cw: extremely suggestive (all dialogue, no action), mostly just ridiculous. everyone is so horny to the point of being weird sorry
thereâs a narrow beam of light thrown between the wing curtains that youâre being so careful to stay out of. you were holding cue papers at some point, but now youâre not. youâve been frozen ever since the first time you looked into the light.
you okay?â akaashi, your lovely, patient, kind manager says. âiâve never seen you look so nervous before a speech.â
âiâm battling with my flesh,â you say.
âokay,â he says, rolling his tongue in his mouth briefly. âand what exactly does that mean?â
âthe japanese olympic volleyball teamâs personal trainer is here,â you say.
âyes,â akaashi says blankly. âyouâre engaged to speak to the national teams. thatâs what weâre doing. are you having a stroke?â
âa stronk,â you correct him. âi watched the games just for the three seconds of screentime he had per match. oh, i need him so bad. heâs in the audience right now. i canât talk into that microphone, iâm just going to start begging him to come up onstage and fuck me.â
âokay,â akaashi says again. then he doesnât say anything else.
âi wouldnât even need to touch him. we could have, like, hot tantric sex where i just get to look at his face and maybe his shoulders. why did i say yes to this event?â
you peek back through the gap in the curtains and make an embarrassing noise when you locate the shoulders in question, spreading the fabric of a suit jacket wide.
âdemonic compulsion, i suspect. wow, i wish you didnât pay me so much so i could quit now,â says akaashi.
âsucks,â you say. âiâll give you a bonus if you let me run away out the back door.â
âno,â akaashi says firmly. âyou are going to get up on that stage and you are going to give the least horny speech of your career if itâs the last thing you do. i donât care if you walk off and have an personal-trainer-or-whatever-induced aneurysm. you arenât going anywhere.â
âbut my flesh,â you whine.
despite it all, you get up on stage and hopefully present something relatively normal. you were blacked out for all of it, but akaashi gives you a thumbs up when you stumble into the wings on shaky legsâyouâd seen him, through the spotlights, some kind of halo in your vision while his dark eyes were squinted toward you and his mouth a plush line you needed to biteâso probably you didnât close out with and iwaizumi hajime, athletic trainer, this is a personal standing invitation to my home.
you mill around on the main floor for a bit afterwards, hoping your flushed cheeks and jumpiness arenât visible to anyone. you donât see iwaizumi anywhere, though, and akaashi sticks to you like some kind of service animal except the service is making sure you donât explode your career by propositioning an olympian-by-proxy, so your nerves start to settle.
âiâm gonna freshen up,â you tell akaashi, who nods distractedly. you squint in the direction of his line of sight, toward a group of athletes looking uncomfortable in their formalwearâah. âuse protection. i canât have you going on maternity leave.â
âbokuto-san canât get me pregnant,â akaashi mutters, âbut weâre going to try.â
âokay,â you echo his response from earlier, but he seems too dazed to notice the snark.
you step out of the bathroom, trying to fluff up your hair with your fingertips, when you hear a male voice drift down the corridor.
ââshut the fuck up, oikawa.â you know that voice. youâve listened to every interview recorded. itâs like a voice line from a video game.
âyou are way less intimidating than usual,â snorts the more melodic argentinian player.
âhard to be scary iwa-chan when youâre down this bad,â says another voice, one you donât recognize.
âhey, donât be mean,â says oikawa. âweâll watch the bathroom door while you jerk off thinking about the keynote speaker.â
thereâs a wordless growl. you canât feel your knees.
âiâm not going toââ he says roughly. âwhat iâm going to do is get myself together and then go out and introduce myself like a regular human being and if i do a good enough job weâll leave together and iâll eat her out until she cries and then iâll propose in the morning.â
âlike a regular human being,â says the strange voice dryly.
âi should be locked in a cell,â says iwaizumi. âis it normal to be attracted to someoneâs elbows? her blouse had the sleeves rolled up and i could see the elbows through the sleeve placket.â
âitâs not,â oikawa says comfortingly. âyou are a huge freak and she will never be interested in you like this unless she is severely disturbed.â
you are, thankfully, severely disturbed. how does placket sound like a dirty word in his mouth?
