed to show it, but he would feel it. Like one time, you had gone to the doctors because you had slammed your fingers on your door by accident and had to get your middle and ring finger wrapped in this bright green ugly gauze, recommended by the doctor in case they were “broken”. When you showed up to school with it, Geo was the first to notice it.
He had been staring at it all through lunch, not that you had noticed it at all, focusing more on trying to hide it more than him watching you. It was only when he grabbed your hand did you look at him, startled by the sudden feeling of his hand on yours. He held your hand like it was covered in the germs he didn’t want, but his eyes focused on the gauze around your fingers, looking displeased.
“Does it hurt?” He asked, his voice cold and disinterested, yet still laser focused on the bandage. You shrugged, confused by his sudden “interest” in your injured hand.
“A little, but it’s not too bad.” He didn’t say anything, his mind calculating. After a long moment of silence from him, he finally let go of your hand, going back to his half eaten sandwich, not sparing you a second glance after that, acting like he didn’t care in the slightest. But you suspected otherwise.
You nor Geo ever mentioned that moment.
Geo tried his hardest to push away the thoughts of you that occurred when he zoned out during his classes, but your voice kept playing in his mind, like a broken record on loop, playing the sounds over and over and over. Nonstop. The image of you would appear when he'd close his eyes, whether he was trying to think or sleep, it didn't matter. It seemed like you were always there when he didn't want you to. Your presence was haunting him.
He's tried everything. Anything to get rid of the stain you left in his mind. He tried to focus on his archery skills, only for him to miss the target over again because he thought he'd heard you nearby. He tried buying more plants to keep him busy, only for them to remind him of your scent, of the times you'd smell like pollen and soil from spending some of your time in the school Gardens. He even tried going to the Opera once, only for the music to remind him of you. Everything seemed to remind him of you.
It was driving him to insanity.
There he was, sitting in his Psychology class, near the back but close to the middle row by the window, a perfect view of you just a few desks away from him, unable to see him unless you turned. He was staring, or more like glaring, at you more than occasionally but not enough for the teacher to notice it.
He was trying to figure out why he felt the way he did towards you, but coming up empty handed. Maybe you casted a spell on him? But witches weren’t real. Maybe Geo was just stupid enough to catch feelings for someone, or rather you, but Geo is too smart to think he’s stupid. He couldn’t figure it out for the life of him why he was suddenly attracted to you. It had been three months since these feelings appeared.
He hated it.
When the school bell ranged, signalling that it was the end of class, Geo didn’t move from his seat, watching as you started to pack your things carefully, neatly. Could that be it? Could Geo like you because you were neat and tidy and not messy? But then that would mean Geo would have feelings for more than half the students here in this god-forsaken college.
Scratch that thought.
Geo was becoming desperate to find that reason, the reason he could use against you in some way. He didn’t know what way, but he will find a way, a way to make you go away, to get out of his head. Maybe it was the fact that you weren’t like the other students; the way they try to touch him, to talk to him, to get him to notice them.
None of it had worked in their favor, of course.
Maybe it was because when you did look at him, you looked at him like he was normal, not rich, not handsome. Just him. And when you talked to him? Your voice was normal, talking to him with genuine interest instead of just trying to get into his bed with him. Not that he’d even let you if you tried.
You talked to him like you actually wanted to, unhurried, even if he gave one or two sentences to you. But they were enough for you to keep the conversation going, to keep you interested in what he had to say, despite it not being much to anyone else.
As he watched you leave the classroom, bag in hand and heading to your next class, he let out an irritated sigh, putting his hand on his forehead. He was starting to get a headache. He packed his things and left the classroom, heading in the direction you had gone.
His next class was on the other side of the school, far away from your’s, but he couldn’t stop his feet from moving, following you everywhere you went, far away for you not to notice him following, but close enough to keep his eyes on you.
As he walked close by, his eyes never moving away from your moving figure, it wasn’t until someone put their arm around his shoulders that he broke his gaze, making Geo stop in place from his walking, taken aback that someone would even dare to touch him.
“What the-”
“Geo! My man! How’s it going?”
Geo turned his gaze to the man standing beside him, his arm on his shoulders, pulling Geo closer to him.
Deryl.
