#ta!nanami

[arcanefeelings]

(sneak peek)

don't mind me... almost a year later and ta!nanami kento is still on the brain. but let's be honest. are we really surprised?

but let's just circle back, okay? bear with me

ta!nanami kento who isn't expecting vou to walk in when you do, mere days since his little remark at the end of your paper.

you have to admit, the way you'd scrutinized each word of his criticism in the margins of your essay was borderline stalker-ish. but the way his pen seemed to slow with such confidence as he wrote your feedback - the way you noticed the dashes of his t's were longer on the left than the right, the way the dots over his i's and j's arrived just a millimeter to the right of where they normally should - god, you thought, was everything about him so beautiful?

it was one of the safer, cleaner thoughts you'd had about him. it was true, though. ta!nanami kento was beautiful. sometimes, you felt like icarus drawing too close to the sun as you watched him from your desk in your shared classes.

all of him, every beautiful, blinding aspect, is what drew your footsteps to his corner of the library a week after you'd seen him there - stolen glimpses of him through the bookshelves. letting your thoughts wonder about his beautifu hands.

you wore the same skirt as you did that day. it wasn't intentional, of course. you just... liked it. yes. you liked that skirt way too much and vou didn't get to wear it as much as you liked thanks to the university's dress code. you liked the way the hem brushed against your upper thighs when vou walked - especially when you were walking to the library to see your favorite ta.

you clutch your paper to your chest with one hand, bag slung over the very same shoulder as you carry a plastic bag in your other hand, eyes locking on the blonde boy hunched over the exact same table he always sat at. bingo.

you definitely don't have those same thoughts about him as your shoes pad over the soft carpet. it definitely doesn't make your stomach flutter when you notice how messy his hair looks - probably from the dozen or so times he'd raked his hands through it, a common habit when he was working, it seems.

he looks up when you approach, eyes following your movements as you gently set the plastic bag on an empty spot at the table. you offer him a polite smile despite the way his eyes seemed to send a rush of heat right down to your core. hazel eyes focused on vou, as if registering your presence after a pause, and you swear you mistake the way they darker just then - his pupils dilating for a fraction of a second. but then he smiles politely back at you and then it's gone

"hi," he says quietly, his baritone carrying in the silence of the library, "i wasn't expecting you today." his hand waves at a chair, inviting you to sit.

(to be continued)

[arcanefeelings]

(continuation of this)

thinking about ta!nanami again...

the second you laid eyes on him, you knew you were done for. he looked perfect. too perfect.

because the moment you first see ta!nanami, you know you want to ruin that perfect image of him, pull that stupid, godforsaken tie of his loose, and pluck those delicate silver wire rimmed glasses off his face.

and finally, finally, after nearly a month of your fantasizing, you catch him one evening in the library, papers scattered over a table in the corner, those broad shoulders hunched over as he scribbles on the papers he's marking.

you linger behind a shelf, pretending to browse the books, but your eyes are stuck on ta!nanami. not for the first time, your gaze lingers on those thick, corded forearms of his, fully exposed thanks to the way the sleeves of his shirt were rolled up to his elbows. your gaze follows him as he pushes his glasses up with those slender fingers still gripping the red pen and you wonder how they'd feel buried deep in your cunt.

his fingers were long, thick. they would surely reach the spots you struggled to with your own. as if realizing the direction of your thoughts, you avert your gaze back to the books on the shelf, cheeks warm. it wasn't the first time, but it had never happened outside the four walls of your dorm.

but as hard as you tried to focus on the books on the shelf, you couldn't stop thinking about it.

would he bend you over that table he was working at? hold you down by the back of your neck and thrust his fingers into your squelching, dripping pussy?

would he lean over you, whispering filthy praises into your ear till your knees buckled - your g-spot hit consistently one too many times? would he make sure your legs stayed open for him by standing between them, keeping your dripping cunt accessible to his fingers?

would he - no. you shut your eyes, shaking the thoughts away and hurry past him to another aisle of books, forcing yourself to forget the warm musk of his cologne that wafts into your nose when you pass his table.

the days pass, and when you see him next, you're receiving your previous assignment back. as you sit at your desk, reading through the crit, your eyes linger on a note in the margin, gaze flicking up. he's already looking at you.

you can't help the way your breath hitches in your throat, swallowing subconsciously as you see the way his pupils flare, before nodding your way politely, as if to acknowledge you read his remarks. your eyes shift back to your paper, heart skipping a beat at the neat cursive.

"good points, come to meet me after hours for further discussion."

[arcanefeelings]

quick poll, both ta!kento and the pt. 2 for munch!kuroo are just over 1k each right now, so...

which do you want first lol

continuation of ta!kento

continuation of munch!kuroo

Voting ended onJan 3

whichever it is should be done by this weekend, but i'm not sure i can get both done. this is just to make it a lil easier for me to finish one :P

[arcanefeelings]

the people have spoken 👀

part 2 in the works...

[arcanefeelings]

might rebrand ta!nanami after christmas 🧹

[arcanefeelings]

should i post a sneak peek of part 2??