âplease leave me to die,â says iwaizumi. you hear a few faint, murmured acquiescences and the sounds of footsteps fading.
you only have a few precious moments between the departure of his friends and the disappearance of iwaizumi behind a door.
you walk so quickly you almost trip.
reflexively, the gentleman he is, he catches you.
âare you alrightââ he starts. âoh, shit. did you hear any of that? iâm so sorry. iâll leave the country right awayââ
you notice, your skin burning under his touch, that heâs supporting you by the elbows. never before has that been an erogenous zone. all your freshening up out the doorâyou can see sweat beading on his upper lip you want to lick off.
âif youâre going to jerk off thinking about me,â you say, steamrolling past his squawking, embarrassed denial, âcan you at least have the decency to ask for my help?â
âż spring fever || day 7 âż
age gap || younger!suna rintarou x older!reader
âż tags: age gap (suna is 25, reader is 35), sunas a fucking freak, sub!suna, pervert!suna, suna spends 1k words fantasizing about the game shop employee, masturbation (m) and wet dreams, mentions of: dacryphilia, slapping kink, spit kink, degradation, overstimulation, cunnilingus
âż wc: 1055 âż
âż spring fever masterlist âż
âż MINORS DNI âż
rintarou doesn't know your name. he's too scared to ask.
he remembers the day you started working at the game store down the street from his apartment. he remembers because he'd gotten used to seeing the middle-aged, greasy-haired owner who would chain-smoke in the corner and say 'i look like google to you, kid?' whenever someone asked about a certain game. he'd gotten used to stepping in, disgruntled, with better answers and better opinions. he'd gotten used to considering going to the other store â across town and more expensive, but overall better.
and then you'd appeared one day, cheeks warm and glowing and eyes twinkling every time someone asked you a question.
rintarou had listened carefully, ducking into aisles and wondering who you were. wondering where you'd come from, because your answers and your opinions are even better than his own. you have thoughts about game design, about dialogue, about animation style. good thoughts. great, even.
you're older. it's not the first thing he notices, but he does notice.
and only because noticing comes with a shiver that runs down his spine. noticing comes with a flush on his cheeks and a twitch in his jeans every time you so much as glance in his direction.
he looks for a ring on your finger. he looks carefully at any kids that come into the shop, because youre older but you cant be that much older. he thinks maybe five years older than him.
and then he hears you joke with some teenager, hears you utter the words 'playing the original before you were even born'. he's ashamed about how he acts after that, how he scrambles to catch a glimpse of the game in the kid's hand, how he frantically checks the year that the first game came out, because if he's right then that means you're-
he's right.
you're ten years older than him.
he doesn't come back for a few days, too humiliated about how his body had processed that information. about how he'd had to run home, how he'd had his jeans around his ankles and his hand shoved into his boxers the moment he'd slammed the door shut with his back.
he starts to stay out of your eyeline, starts to wander the aisles with his gaze cast to the floor. he's careful not to glance at you too much, because he knows he's a freak but that doesn't mean you have to feel uncomfortable. he doesn't want to make you uneasy.
especially since he can't help the things his brain does around you anymore. he can't help that every time he hears your voice he imagines you telling him what to do, your tone sharp and cutting when you make him get on his knees. he can't help that your laugh makes his bones jolt and his skin break out in goosebumps, because he's imagining the way you would laugh in his ear when he starts crying, when you start whispering about how pathetic he is, even though you're the one overstimulating him. even though it's your fault.
he can't help that he wants to fold for you every time you brush past him with a stack of games in tow, because you never fail to set a manicured hand on his back and mumble 'scuse me, handsome'. it's always in that tone that's so blatantly a joke that he can't twist your words no matter how hard he tries, but he always fails to respond with more than a cough and burning ears. he always wants to say something smooth, something like 'sorry, beautiful', but he chickens out every time, because fuck, that's so lame.
he buys his games with his head down and his palms sweating, his skin on fire any time you try to make conversation.
"oh, i've been meaning to get this game," as he's thinking about how nice it might be to bury his face between your thighs just to make you happy.
