a/n: just a special little valentine’s day thing featuring some of my favorite boys <3
the type of kiss and when it happened was all pulled out of a hat at random, but i think all of these are super cute! i hope all of you have a nice valentine’s day! love always, star
it happens after dinner, as you get up from the table to wash the dishes. despite you and your boyfriend a few hours before giggling and swaying in each other’s arms as music played in the background of your new and unpacked apartment with equally flushed faces, it was this action that flustered you the most.
the heterochromic boy, feeling uncharacteristically bold, stands and pulls you back towards him by your wrist, your lips meeting his in an instant. you find yourself melting into the kiss as his gentle hands now find themselves on your waist and on your face tilting your head deepening the kiss a little more. you pull away first, flushed and needing air as you stare at grown boy in front of you. atsushi smiles softly at you as he brushes away stray hairs from your face.
“you know you could’ve just asked me to stay?” you ask playfully, a faint blush still plastered on your features, making atsushi’s heart soar.
he only smiles cheekily at you as he retorts, “yeah, but then i wouldn’t get a kiss” the tone in his voice shifts however, to a familiar gentle and soothing tone, “happy valentine’s day (y/n)! thanks for coming into my life, i love you”
it’s unexpected, came out of nowhere on the walk to campus after picking you up from ramshackle. grim no where in sight babbling something about wanting to sleep in a little longer. the kiss was long and sweet, not like the quick, chaste pecks ace usually gives. when he moves away, you know that there’s a dust of blush on your cheeks, but you know his are worse, but you know well by now not to call him out on it. you want to ask where it came from, but he cuts you off, voice evidently showing his embarrassment.
“d-don’t think too much of it!” he looks away from you as he stammers slightly. you giggle as you shake your head fondly choosing not to say anything, but smile contently and continue to look at him as it looks like he has more to say.
“…it’s just cause cater and trey senpai lectured me the other day…said that maybe lack of affection outside might make you worried or something like that, especially since it’s almost valentine’s day. well, today is valentine’s day but i think you get what i mean… right?”
you blink in surprise, but then giggle taking his hand in yours making him splutter as you speak softly giving him smile that makes his heart pound. “…thanks ace, i appreciate it. happy valentine’s day, i love you”
he looks away grumbling under his breath, but doesn’t pull his hand away instead intertwining your fingers together with his.
“…yeah, i love you too prefect”
—♡ MAMMON / OBEY ME! ♡ ; HAND / EVENING
it was something you never saw coming as mammon has always been quite flustered with romantic words and actions, stumbling over them slightly even when it was just the two of you. it was same as always, you and mammon making your way back home to the house of lamentation after another day at RAD hands interlocked. you were talking about the plans you and your demon boyfriend had that evening, a movie in your room, snacks, cuddles, you know, the typical sleepover works, but when you look up at the white haired male, you find that he was already looking at you.
you stop walking and nudge mammon lightly, “hey, what’s up?”
“n-nothing’s up!”, he stumbled, “s-silly human, nothing’s wrong with the great mammon!”
you raise an eyebrow but your retort dies in your mouth as you realize that your boyfriend looks more serious than normal.
he says nothing but raises your intertwined hands up towards his lips making your breath hitch. he eyes are closed as he presses a warm and heartfelt kiss onto the top of your hands. your cheeks already feel warm, but you can tell they get darker as mammon opens eyes, full of emotion.
warmth. adoration.love.
“did ya think i forgot it was valentine’s day? ya really are stupid huh”
you give him a hard shove and he complains, but you both know that neither of you really mean anything because of the giant grins on your faces. the two of you fall back into a rhythm hands interlocked once more walking back home.
“i love you (y/n), ya better not forget it!”
—♡ LUKE PEARCE / TEARS OF THEMIS ♡ ; FOREHEAD / AFTERNOON
kisses from your boyfriend are random, but are sincere and sweet, just like your relationship. it’s valentine’s day and like you expected, luke shows up at your front door step with breakfast and your whole day planned.
for hours and hours, the two of you explore stellis, dropping by at little shops full of books, knickknacks, small cafes, pet shops, just about everywhere.
it was currently a bit into afternoon, and the detective found himself getting dragged into a little book store. it was quaint, but it had a certain charm to it; the atmosphere was calming and smelled like leather and old books. he watched fondly as you made your way through various shelved until one section caught your eye.
you pulled out a book and briefly scanned its contents before facing luke excitement practically vibrating off your figure babbling on about the contents. he admires your features, a soft look in his eyes making you freeze and feel a bit self conscious.
“hey! w-what are you looking at?”
your detective boyfriend chuckles lightly before placing his hands onto your cheeks bringing your head close to him. he places a loving kiss onto your forehead and he can feel your cheeks get warmer, something that makes a triumphant grin appear on his face.
his smile and the look in his eyes are enough to make you melt. but what really does it for you is what he says afterwards. as a lawyer, you’ve trained yourselves to be unwavering when listening to others, knowing that if you let your guard down, it can change the outcome of your case if you believe the lies and fall for the tricks.
