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kiss kiss (fall in love) || PT.3

part 1 // part 2

summary: this thing with shotaro has been going on for a little while now, and during a weekend away with your friends, your relationship with him gets a bit of exposure at last

length: 8,625 words

tags: angst?, fluff, smut, exhibitionism, voyeurism, mentions of haechan, hot tub sex

The morning after your first time with Shotaro, you lay in his twin bed with only two things on your mind.

First, it was late morning, and already you could hear the other guys moving around in the house that you were now going to have to sneak out of.

Second, Haechan’s words from last night still rang in your mind. Shotaro has had a crush on you since the day you first met.

You’re not sure how long you lie there in his bed, staring up at the ceiling, thinking about both of these things, but it’s long enough that Shotaro returns from his shower before you even move. He was already gone by the time you woke up, and in the pure light of day you expect to feel some minor awkwardness with him.

Just this time yesterday, you were avoiding him. In the few hours since then, you’d both somewhat confessed to having feelings for each other, at least admitting that you wanted to be the only one to kiss him, and you’d had sex with him. You’d learned that his feelings for you had been around a lot longer than your feelings for him. Not that he knew that you knew that.

So when Shotaro steps back into his bedroom, a towel slung low on his hips, you simply close your eyes and scream a little internally.

You were avoiding him yesterday, and now it’s taking every bit of your mental fortitude to steer your mind away from shoving him up against the wall and sinking to your knees, from pulling him back into the bed with you and throwing that towel away, from just touching him everywhere and anywhere to feel him against you.

And then Shotaro smiles, and all those hard horny feelings melt away, replaced by feelings much softer.

“Good morning, sleepyhead,” Shotaro greets you before he turns toward his closet.

Filled with fluffy feelings, you still find a little room for sexy thoughts as you watch a droplet of water race down Shotaro’s spine towards the towel at his hips. “Good morning,” you reply, swallowing back a sigh as Shotaro drops his towel.

You turn your head back to face the ceiling, staring up at the old water stain in the corner instead of watching him dress. Your mind is buzzing.

After a moment or two a fully-dressed Shotaro sits down on the edge of the bed, leaning over you until his face is all you see. “Not that I’m complaining about you becoming a permanent fixture in my bed, but are you staying here? I thought we could get breakfast?”

You groan softly, rolling onto your side and curling yourself until your head rests on Shotaro’s lap, your face basically smushed against his belly. “The other guys are all downstairs. We have to sneak out.”

Shotaro laughs quietly, petting your hair. “Are you worried what they’ll think if they know you slept over? I promise you, they won’t figure out that we were, like, together. Even after what I said last night, they all still probably think I’m too innocent for anything to have happened.” He pats your head a little, then says, “Come on. Breakfast, baby. My treat.”

“Fine. But you need to at least throw your sheets in the wash before we go.” You uncurl yourself from his lap, and Shotaro moves away so you can stand up. He watches as you lift your arms over your head, stretching with a soft groan in the daylight, and the hem of the shirt you borrowed from him last night rises up on your thighs, revealing your panties.

You don’t see him move, don’t know it’s coming before Shotaro’s right there. His hand on your waist, his toes bumping yours, and his mouth presses sweetly against yours.

You smile into the kiss, pressing another kiss to his lips as he starts to move away.

“Okay,” he whispers, dropping a last little peck before he backs off. “Get dressed.”

While you locate your clothes and look into the mirror hanging on his closet door to do something about your hair this morning, Shotaro strips the bed and piles the sheets into his laundry basket. He watches you mess with your hair, his affectionate gaze reflected in the mirror, though you’re not sure if he’s aware that you can even see him looking like that.

The volume on the ground floor of the house increases by the time that you and Shotaro finally leave his bedroom. There’s music playing from a speaker. Jeno’s voice is loudly speaking over it, and as you come tiptoeing down the stairs, you see that Renjun is working in the kitchen on some project, Jeno is trying to talk to him, and Jaemin stands at the other end of the room, looking half asleep as he prepares a meal.

Haechan, to your mild surprise, is curled up on the sofa with a blanket to his chin beneath a surprisingly peaceful face. The noise emanating from the kitchen doesn’t seem to bother him in the slightest.

Shotaro descends the stairs ahead of you, carrying his laundry basket over to the small laundry room the guys have tucked right beside the kitchen.

Before you can reach the bottom step, you glance toward the kitchen again, and you freeze.

Renjun is watching you with his expression caught somewhere between surprise and amusement. “You’re still here?”

And that makes Jeno and Jaemin both turn to look at you. Under the heat of their three gazes, you can feel yourself blushing.

“I didn’t know you stayed last night.” Renjun’s voice is level, curious. You don’t detect even a little suspicion in his voice, so maybe Shotaro was right. Maybe they really don’t suspect what’s happened between you and him. “Where did you–?”

Before he can finish his question, his words are cut off by the lid of the washing machine in the laundry room loudly slamming shut and then almost immediately kicking on.

Shotaro emerges, heading straight for you at the bottom of the steps. “Ready?”