"i didn't realize they came out with a sequel! what'd you think of the first one?" as he's on the verge of asking you to spit in his mouth, just once, he promises.
"you feelin' okay, handsome? you look a little pale," as he's struggling not to pass out, because he's started dreaming about you riding him, about you smacking him across the face and telling him he's not doing enough.
and then one day, weeks later, when he's finally sick of his own perverted pining, he meets your eyes and gathers the courage to ask you out.
you don't let him get that far.
"there he is. finally, i get to see those pretty eyes."
he forgets what he's doing here. "uh-"
"you know," you start, smiling softly at him. "i was s'posed to ask a long time ago if you have an account with us, but i figured if i couldn't get you to look at me, i definitely wouldn't be able to get your name."
he blinks, stares. "yeah. uh-" he coughs. "n-no. no, i don't." he didn't even know that was something the old man offered.
"it's new," you say, like you've read his mind. "i'm trying to make some much needed changes around here."
and then you look at him expectantly, fingers hovering over the keyboard.
he imagines those fingers wrapped around his cock, two more shoved in his mout-
"suna," he says, voice wavering. "rintarou."
you smile up at him, whispering. "suna rintarou. pretty."
he can feel his erection pressing against his jeans. he's too nervous to hide it. he doesn't want you to notice.
"birthday?" you move on, ready for his answer.
he gives it.
your eyes flash to his, eyebrows twitching up in surprise.
you type the date in, thinking for a moment. he swears there's something in your gaze that wasn't there before.
"you're 25?" you finally say, and then he watches in real time as your eyes drop down his body.
the bulge in his jeans is impossible to hide. it's always been impossible to hide. he knows that now, because you don't look shocked to see it. your lips just twitch, like you're amused but not impressed.
the words fall out before he can stop them.
"yes, ma'am."
the look you give him teaches him quite a few things about you.
blorbo whom you rarely have penetrative sex with but you never lack in intimacy regardless because heâs an expert when it comes to satisfying your needs in other ways
hi friends!! admittedly my hiatus has gone on a lot longer than i first thought it would, hoping i can be on a little now and hopefully more later this year. if u care to know whatâs been going on u can read below?
iâm going to try to keep this short but who knows if that will work! lol
in november 2023 i broke up with my ex after he became more controlling and an incident where he threw something towards me. it was kind of an ordeal bc obv had concerns about his temper but anyway! i survived. when i was prepping to break up with him a counselor on campus suggested i speak to someone w a local org for women who are survivors of domestic violence and i was like nah iâm good! this is not abuse just one weird thing! (spoiler alert: not true)
i started dating mr. kai loml a few months after. i ended up staying in the apartment i had lived in with my ex for the past year which at the time was nice bc conveniently located, didnât have to move, etc. after a while mr. kai moved in, then around this time last year we moved out and shit kinda hit the fan
i had been in (short term) therapy bc i had been like âok yeah he said some fucked up stuffâ but didnât think it had affected me That much. but brains work in mysterious ways!! the combo of moving out of somewhere i had lived with my ex + passage of time hit me like a bus. ironically being somewhere safe kind of made things temporarily worse lol. my mental health tanked and i started having panic attacks more frequently, at its worst it was like once a week? vs a couple times a year normally. plus like flashbacks, nightmares, all that fun stuff!
i was in frog in boiling pot of water mode though and didnât realize how bad stuff had gotten lol. after a few months of waiting i started long term therapy and got to see a psychiatrist. i was surprised (lmao) when i got diagnosed with c-ptsd bc of my relationship w my ex but hindsight is 2020 i guess?
it took a long time for me to even come to terms w the fact that he was abusive and there was a lot of concerning behavior throughout the relationship and obv a lot of processing (shoutout emdr). i am doing better but still healing. and still trying to find the right med combination that helps without making me feel awful lol
meanwhile i am also working full time and trying to finish my masterâs! now that things are somewhat better iâve been able to make significant progress and iâm going to try to defend this semester. that doesnât leave me w much free time but hopefully once i finish i can hang out with yâall a bit more
also just wanted to thank anyone who has shown me kindness or been a friend on this site. i am sorry i have been so absent and unresponsive lately. this was a very good haven during the second half of that relationship and tbh self insert horny fanfic is healing
i am not posting this for sympathy and know i donât owe anyone an explanation but i felt like sharing. i am trying to be braver in talking about that whole experience. i would post this on a personal blog but i hardly have any followers here anyway so here u go!!!
