♡ Summer changed once you met him. ♡
Countryside neighbour x You ♡ Short romantic content of oc x reader. Includes suggestive tones, obsessive behaviour (kindaa), mentions of injury (accidental nose bonking?), and summer being a bitch when he isn't with you.
You are just as obsessed with him as he is, with you.
Sunshine poured into the garden like wine into glass, with butterflies fluttering around the rose bushes and little plants, it made you feel so warm inside. Summer's here, and it had always been sweat and insect bites to you. Annoying cicada noises, mosquito bites at night, and most importantly, the sweat. It made you smell so bad.
But ever since you met him, summer started showing a different side. As if the season itself started to have a crush on you. It was warm, the sunshine lighting up the garden with a soft golden glow, and you felt like you were in a fairytale.
The smell of fresh grapes and berries, the sound of swans swaying in the lake at the end of the garden, birds chirping, and most importantly, his voice.
"You are always welcome in my garden."
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Roland was your neighbour. And his backyard? A heaven. It was a scenery straight out of a fairytale. A massive garden with tall trees all over the place, berry bushes, grassy grounds covered in ripe fruits fallen from the branches above, and a lake at the end of the garden which had beautiful swans and small fishes swimming in it.
You recently moved to a countryside house with a large open farm with cows and wildlife in your surroundings. Bunnies, deers, toads hopping around, and little lambs all over the place. It felt so peaceful. And then you met your neighbour.
He was a tall man with broad shoulders and fluffy golden hair. Golden, just like the summer he brings you.
He was so kind, so soft spoken, and not to mention, so dreamy. He was ethereal, with soft golden eyes framed by long, beautiful golden lashes, and his hair, oh, his hair... it didn't look real. It looked like something carefully crafted by a skilled artisan, it made him look doll-like, and it was something you fought your inner demons trying not to touch, and cross a line, and maybe end up making him mad.
But he was the kindest, and let you do whatever you wanted with him. Running into his garden uninvited and unannounced at the weirdest times? He'd chuckle and greet you with the sweetest smile known to mankind and pluck berries for you. Stealing roses from the bushes in his garden without asking? He'd tell you he grew them in the first place for you and would join you to help you pick the reddest and the most beautiful of them all.
And worst of all, he never seemed to get mad at anything you did. And that made you wonder things.
Your intrusive thoughts started to take over, and you started to wonder how he'd react if you showed up to his house unannounced, kidnapped him and put him in your basement to keep him all to yourself (and maybe keep his garden all to yourself too). You wondered how he'd react if you went up to him, took his hand and held it in yours. You wondered how he'd react if you stepped closer to him than usual, wore skimpier clothes around him, and raised your arms above his shoulders to give him the best bearhug he'd ever receive.
Roland was a man who also seemed just as equally obsessed with you as you are, with him. Given how he never hesitates to greet you with the gentlest smile and sweetest words even when you enter his garden at the most ridiculous times with little to no prior information, you're convinced he's in love with you.
And you always liked to watch him gardening while swinging your legs up and down, sitting on the swing he tied to a branch of a tall tree in his garden, just so you could waltz in at any time with the excuse of just wanting to swing in it. You sometimes ask to join him in gardening, and he never outright rejects you, but politely points out that gardening sometimes gets messy and that your sundress would get dirty if you kneeled down beside him to plant the seeds.
The air in the garden felt warm and cozy on your skin and the scent of fresh berries and jam filled your nostrils, the atmosphere joyful and bright.
"So how's the tea?" Oh, god. His voice was like honey and it massaged your earbuds with desire, and made you feel tingly inside.
"It's so good!!" You exclaimed joyfully, your voice ringing in his ears making him smile ever so sweetly. It was a beautiful sight. He thought you were beautiful.
And the way you always get excited over his garden and his homemade jam, the swans and the bunnies hopping around, his desserts and... him... It made him feel warm inside, and the way your bubbly and bright personality rubbed him in his heart made him want to be yours forever.
He leaned in closer to you, and looking up at his face so close down to yours made you feel incredibly flustered. Your cheeks were shaded red and you kept staring up at him with wide eyes while sipping your tea like a kid sipping milkshake in a mall staring at pretty strangers.
He let out a soft chuckle, and his voice made you want to pin his shoulders back to the nearest tree and just devour him to hear whatever new pretty noises he'd make.
And in his point of view, you just looked so damn adorable. He thought the way you stared up at him with your lips pressed against the edge of the teacup, with wide eyes and a clueless gaze, was the cutest sight ever, it made him want to hug you so tightly, carry you to his bedroom and just take you out right on his lap.