When did he get here? Geo had let his guard slip for a second too long while trying to follow you. He shook the man’s arm off him, giving him a heated glare, which only made Deryl laugh, unfazed by his mean looks.
“Say, isn’t your class the other way? How come you're going this way?” Deryl asked, raising an eyebrow in question. Geo wiped his shoulder, as if it was covered in germs that Deryl had been carrying, though he wouldn’t doubt Deryl had germs to give, and stuffed his hands in his hoodie pocket, his face blank of any emotions.
“It’s none of your business.” But Geo’s gaze told a different story.
Deryl followed his best friend’s gaze, finding you walking into your class, completely oblivious to anything that Geo and Deryl were nearby. A grin appeared on the jock’s face, looking back at the delinquent. Geo raised an eyebrow, which only earned him a wider grin.
“So,” He started, making the O sound longer than it should be. “Whatcha doin 'followin' them around, my dear Geo?”
Geo rolled his eyes at his friend, turning on his heel to go to his own class, with his jock friend following, of course. Deryl chuckled, his hands in his pockets.
“What's the matter? Don't tell me you got a little crush on them or something.” He teased, shrugging it off like it meant nothing more than a teasing joke. But Geo, oh poor Geo, couldn't help that his face had gotten slightly warmer than it had before. He kept his face away from Deryl, a small part of him hoping that he wouldn't see his face. But he did notice, and the shock on his face was evident enough for Geo to know that he saw what was written on his face like transparent paper.
“Oh my God, you do! You have a crush on them!”
“Shut it.” He snapped at him, giving him another one of his famous death glares, but it didn't stop Deryl from letting out a high pitched squeal of happiness, clasping his hands on Geo’s shoulders and shaking him back and forth slightly.
“Oh my God, I can't believe it! You, of all people, have a crush! And on one of our friends!”
“Would you stop it! And shut up about it, you're being too loud!” Geo batted his hands away, trying to get his friend to shut up and to stop touching him. But Deryl was too excited about this revelation, too excited to quiet down and too excited to not stop it. He grabbed Geo’s shoulders again, this time making him stop to make him look at him.
“Have you told them yet? Do they know?”
Geo’s brows furrowed, irritated and annoyed that Deryl kept talking about this, this thing that Geo didn't even want to happen. He looked away from his friend, mumbling about how you didn’t know and will never know it. Deryl pouted, clearly not amused or even happy that he hasn’t said anything to you, and yet not surprised.
“Are you even going to? They have to know!” He pried. Geo just smacked his hands away from his shoulders, scoffing as if what Deryl had said was the most idiotic idea to do. Which it was to Geo.
“No, they don’t. Now, if you excuse me, I need to go to class, before you make me late.” And with that, Geo left his friend in the hallways, not wanting to hear anything more from the jock.
The day went on its usual way, Geo finishing his classes, walking a little ways behind you as you walked home alone. He wasn’t stalking. No. Stalking was beneath Geo, he was just making sure that you got home safely. That’s it. As soon as you walk through your apartment, he’d immediately turn around to go to his own apartment. What he was doing wasn’t bad, it was his way of protecting you, without you knowing about it of course. If you did, it would be the death of him.
The days that followed had been just like that, with the occasional look Deryl would give him with a little nudge on his arm to try to “encourage” him to say anything to you. Nothing has come about it. It wasn’t until Crowe had slammed down a piece of paper one evening that he had printed out in the library earlier that day on the lunch table, earning a startled noise from you and everyone looking at Crowe.
He moved his hand off the paper, showing you all the big bold words on the front of it. A party at Crowe’s place. Everyone looked at Crowe, seeing the big smile plastered on his face as he sat down next to you, his chin in his hand as he looked at all of you.
“A party?” Brittany was the first to speak, her voice sounding amused yet curious by this idea. Crowe wasn’t one to throw parties on his own, let alone in his own house. Or rather at his aunt’s house. He let out a happy hum, nodding his head in his hand.
“My Aunt will be away for the weekend, and I thought why not? A big house with only lil’ old me in it?”
“Sounds depressing.” You said, the sound of your voice made Geo look at you, his face stoic and yet his fingers fidgeted with his phone in his hoodie pocket. Crowe snapped his fingers, pointing to you with one eye open, his blue eye sparkling with thoughts of partying with his friends and fun.