ê° synopsis : After a little persuading, Zoro let's you tie him up. But testing a tiger's patience will only get you so far...
ê° content : MDNI. zoro roronoa x bratty!reader ; rope play, oral sex (m!receiving), lots of teasing, brief pussy job, use of 'pretty girl' once, just filth honestly. â WC : 2k
The elaborate pull of twine seals in Zoroâs fate as sandswept rope glides along his tanned torso, looping around his shoulders to tie his arms behind his back. Fastened with a knot that only a seasoned sailor could pull off, you let your hands run over your masterpiece.Â
Torturously, your lips glide down his torso, ghosting against his skin before your tongue twirls around his nipple. He groans lowly, tensing as you lightly suck on it.Â
You don't linger there long, giving him just enough to want more before you nestle down between his toned thighs. With a quick glance, you gaze up at him with an innocence that betrays every other sinful action youâve taken thus far.
âThis is stupid.â Zoro's chiseled jaw clenches, feeling more vulnerable than he's ever felt before. Laid out on the bed, unable to move his hands, and completely bare â all too ripe for the taking. Itâs a position heâd never envisioned being in but with one curl of your lip and that challenging glint in your eye, he found himself yielding to your little game, fully equipped with a stubbornness that demands he win it.
Each ripple of his muscles strains for relief, a call for power that leaves his hands itching to wield the familiar grasp of your plush skin but instead, heâs met with the loneliness of air. Itâs a true testament of how much heâs holding back right now. Never before has Zoro sat back and let you take the reins in your sex life; he would always be the one to end up in control, and neither of you complained.
Before now.
The memory of how he ended up in such a predicament taunts him almost as much as your curious hand does as it slides down to where heâs painfully hard for you. Silently, he curses himself for goading the shitty cook that his self control towards women was one of his strengths, looking down at the chef like he was less for caving to a womanâs touch so easily.
It sparked a new idea in your head, the perfect kiss of rebellion against the act that he committed, one that would not go unpunished. You were going to prove that when it comes down to it, Zoro gives in to you just as much as Sanji gives in to any woman, if not worse.
âWant to back out? It's alright if you canât take it.â The look you give him is almost laughable â eyes blown superficially wide and full of faux concern, your lip twitching slightly downward to create the pout that always drew him into your carefully construed traps. Your fingers dance along his length, fleeting touches of pleasure that melts away before he has a chance to savor it.
Flames of desire lick at Zoroâs gut, and he canât help but settle deeper into his burning pride as it demands that he shows you he can handle whatever you throw at him. The room grew hotter, his nerves working overtime as they tried not to fray at the seams, willfully tearing them down to grow stronger like fractured muscles fibers cording back together.
It was just another form of his training.
âJust get it over with,â Zoro huffs out, cheeks dusted pink as he tries to keep his gaze set on you. The blush only spreads further down his twitching torso as your touch grows more purposeful, his heavy chest heaving in a glowy dew of perspiration.
âWith pleasure.âÂ
Gently, your hand wraps around his base, your hot breath teasingly fanning against the sensitive skin and eliciting chills all throughout his body. His thigh tenses, and the familiar sound of strained rope graces your ear as he squirms above you.
With a quick glance up, you notice that Zoro tries to maintain his aloof persona, a stoic mask that veils the hidden truths he carries far underneath the surface. But his desire was steadily boiling, ready to burst; all you had to do was beckon it out.
Moving your head forward, you tap his sensitive tip against your tongue, letting him twitch in your hand before a spurt of pre-cum dribbles onto the warm muscle, a string that connects you two together in a way that isnât nearly enough for him. You languidly clean it up, letting the slightly salty taste settle in your mouth, savoring every drop.
