hello darling! if you happen to stumble upon this blog, welcome to the circus ✰ i’m valentine, your local simp and i’m ready for service.
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i’m currently writing for three fandoms [JJBA, Genshin Impact & SWD! Obey Me].
i’ve written nsfw content before and i dare say that i’m not really proud of it. to save you from the pain of cringing at my poor smut writing skills, i won’t be accepting smut requests.
i write imagines and matchups. reader inserts only!
i also write headcanons but it won't be that often. i don't take requests for hcs but suggestions are welcomed! character limit for hc suggestions will be 4.
i will not write about yandere and poly. don’t get me wrong though, i’m completely fine with polyamorous relationships but i just don’t think i can do it justice with my writing.
my fics will be gender neutral unless specified.
for jjba, i’ll only write for characters from part 1 - 5.
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focus more on describing your personality, love language, likes, dislikes etc. outer appearance doesn’t really impact your end result.
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A/N: I have been really busy with college lately but here’s a mini wlw fic for Trish! This fic takes place in post-vento aureo and Trish is aged up.
"Do it again."
Her soft, luscious hair reminds you of the delicate petals of cherry blossoms - and perhaps roses too; the pink ones. Despite having a pair of black shades covering half of her face, you remember that Trish has emerald for eyes and they are breathtaking enough for anyone to lose themselves in her gaze. Her skin rivals an exclusively made porcelain doll's, smoother than silk and as soft as baby's skin under your touch.
"Excuse me?" You were instantly brought out from a trance at her honey-like voice. Confusion bombarded your thoughts, your mind failed to comprehend what Trish was referring to when she said 'again' in her small command earlier. It was so sudden and the lack of context given only made it harder for you to try and understand what the pink haired girl was trying to imply.
Upon your question and visible confusion, Trish only casted her gaze downwards to avoid your eyes as she focused on the half eaten strawberry sundae in front of her. You noticed how her cheeks have become flushed, but you assumed that it was probably because of how hot the day was. "That night.. under the stars.." Her voice was soft as she spoke and it wasn't hard to catch the shyness in her voice tone.
You have always known Trish as a confident person. While she could be a little bit on the quiet side, it is rare to see her shy away from any situation. Trish Una is beautiful, bold and she only gets better the more time flies.
After having to go through so many hardships and life threatening situations because of her own father, Trish has finally decided that she wanted nothing to do with Passione - though, she still maintains her friendship with the remaining members of Buccellati's gang. Just like a bird, Trish spread her wings and chased her dream to pursue a career as a pop star. It paid off and she was instantly gifted with abundant success, just like how she dreamt of.
You are truly happy for her. It's something that she had always wanted and there's no reason for you to get upset over it. Or maybe there is?
Pursuing a successful career as a pop star has its own downsides and privacy issues are on the top of the bad list. You could barely see her face to face these days and even if you finally get the chance to hangout together, there will always be fans who would recognize Trish in an instance no matter how much effort she put into disguising herself as a nobody. Was it because of her striking pink hair? Or perhaps it was her blinding beauty that couldn't be hidden with some cheap 'commoner' outfit? You couldn't tell anymore, honestly.
"That night under the stars..?" Your eyebrows slightly furrowed as you racked through the collection of memories in your mind. What had happened? Why was she so shy about it? Did you do something embarrassing? But then it hits you;
The kiss.
Trish had asked you to kiss her that night when she claimed that she's still trying to figure out her feelings. Trish has never dated girls before so you were shocked when she asked you, her best friend, to be the first girl to kiss her. You assumed that she thought of it as an experiment to see if she likes it or not - though, you had to admit that you were greatly affected by it.
Ever since the small kiss, you couldn't get her out of your mind and every second of living has only left you craving more of your own best friend. You're well aware of your own feelings for her but after reminding yourself over and over again about how her social circle is filled with other famous pop stars, Trish is basically out of your league.
There's just no way she would be interested in you.
It's your turn to blush at the memory and Trish seemed satisfied that you finally remembered about it. Her eyes went back to yours and you were able to catch the small glint in her gaze. “So.. would you mind kissing me again? I mean, it’s okay if you don’t want to-”
“Look, Trish. I.. I don’t mind kissing you but it’s just..” Your cheeks became redder upon remembering how soft her plump lips are when you first kissed her. Her chapstick made them taste like strawberries; your favourite flavour. It’s almost like she knows that you love strawberries and her choice of chapstick was purposely chosen for you to enjoy the experimental kiss.
“What is it?” You noticed how Trish has become much bolder than she was before. With her leaning forward towards your direction, it’s almost impossible for you to stay calm and pretend like you’re not embarrassed by this.
“It’s just that.. I’m.. embarrassed..” The tone of your voice became more timid the more you spoke.
“You’re embarrassed of kissing me?” She pouted.
“No!” You quickly shook your head, denying her assumption. A sigh left your lips as you fiddled your fingers and tried to think of a good response. However, with the condition you’re currently in, it’s pretty much impossible. You’re too flustered for your brain to function well.
“Kissing means a lot to me and I feel wrong for.. ya know? Just kissing someone without any meaning behind it whatsoever..”
“Hold it there” Trish interrupted you, both of her hands were held up to stop you. At this point, the sundaes were long forgotten and they’re in the verge of melting as they sat under the sun, untouched. “You thought that I don’t have feelings for you?”
“Wait what?” Your eyes widened at her question, and it seems like Trish was just as surprised as you are. “I mean, yeah obviously I don’t expect you to have feelings for me or anything. I thought you see me as your bestfriend, Trish.” You crossed your arms as you replied in confusion.
“Even after all the flirtings I’ve done?” Trish looked both defeated and amazed at the same time upon your obliviousness.
“Wait, you flirted with me?”
“Dummy.” Her laughs entered your ears and it didn't take a long time before you started laughing as well. As soon as your laughters died down, the pink haired girl looked at you with one of the sweetest smiles you have ever seen before and covered your hands with hers. “I take it that both of our feelings aren’t unrequited?”
“Let’s just say that we are no longer bestfriends now.”
OH MY ENTIRE HEART JUST BURST FROM THAT POLNAREFF PIECE THAT WAS SO CUTE!!! 😍😍😍 That is the exact type of verbal beat down Id wanna give to them too! 😭 Pol is such a sweetheart and doesn't get the love he deserves 😭😭😭😭😍 He's so precious to me 😭
It makes me so happy to know that you enjoyed the fic! 🥰 Precious polpol definitely deserves more love hhhhh 💕💕💕 We 100% simp for the lovable french himbo in this house
Hey! Could you write a little something for Polnareff x reader? I'm on a Pol kick lately and I just love him so much 😭 Reader watches Polnareff flirt with some girls and they act rude to him, so reader kinda calls them out for being mean and talk about what a great person he is, and in their rant, they accidentally fully admit to having a crush on him right to his face?
College is so overwhelming and I’ve been quite busy TT Sorry for taking so long anon! Here is the fic ♡
A/N: Sorry for taking way too long for this request! I hope I don’t disappoint you too much, anon TT
“T’as d’beaux yeux, tu sais?” The flirtatious voice of a man you knew so well entered your ears from afar and you were trying your hardest to ignore the tinge of jealousy that was currently present in your chest.
Not too far away from you, there stood Polnareff in all his glory - shooting his shot with a bunch of young looking women using his flirty lines. Him being a smooth talker is old news and everyone in the team already knew how flirty Polnareff could be. His words are so sweet as if they’re coated with honey everytime he speaks, and his dazzling smile has never failed to charm you.
While you had to admit that you did fall in love with him due to his flawless outer appearance at first, Jean Pierre Polnareff is definitely more than his loud and silly demeanour. Time and time again, your assumptions about his personality were proven wrong as he kept showing new sides of himself to you. He’s an honorable man and despite his mild narcissism, you could tell that he means well. You also learn later on that Polnareff is a compassionate person and it only adds to his many charms.
It’s practically impossible for you to not fall in love with the frenchman honestly.
You had to hold back a sigh when you heard him shoot another flirty line to the girls. You’re well aware that jealousy is a disease, especially when he’s not even your boyfriend but you couldn’t help yourself. God you wished it was you instead that he’s flirting with because your feelings for Polnareff have started to become much more serious - to the point where he’s the only person you could think about nowadays.
It scares you on how much the Frenchman could affect your mind despite him not even trying.
With the scorching sun hanging in the sky above you, the level of your annoyance only accelerated the more you heard him flirting with those women. It was hard to ignore the bitterness in your chest and at this point, anyone can spot the frown on your face as you stared at the ground in silence.
“Are you okay (y/n)?” A gruff voice grabbed your attention, successfully pulling you away from your envy filled thoughts. Your eyes were quick to look up from the ground, only to see Mr. Joestar’s concerned face. “Ah, Joestar-san. I’m fine, don't worry about it.” Your lips quickly stretched into a smile to reassure him that there was nothing to be worried about and the man nodded. However, despite the nod he gave you, it was obvious that he’s not buying it - though the man didn’t want to be seen as intrusive, which was why he decided that it’s best for him to excuse himself.
Keeping your little crush for Polnareff to yourself wasn’t as easy as you’d expected it to be. While it was unnoticeable for the other crusaders at first,the extra observant ones like Kakyoin and Avdol were able to catch up rather quickly. It’s a relief that Avdol isn’t the type to focus on unimportant stuff like this, but Kakyoin seemed like he enjoyed teasing you about your crush for Polnareff. The redhead would give you knowing looks and you couldn’t do anything to stop him.
“I take it that you’re bothered by something, but I wonder what could it be” Kakyoin instantly appeared by your side as soon as Mr. Joestar was out of your sight, the tone of his voice was showcasing his curiosity and concern. You weren’t sure if it’s the right choice to tell the crusader about your jealousy, especially knowing that Kakyoin will tease the hell out of you later on.