“Exactly! So why not just invite you guys and a few people for a little fun? Only for a little while, at least. People need a little fun to let off some stress, don’t ya think?”
Crowe wrapped his arm around your shoulder, pulling you slightly closer to him as you tried to peel an orange, an irritated look came and went on your face by the sudden pull, masking it quickly.
Geo gripped his phone slightly in his pocket, his eyes narrowing. He hated how close Crowe could get to you, how close he was to you. Geo wouldn’t admit it, but he wished he could be that close to you, if either you or him would let him be even a sliver of that close together.
Noticing his glare, Deryl kicked Crowe’s shin under the table, earning a small “ow” from the man and a confused look, but nonetheless, Crowe had let go of you, leaving you be as you fought to peel the orange without hurting your nail that you had painted a dark purple the night before.
Geo rolled his eyes and grabbed your orange right out of your hands, starting to peel it with his brows furrowed, but not caring if his fingers smelled of orange for the next few hours.
Crowe’s eyes watched Geo in confusion, then looked to Deryl, who pretended to not notice his gaze.
“How many people are going to be there?” Jess spoke up, tearing Crowe’s gaze from the jock to look at Jess with a smile again.
He shrugged. “Whoever wants to come, really, the students here mostly, and if they wanted they could bring a friend or so. It’s hard to say.”
Geo gave back your orange, stuffing his hand back in his hoodie pocket. You just stared at the orange, while Geo looked back at the paper on the table, pretending to read the contents without trying to dye on the inside with just the brush of your fingers touching.
“Well, this sounds like an awesome idea! I’m sure almost everyone is gonna be there, even Geo will be!” Deryl laughed as he smacked Geo back, earning a pained groan and his face heating from him, his head slowly turning to look at his friend with a very heated death glare.
“What?”
Crowe raised an eyebrow, puzzled by this new information. “Geo, you’re going to go? I didn’t think you liked these things.”
“I don’t and I’m not.”
“I think it would be cool if you were going. Maybe it’ll be fun for you if you go. Unless you have other plans?” You interjected, popping an orange into your mouth. Geo’s eye twitched, looking at you like you had betrayed him.
Geo had hoped that you wouldn’t go, or insisted that he went, since neither of you were ones for any kind of partying.
You looked at him with an innocent grin, chewing on your orange. God, if there wasn’t a table in between you two, Geo would have the guts to strangle you right now. And maybe kiss your cheek. But the urge to strangle you was stronger.
Geo sighed through his nose, utterly defeated. Why must he be head over heels for you? Why you of all people?
“I’ll… be there.” He grumbled out, earning a happy hum from his friend beside him and another sweet smile from you, eating another slice of orange across from him. Crowe’s brows shot up, along with Brittany’s mouth open wide from shock. Neither had expected that from Geo.
They both looked at each other, bewildered and curious by why Geo would ever go to a party. Suspicious. Very suspicious.
Jess looked between Brittany and Crowe, confused by what they had been thinking, yet didn’t ask.
After school that day, as Geo started to head to the school’s gate entrance, doing his usual routine, making his way to make sure you were safe, until there was a black sack pulled over his head, making him instantly turning to defend himself, only to have someone grab his ankles and wrists to lift him in the air.
“What the fuck?! Let go this instant! Let go you shits!” He yelled, but his demands fell on deaf ears as two people carried him away to somewhere he couldn’t see, but felt like only a few feet away. There was a sound of a car door opening and then the people tossing him in the backseat, making him grunt from the impact.
They sat him upright and they got in the car. Geo tore off the sack on his head and looked around, startled to find Crowe and Brittany in the front seats looking at him and Deryl sitting beside him. They all were looking at him with that certain look; the look of them knowing a secret of Geo’s.
It only took Geo a second to realize why they had “kidnapped” him and were now looking at him like that.
“Oh, fuck me.” He buried his face in his hands and groaned.
“Geo, why didn't you tell us that you had a crush? On our friend, nonetheless!” Crowe asked, feigning hurt in his voice, his hand on his chest.
Geo glared at Deryl, which made the jock rub the back of his neck, letting out a nervous, and slightly scared, chuckle.