Your gaze drifts past him, back to Renjun and Jeno and Jaemin. Renjun’s mouth has popped open a little in surprise. Jeno and Jaemin exchange a glance, and suddenly you feel heat rising and spreading through your cheeks. Shotaro, seeing the expression on your face, looks over his shoulder at his roommates, and at once he sees the looks on their faces.

“Hey, when my sheets are done, do you think one of you could throw them in the dryer?” Shotaro asks, speeding on into his explanation, or rather, his cover story for you. “You know she’s not much of a drinker, so when she started feeling ill last night, I offered for her to sleep in my bed. It wouldn’t make any sense for her to try to go all the way home, and it’s a good thing she didn’t try to leave too, considering she just barely made it up there before she puked on my sheets and passed out.”

Now your face is really warm. “Sorry,” you mumble, the embarrassment over the boys still staring at you helping to make your tone a little more believable. But truly you’re relieved too. Shotaro making up this lie for you.

Shotaro laughs, turning back to face you, but he projects his voice back towards the others. “So we’re going out for some hangover cure. Anyone want anything when I come back?”

Judging by the looks on their faces, they all believe his story. They voice aloud their wishes for you to feel better, Jaemin requests Shotaro bring him a coffee when he returns, and before you’ve even turned for the front door, the kitchen boys have resumed what they were doing before you came downstairs.

“Come on,” Shotaro says softly, his hand brushing your arm. “Was that good?”

You want to kiss him, throw your arms around him. He’s sweet, and that warm bubbly feeling in your chest every time you see him seems more prominent now. That little story he made up was such a little thing, but for some reason it makes you feel so grateful toward him.

“Yes it was, Taro. Let’s go.” You smile, tilt your head toward the front door.

Before you can reach the door, you hear a groggy voice from the sofa say, “Such a gentleman, our Shotaro. Letting our Y/N sleep in your bed. So sweet.”

Shotaro tugs the front door open, bathing the room and Haechan’s face in bright sunlight. Haechan squints against the light, but he still has it in him to wink at you and wave.

If the others weren’t looking again from the kitchen, maybe you would flip Haechan off with your middle finger, but they are looking. All you do is repeat to him your parting words from last night, “You should go home, Haechan. Stop crashing on their couch.”

The sound of his laughter follows you and Shotaro out the door.

There’s no feeling quite like sitting around a bonfire on a cool autumn night, the starry night sky open above you, your friends seated around the fire with you, and drinks and snacks aplenty.

You’re camping.

The majority of your friend group are all staying at this nice cabin owned by one of the girls, surrounded by woods and a lake. The house only has a few bedrooms, but there are also two fancy tents wired with electricity. There’s a hot tub on the side of the cabin, a fire pit off the back deck, a single canoe and a larger boat to take out on the lake. It’s a nice place, and when you all arrived earlier in the day, you’d had a lot of fun soaking in this late warm day of autumn.

Now that night has fallen, with things calming down and the cool air creeping in, you’ve all begun to gather around this fire. Haechan’s still toughing it out in his swim trunks from earlier and a hoodie, meanwhile most of the rest of you are bundled under blankets and sitting close to the fire. You’re sitting close enough that your toes feel like they might burn.

Cold nips at your cheeks despite the fire, a cool breeze whipping the heat away from your face for an instant, flapping at the edges of the blanket you’re wrapped in.

You showered earlier after leaving the lakeshore, while dinner preparations began you’d rinsed off the grimy feel of lake water on your skin. So you feel fresh and cozy sitting here now, and as you lean back in the chair you and Mark dragged down off the deck earlier, you watch sparks from the fire float up into the sky and you wish that everything in this moment could stay as it is right now – comfy and warm, relaxed and casual and fun, the sound of your friends talking and singing and laughing, all of you together.

“You’re quiet tonight,” Shotaro says as he sits down beside you in a folding chair. He’s also just come out of the shower; his damp hair curls against his face, his cheeks still a little ruddy from the heat of the shower. He looks soft in his hoodie and flannel pants, a thick blanket draped over his shoulders. He’s sitting so close to you that your shoulders brush, that you can smell his soap, and you want to bury your nose against his chest, breathe the smell from his skin. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine. Just… contemplative.”

Lately you’ve had a lot of thoughts racing around your mind as late summer takes this turn towards winter. Midterms have just ended, there are only a few short weeks left in the semester before the winter break. Spring follows winter, and with it comes your final semester of university. Graduation and life beyond. Your future.

Shotaro’s warm hand lays over yours. He squeezes lightly.

This especially has been weighing heavily on your mind over the last several weeks of doing this with Shotaro. Neither of you have put a real title on what this is. Are you a couple? Friends with benefits? All you know for certain is the way you feel, and the way you feel is a lot. You love him, that much has become starkly obvious the more you’ve allowed yourself to explore your romantic options with him. You loved him before as a friend, but opening yourselves up to sex and deep talks and pure, emotional vulnerability with each other, it’s added a bonus layer of love that you’ve never had with anyone else, one that you were unaware existed until Shotaro tapped into it.