Polnareff's flirting, your deafening silence and foul mood seem to give him an idea of what’s actually going on and you could almost see a lightbulb appearing on his head when he managed to piece everything together. Kakyoin’s violet eyes went back and forth between your sulking figure and Polnareff before he continued speaking. “I don't wish to assume, but is it about him?”
‘Just how observant this guy is?’ A small thought echoed in your head as you could feel a drop of cold sweat went down your back. He figured it all out by himself and you didn’t even say anything that could hint about your feelings.
“Fine. It is about him.” The frown on your face deepened as you admitted to your feelings, and Kakyoin instantly gave you the smirk that you knew so well. It's almost like he's proud of himself for being able to guess your thoughts correctly. “Maybe you should just tell him about your crush, (y/n). How long are you planning to keep it to yourself?”
Like hell you would.
“Non non non non non” You furiously shook your head at his suggestion, your arms were now crossed against your chest. “I would rather die than confess to him. Of course I didn’t want to die literally but you get what I mean.” Your face turned red at the thought of coming clean about your crush to the frenchman while Kakyoin let out a snicker out of amusement at your reaction.
"Even the way he speaks has rubbed off on you. Just how infatuated are you with him (y/n)?" You only glared at Kakyoin after his words but the redhead paid no attention to your silent threat.
Your friend parted his lips to continue taunting you but his words were cut off by some distant angry voices coming from Polnareff’s direction, and both of you were quick to turn to look at them. The women he was flirting with earlier looked unhappy while their mouths spouted appalling insults to the silver haired man.
“This guy really thinks he had a chance with us by relying on his shitty flirting skills. Pathetic!”
“You think your hair is cool but it’s actually not.”
“Your chance of getting into a relationship is probably as big as your non-existent eyebrows!”
The change in Polnareff’s facial expression wasn’t hard to spot. You were gritting your teeth while your eyes shot daggers at those women.
“(y/n), calm down.” Kakyoin tried his best to keep your anger under control even though he’s well aware that his effort was useless. Your mood was already foul to begin with, so he wouldn’t be surprised if you do anything that could cause harm to the women. Their obnoxious laugh only fueled your anger and as soon as another insult left their lips, you started stomping your feet towards their direction.
“Maybe you should mirror yourself first before approaching girls like us next time-” “The one who needs a mirror is you.”
Your voice was stern as you spoke and Polnareff’s eyes widened after realizing that you came into his defense. All his life, the man has never thought there will be a day when the person he’s interested in would defend him against a bunch of rude women. It made his heart flutter and Polnareff was trying his best to keep his composure around you. Though, he had to admit that his current situation was kind of embarrassing.
“How dare you!” One of the women glared at you but you weren't intimidated at all. Your journey with the other crusaders to Egypt has led you to meet countless enemies who are stand users. With the way they're dressed - lacy overpriced dresses that hung on their bodies like table cloth, unflattering homemade curls with badly drawn eyebrows and unblended eyeshadow - you wondered what exactly Polnareff saw in them to make him want to flirt with them. A bunch of rude, unfashionable and obnoxious women wouldn't scare you.
"Hah! Looks like the guy couldn’t even stand up for himself. How sad!"
It was the last straw for you, and your patience has finally run out, completely. As if a switch inside of your head got flipped by an unknown force, your cold eyes burnt with nothing but fury and you could tell that those women were greatly intimidated with the look in your face. They took a few steps backwards everytime you moved closer to them - while Polnareff watched in awe at how much power you have in scaring the group away.
He instantly took note to stay on your good side.
"What rights do you have to freely insult him? Are your insecurities that bad to the point where you would settle for cheap insults instead of just politely declining his advances?" You were trying so hard to not yell out of anger. The amount of unadulterated rage you have for these women were forcing you to lash out, give them some good beating with your stand and create a scene, but the more rational side of your brain stopped those barbaric thoughts - constantly reminding you to keep your cool especially when Polnareff's around to witness your actions.
Their deafening silence gave you the green light to continue talking and defend the frenchman who has stolen your heart. "Haven't you heard? If you have nothing nice to say then it's better if you just stay silent. This so-called 'pathetic' man might look 'uncool' or 'sad' but that still doesn't give you the right to insult him."
Polnareff wasn't sure if he should be offended by your words, or feel grateful that you're trying to stand up for him. Either way, his pride has taken a little hit.
"So you're defending him, yet your words implied that he is indeed, uncool and sad. Wasn't that a contradiction?-" "I'm not done yet!"
Your fists clenched by your sides while your nails digged into the flesh of your palms. At this point, all your thoughts about Polnareff have spiralled out of control and words of appreciation on the tip of your tongue are threatening to spill out from your mouth. You couldn't bear the thought of letting other people see him as a terrible person when he's not. You couldn't bear the thought of letting other people look down on him just because of his flirting tendency.
"I obviously can't change your opinion towards him, but I'll let you know that you're wrong."
All your life, you have always held onto the whole 'opinions couldn't be wrong because everyone has different perspectives' concept. However, this time's an exception.
“This guy right here” You paused your sentence to point your finger at Polnareff, your eyebrows furrowed in determination to prove those women wrong. “He’s AMAZING”
"He's more than how he appears. You probably think of him as a degenerate, but let me tell you again, you're wrong. He's great and he cares a lot for his friends." Your mind reverted back to the time when Polnareff risked his own safety just to save you. The enemy stand was too strong for you to defeat on your own, but you were still reckless at that time - which was why you were so quick to throw yourself into the battle despite all the warnings from the other crusaders. If it wasn't for him, you probably would have died.
"Polnareff doesn't deserve any of your insults! He almost got himself killed to save me, and I'll be damned if I say I didn't feel bad about it. All this time, I thought of him shallowly - just a prideful man who loves to boast about his abilities to literal strangers, but I was just as wrong as you are."
Polnareff stayed in silence as he listened to your words, his mouth slightly agape with shock. Butterflies fill in his stomach with every word of appreciation that leaves your mouth. Is this a dream? Or reality? He just simply couldn't believe it - his crush is speaking highly of him.
"The more you know him, the more charming he gets and I'm happy to know him as the person he really is. There isn't a day when I would complain about our fated encounter. It almost felt like a blessing, even, to know Polnareff. Everything about him is perfect despite his flaws. If you couldn't accept someone's flaws and opt to insult them instead, then I would kindly ask you to stop and leave. Your negativity and audacity aren't needed here."
It does feel nice to be able to speak out your thoughts.You had to mentally congratulate yourself for not completely losing your cool and still remain respectful while you were trying to defend Polnareff. However, those angry women seemed to target their fatuous insults towards you, but it was a relief that their attention wasn't fully directed towards the frenchman behind you.
"Look at them desperately trying to defend that walking trash."
"They probably like that poor excuse of a man so much."
"Where has their taste in men gone to?”
With the level of your anger increasing again, your brain could no longer think rationally as you began verbally lashing out on them, the tone of your voice raising higher and higher the more you spoke.
"What the hell is wrong with you? Are you so idiotic that I have to repeat myself? I said, you have no right to insult people. Yet here you are, still running your foul mouths like it's the only thing you could do in your sad life!"
Their faces turned pale at your outburst and Polnareff was getting more and more worried for you.
"H-hey (y/n).. Let's just leave-"
"No, Pol. I'm not going to let them get away - not after they've horribly insulted you."
You took one final step closer towards the group and they weren't moving an inch, as if you were about to end their lives in the most brutal way if they do.
"Jean Pierre Polnareff is a beautiful man inside out and it saddens me that your eyes have failed to capture his magnificence. He is the literal manifestation of art and inner beauty itself. Flaws or not, he's perfect in every way and I love him for who he is!"
And just like that, your biggest secret was no longer a secret. Polnareff was in utter shock, his eyes widened as he looked at you in disbelief. His face was covered in red; a rare shy response to your accidental confession - but you had it worse than him. The embarrassment you had for your own sudden, unplanned confession was unbearable and you wished you could just throw yourself deep into the depths of the atlantic ocean, never to be found again.
"L-let's just leave these two idiots, girls! We're clearly wasting our precious time here."
The women quickly turned to the opposite direction and left while grumbling about how scary you were, but you didn't pay much attention to them. Not when Polnareff has found out about your feelings for him.
Other than embarrassment, there was fear present in your chest as you didn't dare to look directly at him. Your heart was pounding loudly as you stood there in silence, awaiting for Polnareff's response. After a long moment of speechlessness, the silver haired man finally cleared his throat to ease the tense in the air.
"Thank you for having my back, amour. Those girls are being mean to me for no reason!" Polnareff's tone was lighthearted as he spoke and you quickly shook your head. "I-it's fine. I'm just trying to help, that's all." You still weren't able to look at him in the eye and Polnareff took an initiative to confirm his suspicions about your feelings for him.
"Say.. (y/n), do you really mean what you said earlier?"
A nervous laugh immediately left your lips as you rubbed your nape, your face still red from embarrassment. "Oh about the whole 'you're a great person and no one should insult you' thing? Of course! Insulting people is a bad thing to do anyways-"
"(y/n), mon amour."
You froze as your brain finally comprehended the fact that he called you 'amour' and your face only got redder than before. Did he really feel the same? Does Polnareff like like you?
The dumbfounded look on your face only caused him to laugh, and you'd dare say it was music to your ears. However, a small sigh left his lips shortly after he was done laughing. "Though, this is a little unfortunate, cherie. I've made an extravagant plan on how I wanted to confess to you but looks like you've beaten me to it!"
"Wait- you like me too, Polnareff?"
Polnareff let out a playful chuckle before decreasing the distance between the two of you, and leaned in towards your direction. Despite his playfulness during the current moment, there was warmth and adoration in his gorgeous blue eyes as he looked at you. "What if I say yes? Will I get a kiss, ange?"