“Sorry, Geo, they wouldn't stop badgering and bribing me with those sweet candies Crowe always has! I couldn't resist it!”
“Betrayed by a few pieces of God damn candy.” Geo snarled at Deryl, who whined like he was a puppy being scowled for doing something bad.
“Geo, it's perfectly normal for you to get a little crush on someone. Honestly, it's adorable and also exciting. I didn't think you could ever like someone romantically!” Brittany chimed in, clapping her hands together, giving Geo a smirk.
He rolled his eyes and crossed his arms over his chest, letting out an irritated sigh. His friends are going to be the death of him. “Why must you people be so irritating?”
“Awe, you don't mean that.” Crowe patted his leg, making Geo scowl at him. “Are you going to tell them?”
“No.”
“Why? You should! And the party would be the perfect place to do it! And I can make sure you two are alone.~”
Geo made a face of disgust by Crowe's assumption that something was going to happen at his party. Doing something so scandalous in a public display is beneath him, even the thought of it sent a shiver down his spine, and it wasn't a pleasurable shiver.
“No, it will go away.”
Brittany pointed her long nail at him, her expression serious. “These feelings don't just ‘go away’, Geo. They're serious, and real. Just because you haven't felt them before, doesn't make them any more real than they are. You can't let them bubble up and fester.”
Geo grimaced as Brittany poked her nail on his forehead. Deep down, he knew she was right, despite not wanting her to be right. But she was. Brittany was smart enough to know the signs when someone has deep feelings for another.
“Then what am I supposed to do? How does someone go about—” He waved his hand dramatically, irritation across his features. “These feelings?”
“Take them to the party. Crowe and I will make sure that no one disturbs either of you. And then tell them how you feel. Vulnerable or not.” Brittany said, tossing Crowe’s party invitation at Geo’s lap.
Geo didn’t like that idea. In fact, he hated it. He wanted to tell them off, to tell them to go fuck themselves and to leave him alone about this. But he didn’t. Not when that night he was in his bedroom, sitting crisscrossed on his floor, his phone inches in front of him, the screen black.
He had been trying to meditate for an hour now, but to no avail. His thoughts are consumed by you, by the idea of spending his time with you at his friend’s party. He has been staring at his phone for about 15 minutes now, just staring, debating, calculating.
He was never good with expressing anything, not that he would even let himself. It was muscle memory at this point. But the thought of asking someone, no, not just someone, asking you to go with him to a party. It was intimidating to Geo, and nothing intimidates Geo.
Letting out a defeated sigh, he grabbed his phone, his hands surprisingly steady as he pulled up his messages. His thumb hovered over your contact, thinking. Should he text? Should he call instead? He hadn't thought about it until now, not until he had your contact pulled up, his thumb just inches away from hitting the call button.
Without second guessing himself, he pressed the call button and put his phone up to his ear. It rang once. Twice. On the third ring, just when he was going to give up calling, the phone picked up.
“Hello?”
The sound of your voice on the other end made his heart do something weird in his chest; almost relieved that you had answered. Though, it sounded like you were chewing on something. He frowned at the thought of you having your mouth full and answering the phone like that. Typical.
“Is this a bad time?” He asked, his voice cold and monotoned. He heard a slight shuffling on the other end, waiting for your answer.
“No, I was just eating dinner. I finished it though. Can I help you?”
Geo doubted that you had finished your food, but it didn't matter to him, his mind was already trying to think of a way to ask you to go to Crowe's party with him.
“Do you have a ride to Crowe's party?”
“Party? Oh, no, I'm not going.”
He blinked. And blinked again. What? He had assumed that you would go, since you had basically made him agree to go just by looking at him. Hypocrite.
“Why?”
“I just don't want to go. There will be too many people there, and I'd rather stay inside.”
Geo’s eye twitched slightly at your answer. That was a stupid reason why to not go. At least have an ACTUAL reason to not go than just to stay inside! Not that he could even think of another reason why he himself shouldn't go than to stay inside to meditate or continue with his studies. He sighed through his nose, trying to not voice his opinion of your… plan to not go.
“I can come pick you up at your place around six for the party.” He continued on.
“What?”
“Seven-Thirty. I’ll come get you the day of the party.”