You love him. And in a few short months time, you’re both going to be graduating. You haven’t talked about the future with him because all of this feels too new to really bring that up, but at the same time you keep worrying yourself in circles about what if Shotaro wants to go home to Japan? But what if he stays?

Across the bonfire, YangYang and Haechan break out some vodka, the ingredients for s’mores appear from elsewhere. Jaemin and Jeno come out of the cabin with sausages and bowls of steaming instant ramen.

Shotaro laces his fingers through yours, and you glance down at your joined hands, noticing that your blanket is covering them. Chenle, Renjun, and Xiaojun sitting on your other side, loudly laughing over a joke; they won’t notice Shotaro holding your hand.

As the night goes on, Shotaro drifts away from you. The liquor passed around the fire, the stories being told, and the warm presence of your friends all eventually bring you out of your thoughts. You join in on the fun, pushing aside your deep and heavy thoughts of the future. For tonight, this is all there is.

No one’s surprised when one of the girls in your friend group sneaks away with Mark. Since he and his girlfriend broke up a few weeks prior, he and this friend have grown closer and closer. Their crushes on each other have been obvious for years, though they’ve never both been single at the same time until now.

As soon as they leave, everyone starts making jokes, talking about them.

You don’t miss the way that Haechan keeps looking at you and Shotaro while everyone makes jokes about how it’s about damn time that Mark and your other friend get together. He winks at you from across the fire, and when he opens his mouth a moment later, you dread what he’s going to say. Is he finally going to tell all of them about what he figured out a month ago?

“At least those two have an excuse for not getting together until now,” Haechan drawls. “But what about our Shotaro and Y/N over there?”

A round of laughter, eyes turning on the pair of you. Shotaro’s at your side again, but this time neither of you is touching the other. From the corner of your eye, you can see Shotaro looking around at everyone else, but you’re only staring daggers at Haechan.

His smirk grows, and Haechan’s talking directly to you when he says, “Shotaro’s obviously been in love with you from the start, literally that very first day you met each other. He wouldn’t stop talking about you that night on the way back to our dorm, and kept trying to get Renjun and Mark to invite him to places where you would be. Absolutely lovesick. And then you were his first kiss? How romantic! Did you take his virginity too?”

One of the guys spits out his drink as he laughs. A few of the others around the circle start to hop in on the teasing, Haechan acting as the ringleader. The others at least taper off when they look over and see Shotaro sitting stiffly, embarrassed. Haechan keeps it up, his eyes bright, his words slightly slurred together as he begins making jokes about Shotaro’s purported lack of skill during sex.

Shotaro glances sideways at you, but again, you don’t look away from Haechan as he continues to laugh.

You never told Shotaro about what Haechan told you that night, that he’d figured you both out. You didn’t tell him that Haechan had told you how long Shotaro’s feelings for you had existed. You’d wanted to keep the two of you in this perfect little bubble, untouched by the opinions of your friends. Opinions like the ones being loudly circulated right now by the man across the fire from you.

“Lee Donghyuck, fuck off.” You stand up, facing down Haechan who continues to smirk as he leans back in his seat. “You’re being rude, and you’re drunk.”

Haechan shrugs, rolling his eyes slightly. “I’m just asking. If you didn’t do it, then do you know who stole Taro’s innocence?”

Shotaro sits quietly, his head ducked and his cheeks red now not from the heat of his shower or from the fire, just embarrassed. You just can’t stand to hear Haechan talking like this about Shotaro, bringing him right back into the center of the group’s teasing, like they used to do when he hadn’t yet been kissed. You hated it then, you hate it now.

Much like back then, you want to do something about it, but in the moment all of your emotions – the anger, your confusion and anxiety over the lack of certainty for the future, your personal embarrassment in this situation – it all wells up and surfaces as tears and a groan of annoyance.

“Why do you always have to tease Shotaro? You teased him about his first kiss, continued to tease him after that about being a virgin! To what benefit, hmm?” You’re angry, offended on Shotaro’s behalf that this has happened time and again. “Just leave him alone! We don’t all ask about your sex life, or lack thereof. It’s not like you’re getting a lot of action. Maybe you should be worried about your own skills instead of Shotaro’s. Maybe if you were a semi-decent fuck, you’d not be sleeping on the sofa at their house every night.”

Your words seem to bite at Haechan finally. His lips pull close, his tongue in his cheek. His body language exudes annoyance. He starts to sit forward, hands curling over the arms of his camp chair, and you take a step forward ready to argue with him.

Haechan opens his mouth, words spilling out like liquor into the fire, igniting you into an inferno. “You wanna talk about what I’m up to every night? When every night you–”

Before Haechan can finish his sentence, Shotaro stands up beside you with a shout, his expression angrier than you’ve ever seen as he stares down Haechan now. The other man’s mouth snaps shut. Shotaro puts his hand on your shoulder, nudging you, pushing you lightly towards the shadows beyond the ring of your friends’ chairs around the fire.