“just someone special. my someone special to be completely specific, my watson~ happy valentine’s day, i love you. always had, always will.”
but you can’t help but break down all your walls for luke pearce.
you can’t help but snuggle deeper into tsuzuru’s hold, burying your face into his neck, the warmth radiating from him helping you drift off. but you control yourself knowing that once you pass out, your workaholic of a boyfriend would just tuck you in and get right back to work.
it’s two am, too early to be up, but for you and your boyfriend it’s the norm. especiallythe week a script is due, which it so happened to be. getting permission to stay over at mankai from izumi to take care of him during this crucial time period was an absolute blessing knowing tsuzuru’s sleep depriving habits.
it was only day two and said scriptwriter already has coffee and energy drinks for blood. so in light of that, a few moments ago, you’ve taken it upon yourself, (as quietly as you can to not wake masumi) to drag your boyfriend to bed to sleep, or at the very minimum take a small nap. it took a while, but you manage to get him in bed, but despite the longing of his body to sleep he just can’t.
there’s too many ideas for plot, character, lines all up in his head. he knows he can’t escape from you any time soon, and that you’re not gonna fall asleep before making sure he does first, so he might as well have someone to bounce ideas off of.
the two are practically pressed chest to chest, exchanging whimsical ideas for a play fit for mankai’s spring troupe, whispering everything knowing how bad of a temper his grouchy roommate could have. but as time went on, you both moved on from the theater talk to more random things.
whispers turning to giggles, and giggles turning to guffaws earning pillows thrown in your direction from masumi’s bed.
“you know what i just realized?” you whisper.
“if you say something about the laundry incident im going to hit you” he deadpans.
“tsuzuru! im serious!”
he rolls his eyes but a fond smile is present as he brushes hair out of your face, “okay what is it?”
“today’s valentine’s day!”, you whisper excitedly.
he blinks before realization dawns on his face, and you take the opportunity to make fun of him a little bit.
“for a scriptwriter and actor, you seem to be speechless. nothing to say? no sonnets to recite? you didn’t write a poem?”, you tease.
you laugh as he whisper yells at you, “don’t lump me in with homare-san!”
your laughs turn much quieter hearing a warning grunt from masumi, but you go silent as tsuzuru brings up a hand to your chin, tilting your head up and pressing an affectionate kiss to your forehead.
he then pulls you closer to him your face once again buried in the crook of your neck and you smile contently.
“sorry that you’re here taking care of me today and for the rest of week instead of us going out, but i really appreciate it”
your eyes begin to droop, but you fight it as you know he has more to say.
“and about those sonnets? and poems? i don’t think anything i write is going to express how much i love you. there isn’t enough words”, he chuckles, “but there are a few things that i can say”
his tone grows a little quieter knowing you’re on the bridge of drifting off, and you fall asleep with his sweet words the last thing on your mind.
“happy valentine’s day (y/n), i love you. more than anything.”
somehow, you have the feeling that tsuzuru wont be leaving this bed anytime soon.
—♡ KYAN REKI / SK8 THE INFINITY ♡ ; LIPS / MORNING
the weather is sunny and warm as always in okinawa and you wait outside the kyan household with your bike one hand, reki’s gift in another. it was valentine’s day after all.
you sigh, smile and shake your head fondly as you hear the chaos that was the kyan household on a regular morning.
loud and full of life.
your smile only widens as your red headed boyfriend comes tumbling through his front door, in hand his beloved skateboard and roses…??
you raise an eyebrow and in return he sheepishly smiles at you, his hand scratching the back of his neck in slight embarrassment. but nonetheless, he beams at you and you can feel your knees weaken.
“i got them for you! happy valentine’s day!”
your heart melts and you accept the bouquet from reki wondering how you managed to snag such a sweet boyfriend.
as you admire the flowers, reki is busy admiring you.
(it’s one of his favorite past times. even more than skateboarding! and who cares if miya and langa say he has a dumb dopey look on his face when he does!)
you catch him staring you and you giggle, his grin only widening. though his face changes to one of confusion as pink suddenly takes his vision. you move the small pink bag away from his face and give him a cheeky smile as you place the small gift in his palm.
he puts his skateboard on the ground and looks at you, and you encourage him to open it, “go ahead, it’s for you. but start with the envelope”
he does whaat you says and gasps in excitement, “are these stickers for my skateboard?!”