There was silence on the other end, which made Geo think you had hung up. He looked at his phone, seeing that you were still on call with him.
“Hello?” He called out to the phone, seeing if you were still there.
“What?!” Geo winced as you yelled at him, your yelling hurting his ear. “No, Geo, I already said that I wasn’t going.”
“You're going.” He said, his voice stern, leaving no room for debate.
It was quiet on the other end, before he heard you sigh softly, a soft, very faint, tapping noise on your end, as if debating if you should go or not.
“Fine. I'll go. But I'll get there myself, I don't need you to pick me up.”
Fuck. Well, it was better than you not going at all. Geo takes that as a win rather than a loss.
“Fine. I'll see you then.” Before you could even say anything after him, he hung up on you, not letting you get the last word in.
He placed a hand over his heart, realizing that it started racing while talking to you. He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath, trying to make his heart slow down. Not that it had helped at all. Oh well. He sighed and laid down on his floor, staring up at the ceiling.
What the fuck did he just do?
Days came and went, Geo’s dread growing more and more as the days grew closer to the party. He regretted asking you to go to the party with him, but it's not like he could even take it back. Not that Crowe or Brittany would even let him take it back.
As Friday arrived, the hours ticking by on the school's clock on the wall, Geo couldn't help but feel anxious, his leg bouncing slightly, just barely noticeable, from the anticipation and nerves of tonight.
Tonight. Party at Crowe's. They will be there. Oh God. How will they get there if they don't even have a car? Do they even know where Crowe's Aunt's house is?
Geo’s mind was going a million miles an hour, yet his face remained mutual, something he has mastered over the years. He let out a soft sigh, placing his head in his hand, leaning on his elbow on his desk. He was starting to get a headache from worrying now.
Wait.
Why was he worrying?! He shouldn’t be worried over your wellbeing! He scoffed softly, making sure no one had heard his scoff to no one but the person living in his head rent-free.
He hated this. He hated this so fucking much. He still didn’t understand why his heart was like this, racing over just thinking about you. Brittany claims that it’s because Geo has “feelings” for you. But Geo is fifty percent convinced that you had put a love spell on him.
He couldn’t help the soft, very soft and small, chuckle that escaped him. Oh God. How delusional he has to be for him to think of YOU putting a love spell on him.
His eyes glanced up at the clock hanging on the wall, watching the large clock handle move ever so slowly to the 12. The school day is almost over. Five more minutes. Geo can wait that long, can he? But his eyes never strayed from the clock, glaring at it like it might move faster from his staring.
Why was he so concerned at the time? Why was he even waiting for the time to pass anyways?
Finally, he looked away from the clock, but hearing the soft ticking of it was getting on his nerves. Like it was taunting him how he couldn’t escape yet.
Once the clock finally turned the three minutes it had left, the school bell dinged on cue, and without another second passing, Geo made his way out before the teacher was even done speaking to the whole class.
When Geo made it to his car that was a little ways away from the school, he let out an exhausted sigh, his hands gripping the wheel of his car tightly until his knuckles were white. He closed his eyes, his head already pounding from his headache.
Why was he like this?
He had no answer.
He opened his eyes enough to look up, seeing you waving bye to whoever you were talking to. His gaze softened as he watched you.
Oh, you looked so pretty. Your smile was pretty. Your hair looked so soft. Would it be soft in between his fingers? Would your hands feel warm against his cold ones?
He raised his hand from the steering wheel and smacked his face, a little rougher than he had meant it to be. He blinked at himself, finally looking away from you as you walked back to your apartment. He looked at himself in the car’s mirror, a red mark on his face was starting to form.
Shit. He hadn’t meant to slap himself THAT hard!
He tsked, looking away from the mirror. He’ll need to fix that before tonight. With another tired sigh, he turned on his car to go to his apartment, not even bothering to see if you made it back to your own apartment.
That night, Geo sat in his car, staring at Crowe’s Aunt’s house. He argued with himself on the way over because Crowe had texted him that you were there. He didn’t want to come, but yet knowing that you were there… it made him come anyway.
He looked at himself in the mirror of his car, seeing the mark where he had smacked himself. It was noticeable in the light, but hidden in the dark. He tried his best to make the swelling go down with ice, and it worked enough for it to go unnoticeable, as long as he is in the dark anyways.