“Step away. Go cool off. This is over.” Shotaro tells you both, pressing your shoulder again until you actually move. He follows as you leave the circle behind, heading for the lake’s edge. Behind you, you hear someone start chastising Haechan, and when you finally glance back over your shoulder, you see it’s Renjun who is corralling the other man inside the cabin. Hopefully to sober up some.

Once you’re out of earshot and out of sight of the campfire, Shotaro catches up to you, reaching for your arm, and the moment his fingers wrap around your wrist, you slow your pace and focus on breathing, which you hadn’t noticed how erratic your upset breathing was.

You walk for a few moments together along the lakeshore. In the silence you let the nature sounds—crickets, the wind through the leaves, the quiet lapping of small waves against the shore—calm you until you finally feel like you can speak without snapping. You stop, and Shotaro stops as well. Both of you look out at the black surface of the lake.

“I’m sorry,” you apologize. “I just hate when they tease you about stuff like this. It’s always annoyed me, and I don’t get why you just let them say those things. Does it not bother you?”

“I don’t know.” Shotaro shrugs. “I guess it didn’t really bother me too much before. Like, when they were always teasing me about not being kissed. It was just like a little joke, though, yeah, sometimes it felt like they were taking it too far. But it was also true, so I think that might be why I didn’t care so much back then.”

“And now?” You ask.

Shotaro sighs, his hand sliding down from where he’s just been holding your wrist to now slot his palm and fingers against yours. “Well, now I have you.”

Your heart thumps in your chest. Yes, he has you. But the way he says it, like your presence at his side, in his bed, in his life, has made a world of difference to him. In this moment, you realize that you’ve never told him just how important he is to you, too. You love him. You love the way he makes you feel when you’re together, how he makes you feel protective and protected, makes you feel like he is everything that you need.

“I honestly don’t care what they want to tease me about,” he says after a pause, ”but I want you to know that I’ll stand up for you too. I didn’t care when Haechan was teasing me, but I knew that the next words out of his mouth were going to be aimed right at you, and I couldn’t let him do that.”

Shotaro shifts on his feet, moving so he’s facing you. “He was right, though. About what he said at first, about me being in love with you since the day we met.” Shotaro gazes down at you, his expression soft and full of adoration. His lips turn up at the corners, his smile growing with each second.

You lift your free hand up to touch his cheek. “I already knew.”

“You knew?” He laughs. “How?”

“Haechan told me. That night of the party, after you and I had sex.” You say, “After you fell asleep, I went down to the kitchen for some water. Haechan was still there, and I mean, I was wearing your shirt, this was hours after everyone else had left, it was kind of obvious what I was doing there, so he’d figured out what was happening between you and I. Tonight he was just being a dick. But anyway, that night he told me that you’ve had a crush on me since the first time we met. He said he was worried your heart would’ve exploded that day when I kissed you.”

Shotaro nods. “My heart almost did explode. I wasn’t expecting you to do that at all, but I’m so glad you did. I don’t know if I ever would’ve made a move if you hadn’t first. I thought for sure that I didn’t even stand a chance with you, like, the guys frequently teased me about following you around like a puppy, showing you favoritism, and how you, uh, treated me just like the rest.”

That comment hits you, and you open your mouth ready to apologize to Shotaro, but he shakes his head and cuts you off.

“You don’t have to say anything. It doesn’t matter to me if you didn’t feel the same then.” Shotaro runs his fingers through his hair, and he looks away, across the lake to the way the moon reflects on the surface. “I know we don’t really do a lot of the, like, emotional talks when we’re together, but, just for my peace of mind and since we’re on the topic, this isn’t just a one-sided thing, right? Like, there are feelings involved on both sides, right? You don’t view me as just a booty call?”

You press your hand on Shotaro’s cheek, turning his face back towards yours.

He hesitates slightly, resisting for a second before his gaze sweeps around, connecting with yours. Laughter echoes down to you from the campfire. The cool breeze tugs at the corners of the blanket you’ve still got wrapped around your shoulders. Shotaro’s eyes are molten against yours, and your heart warms, the heat spilling into your belly, liquid fire that sparks up against your insides and the words take flight from your lips.

“Shotaro, I love you.”

“Oh, God,” he sighs in relief, and suddenly his arms are around you, crushing you against him in a tight embrace. “I love you too.”

You slip your arms around his waist, letting him hold you tighter, pressing your face against his chest. Now, at last, you bury your nose against his hoodie, breathing in the subtle scent of his soap mixed now with the smoke of the campfire.

“I love you,” you tell him again, the words mumbled against his chest. “I know it took me a long time to say it, a long time to realize I felt that way, but I really am in love with you, Taro.”

You tip your head back from his chest so you can look at his face, and he’s beaming. So happy that it makes your heart pick up in response. You lift on your toes, pressing forward to kiss him.

Shotaro kisses you back for a few long moments, both of you with your arms wrapped around each other. The heat builds between you in the cold night, and it’s only when a sharp gust of cool air blows in off the lake, whipping your hair against your face, that you break the kiss.

You shiver a little, not entirely because of just the cold. You’re full of want, but before coming on this trip, you’d told yourself that this would be a sex-free weekend. Where would you even be able to sneak off and have sex?