You had no idea where your sudden surge of confidence came from, but it was surely useful for your current situation. Flashing him a cheeky smile to match his playful demeanour, you gave him a quick 'sure' before leaning into him and planted a quick yet sweet kiss on the corner of his lips, purposely missing his actual lips.
Polnareff was the one left in shock and just when he was about to whine about your little kiss, you were already walking away with a giggle. "Come on, let's get going Polnareff! Jotaro's gonna get mad at us if we're late"
Omg broken promises made me cry!!! It’s so good! I can’t wait to read more of your work!! 💕🥺
Hhhhhhh this is so sweet 💕 I’m really sorry if my reply for your ask is late but I’m so glad that you like it! Your words mean a lot to me so thank you very much 💕💕💕
Hi there! I'd like a JJBA matchup plz! I'm female and straight, and any part 1-5 is fine. I like dnd, cosplaying, and drawing. Ive got a weird sense of humor, kinda self-deprecating and memey. I fully support saying I love you to my friends and I'm always down to hug my loved ones ❤ I can be pretty pessimistic at times and I don't like it, but my personality changes based on my comfort level. If its someone I know, I'm extroverted and goofy, but I can also be more reserved and shy. 💕
Thank you for the request! I was so hyped when I saw your request so I tried my best writing for your matchup. I hope you like it anon ♡
·̩͙✧ I match you with:
Kakyoin Noriaki!
Gamer boy Kakyoin was thrilled when you told him about your interest in dnd!
While he probably won’t join cosplaying with you, Kakyoin will definitely encourage you to keep doing what you love and be extremely supportive!
He would even give you a kiss on the head after seeing how irresistibly cute you are in your costume.
The fact that you love to draw is a bonus point for him, since Kakyoin is also fond of doing the same thing.
The two of you could exchange criticism and opinions on how to improve your art skills - though he’ll make sure to be careful with his words since he wouldn’t want to discourage you by accident.
He will find your odd sense of humor intriguing, and would even try to understand it just so that he could join in the fun.
Since you’re memey, prepare yourself for some ‘(y/n) reaction memes’ made by your cherry boyfriend. Those memes are exclusive though, and will only be used by the two of you - unless if you’re comfortable with other people using them.
They were all made in a lighthearted manner and Kakyoin didn’t mean for it to be offensive for you. However, if that makes you uncomfortable, tell him about it and he’ll instantly stop.
He loves you so much and your happiness is his first priority. Kakyoin will do all he could to make you happy.
Growing up without having any friends, Kakyoin has become used to being less affectionate towards other people. So, he will be a little awkward with initiating hugs at first.
He didn’t hate your affections though. Kakyoin’s probably really touch starved and when you hugged him for the first time, he felt really nice and warm.
As your relationship with him keeps progressing, Kakyoin slowly warmed up to the idea of being more affectionate.
He gives you more hugs and kisses without feeling awkward now yay ♡
Personality wise, Kakyoin will appreciate your extrovertedness! He’s a little on the passive side so having an extrovert like you around him could help bring him out of his shell.
He would love to listen to you talking about your day and the things that make you happy.
If things are bad for you, Kakyoin will also listen to you and give you all the comfort you need.
He’ll also play with your hair to make you feel relaxed and ease your worries if you let him.
All in all, the two of you make a wonderful match ♡
Runner up:
Joseph Joestar!
Joseph may be an assertive person but he'll definitely give you the time you need to get fully comfortable in your relationship with him.
Once you’ve gotten really comfy around him, the two of you would make a chaotic™ couple.
Combining your weird sense of humor and his craziness, you two are going to be unstoppable and wild. Caesar’s gonna get headaches for a lifetime after dealing with your antics.
There will be a lot of inside jokes between you and Joseph! There’s never a day with him where you wouldn’t laugh.
Joseph will get excited when he finds out that you love drawing, and will ask if he could look at your sketchbook. He won’t be pushy about it if you don’t want to show him your drawings though.
“Draw me like one of your french girls.” He said dramatically while attempting a seductive pose like the people he saw in those old paintings, with a fake rose between his teeth.
I can see him wanting to tag along when you cosplay because why not? Would 100% shower you with compliments like how hot you are especially when you’re wearing costumes that he has taken a liking to.
Joseph falls in love deeper with you when he sees how soft you could be. This man greatly treasures all of your ‘i love you’s and affections, and he’ll probably come up with various bizarre strategies to get extra hugs and kisses.
As chaotic as Joseph could be, he knows the right time to stop and take things seriously.
Whenever you get pessimistic, he’ll try his best to help you by listening to your problems and offer his positive outlook of the situation without sounding like he’s dismissing your feelings.
And he’ll crack a couple of harmless jokes once everything gets better.
Expect hours of cuddling together in bed afterwards.
Or maybe he’ll secretly build a blanket fort for you as a nice, little surprise ♡
Warning(s): Angst, character’s death, squint for fluff
Word count: 4.8k
A/N: First JJBA content let’s goooo ♡ ♡ I hope it’s decent and feedbacks are appreciated!
Drops of rain carrying shattered hopes and promises streaked down your skin to your quivering lips as you stood under the gloomy clouds, alone with your memories of him;
Kakyoin Noriaki.
How long has it been since you last saw him? Counting the days of his absence is something too painful for a mere human like you to do. You remember the way his lips stretch into a sickeningly sweet smile everytime he sees you. You remember how his stunning amethysts-for-eyes were rimmed with long dark lashes that would brush his cheeks everytime he closed his eyes. Suffering, longing, loneliness; his eyes held all those deep seated emotions despite how bright his smile looked like every time he’s with you.
No matter how hard you tried to understand him and how he truly feels, there always seems to be an invisible wall blocking you from doing so. You tried. You really did - but it was useless. Beneath his polite smiles and warm gaze, there seemed to be a hidden layer that you couldn’t reach.
“Hi! You’re Kakyoin Noriaki right?” The voice of your younger self echoed in your head as you recalled an old memory. The day was postcard perfect outside when you first approached Kakyoin. You still remember how shut off from the world he was back when both of you were younger.
Everytime you saw him in your class, the red haired boy was always sitting at the back, his mind elsewhere as his gaze drifted outside through the window. Unlike the other kids in your class, there was oftenly a gloomy aura surrounding Kakyoin as he sat with his own company. You will always find the boy with his head tilted down as he avoided eye contact, his lips tightly shut.
You were only met with silence as a response from the redhead after attempting to start your first conversation with him - but that doesn't mean you're going to give up on trying to befriend Kakyoin. Call it sheer will and child naivety, you didn't even feel discouraged when he barely showed any interest in pursuing a friendship with you at first. If anything, it only motivated you to try harder and at some point, he started warming up to you.
“Good morning Kakyoin!” You would cheerily greet him every morning in class just to see the small sparkles in his eyes as he looked at you, dumbfounded. Volunteering to pair up with him for assignments when no one approached him has become the norm for you and sitting beside him during lunchtime was something that you would do out of habit.
As time passed by, your friendship with Kakyoin was eventually established and you were glad that he wasn’t as distant as he was before around you.
One of your most memorable moments with him was when you discovered his love for cherries. It was a fine day under the radiant sun, gentle warmth from the brilliant rays hitting your skin as you sat near Kakyoin, a small box containing a slice of cherry flavoured cake sitting on your laps.
It was a simple looking slice of cake, with alternating layers of cherry curd and vanilla buttercream, and then decorated with frosting and a cute red cherry to top it off. He was eyeing the little fruit that was left untouched on your cake the whole time you were eating and you were quick to offer him the cherry.
“You can have it if you want, Kakyoin” As soon as you said that, Kakyoin’s facial expression brightened and it was the first time you’ve ever seen him being genuinely happy about something. His lips broke into a grin as he thanked you before indulging himself with the cherry, his eyes sparkling once again.
From that day onwards, you always reminded yourself to bring a small box of cherries to school for him.
Another moment with the redhead that you would never forget was when you dragged him to your house to play video games together. Your father had bought a new video game for you and knowing how much Kakyoin loves to play video games, you just had to invite him to join you. There’s no way you’re going to play the new game without him.
The evening was filled with delightful laughters, and fun childhood memories with him were made. When the day almost came to an end, Kakyoin fell back into silence but this time, it wasn’t unpleasant. A warm smile graced his lips as he looked at you, his mouth uttering two sentences that made your heart flutter.
“Thank you for being my friend, (y/n). Let’s stay together forever.”
It was so sudden and the sincerity in his words caught you off guard, causing your little heart to pound wildly in your chest as a light blush covered your cheeks. It was at that moment when you truly noticed how stunning his violet eyes are. It was at that moment when you realized why his presence was so magnetic for you. It was at that exact moment when you finally understood your own feelings;
You have a crush on Kakyoin Noriaki.
Things weren’t the same for you anymore ever since that day. You began stealing glances at him during class, your face would blush at the smallest friendly gesture made by him and the teacher would catch you daydreaming about your little crush in the middle of a class which then resulted in you getting sent to detention - though Kakyoin will always be there to voluntarily accompany you by purposely getting himself into trouble.
Keeping your cool in front of him became harder the more you spent time with him. However, you kept telling yourself that it was just a silly little childhood crush that will eventually go away as you grow up.
You were wrong though.
The feelings won’t go away no matter how hard you tried dismissing them. You ended up having to transfer school due to personal reasons and lost contact with Kakyoin, never hearing from him ever again. It was painfully hard for the both of you at first, but you eventually grew out of it - or at least that was what you kept in mind for false comfort. ‘Kakyoin probably has gotten over our friendship by now..’ you thought, a bitter smile showing on your lips as you moved on with your life.
Years passed by rather quickly and you’re now a highschooler.
News of having a transfer student in your school has been spreading around and it was the only thing everyone was talking about for the past few days. They were all so curious about the new student and a few girls who claimed to have seen him before were completely head over heels for him.