But he never showed any hint of his desires to you and would always coo the sweetest and gentlest mutterings in your ear with a voice as silky and soft as satin.
"Roland, why do you always giggle when I stare at you?" You asked softly, tilting your head to the side while blinking your eyes a few times. You wanted to appear as soft and innocent as possible. You wanted him to want you. You wanted him to think you're cute, and you wanted him to admire you just as much as you admire him, even though you knew you were being terribly greedy. But little did you know, your little tricks were working.
He tilted his head too with a sweet smile on his lips, his warm, big and calloused hand coming up to your face to give your cheek feather-soft touches, and plant a few gentle pats on top of your head.
"You are just very adorable. You always stare at me with big and curious eyes, and you look so funny and cute, and it always makes me want to giggle."
Big and curious eyes? You giggled inside your head like an evil gremlin. No, those are more like eyes filled with desire and faux innocence.
You threw your head back and gulped down all of the tea in your cup, put the cup down and impatiently grabbed his hands to hold in yours, though yours were much smaller than his.
His eyes widened just a fraction, and he gulped down audibly, and leaned in even closer, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper.
"You're so bold, young lady... You know, I've always thought your hands looked so warm and small, and so soft, and I have always wanted to take them and hold them in mine, but I could never bring myself to, because I was super shy. But look at you, doing it to me so casually!"
You froze. You've never been this close to him before. And the way his eyes are gazing down into yours made you feel an uncomfortable shiver that implied more that you liked where this was going, than you actually being uncomfortable.
And you clasped his hands together, tried to press them into your palms together and cover them entirely but since his were much larger than yours, they clearly didn't fit, and it made him chuckle again.
"You know, young lady, I could do it instead."
He took your hands in his, brought them to his lap, and covered them instantly with his large, wide palms. And his hands were so warm. And much more rougher and tougher than yours, while yours were soft and cushiony. And you giggled, because you felt like y/n touching her 7'8 mafia boss (help-)
It made you feel so tingly inside, and you knew if you lifted your head up a little to look up at his face, the distance between your lips would be drastically decreased, and that would make you want things that you wouldn't normally want if you weren't with him.
You were still staring at your hands covered by his, on his lap, and you felt him leaning down more closer to you. You felt his hair brushing your left cheek, and you lifted your head instantly and that gave Roland a nice boink on his nose that made him throw his head back with a startled grunt.
"Young lady..." His voice cracked, but still had that same warmth and gentleness in it. How could he ever talk to you without them?
"I'M SO SORRY, ROLAND! I WOULD MAKE IT UP TO YOU, I PROMISE!!! MY COUSIN IS A SURGEON AND SHE CAN GIVE YOU A NOSEJOB!!!"
You screamed at him with a worried expression, your hands instantly shooting up to cup his cheeks in your palms while you brought his head lower and closer to yours to examine the damage you had unintentionally done.
"My lady, nosejob is plastic surgery, I think... and is unrelated to whatever you've done to my face..."
You stood up from the garden bench and started panic-yapping about not having bandages on you at the moment, while Roland was still seated at the bench covering his nose with a kerchief, trying to check for nosebleeds, so he can worry you into taking care of him more.
You looked at him and increased the volume of your yappings, grabbing away his hand kerchief and shoving your hands into the pockets of your sundress to pull out your own hand kerchief (uhm, what even was the point in your action...?) to pat his nose.
And without a warning, Roland's arm cirlced your waist as he pulled you back to the bench and pressed your body against his chest, his other hand coming to hold your neck so close against his face as he inhaled your scent deeply.
"You said you promise you'll make it up to me, mhm, young lady?"
And you cursed internally, both flustered and unable to open your eyes to look at him situated so close to you, you moved your hands to his face and tried to move it slightly away from yours so you could look at him clearly.
And yet, he showed no signs of anger. Or frustration. But the cracks that revealed the desire he held in for you for so long, started revealing themselves.
"My lady, surely, a kiss would be enough to-"
And then you smashed your lips onto his without a warning while he let out a soft grunt and pulled you into his lap, his biceps pressing onto your sides and your back as you started to weigh him down onto the garden bench.
Your tongue went beyond the entrance of his mouth and tasted beyond what you'd imagined pleasure would actually feel like for the first time.
His hands wandered all over your body and came to rest on your hips while you gave him the best treat of his life.
And after all of that smooching and teasing touches, he slumped against the bench with you seated on his lap and whispered something in your ear about some homemade butter cookies and jam he made earlier for you, while you were still recovering from the little kisses and bites he showered all over your neck and your cheeks.
"Just come inside my house, young lady, and I promise to feed you all kinds of my homemade sweets and treats, and fill you up so full you wouldn't be able to walk back home tonight."