He looked back at the house again before, reluctantly, stepping out of his car. He locked his car and slowly made his way up the porch. There was no one up there, no bouncer or anyone to make sure people were coming. Loud music was playing through the door, loud enough to hear the vibration. How could anyone hear in there?
He sighed and opened the door, not bothering to knock. Not that anyone would hear it.
Once he stepped inside, he immediately regretted it. People were everywhere. There were some loitering around, some dancing on furniture and other people, holding cups of whatever was in it.
Geo grimaced from the sight. He looked around, looking for at least one person he knew here. It wasn’t until he heard some girl screaming his name did he start to move around people, pulling up his hood to cover his face from people. He probably should have changed before coming here.
Someone accidentally bumped into him, which made the person drop their drink.
“Hey, watch where-”
The student stopped mid sentence when Geo glared at them, clearly not in the mood to start something they weren’t going to be able to finish. The student muttered an apology before going along on their way.
When Geo turned back, he came face to face with Crowe, making Geo jump back, frightened by the sudden appearance of his friend.
“Jesus! Let someone know you're there!”
Crowe just smiled, clearly happy that his friend decided to come afterall. Crowe wrapped his arm around Geo’s shoulders, not minding how Geo tried to push him away.
“I was wondering when you’ll show up! I have a feeling I know why you’re hear!~” Crowe wiggled an eyebrow at his friend, but it only made Geo roll his eyes.
Crowe pointed up the stairs, a smile on his face.
“They’re upstairs, I don’t know where exactly.”
Geo groaned softly from the lack of knowledge and pushed his friend aside to go upstairs, hearing Crowe yelling out good luck to him.
Geo made his way upstairs, seeing how quiet it was because no one was up there. Strange. But he wouldn’t admit that his friends had done good in keeping others away downstairs. Geo looked in a few rooms only to find them empty.
He passed the guest bedroom only to take a few steps back, finding you out on the balcony in the guest bedroom, the door wide open, as if inviting him in.
He shoved his hands in his jacket pocket, his hood falling off his head as he entered the room, making his way behind you, taking no further step to stand beside you.
Feeling a presence, you turned slightly to see Geo there. You let out a sigh of relief and turned back.
“Oh, it’s just you.” You muttered softly, going back to look over the balcony.
Geo didn’t say anything, just looking at you. You waved a hand out beside you, inviting him to stand by you.
“Come stand, I promise to not bite.” You joked, which made him roll his eyes, but he stepped beside you, his fingers fidgeting within his hoodie pocket. He watched you, seeing how you were leaning against the railing, your arms folded over it, looking up at the sky.
He looked up too, trying to see what you were seeing. Only a few stars had appeared, the sun already disappearing for the night. He didn’t know what you were looking at, or what you were looking for, but he kept looking up until you spoke.
“Well, I’m here. Was there a specific reason why you wanted me here?”
He looked at you from the corner of his eyes, just looking.
“Does there need to be a reason?”
Neither of you said anything for a moment before you groaned, your face in your hands.
“Seriously?! You made me come for no reason! That’s just.. Ugh!” You leaned against the railing again, your arms over your chest, looking at the ground, annoyed.
Geo turned from you, unable to hide the small smirk appearing on his face. Your reaction was just as he had expected it, but he didn’t think it would be… funny. He looked back at you, seeing your brows furrowed, your eyes avoiding his.
“I didn’t tell you to come for no reason.” He started, noticing how your fingers slightly gripped on your jacket sleeve tighter before turning your head to look at him. You raised an eyebrow at him in question, waiting for him to continue. When he didn’t, you stared at him in annoyance.
“Well, what is it? What reason do you have that is better than me staying inside?” You asked, poking at his chest. He didn’t say anything, not at first, but his eyes went to where your finger poked him. He stared at it for a moment, then looked at you, raising an eyebrow.
You couldn’t help the small laugh that came out of you.
“Quiet again? You sure do know how to leave someone hanging when you wanna.” You said, moving to pull your hand away.
Without meaning to, his hand shot his hand out from his pocket to grab your wrist, keeping your hand close to his chest. Startled, you blinked, looking at him as if he just did something he wasn’t supposed to.