While everyone was excited to welcome the transfer student, you, in particular, paid no attention to the hype. However, your indifference towards the transfer student’s arrival immediately changed as soon as you found out that it was actually Kakyoin Noriaki; your long lost best friend and childhood crush.
Kakyoin has grown up to become a handsome young man. He was truly mature for his age - his composure was always kept together and his naturally reserved demeanour has made him seem more level headed than his peers. The redhead was much more confident to be compared to his younger self, but there was something about him that had bothered you.
He was behaving distantly around you when you approached him, as if he barely knew you and it made you feel like you’re back to square one.
“Kakyoin?” Your voice wavered. Both of your hands were clasped while your heart beat wildly, just like how it did years ago when he thanked you for being his friend. Your legs almost gave out when the redhead finally turned his head towards you and met your gaze. You were scared, but you couldn’t pinpoint what you’re actually scared of. Was it rejection? Or maybe you’re just nervous because you haven’t seen each other for a very long time.
His white scarf swayed lightly in the cold breeze, his eyes still held the same brilliance from your childhood memories of him - but there was something that made his gaze appear colder than before as he looked at you instead of the canvas in front of him.
His lips were formed into a thin line as he kept staring at you in silence, and you started to feel uncomfortable under his gaze. Was he angry that you left him? Did he hate you now? Does he even recognize you? You couldn’t tell.
“It’s been a long time, Kakyoin. I miss you- and our friendship, of course.” It would be a huge, pathetic lie to say that you don’t miss him. Your heart was aching for him every second ever since the day you were separated from Kakyoin. Everyday, you have this hope where you’ll get to reunite with him by fate - be it stumbling across each other in a random street or perhaps meeting him at a cafe as an employee.
You’ve always told yourself that you would confess about your feelings if life gave you the chance to meet Kakyoin again but now that he’s right here standing in front of you, you’re tongue tied.
God, you desperately wanted to tell Kakyoin how much you love him but something in your mind held you back. ‘Do I even have the right to confess about my feelings after not seeing him for years? Won’t it sound weird?’ You knew it wasn’t your fault that you had to transfer schools and you’re probably being overdramatic at the moment but you couldn’t help it.
It felt like forever before Kakyoin finally responded, his facial expression was quick to change as he flashed you a polite smile. “Nice to meet you again. You’re (y/n). Aren’t you?” Kakyoin’s voice was just as charming as it was years ago, but deeper, and it caused a wave of nostalgia to wash over you. His reaction was as calm as you’d expected him to be. However, something felt off about him.
‘Maybe I’m overthinking it..’ You shook off your thoughts before proceeding to try and spark a conversation to catch up on your lives.
“As much as I would love to talk, I’m afraid I don't really have the time (y/n).” You had no idea that he could effortlessly break your heart with just a few words. It was a challenge to hide your disappointment as you forced out a smile for him. You can tell that he’s truly apologetic with the way he looked at you so you forced yourself to temporarily put your disappointment aside.
“It’s alright. We can always catch up later when you’re free right?” You noticed the way his gaze was immediately directed towards someone a few feet away behind you, his eyebrows slightly furrowed as if there was business to be done with whoever he was looking at. Out of curiosity, you turned your head to follow his gaze and saw Jotaro Kujo walking with a bunch of heart eyed girls tailing him. “That’s Jotaro Kujo. He’s in my class. Do you know him, Kakyoin?”
Kakyoin shook his head before returning his gaze back at you. “No, I believe I don’t. I’ll get back to you once I’m free (y/n). See you later.” He flashed you his usual polite smile before walking away towards the same direction Jotaro took, leaving you to stand by yourself.
You were left speechless after the encounter with your long lost best friend and disappointment began seeping back into your chest as you quietly turned to look at Kakyoin’s back. You had to admit that you’re a little mad at your best friend for just simply dismissing you after years of not seeing each other.
‘Calm down, (y/n). He told you that he’s busy. He surely didn’t intend to offend you or anything.’ You let out a small sigh before shaking your head to calm down. Kakyoin did tell you that he’ll be reaching out later, so you’ll just have to wait. Waiting shouldn’t be hard, right?
You didn’t see him for the rest of the day and there was an attack in the nurse’s office - which had forced students to stay in class. The teachers assumed that there was an unknown gas explosion but no one can really tell the true cause of the incident. It was a relief to hear that she was still alive regardless of her severe injuries. You would even call her lucky, even, since most people would’ve died if they got the same injuries as hers.
By instinct, your gaze drifted over to Jotaro’s empty desk at the back of the class and you couldn’t help but to wonder where he went. ‘I thought he was on his way to school this morning..’ A small voice echoed in your head as curiosity began filling in your mind. Jotaro was well known for being a delinquent in the school and you knew for a fact that him skipping school is old news.
However, it was a little odd that he wasn’t in the class after seeing him near the school this morning. ‘Maybe he changed his mind and ended up skipping.’ you quietly hummed to your own conclusion, hoping so that your classmate wasn’t harmed wherever he was.
The next day, you decided to walk the same road you took yesterday just in case you're lucky enough to see Kakyoin again. Much to your disappointment, the redhead was nowhere to be seen and you were once again let down by your own hope. You subconsciously bit your inner cheek out of slight frustration and was about to walk faster to school before a hand caught you by the wrist, causing you to instinctively pull your hand away by force to hold up your trusty pepper spray out of defense.
“Whoa calm down (y/n)! It’s me, Kakyoin” Your childhood best friend quickly held both of his arms up, slightly backing away for you to maintain a safe distance from your deadly spray. It took you a few seconds to get back to your senses and recognize that it was Kakyoin, and your mood instantly improved for the day.
Your lips stretched into a bright grin but it didn't stay for long when you saw the bandage wrapped around his forehead. “What happened to your forehead?” The obvious worry in the tone of your voice caused him to smile gently before shaking his head as a response.
“I got into a small accident yesterday. Sorry for worrying you, (y/n).” Kakyoin sounded slightly different today. His tone was gentler and warmer while his gaze was soft as he looked at you rather fondly. The change of behaviour caused your stomach to flutter, reminding you of your feelings towards him.
“You really should be more careful Kakyoin. I just don’t want to see you get hurt that’s all.” Your hand brushed over his bandage, careful enough to avoid hurting him by accident. At that moment, Kakyoin was silent as he stared at you - as if he was contemplating on his next words. There was a subtle nervousness in his gaze that was still on you while you pulled away your hand.
“What is it Kakyoin? You looked like you got something to say.” Your words managed to bring him back to reality and you could almost imagine the gears in his head turning to muster up a response. It took a while for him to consider his words, but Kakyoin reminded himself to not take too much time since he didn’t want to cause you to be late for school.
“(y/n), I’m sorry if I acted distant yesterday. I wasn’t in the right mind.” A small frown was visible on his face and you only proceeded to shake your head. Sure, he disappointed you yesterday but at least he was really apologetic about it.
“Hey it’s alright. Don’t worry about it.” You let a smile show up in your facial expression as an attempt to assure him that you’re fine. It’s not that you could stay mad at Kakyoin for too long anyways. His frown changed into a small smile and he was back to being silent. The both of you kept staring at each other, not uttering any word as you got yourselves lost in each other’s eyes.
It took months for Kakyoin to finally realize his crush for you, and it was a shame that you already left by the time he figured his feelings out. The redhead recalls how he practiced hardly to confess to you years ago.
The boy envisioned a perfect day for his confession - delicate cherry blossom petals gently falling to the ground around the two of you as he tried his best to avoid stuttering in his words while struggling to hold back his blush in front of you. It was the perfect scenario, but his hope crashed and burned when he remembered that he probably would never get to see you again.
Now that he was standing right in front of you, he was just as tongue tied as you are, especially after seeing how breathtaking you have grown to be.
For now, Kakyoin has to put aside the plan for his confession - much to his dismay.
“I won’t be at school for a while.” He finally broke his silence, shocking you with the sudden announcement. It was only his second day, yet, he was already skipping school.
“Where are you going?”
“Egypt. There are important things that need to be done.”
Egypt? His answer only opened the door to more questions, leaving you in complete confusion. “Alone?” You were filled to the brim with your own curiosity and Kakyoin shook his head to your question.
“I have a couple of friends with me, so, no. I’m not alone.”
Suspicions and theories began swirling in your head, and one of them happened to slip from your lips - which only caused him to widen his eyes in surprise at how you managed to catch up on so quickly. “Is it stand related, Kakyoin?”
You knew nothing about how these so called stands work, but something tells you that whatever Kakyoin’s about to get himself into, there’s a high chance that it won’t go too well. Your eyebrows slightly furrowed when he looked away, somehow confirming your suspicions. Your heart desperately wanted to stop him from going, but you simply couldn’t bring yourself to do so. You knew your place and you’re aware that you’re not in the right position to tell him what to do for many different reasons.
One of them is that he’s a stand user, unlike you.
You remember how he opened up to you about his inner conflict years ago. The sole reason for his loneliness was because no one could see his stand and truly understand him - and this includes you.
Despite how hard you tried to make him feel fully understood, you knew that your efforts probably wouldn’t do much for him because just like most people, you couldn’t see his stand. However, everytime you apologize to him for not being able to make him feel less lonely and understood, Kakyoin would just shake his head disapprovingly and remind you that everything you had done for him is something that he will never forget.
He will always try to prove you wrong whenever you feel like you’re not enough.
“Jotaro too?” Another question left your lips as soon as your dark haired classmate entered your sight, walking towards your direction with his hat concealing the upper part of his face. He made sure to maintain some distance just so that he didn’t interrupt anything personal between you and Kakyoin by accident.
“We’re leaving now Kakyoin.” Jotaro spoke, disinterested with whatever your discussion with Kakyoin was about. At least he’s considerate enough to wait a little bit longer instead of just pulling your bestfriend away from you.