Control yourself, you thought, but aloud you said, “Do you think we can go back to the fire now?”

Shotaro nods, humming happily, but he doesn’t move.

“I think you have to let go of me for us to walk back up there,” you tease, poking him lightly in the ribs so that he squirms, his arms going loose around you.

When you look back up the short pathway from the lakeshore to the campfire, you see your friends (only about half as many now as there were when you walked away before) gathered there. You watch them talking and laughing together. You wonder what they’re thinking about you and Shotaro, about how you blew up on Haechan in defense of him, how he stood up for you, how you walked off together. Do they know?

“There’s nothing to be afraid of with them knowing,” Shotaro tells you as if he can read your mind. “I love you, I want you to know that, and I want them to know that. No more hiding.” He takes your hand.

And when you walk together back into the ring of firelight, hands clasped tightly, you can feel their eyes on you both, but no one says anything. There are no smart comments, no teasing or jibes. You glimpse a few exchanges of smiles and knowing looks, but you’re glad that no one says anything. This is enough, just showing them this.

Shotaro pulls you down onto his lap when you return to your abandoned seats, his hands on your hips quickly jerking you down onto his lap. His arms go around your belly, holding you there as he tucks his chin over your shoulder.

“So, what did we miss?” He asks, his tone happy and casual as he looks around the circle.

Another few hours go by. People come and go from the fireside. Mark eventually comes back out of the cabin alone, his hair a little ruffled, a little swagger in his walk. Renjun returns to the fire before Haechan does, and once Haechan does come back outside he briefly stops by you and Shotaro to offer an apology, though in a quiet voice that doesn’t carry to anyone else he says, “But, hey, now it’s not a secret anymore, right?”

He means well, and even after the apology you’re still a little irritated, so the most you do then is snarl and push him away. Haechan goes back over to snuggle up between Renjun and Mark on a bench seat from the deck, both of them groaning and trying to push him out from between them, but all three settle in comfortably together.

You like this. The way that Shotaro holds you, the way that he nuzzles his face into the warm fold between the blanket and your neck. His breath on your skin makes you shiver.

Eventually, people start to head inside the cabin for bed, drifting away one by one. There are only a small cluster of you left around the fire when Jeno suggests a soak in the hot tub before calling it a night. Mark calls it quits right then, heading inside with only a few mumbled goodnights, but you and Shotaro and Jeno and Haechan and one of the other girls all take the short walk up onto the deck and over to the hot tub.

None of you have it in you to feel embarrassed as you strip down to your underwear, leaving your clothes piled on the deck beside the hot tub. The air is cold, biting at your skin in the time it takes you to slip into the gently bubbling water.

The heat of the water on your skin, the rising steam on your face, the way beneath the water Shotaro’s hand settles on your thigh—all of it serves to warm you up nicely.

This late at night when the world has fallen so still and silent, it’s easy to forget everything else but the five of you and this hot tub. It’s warm and with the alcohol all of you have imbibed tonight, it makes the atmosphere very sleepy. Conversation is quiet. After a while, you tip your head into Shotaro’s shoulder, which makes Jeno and the other girl smile at the two of you. Haechan smirks and rolls his head back on his shoulders before standing from the water, stretching his arms over his head as water pours down his bare chest, steaming in the cool night.

He doesn’t say anything as he climbs from the tub, stooping to grab his sweatshirt before he continues around the corner of the cabin towards the fire pit, probably heading inside for the night.

A few minutes later, the other girl calls it a night, and as she gathers her clothes up, Jeno decides to head in as well.

You let your eyes sink shut, feeling how heavy your eyelids are as the late hour begins to shift instead into an early hour. Maybe you should get out too, drag yourself into your cot in the room you’re sharing with two of the girls, get a good night’s sleep before you all have another fun day on the lake tomorrow.

Shotaro’s hand kneads your thigh. His lips brush your hair. “Are you still awake?”

“Mhm,” you hum, cracking your eyes open just a little.

“Do you want to have sex right here?” He asks. “I’ve always wanted to do it in a hot tub. Or in a pool, but we’re right here.”

Your body feels loose and warm, you’re sleepy, so part of you wants to tell Shotaro no, to tell him that maybe tomorrow night. But then his hand squeezes your thigh again, his fingers sliding along your inner thigh, and his pinky finger brushes the center of your panties.

You’re alone out here. It’s late and everyone else is asleep or at least getting ready for bed right now. And you want Shotaro. You always do, but after the love confessions you’d shared earlier, you especially want him.

“Okay,” you agree, and then you’re moving, throwing a leg over his thighs and seating yourself in his lap. You drape your arms over his shoulders.

The air prickles against your bare shoulders and back, and when Shotaro grins and trails his dripping wet fingers over your back, searching to undo the clasp of your bra, you shiver again. He flicks his wrist and your bra clasp pops open. Within a moment he’s slipping your bra down over your shoulders, dangling it from his fingers as he drops it backwards over the side of the hot tub to join the rest of your clothes.