Zoro would never admit defeat, practically choking down his groans in protest, but heâs just so eager for you to take him all down your throat so beautifully like you usually do, using all of his self-control to stop from thrusting into your tantalizing mouth.Â
âTaking your sweet time, arenât you?â He grunts out, his body tense from the lack of progression. Every nerve was screaming at him to do something but his pride was working overtime to silence them all. âYou and your damn games.â
âWhat? You know I like to play.â You bite back with a smirk, savoring the way his jaw tightens.Â
âYeah, yeah.â
The mirth that swims in your eyes only grows stronger as you swipe his tip along your spit-covered lips, making sure to wear his favorite gloss before you give him what heâs so desperate for.Â
Your slick tongue traces along the pulsing vein that wraps itself around his aching cock, humming softly to let the vibrations tease the sensitive skin, his length twitching under your touch.
âStill think youâre in control, swordsman?â The taunt easily slips past your lips as you tilt your head in question, using the angle to kiss and suck down his length and letting your tongue lather all over. Your near vindictive gaze never leaves his, unwavering as Zoroâs mask begins to crack.
âIâm always in control.â He grits his teeth, longing for the comfort of something tucked in between.
âIs that why youâre trembling?â You murmur, welcoming one of his heavy balls into your earnest mouth and letting the sound vibrate against it. Zoro sucks in a breath, his body jolting at the touch.
Gradually, you take him further into your mouth. Every inch pulls a new sound from him. Zoro shivers â from sheer frustration or an overpowering sense of desire, he doesnât know. All he knows is that you need to hurry the hell up.
Like an answer to his silent prayer, you begin to engulf the rest of his length down your throat, your eyes watering from the pressure. A ragged groan escapes his lips, the slightest twitch in his hips as you sink down further into his cock. Swallowing him down, the hot tightness of your throat squeezes him as you continue to take him all in.
âFuck.â Zoro hisses out under his breath, but it wasnât nearly as quiet as he hoped it would be â or as sturdy. The sound came in a broken, almost haggard manner that was music to your ears. âYou and that damn mouthâ hnng!â
The way he can barely choke his own words out only spurs you on, doubling down on your efforts as you begin to bob your head, letting his aching length glide down your throat and giving it much-needed reprieve.
As soon as it hits the back of your throat, Zoro lets out the most beautiful sound youâd ever heard â a raspy groan of your name that melted into the beginnings of a whine before he snapped his mouth shut.
That just simply wonât do.
You pull back, gasping for breath as your hand lazily works over his spit-coated length, squeezing it gently in all the right places.Â
Zoroâs hands itch and yearn to touch you, to push your head back down on his cock so you can finish what you started. He has half a mind to say screw it, his restraint withering away with every pump of your fist.
âJust admit you were wrong, Zo,â You coo at him softly, âno one will have to know but me.â
âTch. Iâve got nothing to admit.â He can hardly turn his head away, his pride demanding he face you down no matter the consequences. But every curl of your lip, every flutter of your lashes was pushing him towards the edge of surrender.
âSo devoted,â The word slowly drags out like a drop of honey â sweet and sticky. Your wrist flicks, giving the head of his leaking cock an extra squeeze. âEven to your own denial.â
Zoro doesnât say anything â he doesnât have time to. His breathing grows heavier as you let your saliva drip from your tongue and smear along his tip before you take him in your mouth again.Â
Thread by thread, the rope began to fray, unraveling Zoro further along. His hands may have been tied but his hips were unbound, gradually lifting into the air to meet the warmth of your mouth, groaning as he slid deeper down your throat.Â
He loves it when you get like this, it was one of his weaknesses, one that was pushing him further towards the brink that he had been trying to evade all evening. The way everything turned so sloppy, so messy as your saliva mixed with his pre-cum and made everything so slick. It was enough to make his mind spiral into an oblivion where all that remained was the heat of your mouth and the way your tongue expertly curled around him.Â
âGod,â Zoro grunts out, his head falling back on the pillow in defeat, once again choking on his own words as he tries to get them out. âJust like that, baby. So tight â fuck.â
The praise caught you off guard, a moan ripping from your throat and wrapping itself around his sensitive cock. The distinct snap of twine echoes off, but you don't have a moment to look before Zoroâs large palm caresses the side of your head, eventually pushing down on the back of it.