Kakyoin quietly looked at you and he was taken aback at the supporting small smile on your face. He could see the pain in your eyes but your smile has become his motivation to win this upcoming war in Egypt.
“I would be lying if I say that I’m not worried about you, Kakyoin, but this is important and personal for you so I won’t get in your way.” You pushed yourself to restrain your tears before reaching out for his hands and hold them up in a supportive manner. “I trust you. I know you’ll return safely.”
“Thank you, (y/n). I’m thankful that I have you in my life.Truly.” Kakyoin spoke softly, his grip on your hands were tight, yet gentle - as if he was afraid that he would break them if he held too tightly.
A small part of your anguish for having to be separated from him for the second time was soothed with the way his thumbs caressed the skin of your hands to comfort you. “Once this all ends, I’ll return immediately and there’s something I’ve been meaning to tell you for so long. Please wait for me (y/n).”
“Of course I will. I’ll always wait for you, Kakyoin.” Always.
Kakyoin looked less troubled after listening to your reply, before his eyes widened by a fraction upon remembering something important. “Another thing, please don’t tell anyone about this no matter what happens. Alright?”
Letting out a light chuckle, you let go of his hands and showed him your pinky finger. “Sure, but only if you could promise me three things.”
“Elaborate?” It was his turn to become confused.
“One, promise me that you’ll take good care of yourself while in Egypt. Two, don’t be too hard on yourself if things don’t go the way you wanted them to be. Three, stay alive.”
“Deal.” Memories of your childhood rushed into his mind when Kakyoin linked your pinky fingers together. The two of you used to do this whenever a promise was made, and to remember about it made his heart feel warm. “I’ll keep my promises” The way he grinned was so assuring and none of you were suspecting the tragedy that will soon befall on him.
Weeks became months and you kept waiting for Kakyoin’s return. You got more anxious the longer you wait, various thoughts of negative outcomes haunted your mind every second while you’re awake. What if he didn’t come back? What if something bad happens to him? It was hard to think positively and remain hopeful for his safe return but you didn’t give up. Despite how scary the whole situation was, you kept holding onto your feeble hope that he’ll be back in one piece.
Instant relief entered your chest when you saw Jotaro back in school - but there was nothing more horrifying for you when your classmate stayed in silence after you asked about Kakyoin. The look of grief in his face and the way he tilted his hat downwards to hide his eyes said it all - Kakyoin didn’t make it.
It almost felt like your heart had stopped while the world around you collapsed, crumbling into dust.
You wanted to cry, scream and punch someone to let it all out, but you can’t. Your body was frozen from all the sudden intense grief and despair that have washed over your senses. Every inch of your body was in pain, desperately rejecting the horrible news despite knowing that it is, indeed, reality - and there was nothing for you to do to change it. You couldn’t rewrite reality no matter how bad you wish you could.
“No..” It was the only word that you could utter at the moment due to your current state, your voice cracked while your throat burnt. How cruel can life be? All you wanted was just to be with Kakyoin again and create more meaningful memories together. Is that too much to ask for? What did you even do to deserve this?
A painful chuckle left your lips after another long moment of silence, your eyes brimming with tears that were threatening to spill out. This can’t be real right? This must’ve been a terrifyingly realistic nightmare that you’ll wake up from soon. This can’t be real.
You’re not ready to lose Kakyoin yet.
Shaking your head, you immediately pinched yourself as hard as you could, your fingernails digging into your skin only to leave bruises and fresh wounds. “This must be a dream. A really bad one..” Those words were the only thing you repeated on your lips as you kept pinching yourself as an attempt to escape this atrocious fate - yet there you were, still trapped in the living nightmare and your fingernails were covered by your own blood.
It was at that moment when light became shadows - your mind desperately called out for him but it was useless. Kakyoin was truly gone.
You didn’t step out from your room for days to mourn over his death. Your pillows were soaked with tears and your limbs felt heavier than they usually did. You kept crying until there was nothing left inside, but a raw emptiness that nibbles at your consciousness. The sun still shone in the vast sky but not for you as there was no beauty left in the world after Kakyoin had taken his departure.
The faint sound of thunder brought you back from your endless trail of memories, raindrops have completely soaked you from head to toe. It was cold, but you couldn’t bring yourself to step forward and find yourself a shelter to protect yourself from the heavy rain. It’s not that you cared much if you’ll get sick from being under the downpour for too long. It has been almost two weeks since you last stepped outside, but you don’t even realize how fast time flies.
‘Will the rain wash my pain away?’ A thought crossed your mind as you closed your eyes, your head tilted upwards to face the grey sky. Life seems to hate you that much, huh?
“E-excuse me miss” A childish voice grabbed your attention and you looked down to see a little boy in a raincoat holding an umbrella. His huge eyes sparkled with curiosity as he stared at you, probably wondering why an adult like you were standing in the rain without any protection from the rain. Crouching down to his level, you mustered out what energy you had left for a small smile before letting out a gentle questioning hum.
Now that you could see him better, you started to take notice of the boy’s luscious red hair and violet eyes. Whoever he is, the boy strikes a resemblance to Kakyoin but you were quick to shrug the thought off.
“My mom told me that you’ll get a cold if you stand in the rain for too long.” There was a hint of worry in his eyes as he spoke and his concern for a random stranger like you caused your lips to stretch into a wider smile. Maybe there’s still a little bit of kindness left in life despite how cruel it could be.
“I have a raincoat on me and uh.. Y-you can have my umbrella instead!” That was completely unexpected. Your eyes widened as you stared at him in disbelief. ‘Is this kid for real..?’ You had to take a few moments to process his words just to make sure you weren’t hearing things.
“It’s fine miss! My mom said that it’s always good to be a hero and help people in need. I wanted to help you!” There was pure innocence in his face as he spoke excitedly. “So please accept my help! Mom’s gonna be so happy when she finds out that I helped someone today” He was grinning brightly at you and it was hard for you to say no - but at the same time, you wouldn’t want to cause trouble to a child.
“H-hey it’s alright. You don’t have to-” Your words were cut off by him grabbing your hand and shoving the umbrella towards you before running off, not giving you the chance to even thank him. You were left alone with confusion, the umbrella shielding you away from the rain. “He’s surely an odd one..” You murmured under your breath before a small sigh escaped your lips. Though you can’t say that you’re ungrateful for the umbrella.
The little incident with the random child has managed to bring you back to your senses and you figured that it was time to go home. Just when you got up and started walking, a small chiming of some bells attracted your attention. ‘Huh?’
There weren’t any bells around you - or that was what you thought until you saw two small cherry shaped bells attached to the child’s umbrella. Words couldn’t explain how overwhelmed you were after seeing the cherry shaped bells, a tear unknowingly streamed down your cheek.
Perhaps Kakyoin hasn’t completely left, and there was indeed, a part of him that’s still living inside your heart until the day when you can finally reunite with him again.
The soft sound of pencil strokes filled in the air; a nice addition to the comforting silence between you and your boyfriend, Satan.
He was there, sitting quietly with his book in comfort. His posture was relaxed and his eyes were focused on the page he was currently reading - aware at the fact that you were sketching him.
It was during these private moments with Satan that you could truly admire the details of his facial features. You love the way his soft, fluffy golden hair sway lightly in the soft, chilly breeze that had entered his room through the window. The hue of his beautiful emerald eyes reminds you of the trees in a forest and some rare, priceless gemstones.
Your gaze slowly made its way to his lips, the memory of your first kiss with Satan appeared in your head. You remember how incredibly soft his lips were and the thought of wanting another kiss from him right now had caused a slight blush to appear on your cheeks.
"Alright- Hey wait, no, you have to stay still-" your blush intensified as you moved your head slightly to the side, dodging his sudden kiss.
"Satan!" you keep dodging before holding your sketchbook in between his face and yours to block his attempts, but he still managed to land his lips on your right cheek. It wasn't long until he pulled away and let out a chuckle leave his lips.
It was rare to see him acting all playful like how he was at the moment but when it happens, you deeply cherish it.
Your lips stretched into a smile before you cracked into soft laughter. "Would you please be kind enough to not kiss me while I was trying to focus on my sketch? I can't believe you've done this."
Satan wasn't fazed by your words at all. In fact, he started smirking at the sight of your reddened face. "Don't think I didn't notice the way you looked at my lips." There was a visible spark of amusement in his eyes as he spoke, the book he was holding in his hand was now long ignored.
His words earned himself a playful eye roll from you as your hand scrabble for an eraser to fix a stray pencil stroke on your sketch. "Well I was trying to focus and capture your details. You agreed to let me sketch you, so you have to stay still."
You had to admit; you were quite surprised that Satan would even agree to let you sketch him. He could've just decline your request but here he was, teasing you instead of staying still in his seat with his book.
"You did a great job at sketching me though. Are you some kind of artist back in the human world?" Satan had set his book to the side before resting his chin in his palm, leaning forwards to eye your sketch of him.
"I wouldn't really call myself one. It's just a hobby." the soft smile on your lips was still evident and you had no idea how in love he was with it. "But I guess I'm flattered that you find my sketch pretty." Your eyes darted up from your sketch to look at him.
The comforting silence was now once again surrounding the two of you as you stared into each other's eyes. Being with the demon was never awkward, no matter the situation - unless one of you are in a foul mood.
"Satan" His name left your lips, gaining a soft hum from him a response. "How does it really feels like? To be under someone else's shadow?"
Your question caught him off guard as he scanned the look on your face. Why so sudden? Where did the question even came from? You were no longer sketching as your focus was now directed fully on your lover, who was now sitting in tense.
"Unpleasant." His answer was short, yet so strong. You can almost feel his wrath slowly radiating off the avatar of wrath himself.
By all means, you weren't trying to anger him by asking such question, but lately, you've been feeling the same thing as him. Being under someone's shadow.. being under Lilith's shadow has made the other brothers see differently of you. It's like they have forgotten about who you really are. They see you as a replacement for Lilith, and that thought alone hurts your soul.