You feel exposed and raw sitting here like this, outside in the open. There’s a wooden pergola over this area, string lights wind through the beams, providing some dim lighting, but it’s enough that you can see Shotaro’s hungry gaze drinking in the sight of your tits above the water, your nipples peaked from the cold and arousal.

“You’re so perfect,” he groans, lifting his hands from the water to palm at your chest. He’s gotten better at this since the first time. Shotaro knows how you like to be touched now, so his touches aren’t so clumsy as they were that first night when you were together. He knows how you like it when he gently rolls your nipple between his fingers while he kisses your neck. He knows that you like when he kisses down to your chest to use his lips and tongue and teeth on your nipples.

You’ve learned a thing or two about him as well. He likes when you scratch and bite him, when you leave hickeys or fingernail marks on his skin. Shotaro likes when you edge him a bit. But there are times he likes it quick too, for you to just jerk him off or suck his cock as deep into your throat as you can, giving him one orgasm before you pull another one from him in quick succession.

Tonight you think this will be quick.

As Shotaro’s mouth lowers to your chest, his hands tug at your panties beneath the water, pulling the material away from your butt as you shift higher on your knees over his lap. His fingers slide between your cheeks, brushing down to your entrance.

You whine, gasping as he circles his fingers right there, just teasing you.

You hug his shoulders and his head, moaning softly as he flicks his tongue over your nipple, as he enters your pussy with a fingertip. “Come on, Taro. Don’t play with me,” you breathe out, the words clouding a little in the air.

He hums against your chest.

Shotaro’s always a good listener. During sex, he takes advice and requests, always giving you what you want like the generous lover that he is. Tonight is no different. He doesn’t play with you.

You feel wide awake, electric in the night when Shotaro brings you to your first orgasm on his fingers. Your hands are twisted in his hair, and Shotaro pulls his head away from your chest to look at your face blissed out in orgasm, and he says something to you in Japanese that sounds romantic to your ears but could just as easily be pure filth, and you wouldn’t know the difference.

You kiss him, and he keeps murmuring words in his mother tongue against your lips. You hold his face in your hands, kissing him until he’s quiet.

Shotaro’s hands slide out of your panties, instead gripping at your hips, rolling you down against the front of his underwear, his erection straining the material. He makes such a sweet noise in the back of his throat when you circle your hips down on him, and you pull back from the kiss then to look down at his face as he tips his head back to rest on the edge of the hot tub.

“I love you, Shotaro,” you tell him.

He smiles, warm and bright. “Love you, too, baby.”

In your periphery, you catch a flicker of movement, so slight you almost ignore it, but without moving your head, you look quickly in the direction of the corner of the cabin.

Shotaro’s still looking up at you with delight and awe, and when you comb your fingers through his hair and lower your mouth down toward his ear, he eagerly wraps his arms around you, not expecting to hear you say what you say next.

“We have company.” You whisper so softly it would be impossible to be heard over the bubbling of the hot tub. “Haechan’s watching us.”

When you’d looked up, he was standing frozen at the corner of the cabin, halfway peeking out as he watched the pair of you. You wonder how long he’s been there, what he’s seen. You wonder why he stayed to watch.

You straighten up a little to look at Shotaro’s expression, and at first his eyebrows are furrowed in confusion, but that look soon clears away, replaced by one of determination.

He leans up, brushing his lips against your throat, whispering, “Be good for me. Let’s show off for him.”

A thrill goes through you at this unexpected exhibitionist side of Shotaro.

He sinks back down to lean his head against the edge of the tub, looking up at you all bare and beautiful in his lap. You feel some small degree of self-consciousness knowing that Haechan is standing twenty feet away, your breasts fully visible to him. But when Shotaro grabs you by the hips and drags you forward until you feel his bare cock, you know that you’re about to put on a show.

Maybe this is brought on by all of Haechan’s teasing directed at Shotaro, particularly jokes he’s made about Shotaro’s virginity, some jabs about lack of experience and a supposed (but totally untrue) lack of talent. Either way, as you reach beneath the water to touch Shotaro’s cock and guide him to your pussy, you know that tonight you’ll both be setting the story straight.

Perhaps you play it up a little extra, knowing that you have an audience, but as you sink yourself down on Shotaro, you moan like he’s the thickest, longest, most amazing cock you’ve ever had.

Shotaro smirks up at you, his hands trailing down to grip your hips. He grunts softly as you settle down on his lap, his cock fully sheathed inside you. You lean in, touching his hair, bringing your lips down to his, kissing him long and slow, making it just a little bit filthy both for your own entertainment and for Haechan’s viewing pleasure.

You roll your hips, finding the movement a little bit strange in the water, just the feel of the warm water lapping against your sides, the alternating heat and coolness of the air. But the warmth of Shotaro’s hands as they rise up to spread over your back is a constant.

Shotaro, as you’ve learned in the time since your first night with him, can be a little bit noisy. As you ride him now in the hot tub, he gasps and moans into the kiss.