“yup! take a closer look!”
he gasps again as he looks at the designs of the stickers. on them are little doodles of you, him, and your friends; the same ones he doodles on his notebooks.
he looks at you adoration clear in his eyes, “did make my drawings into stickers?!”
he smile at him nodding as he looks through all of them. when he gets to the last one, he freezes as he soaks in the design. it was a heart shaped one of you and him, the doodle looking like it’s inspired by one of your selfies together. he also takes note that the whole doodle is in your art style making it 100 times more amazing he thinks.
he takes a peak at you and see that you’re already looking at him, a fond and peaceful look on your features that makes his cheeks flare up. he looks back into the bag and pulls out a bracelet. the sight of it lights up and fumble for something in his back pocket confusing you.
but that moment is short lived as he pulls out two matching bracelets. the action makes your eyes widen and you pull up the sleeve of your jacket showing off a bracelet that matched the one you gave him.
you looked at each other briefly before bursting out in joyful laughter.
after your laughing fit was over the two of you exchanged loving looks, the two of you both have dusty pink cheeks.
“so i guess two brains think alike! who would’ve thought we would’ve given each other matching bracelets!” reki gleefully exclaims.
you giggle before launching yourself into his arms, the action making him nearly drop his present, but he reacts quick and wraps his arms around your frame.
god, he truly is in love with you.
andman does he wanna kiss you right now.
and he does just that.
your eyes widen as you process his lips on yours, but just like your boyfriend, you react quick and kiss him back. you can feel him smiling through the kiss and you’re sure he can feel you smiling too. the kiss is warm and full of passion, just like reki.
when the two of you pull away, you’re both breathless. you lean your forehead against his and give him a quick peck on the nose, a peaceful smile on your lips.
“happy valentine’s day, (y/n). thanks for sticking around!”
—♡ KIRISHIMA IKUYA / FREE! ♡ ; HAND / EARLY HOURS
despite a long day of work (for you) and practice (for ikuya) and college (for the both of you unfortunately), you find yourself having a pleasant chat with your boyfriend on his bed.
you’re both facing each other, blanket haphazardly thrown over your waists, and shy adoring smiles on your faces.
as ikuya talks about his iwatobi, his hometown, you take one of his hands and begin to play with it; you trace shapes like hearts and stars on his palms and play with his fingers, eventually interlocking his fingers with yours.
at the action, he pauses his story and raises an eyebrow at you, a knowing smile set on his features.
“what’s up?”
you hum as you squeeze his hand in yours, “nothing much, just admiring the look of our hands. they look good together yeah?”
the teal haired boy flushes and you laugh at him, your amusement evident.
you smirk at your boyfriend and he internally curses at you for being good looking.
“you make it too easy ikuya”
“be quiet (y/n)”
your smirk turns to one of a mischievous grin to which ikuya only rolls his eyes in response. but afterwards, a thoughtful look makes its way onto his face making you confused.
“what’s wrong?” you ask worriedly.
he says nothing, but only brings your still intertwined hands close to him and places a long, loving kiss on the back of your hand. this time, you’re the one with a flushed face.
the way he looks at you after would have made your knees wobble if you standing up, but the affect on your heart would still be the same; it’s beating a little faster and you’re positive ikuya can hear it too.
“look at the time” he whispers softly.
you do as he says and turn behind to see the clock on the night stand.
3:27 AM
he chuckles as you turn back to him with a puzzled look on your tired features.
“it’s valentine’s day (y/n)”
your mouth forms into an “o” shape as the realization dawns on you.
“ah”
ikuya snorts before kissing your hand once again. contentment, peace, and love shining through in his smile and in his beautiful eyes.
“i love you (y/n), happy valentine’s day”
—♡ OIKAWA TOORU / HAIKYUU!! ♡ ; CHEEK / AFTERNOON
you wait by the door as you watch your stupidly handsome boyfriend wrap up practice. you find yourself sighing as you watch tooru get hit in the face by other volleyball by no other than iwaizumi hajime.
“he just never seems to learn does he,” you find yourself muttering, rolling your eyes.
looking back up, you find yourself making eye contact with makki and mattsun, and you give them a lazy salute as they grin lazily at you. but those lazy grins turn a little more mischievous as they make their way towards you at the door.
“hey (y/n)”
“hey makki, mattsun. what’s up?”
the two friends wrap an arm around each of your shoulders and you can feel an impending headache coming on, and surprisingly, it’s not from them.
you countdown from three in your head and lo and behold three seconds pass and before makki or mattsun have the chance to say anything you find yourselvs in your boyfriend’s arms.
“leave (y/n) alone! i’m the one going on a date tonight! not you two!”
you roll your eyes at your melodramatic boyfriend before shoving him off ignoring his whines and the other third year’s snickers.
“well there won’t be much of a date if we’re late, stupid”
“you’re spending too much time with iwa-chan!”, he screams, “iwa-chan! im banning you from (y/n)! 10 feet apart at all times!”
“leave me out of this shittykawa!”