Now of course you didn't hate Lilith for this. She wasn't at fault. If anything, you were upset with the demon brothers. You noticed how quick they were to change their treatment towards you as soon as Lord Diavolo and Barbatos declared you as Lilith's distant descendant.
Satan wasn't exceptional from this as well, but as time had passed, he was the first brother who had seen you for you. He was the only brother who actually understood the feeling of being under someone else's shadow.
He understood you, just as how you understood him.
"What's wrong (y/n)? Did any of my brothers upset you?" Oh you have no idea how Satan was going to kill whoever it is who had made you upset. The Avatar of Wrath is definitely not a demon you want to mess with. He is known as one of the strongest demons in hell for a reason.
His question caused you to shake your head with a small smile breaking into your face. You love how caring and protective your boyfriend is towards your safety and wellbeing.
"They did nothing to me, but I have to say that they were being too kind to the point where I got scared for myself." Satan carefully listened to you, his face showing concern. "What if they'll forever see me as someone else?" At this point, you have set down your sketchbook on his desk and reached out to hold his hands.
His hands were warm and they gave you the comforting feeling you needed at the moment. Satan wasn't planning on pulling his hands away from yours anytime soon. Why would he anyway?
"We can't control what they think of us, unfortunately." His voice was soft as he spoke, his grip on your hands tightened before he brought them up to his lips. "But do remember that I really love you for you, (y/n). You're amazing just the way you are and I couldn't ask for more." You love this affectionate side of Satan. While he wasn't too big on PDAs, Satan has always been really intimate with you when you were alone.
"Would you be interested in joining me for a midnight stroll?"
You took a quick glance outside of the window before agreeing to go on for a stroll with your boyfriend. It might be a little cold outside but it would be worth it, considering how magnificent the stars illuminating Devildom's sky are. Besides, a little bit of cold shouldn't bother you that much.
Or so you thought.
Your figure was shivering despite your efforts to conserve body warmth as you walked side by side with Satan. He had long noticed your discomfort with the low temperature of Devildom's night time today and has been trying to convince you to go back inside. However, you were simply too stubborn for that.
"I hate to repeat myself, but I think it's best if we go back (y/n). Tonight is clearly too cold for you and you could get sick if we stay out any longer." A frown was visible on his face as he slid his dark blue outerwear off from his body, only to drape it around your shoulders. He was aware that it wouldn't do much since the material of the clothing piece wasn't really heat retaining, but it's better than nothing.
You weren't paying too much attention to him since you were already gawking at the stars above you. They light the almost tenebrous sky like snowflakes in the night, yet appear still, like an old photograph. The twinkling of the stars were enchanting, making the view look more brilliant than it already was in the first place. The silver moon was huge and bright as it hung on the sky, complimenting the scenery.
The stars hit different in Devildom to be compared to the human world, you thought to yourself.
While you were too busy skygazing, Satan was silently staring at you to admire your breathtaking features. He captured the way your eyes sparkled and how your lips tugged upwards just by looking at a simple scenery. The thought of you existing in his life has made him think; how lucky was he to have you as his lover.
You are basically the embodiment of perfection for Satan - your flaws and all. He never knew he could truly love a human with all of his heart until he met you.
"You do know that staring at someone is rude, right?" Your tone was playful as you spoke, your lips stretched into a grin to see a light blush on his cheeks when he realized that he got caught. Without any warning, you surprised your lover with a peck on the lips and Satan didn't take too long to decipher the situation as he leaned in and kissed you sweetly.
You were still hugging yourself to stop the shivers, but it looks like the weather wasn't being too nice to you today. You were quick to pull away as soon as you could feel a sneeze coming up after a slightly stronger wind blew at the both of you. Satan was once again frowning, seeing that now you were actually getting sick.
"That's it. We're going back (y/n)" The way he spoke with his serious facial expression has left you with no room to argue. The next thing you know, he was already dragging you away with him to return to his room. While he wouldn't outrightly admit it, the demon himself was starting to get affected by the lack of warmth outside.
While you were being dragged away by your lover, a smile appeared on your lips. You have never thought that there will come a day where someone would deeply love and care for you. The man of your dreams have finally showed up in your life after years of waiting and you couldn't feel more than grateful for it. Satan is definitely a true blessing.
That was until something hits you hard; you are currently in a different timeline.
The Satan you first fell in love with was a different Satan in a different timeline. Of course, you have another version of him who really loves you and even declares you as his lover, but would it be the same with the 'original' Satan? The one who truly held the key to your heart?
Does he even feel the same way towards you?
"Anything's bothering you?" His voice entered your ears, pulling you back to reality from your trail of thoughts. You were quick to shake your head and dismiss his worry.
Maybe it's best if you enjoy the moments you have left with this version of Satan. At least you were able to get a taste of how being loved by him feels like, even if your feelings are unrequited once you return to your original timeline.
Summary: In which you and your childhood friend, Solomon were reunited thanks to the exchange program.
Warning: Smut
A / N: My first OM fic on this blog is literally a smut-
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"Hey you there"
Your eyes darted to the direction of the voice, only to see a man standing not too far off from the spot you were standing at. With hesitation lingering in your chest, you pointed to yourself questioningly.
"That's right, I'm talking to you; the human with that frightened, tormented look on your face that demons love so much."
While his words sounded like a light insult to your pride, you couldn't care less at the moment. At least he 'saved' you from those demons who were planning to eat you earlier.
Your eyes studied the stranger's features as he approached you - silver hair, pale skin and mischief lying underneath his friendly gaze. His appearance and the way he carried himself brought a sense of familiarity to you, but you weren't sure if it was just your brain playing tricks.
You were completely unaware of the defensive and cautious look you had on your face while you were eyeing him. The stranger, who had noticed how tense you were, let out a laugh.
"What's with that look? There's no need to be suspicious of me."
Unfortunately for him, you weren't the type to be easily convinced with just words. If anything, it had only made you feel a stronger urge to be more wary of this man. However, you still couldn't shake off the weird feeling in your chest. It felt like you've met him somewhere before.. but where? When?
He caught you slightly off guard when he held up your red d.d.d, a handsome smile was visible on his face. "This is yours, right? You dropped it on the floor."
As suspicious as he is, you couldn't dismiss the fact that he was quite good looking. Taking away your d.d.d from his hand, you returned your eyes to his. "Thank you" you said but it came out as a murmur.
"My name's Solomon. I'm an exchange student from the human world, just like you."
Solomon..
Now where have you heard that name before?
Solomon.
Solomon.
Shiny silver hair, that scheming look he had on his face, his blue eyes which had a hint of gold..
No doubt that was him. There's no way in hell that it wasn't him.
Your eyes widened as your stare intensified, lips parting in an 'o' shape out of sudden realization. "Hold on. I believe we know each other. I'm (y/n). Does my name ring a bell in your head?"
Solomon broke into another laughter, but it was softer than before. "Of course, (y/n). It's the only reason why I approached you. Long time no see."
--
(10 years ago)
"Hey Solomon, help me out here."
"I'm busy"
You let out a huff out of frustration as you glared at the boy for not wanting to help you with your math homework. You have been struggling with a question about rotation for almost fifteen minutes now and your friend couldn't care less to help you.
Groaning, you slammed your pencil againts the table. "There's too much homework and flipping shapes is too hard!" Your whine didn't seem to bother him at all as he kept focusing on his own homework.
Holding up your math book to show him the question you're stuck at, your eyes were now fixed on him. "How do I flip this shape three times in my head?"
Your persistency on getting him to help you has finally paid off, as Solomon looked up from his book and rested his chin in his palm. "Just turn it"
Annoyance was now present in your senses as you shot him another glare. It's not that he was fazed by your glare at all. After hanging around each other for so long, he had gotten used to your glares.
"You're turning me crazy, Solo." you spoke, venom dripping from your tone.
Solomon only proceeded to let out a short laugh after seeing your annoyance. Of course, there was nothing better than to tease you and watch how annoyed you were with his shenanigans.
"I'm serious! If you can't flip it in your head, just turn it." he said, his lips stretching into a grin. You knew him too well to know that he wasn't being completely serious, but at the moment, you were too desperate to solve the math question.
"Turn it.." You muttered under your breath before standing up while still holding the book. Ignoring all the hesitation in your chest, you turned your head along with the book towards the same direction.
Well that definitely didn't help you to find the answer at all.
Solomon was already rolling on the floor of your room, laughing at you. You were staring at him in disbelief after you stood back straight again. How dare he laugh at you when you were in a dire state.
"You're supposed to turn your book, not your head!" Your friend wiped off a small tear from his right eye after he was finished laughing. You were still in confusion as you looked at the question with furrowed eyebrows. Solomon sighed softly before urging you to return to your seat in front of him. "Here, I'll teach you."
Time passed rather quickly as you focused on his teaching, finally understanding the true method on how to solve the question. A satisfied grin made its way to your face as you slammed the math book close before pulling out another homework.
"You really love to slam things, don't you?" Solomon's frown earned a chuckle from your throat as you turned your attention to the outside of your window.
Not too far off from your apartment, there was a commotion with paramedics rushing out of the ambulances. Bypassers were gathering around as they watched the unfortunate incident unfold. "There's an accident."
"Do your homework (y/n)" Solomon's voice interrupted you but you were more interested in the current commotion. Broadcast station cars were rushing into the scene as their reporters tried to collect as much information as they could. You watch as the paramedics struggled to save severely injured victims of the car accident while their relatives wailed in agony and worry. Your heart felt pain for them as you kept watching, but that was until something else caught your attention.
"There's two." you said, without providing any context.
If Solomon wasn't distracted by you earlier, now he is. Your words sparked curiosity in his chest as he turned to look at you. "What?"