You like the sounds he makes, the way it’s so easy to read if he likes what you’re doing or not. He certainly seems to enjoy you bouncing in his lap, your hands at his shoulders, fingernails lightly digging in. But maybe there’s something more that he wants—faster or harder or a different angle, or maybe just to show off to Haechan’s voyeuristic gaze.

Shotaro grabs for your hips again, and he moves, lifting himself and you from the little bench seat of the hot tub.

The cold air prickles every inch of your skin, shocking after the heat of the water.

You break the kiss, hissing, “Fuck me, Taro.” It’s a curse, not a request or a command. Your breath comes out sharp from the surprise of his movement. “It’s cold out here.”

He just chuckles as he sits you down on the edge of the tub.

Now you’re fully exposed, both of you. His chest and abs, his ass where his underwear have now been shoved down. Your gaze wanders down over all of his exposed skin, the goosebumps covering his body, down to where his body joins with yours, your thighs squeezing against his hips.

“Be good,” he tells you again, his voice dropping in a way that goes straight to your core, especially as it’s paired with his hips rocking forward.

In response, all you do is moan for him.

Shotaro keeps one hand firm on your hip, the other he draws up your spine, putting light pressure against your upper back. You arch against his chest, mouth crashing against his, and your fingers twist in his hair.

The rhythmic motion of his body moving against yours now quickly pushes you into the realm of pleasure, your belly grows warm and tingly, your legs closing around Shotaro’s hips, drawing him in closer.

You feel utterly debauched, getting fucked on the side of the hot tub like this, a pair of not totally welcomed eyes watching.

You glance sideways then, trying to see if he’s still there, if Haechan’s still watching.

He is.

You lock eyes with Haechan. He visibly gulps as you moan Shotaro’s name, as your gaze drops down to see that he’s got his hand at the front of his shorts, touching himself to the sight, like a little fucking pervert. You intend to use this knowledge against him, to tease him endlessly about it like he likes to do to Shotaro.

Shotaro seems to notice your distraction. His mouth reclaims yours, pulling your attention away from your voyeur.

He doubles down on you, his hand sliding around from your hip to bury his fingers between your thighs, fingers on your clit to make you cry out his name. Over the last weeks, Shotaro has learned well what works you up the most, and that’s what he does right now, touching you and thrusting in just right to make your head spin and your body tingle, your toes curling and your heart pound as your orgasm hits.

You cling to his shoulders and his hair. The bite of your nails against scalp and shoulder blades, in addition to the way that your pussy clenches around him, is enough for Shotaro as well.

He pulls out of you, his hand dropping to his cock, and you slip back into the water from the edge of the tub. You reach for his hips, and as the bubbling water of the hot tub touches your chin, you open your mouth and take Shotaro in as deep as you can.

You feel a little bit like a sloppy whore, the way you suck and slurp at him, bobbing your head along his length. He gathers your hair back from your face, rocking his hips forward into the sweet heat of your mouth, and after a few thrusts, he bursts on your tongue, flooding your mouth and the back of your throat with his cum.

You suck his cock dry, sucking until his thighs quiver, until his moans begin to pitch a little higher. Only then do you pull off, looking up at Shotaro as you lick your lips, bring a hand up to wipe at your chin and the corners of your mouth.

“I fucking love you,” Shotaro moans, sinking down to sit in the water with you, and he eagerly pulls your mouth to his again.

You kiss him for several more moments, getting lost in each other again. His hand slips back between your thighs, and Shotaro does bring you to another gentle orgasm on his fingers, swallowing down your whimpering moans as he does.

Eventually, you pull yourselves from the water.

Your skin steams in the cool pre-dawn air as you gather up your clothes, pulling them on to ward off some of the chill. Haechan isn’t there anymore, though you’re not sure at what point he disappeared. Shotaro is right behind you as soon as you’re dressed, his chest against your back, his arms around your waist.

“We should go sleep in one of the tents. The cabin is full, I’m sure,” he tells you. “More privacy in the tents too. I can wake you up in the morning, the right way.”

You laugh and push him away gently. Just once you’d mentioned to him that an ex had woken you up by eating you out, started your morning off with an orgasm. Since then, Shotaro’s insisted that he show you he can do it better.

“I’m serious,” he laughs, reaching for your hips, spinning you around and tugging you against his chest. “Sleep out here with me.”

You were never really in disagreement about sleeping with him in a tent, so you take his hand, and walk together from the deck down towards the tents.

As you approach the campfire, reduced to barely glowing embers, you see the shadowy shape of someone still sitting in one of the chairs. It frightens you for a brief moment until you realize—

“Haechan,” you just whisper his name, but his head snaps up.

Shotaro stiffens.

Haechan pushes to his feet, walking quickly towards you and the cabin behind you. “Goodnight,” he mumbles as he passes the two of you. He doesn’t make eye contact, doesn’t slow his pace at all, he just bulldozes on, back towards the cabin.

When you hear the door of the cabin close behind him, you can’t fight down your laughter. Shotaro, also laughing, pulls you along with him towards one of the tents.