“I hate you.” He muttered softly, looking at your wrist he was now holding.
You blinked again, confused where that came from. “What?”
Geo looked at you again, his eyes seemed cold and calculated, but he also looked like he was internally battling with himself.
“I hate you. I hate what you make me feel.” He started, looking at you, more or less glaring at you now. His hand tightened on your wrist when you tried to pull away. You chuckled nervously, not sure what was happening now.
“What are you on about? Don’t you hate everyone?” You asked, looking away from him. He kept looking at you, making a small step to you.
“I hate these feelings you have caused. For a reason I don’t have, you make me feel… something.”
You looked at him again, seeing the intensity in his eyes when he looked at you, how he was holding your wrist tightly, as if afraid to let go just yet.
“You make no sense, Geo. Whatever you’re trying to say, it doesn’t seem to be working with you.” You said, almost jokingly, as if trying to make fun of whatever this situation was becoming.
His eye twitched, seeing how you weren’t taking him seriously.
He mumbled something in annoyance, something you couldn’t hear. When you opened your mouth to ask what he had said, he released your wrist and gripped your shoulders with both of his hands now, keeping you still.
You tried to move back, startled, not sure why he was acting like this now when he moved closer, his lips crashing into your.
You stopped moving, entirely. Your eyes went wide, staring into his teal eyes, feeling the warmth of his lips on yours.
It was a soft kiss, something small and meaningful. He parted his lips slightly, his kiss deepening every so slightly. His hand on your shoulder moving slowly to the back of your neck, cradling it in his hand.
When he pulled away, he moved slightly back, but stayed close to your face, as if trying to see your reaction to his sudden affection. Or whatever that was.
“... What?” You whispered softly, as if your brain wasn’t processing what had just happened.
Geo swallowed hard, taken aback from his own actions. He had only meant to tell you how he felt, but he wasn’t always good with his words, was he?
“I.. hate you. But I don’t..?” He whispered, confused by his own feelings now. He doesn’t hate you. Far from it.
“I want to hate you. But you… You make me feel things I don’t want.” He whispered, pulling away now to look at you, seeing your wide eyes looking up at him, confused. He kept one hand on your shoulder, the other on the back of your neck.
You stared at him for a long moment, tilting your head ever so slightly to gaze up at him. “Geo.. is this… a love confession?”
Your words caught him by surprise. Was it a love confession? Was that what this was?
After all that time burning other people's love letters and confessions he never read, he became one of those people to confess their feelings for someone.
“What if.. It was?” He asked, looking down at you, his heart racing in his chest. He wanted to hear what you thought, and yet he couldn’t bear the thought of you saying no to his confession. He hadn’t thought that far ahead yet.
You blinked again, then suddenly started to giggle, confusing poor Geo even more. He couldn’t tell if you were laughing at the situation or at him.
“Oh Geo.. that was adorable!” You said, wiping an imaginary tear from the corner of your eye. “I hadn’t expected that, especially not from you!”
“I’m serious.” He said, his brows furrowing.
“I know, which makes it even more funny!” You said, starting to laugh again. He scoffed, moving his hands from you and into his pockets. He turned to leave, berating himself for agreeing to do this when you grabbed his sleeve, stopping him.
“W-Wait! Give me a—ha—moment.” You said, trying to stop yourself from laughing. He glared at you, waiting for you to stop laughing. Once you did, you stood up straight, unable to stop yourself from smiling and giggling.
“Sorry, I just didn’t expect that tonight. I wasn’t prepared for it.” You cleared your throat, letting go of his sleeve and looking at him, more determined now than your laughing self before.
“Geo, I accept your confession.”
He blinked, his eye twitching again. “What?”
“Oh! I like you too.” You clarified, giggling softly. He rolled his eyes, seeing how those nights of video games were getting you to actually say you “accept” his confession.
He looked down at you, seeing how you were smiling up at him like you were expecting something. He raised an eyebrow. You pointed to your lips, making him look down at them.
“Kiss me again, please.”
Those simple words made his heart do something, a backflip or something. He sighed softly, as if what you just asked was a chore for him, and yet he leaned down enough for his lips to touch yours again, this time closing his eyes, letting himself enjoy the warm sensation of your lips on his.
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