You watched the two figures intently, light radiating from their glowing humanoid bodies. However, one of them doesn't look as pleasant. The light radiating off from their body was crimson red. It's eyes were black, reminding you of an abyss that one wouldn't wish to fall into.
Your silence had caused Solomon to walk over to your side at the window as he looked outside. He knew something was off if you weren't answering his question. As he looked outside, he could only see the accident. Nothing too unusual.
"The deceased have arrived.." You said with a low voice.
He removed his gaze from the scene to look at you with concern written all over his face. He was aware that you have the ability to see things others couldn't and sometimes, he had to admit that it worried him.
"There's two and one of them is really scary. It looked so.. evil." your eyes never left the evil spirit but Solomon was caught off guard when you suddenly pulled him to the floor with you to duck and hide from the window.
"Ouch you could've just warned me next time.. What's up with that anyway?" he frowned, groaning in pain as you got off from his back to sit up. "That was close." you sighed in relief.
Solomon was still confused as he sat up, blue eyes never leaving your face."It's bad to lock eyes with an evil spirit - even if it was by accident and you're unaware of it. My grandfather said that misfortune will befall you if you lock eyes with one. What's worse is that it'll stick to you like glue and they'll also try to take you to the afterlife with them."
You were shivering at your own explanation. You would always get goosebumps at the thought of accidentally locking eyes with an evil spirit. Your friend was now silent, his facial expression turned into a thoughtful look as he absorbed the newfound information.
"Interesting.." he murmured while holding his chin, his gaze was now on the floor. Solomon doesn't seem to be affected by fear at all, contrary to you.
"You shouldn't go home alone tonight. I'll walk with you. We couldn't risk having the evil spirit I saw earlier attack you!" You quickly said, gaining his attention once more. At least you could help him avoid the entity if they ever run into one while he's on his way home.
Solomon only nodded at her offer. While he knew that he was perfectly capable of using magic to defend himself, having someone to look out for him would be much better. Of course, his magic wasn't powerful enough to do obscure things considering his current age and experience, but it has been really useful for his own safety.
"You know what (y/n)? I envy you." Well that was something that had shocked you to the core. Solomon, out of people, envy you? Your eyebrow raised in a questioning manner as your eyes searched for an explanation to his jealousy.
"You? Envy me? It should be the other way around, Solomon. You know so much about magic at your age and you're academically so smart to be compared to me"
Your comment only earned yourself a chuckle from him as he shook his head. "You don't get it, don't you? That's okay. I think I should be off now since it was getting late." He said, packing his bag before standing up to take his leave. "Are you coming?"
"Of course"
--
(Present)
"I still can't believe that we got reunited under the weirdest circumstance." You sighed, crossing your arms as Solomon sat in front of you. The two of you have been hanging around each other a lot ever since your unexpected encounter at the hallway that day.
His room in the Purgatory Hall was the perfect hangout spot, considering the fact that no one was there to interrupt you. The House of Lamentation and RAD weren't exactly great options, since the demon brothers were always around you. Sometimes, the two of you would go around for a walk in the city if you're really up to it.
"You were expecting for a more dramatic reunion, don't you?" He wasn't wrong at all though. All these years when the two of you were separated, you have been daydreaming for a really dramatic reunion - be it accidentally meeting each other in college or running into each other in some random cafe.
"You know me, Solo. What's life without a little bit of cheesy-out-of-the-drama scenes anyway?" Your usage of his old nickname gave Solomon a strange, warm feeling in his heart.
You were the one who had come up with that nickname and you had no idea how protective he was towards it. The only person he wouldn't mind calling him as 'Solo' was you. Obviously he wouldn't tell you about it anytime soon.
"I believe that our reunion in Devildom is actually quite wonderful. We're probably the first human pair who had the chance to reunite in hell before our deaths."
You can tell that he was slightly amused with the fact that you two did reunite in hell. "I do remember how you yelled at me about wanting to kill me and meet again in hell" he said, laughing at the memory.
"Hey that was only because you angered me. How can I not get angry when you used my last cookie for some magic experiment.." You pouted. "The worst part? You transformed the cookie into a roach. A ROACH, Solomon. You know how much I hate them."
You remember the nightmare of having a huge cockroach flying around your room as soon as Solomon said a spell out loud to your last chocolate chip cookie. It was one of the most horrible things that had ever happened in your life.
"But I did rescue you that day, am I correct?" He smirked, reminding you of how terrified you were, to the point of clinging onto him while yelling out for help. The memory brought a light flush on your cheeks as you looked away from him while cringing in embarrassment.
"Alright stop reminding me about it already." You groaned in annoyance, shooting a glare towards your friend. Solomon only chuckled, just as you expected. This man was never afraid of your glares and death stares.
"You're just the same (y/n) that I knew from back then, but I'll have to admit that you've become more smarter to be compared to before- ow ow-"
Your eyes were gleaming with fury as you tackled him down to the floor. Your hands were pinching both of his cheeks in a rough manner (but not rough enough to the point of bruising him) while ignoring his complaints about how painful it was. "You dare to call me stupid? I'm not going to let you get away from this, Solomon!"
He hissed in pain before using his strength to flip you over, your roles were quick to exchange since he was the one at the top now. You didn't even realize when or how he had pulled your hands away from his cheeks, only to hold them tightly above your head. "What are you going to do about it then, undertaker ?"
It was an old, playful nickname he had given you for your ability to see and communicate with spirits of the deceased. You were in awe that he would still remember about it, but your current position on the floor wasn't letting your head to work really well.
His face was inches away from yours, the mischievous smirk he had on his face suddenly looked way more attractive than it was before. You could feel his breath on your skin due to how close you two were. His facial expression was unreadable, yet it almost looked like he was challenging you to do something.
Solomon knows that you're not the type to back off from a challenge.
Especially when it's a challenge from him.
Your own lips stretched into a smirk to rival his, showcasing your confidence towards his unspoken challenge. Without giving him any warning, you closed the distance between the two of you with a kiss.
You've noticed the way he stared at you during class before. You've noticed the light blush on his cheeks whenever you tease him. Hell, Asmo had told you enough about how Solomon was basically pining after you. His light flirtings didn't go unnoticed by you as well.
The man was in shock as he froze in his position, his face turned red. His mind was screaming, yearning for him to succumb into the temptation of kissing you back but his body wouldn't respond the way he wanted to.
You, his childhood friend and crush, was kissing him. He has been waiting for years to steal your kiss but now that he had finally gotten it, he wasn't responding.
Why is that? Was it fear of not being able to be the perfect partner for you? Uncertainty? His confidence had seemed to evaporate into thin air at the moment - something quite out of character of him to happen.
His lack of response caused you to break the kiss. Awkwardness, regret and disappointment begin filling in your heart that was slowly breaking. Have you made a grave mistake? Did you just destroy your years worth of friendship with Solomon?
Your heart clenched in pain at the thoughts echoing in your mind. Your eyes were directed to anywhere but him as you mustered all your strength to push him away. Surprisingly, Solomon wasn't fighting back this time.
"Sorry but I have to go." You can tell how cold your voice sounded as you spoke. You knew that it was quite immature to give him the cold shoulder just because he didn't reciprocate your feelings. However, you couldn't help it. The icy tone in your voice was an automatic reflex to your defensiveness towards the situation.
Solomon was silent as he watched you go. Part of him wanted to stop you and tell you how much he loves you but the other part of him was opposing the idea. He was conflicted.
"What have I done..?"
--
It has been almost two weeks since that embarrassing incident between you and Solomon. As much as you hate to say this, things were awkward between the two of you now - or at least you were the one who was suffering deeply. Your friend seemed calm and collected about it, just as how you had expected of him.
Solomon would still try to invite you for a walk around town or just hanging out in his room like before, but somehow, you manage to find an excuse to avoid him everytime he reaches out to you.
Classes have ended and the others have went back to their respective shelters, leaving you alone in the classroom. Mammon had offered to stay with you earlier, but he got an urgent call for a modelling shoot.
Knowing the demon, he would definitely go for the shoot, but not before nagging at you to go back to The House of Lamentation for the sake of your safety. He kept saying how Lucifer would punish him if anything bad ever happens to you and that would be a huge hassle to deal with.
You, being the stubborn person you were, paid no attention to Mammon's nagging and proceeded to stay anyway.
Being cooped up in your room wasn't really an issue but you weren't really feeling it today. Lately, you have been feeling stuffy and you figured that it would be best to enjoy your book in a different setting.
A soft sigh left your lips as your hands reached out for a book from your bag. Satan had lent you the book two days ago, claiming that it would be a good read. You have always trusted his judgements when it comes to books and dramas.
Just when you were about to start reading in pure silence, a familiar voice entered your ears. That voice which you have been dreading to not hear in the past two weeks.
"Hey there"
Your grip on Satan's book tightened as you tried your best to stay calm. 'Maybe he was talking to someone else.. He should be. But I'm the only one here..' The thoughts rang through your mind as you bit your inner cheek to not look at Solomon. However, your eyes betrayed you.
Your gaze went up and was now locked onto his. Holding the eye contact, he shot you a smile before taking a seat on an empty chair right next to you. "I wonder.. what are you, a human, doing here by yourself?"
A light scoff emitted from your throat at his question. There's nothing wrong with it, of course, but your temper has become quite insane lately - probably rivalling The Avatar of Wrath himself. You wouldn't be surprised if anyone sees you as a walking ticking bomb.
"Can't you tell? I'm reading." You deadpanned, holding up the book in your hands just in case he failed to notice it. "I guess it's only fair if I ask you the same question considering you're a human as well. A quite shady human, to be exact."
Now that you think of it, the cold tone in your voice and your choice of words probably made you sound like an asshole. "I wasn't.. I wasn't trying to be rude or anything. Sorry if I sounded too harsh." You quickly added, with eyebrows furrowing lightly in disapproval towards your own behaviour.