With a loud groan, Zoro pumps into your mouth, coming deep down your throat and leaving you no choice but to swallow it all down â a task you take in stride. Each spurt somehow felt heavier than the last before it died down, his hips slowly rocking before coming to a stop.
Gently massaging his balls, you hollow your cheeks, ensuring that every drop was drained from him until his body was near thrashing underneath you. Strings of white dribbled past your lips as you did your best to swallow down the large load but no matter how many times you tried, you could never get it all.
The sight made his cock twitch, gaze trained on you as you pull back until just his tip is in his mouth, giving it an extra suck that almost makes him shout. But you relent, letting it slip from between your lips as a smirk takes up your face, licking your lips like a cat who finally got their milk.
âNot so disciplined, are we, Zo?â You canât help but tease, the sense of victory rushing to your head that leaves you in a hazy bliss.Â
You crawl up his body and settle yourself over his lap, sliding your sopping cunt over his length, relishing in how it jumps with interest as you begin to ride along it.Â
âFeel that?â You coo, knowing that your time was running out before he snapped. But the remnants of your win was empowering you more and more. âMaybe youâre more like Sanji than you care to admit.â
With every glide of your soft, wet pussy moving against him, the haze in his slightly fucked out brain begins to clear, a primal instinct rising in its place. You slowly blink down at him as you continue to move, looking far too angelic for what youâve been up to.Â
The way Zoroâs chest heaves as he pants, catching his breath with a monstrous glint in his eye that tells you heâs nowhere near being done â in fact, heâs just getting started.Â
âCut the innocent act already.â Zoro roughly grabbed your thigh, flipping you under him in a swift motion, relishing in your surprised squeak. He caged you in, looming over you like a hunter who had ensnared their prey. âIâm gonna make you eat your words, pretty girl.â
âZo-â You protest, but heâs faster, already grabbing the rope he snapped out of to gingerly tie around your wrists. âI-â
âWhat? Afraid youâre gonna lose?â He leans by your ear, his breath brushing against your skin before he nips the lobe. âOr are you going to be good and take it?â
cw: gn!reader, no pronouns used, but use of word "wife"
you make a marriage pact with childhood best friend karasu at age nine where you pinky promise to each other that you won't let each other die alone, that by the time you're thirty-three and if both of you are single, you'll marry each other.
you ignorantly think that it's enough time for you and him to find someone to settle down with, but adulthood topsy-turvies you in ways you don't expect and after an abundance of up-and-down failed relationships, you find yourself single just a two weeks shy of your thirty-third birthday when your boyfriend tells you that "this isn't working out."
karasu has been by your side through it all; he's had his fill of partners too, but after his latest relationship, he figured to take a break for himself from dating.
it's not until you and him get drunk one night at a bar where the alcohol suddenly fizzes up a long-lost memory that you and him completely forgot about until you slur it out to him.
"you still wanna marry me?"
karasu blinks. then cocks his head. "come again?"
"the big ol' three-three is coming up," you mutter blearily. "remember what we said?"
it's only then that karasu gets shot back in time, to when you and him were hiding in a playground slide one summer afternoon, giggling and whispering secrets to one another, where you and him made that pinky promise he always kept in the back of his head.
he won't tell you, but he's thought about more often than he should. that little ghost of what-if always whispering to him.
"oh, yeah," he swallows thickly, gulping some beer down to try and smooth his senses. it backfiresâcreates some sort of film in his throat that makes it pass through a little harder than usual. "... um. depends. you still up for it?"