String lights are hung around the inside of the tent’s roof. A small heater sits near the entrance, blowing warm air on the both of you as soon as you step inside. Fuzzy blankets and mounds of pillows cover a mattress on the ground. Shotaro closes the tent flap behind you.

Moments later, as you’re settled onto the mattress with him, tucked beneath the warm blankets, Shotaro kisses the top of your head gently, in the most tender and loving way.

“What were you thinking about earlier?” He asks, curling his arm around you to bring you closer. “When you were so contemplative and quiet at the fire?”

For a moment, you consider making something up, not telling him that you had been deep in thought about your future with him. But lying about that is a ridiculous thing to lie about, so you tip your head so you’re looking at Shotaro’s face as you say, “I was worrying about us.”

“Us? Why?”

You sigh quietly, reluctant to admit aloud the worries you’ve had, but when Shotaro squeezes his arm lightly around you, you push the words out. All of your doubts, concerns, and fears. Thoughts about the future. You spill them all out, feeling only a little bit crazy or dramatic when tears prick at your eyes.

But Shotaro smiles at you, softly affectionate, lifting a hand to your cheek to swipe your spilled tears away. “I love that you’re worried about this,” he says lightly.

“Don’t make fun of me,” you groan, pushing his hand away.

Shotaro laughs. “I’m not making fun of you. I love you, I love that you’re worried about our future because I’ve been thinking about all of that too.” He wraps his arms back around you tightly, crushing you against his chest, and you settle in, rubbing your cheek against the comfy material of his sweatshirt. “It feels like the clock is ticking down, and we haven’t talked about what happens when the time is up.”

You’re so glad that you’re not alone in this, the thoughts about what happens down the line.

“But you’re my girlfriend,” Shotaro says, using those exact words for the first time, and you feel his heart start thumping a little harder beneath your cheek. “And I love you. So I want to make this work.”

You sit up a little bit, lifting up on your elbows to look down at your boyfriend. “Say it again.”

“I love you.” He repeats, his lips curling into a smile.

“No, not that part.”

His smile grows. “My girlfriend? That part?”

You nod, sliding your hand over his chest, and his hand chases yours. His fingers catch up to yours, covering your hand, and trapping your palm against his heart.

“Your turn,” he whispers.

You smile too, unable to fight down the bubbly and bright feeling. “You’re my boyfriend, Shotaro.”

When he giggles and covers his face, you find yourself laughing too, dropping your face back down to his chest. Both of you are giddy off of just naming this relationship, claiming each other, and you lie there giggling and occasionally trading kisses for a while.

Eventually you settle down again, and Shotaro strokes your hair as your head rests on his chest.

You’re bordering on falling asleep at last when Shotaro starts talking, softly enough that you could almost ignore it and tip fully into sleep. But he’s talking about you and him, about your future, about possibilities.

“I want you to come home with me over the break. Come to Japan.” Shotaro whispers. “I want you to meet my family. See the country. I already have a list of places that I want to show you. I want to share my life with you.”

You don’t make any formal plans that night or even the following day. When you wake in the morning (to Shotaro kissing your thighs, working his way higher to give you a very good morning wake up call), as you go through the rest of the day there at the cabin with your friends, you just savor the happy and relaxed feeling of being able to be open about your relationship with Shotaro. Haechan avoids you and Shotaro for the first part of the day, until Shotaro makes a joke as everyone starts to get out on the lake.

Haechan hangs back at the dock while pretty much everyone else piles onto the boat.

“Are you not coming?” YangYang asks Haechan.

“Oh,” Shotaro speaks up as he’s helping you step from the dock to the boat. “No, Haechannie likes to just watch.”

You look over your shoulder at Haechan just in time to see Haechan’s eyes go wide for a second. His cheeks darken with a blush for a brief moment before he’s rising to his feet, coming to join you all. He throws his arm over Shotaro’s shoulders, squeezing his arm jokingly around Taro’s neck.

“Consider me a tourist,” Haechan says, his gaze sliding over to yours before he looks back to Shotaro. “I just want to enjoy the view.”

Shotaro laughs and pushes Haechan away further onto the boat.

After that, Haechan’s back to normal with you and Shotaro. Everything is good. No one treats this openness of your relationship (because there’s definitely a lot more public display of affection now than there was before, neither of you can help yourselves) as weird, actually several of them seem to like that you two are so happy together.

So, there are no plans to go to Japan made that day, just the vague plan that in a few weeks you’ll board a plane to Japan with your boyfriend Shotaro. You don’t have to have the future entirely planned out with him, that’s something you’d decided last night after Shotaro suggested the trip. You can take things one step at a time. All that matters is that you love each other, you want to be together, and you can figure it out as you go.

THE END

a/n: this is the end! I don’t really know where else to go from here with their cute little first love relationship, so I really feel like this is a good stopping point. This fic did however give me an idea for another fic/series that I want to write, but for now I’m going to keep it to myself just in case I decide not to actually do it. I hope you enjoyed this because I know I liked picturing sweet Shotaro transforming into sexy Shotaro. As always, please let me know what you thought! Please reblog this to share it with others! Thank you 💗

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