Instead of looking offended, Solomon only laughed at your apology before shaking his head to dismiss it. "I would consider taking your words as a compliment. Being seen as 'shady' wasn't too bad, I think. But by any means, do you hate me (y/n)?"
You choked on air upon his question. You? Hate him? You literally just kissed him two weeks ago.
"No, of course not! I mean.. I don't think you're the bad kind of shady when I was talking earlier. I was just trying to say that you're.. uh.. mysterious. Yes. That's what I was going to say" You were aware that you're just rambling at this point but you couldn't help it. You didn't really wish to worsen your friendship with him. "A-and being mysterious is what makes you intriguing! So, no, I don't hate you at all Solomon."
The man only nodded in silence as a sign that he understood what you were trying to say. His facial expression was unreadable as usual, but you could catch the slight satisfaction in his face - as if he had gotten the answer he wanted.
"About two weeks ago-" Solomon got cut off mid sentence when you covered his mouth with your palms. Your cheeks blossomed into different shades of red out of embarrassment, while your heart was breaking due to the huge possibility of getting rejected by him.
"Alright, hear me out Solo. I'm sorry okay? I regret kissing you because things are now awkward between us. Just so you know, I really value our friendship so please can we go back to how we used to be? Let's pretend like it never happened and-"
It was his turn to cut you off as he pulled your hands away and called your name to free his lips before speaking. "(y/n), do you really have feelings for me?" His expression was calm, a contrary to your current state. Your blush intensified as you stared at him wide eyed upon his question.
The only answer you could give him was just a shy, timid nod and Solomon wasted no time as he immediately lifted your chin before smashing his lips onto yours. He messed up last time, so Solomon was determined to make it up to you today.
You sat in your seat in shock, your face couldn't get any redder than this. You were about to return the kiss when he pulled away and rested his forehead againts yours. His blue eyes were staring right into your soul as he spoke.
"I'm sorry for hurting your feelings that day (y/n). I've always been in love with you ever since we were still kids but I couldn't find the courage to admit it." His words were genuine, you can tell. The look in his eyes told nothing but how in love he was towards you. This was the first time you have ever seen this truly genuine side of him.
Upon his confession, you only smiled happily before diving into another kiss. It begins with a peck before his kiss became more insistent. Not too long after, his tongue slipped past your lips and tangled with yours. Solomon was determined to show how he feels and your eyes have slipped shut in the heat of the moment. The classroom's temperature has seemed to be increasing rapidly as both of your bodies warmed up.
His hands released yours before he moved them to grip the sides of your waist, only to drag you up to your feet and carefully slam you againts the wall without breaking the kiss. With your arms around his neck, the kiss became more and more heated. You shivered when his hand stroked up your exposed thigh under your skirt.
"Wait we can't do this here" You spoke breathlessly while cupping his face after breaking the kiss. His eyes have darkened with lust as he smirked, his hand still stroking the smooth skin of your thigh teasingly. "W-we'll get caught.. It's too risky."
Your words emitted a chuckle from his throat as he leaned closer to your ear and whispered. "Then be a good girl and stay as quiet as you can. What's life without a little risk anyway?" You got goosebumps at the way his hot breath hits your ear. A soft pant left your lips when he started trailing kisses down from your jaw to the column of your neck, only to suck the sensitive skin there.
With his hand now on the inside of your thigh, he pulled away from your neck and spoke lowly. "Or do want us to continue this in my room at The Purgatory Hall?" His slender fingers were trailing over your soft skin, close to where your body wants him. Solomon still has the smirk on his face, and you were completely sure that it was just a way for him to tease you.
While doing it in public has the chance of you getting caught, you were already wet enough from all that kissing and teasing. Stopping now only to go to his room would feel like a hassle and you were too impatient for that. The thought of having to act like everything was fine around the angels in The Purgatory Hall and hide your arousal while Solomon watch you doesn't sound really appealing either.
"Answer me." His husky voice was steady as he spoke, his grip on your waist tightened. His fingers have now slipped over your panties, pressing lightly on your throbbing clit. His other hand trailed up your upper body and slipped under your shirt, trailing over your smooth skin. "You have to decide quickly." He was now gently nibbling the shell of your ear, stimulating you further.
You could feel your head spin at his touch. There's no way you could hold yourself back anymore. Your half lidded eyes quickly darted around just to make sure so that there was no one in sight. You were fortunate enough that the classroom's door was closed. However, your attention was instantly brought back to him when his fingers started flicking a nipple under your bra. "K-keep doing that." You moaned softly while your fingers ran through his soft silver hair.
His moan seemed to be the only thing he needed to proceed. His mouth went back to sucking and biting your neck as he growled againts your skin. "I've been waiting years to do this." He started grinding againts you, his bulge pressing againts your heat and causing a wave of pleasure to wash over your senses.
His name left your lips in a needy tone, your hand was now tightly gripping his shoulders as you tried your best to hold yourself from falling to the floor considering how weak your legs have become at this point.
"Look at you. Our clothes are still on and you're already this wrecked." His hand left your nipple and fists into your hair before snapping your head back. "I'll remind you again. Be quiet or I'll stop." With that, he instantly tugged your school jacket off and unbuttoned the shirt of your uniform before nipping at your skin above your bra while unclasping it.
He loves the way you look like at the moment - lips swollen, eyes glazed and chest heaving. The fact that he was the one who had made you look this sinful has greatly boosted his ego.
He dragged his tongue to your breast and started flicking it with the wet muscle while pressing his lips againts the skin around it. While his tongue was doing it's work, his hand was kneading the other. The sensation of his warm lips againts your burning skin brought up a whine from your throat, but you were quick to bite your lip as an attempt to hold the noise back.
Solomon noticed your effort on trying to keep quiet and let out a soft chuckle before switching breasts. Again, you had to bite your lips to hold back your noises of pleasure. You were a panting mess, a sight delightful enough only exclusive to the sorcerer's eyes.
"S-Solomon please" You were already reaching your limit with his teasings because he was taking his damned sweet time with you. Following the helpless plea, you bucked your hips up, desperate for more.
"Impatient, are we?" He chuckled before bunching your skirt up to your waist and pulled down your soaked panties to your ankle. His finger trailed down to your folds to gather your slick before bringing it back up for you to see. "Look at how wet you are." He smirked before going down on you.
He started to flick your bundle of nerves while his tongue flattened againts you, pressing it. His slender fingers rubbed circles onto your clit while still holding eye contact with you. Your lips parted as silent pleas emitted from your throat, your hand went through his hair to tug at his scalp. Your action had caused him to groan, sending vibrations through your core. Your back arched while your eyes rolled at the immense pleasure.
It doesn't take long for you to reach your climax. You were still doing a pretty great job at staying as silent as you can. The only thing that has escaped your lips were just pants and moans soft enough that it's barely audible. Just when you were about to get your release, Solomon pulled away. "N-no!" Tears started forming at the corners of your eyes as you looked at him with disbelief.
However, before you even got a chance to complain, he was already preparing to insert himself into you. He gave a soft, gentle peck onto your lips before pushing into you. His lips found their way back to yours as he kissed you to muffle your loud moans. The intensity of his kiss increased as he pushed farther inside of you.
Your legs were now tightly wrapped around his waist while his hands were holding your body tightly and securely. One of your hand trailed up his abdomen under his shirt while the other was wrapped around his neck. Then, he pulled back and slams back into you.
The kiss broke since the two of you needed some air, but he wasn't slowing down on his pace. He goes harder and harder, while showering you with praises and muttering how much he loves you with every thrust. It was at this moment when you get to see his raw, vulnerable side and honestly, that was the best part for you.
Your moans continue as he kept giving you the pleasure you wanted, pushing you closer to the edge. His name has become a chant on your lips at this point. You were already sensitive enough from him eating you out earlier so it doesn't take long for you to reach your climax again this time.
You can feel yourself clench around him, causing him to let a strangled moan to escape his lips. "Come for me baby." The man said before stuttering shortly, lost in the feeling of you slowly unraveling. Not too long after, he could feel himself nearing his climax and grunted through clenched teeth.
Giving a bite to your shoulder, he groaned as he came down from his high, filling you deep. As he finally pulls out from you, Solomon held you carefully to make sure you wouldn't fall onto the cold hard floor of the classroom. Both of you were breathless, hair messy with sweat coating your warm skin.
Solomon carefully set you on a nearby chair before fixing himself and his clothes. "That was amazing." He shot you a naughty smile, silently admiring the hickeys on your neck while you were fixing your clothes as well. His words cause you to blush and it took you a few seconds to remember about the love marks he had left on your skin. Your eyes widened, looking at him with a panicked look.
"How am I supposed to go back like this? Asmo.. Asmo's definitely going to know what's up with these marks" You mentally groaned at the thought of having to answer the questions from the demon brothers. However, Solomon only laughed at your panicked expression before ruffling your hair gently.
"I've put a spell on you to ensure that they wouldn't notice your disheveled appearance. It only lasts for a day so you have to think of a way to hide those marks.. Unless you wanted to show them off." he shot a playful smirk at you, his eyes sparkled as he wondered on how you would hide those marks.
You jokingly rolled your eyes while carefully standing up on your feet with his help. "So, how about we go on for our first date tomorrow after school?" He asked after releasing his hold from you, while fixing a few stray strands of your hair.
You were excitedly nodding at him as a response, eagerness was shown through your huge grin. "I would love to!" You quickly cleared your throat as an attempt to hide a little bit of your excitement towards his offer for your first date. Crossing your arms, you toned down the cheery tone of your voice to rephrase your words.
"Yes, that sounds like a really good idea. I figured that we could also use another round of fun after the date, hm?" You smirked at him after your last sentence and looked for a reaction.
With a smirk mirroring yours, he leaned into your ear to whisper. "Of course. That would make things way more interesting."