"we're not getting any younger," you sigh with a loose smile. "i'm down for it if you are."
karasu can't help but mirror your grin. stupidly so, just like whatever events are about to play out.
what unravels next is made up of a drunken proposal with an onion ring on your finger with karasu in his inebriated stupor loudly announcing he's engaged to the bar that whoops and shouts in celebration.
and karasu suddenly finds himself standing at an altar only several months later, in front of a small batch of shared friends and families all the familiar with a pressed suit at the ready. otoya fidgets with his tie at his side as best man, with yukimiya as the officient on his other arm.
out of all the things he didn't expect to come out of this year, being married to his longterm friend was certainly not one of themâand yet here he is. watching you as you delicately float down a tiny aisle with a cheap wedding dress you carelessly picked out for the sake of time and budgeting.
somehow, you make it look regal. the polyester spins to silk when it drapes on your skin and karasu finds himself itching to leap from the alter, lift that veil, and kiss you senseless.
he pauses. odd.
he finds that tightening feeling in his chest as he stares at you walking down in the aisle rather odd. he shakes it off, thinking it's just those pre-wedding jitters he's felt for the past couple of months.
yukimiya lets you unfold your vows to each other and say "i do", and it's only then that you share a kiss to seal the deal. it's brief, but it's warm and softâa tender thing. it leaves a effervescent feeling on his lips that he's never felt before.
clumsily, you both pull back and share the same stupid smile that you gave each other at the bar, as if to say, "we really did it, huh?"
the night lasts longer than usual, as if time slowed down to help you savor this moment that you thought would just run over like a work meeting. but you find yourself having fun, talking and laughing with loved ones with karasu holding your hand throughout the entire night.
each time you look at him, you find him looking at you softly with a twinkle in his eyes, something that makes your stomach flip about. it doesn't help that he's always smiling so delicatelyâdare you say, with adoration, even.
and it's not the platonic kind that you've grown accustomed to.
you shake it off when the thought arises.
you can't be fooling yourself like thatâthis marriage was more of a business deal than anything. you know what he likes, who he likes. and you're far from the usual mold he finds himself going back to.
but it's hard to keep that affirmation grounded when it's time for the couple's dance, where karasu still has that sweet look in his eyes as he stares at you, hands settled on your hips to sway you to a sweet tune that you and him have loved since you were snotty-nosed brats.
you thin your lips to keep yourself from smiling. "do i have something on my face...?"
he hums, blinking slowly, affectionately. "yeah. ya got a little smear of beautiful right here, i think."
his thumb wipes away nothing on the high of your cheekbone, a smirk blending in with his grin. you snort with a slight simper.
"didn't know my husband could be so cheesy," you press on the foreign word as you roll your eyes.
"i like the sound of that," he murmurs. "'husband.'"
you falter and pause in your tracks a little. karasu is quick to pick you back up, pulling you a little closer to him.
"yer my wife now," karasu takes the word out for a test drive, the word melting like sugar on his tongue. sweet, palatable. it's fitting. "that okay with you?"
"you're asking me that on our wedding day?" you raise a playful brow.
karasu barks out a laugh, the rugged one you've heard and can play by ear at this point. a melody you suppose you're not tired of.
he caresses his thumb over your cheek, hand cupping your face. you realize he hasn't removed it yet from your face.
"no harm in askin'," he shrugs. "just wanna know what my wife thinks, that's all."
"you like that word, don't you?"
karasu drums his fingers on your hips. "feels good to say."
the lights sparkle around you, a gentle warmth flittering on your skin and creates almost this dazzling halo-effect around him. he brings your face closer to him and your breath hitches. he stops just a few inches shy of your face, his hand blocking everyone else from view to properly let you and him have some alone time for a few spare seconds.
you can feel the warmth of his breath on your lips, sharing the air.
"... can i kiss my wife again?" he whispers.
it's the way he says it that makes you wonder about your initial thoughts with all of thisâthis supposedly "platonic" bond between you and him that you've agreed to seal off.
you've always loved karasu; he's always held a part of your heart since your first bicker on the playground at age seven when you and him fought over your turn on the swings.
but you think something new has bloomed for him now, amidst your wedding day out of all things. an odd predicament to blossom such a newfound love, but regardless of how you got lost and tangled along your way, all the roads still led back to him.
you nod shyly.
karasu quirks his lips up in a spark of excitement, one that makes you bite your lip to keep from laughing. he sighs breathlessly, just before he kisses you againâthis time, just for you.
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