“GEH (y/n)! iwa-chan’s being a brute aga—HEY (Y/N)! WAIT FOR ME”
not listening, you begin to walk faster only turning around to give your friends and boyfriend another lazy salute, only slowly down your pace when you hear rapid footsteps catching up to you.
you smile as he matches your pace, finding a rhythm and walking next to you, still slightly panting.
“you’re so mean you know that?” he whines.
you snorted and shove him with your shoulder lightly. “well someone has to be tooru”
“i beg to differ”
you raise an eyebrow at him, amusement and slight disbelief in your tone, “are you pouting?”
“no! no im not”
“i actually have a 5 year old for company”
“your company happens to be your beloved boyfriend thank you very much!”
“that doesn’t make me feel better”
“(y/n)!”
you laugh at the mock betrayal in his voice, finding amusement with the whole situation. afterwards, you smile at him knowing he’s still pouting and nudge him again with your shoulder.
“come on, this date won’t happen on its own now would it?”
the playfulness in your voice makes oikawa smirk slightly, but the fondness is there all the same.
he presses a swift but heartfelt kiss on your cheek making you laugh out in joy.
“happy valentine’s day (n/n)! love you so much kay?”, he flashes you a genuine grin, one he rarely shows in public, it’s full of childishness and excitement and you can help but but grin.
“now let’s go! we’ve got shops and cafes to visit!”
he begins to run and he grabs you by the wrist leading you to your next destination, another place to make more memories to last a lifetime.
you’re grinning so hard you think your face’ll fall off.
WOOO!! ITS STILL VALENTINE’S DAY HERE SO YES I DID IT
i love my boys all the same, but i think it’s obvious to see which ones i kind of struggled on. but! nonetheless this whole thing was really fun! i haven’t had this much fun writing in a while so it was really nice to just get back into the groove. i hope you all had a good valentine’s day!
and as always, reblogs and shares are appreciated! i hope you all stay safe! and just in case nobody told you they loved you today, i love you! you are enough! <3writing belongs to me! please do not plagiarize, repost, or translate on here or any other sites!
18 hours. You have been in the office for 18 fucking hours, and at this point if you look at your keyboard for any longer you’re pretty sure you’ll become permanently cross-eyed. So, slowly standing up, hearing the cracks in your back as you stretch, you amble your way over to the coffee machine.
Just as you reach it, you can hear a door softly open, and watch as Artem strolls out of his office. You quickly brighten up, waving tiredly over to him as you lean against the counter. “Hey Artem, what brings you out of the office?” He smiles at you, turning to open a cupboard to reach for two mugs, and your heart swims with silent fondness as he sets a mug down for you to pick up.
Many wouldn’t believe the youngest senior attorney was exhausted, or even that he was capable of exhaustion, but you noticed the miniscule eye bags and undone tie like huge red signs pointing to how tired he truly was.
“I just wanted to get a cup of coffee is all.” Your brow furrows as you remember the pristine coffee machine in the corner of his office. “Did your coffee machine break, Artem? You know you could always tell Christine and I’m sure she would get a replacement for you.” His eyes seem to widen as he glances at you again, coughing into his hand as the tips of his ears turn crimson. “My machine is perfectly fine, I simply like the coffee this machine makes better.”
You cast a side glance to the coffee machine in the break room. A hunk of metal that you sometimes hesitate to call a coffee machine given the…. “Coffee” that sometimes pours out on rougher days. You raise an eyebrow. “There’s nothing like sludge to get you through overtime, isn’t that right Mr. Wing?” Your eyes crinkle with mirth at the way his throat stutters when he quickly grabs his cup and turns back around to face the coffee maker.
As you lightly chuckle and turn to begin to make your own coffee you hear your name called, echoing in the empty law firm. “I… I don’t like the coffee.” You laugh openly now, smiling at the guilty look on his face. “I could’ve guessed that from the look on your face every time you taste it.” Artem seems to suddenly find the machine fascinating, refusing to look at you in favor of fiddling with the settings splayed across the top.
You assume the conversation is over as you chuckle softly and turn away, but Artem’s voice, wrought with all the softness you can imagine, causes you to pause. “It allows me to see you more.” He says it with such a hesitation, and you don’t think you’ve ever heard Artem this unsure.
The blood rushing through your ears doesn’t allow you to answer him, and the silence that follows is deafeningly loud. He turns to face you awkwardly, clutching the mug in his hands. “I’m sorry. That was inapprop-” the feeling of horror at the realization he was going to take it back loosens your own lips.
“I like seeing you too!” Shock spreads across both of your faces as the words are blurted out of your traitorous mouth, and he quickly raises one hand to cover his own face, coughing into it as you spot the red peeking out from underneath his fingers, matching the red spread across your own face.
“Ah. I see. Well then I am glad.” As he begins to walk back into his own office you manage to compose yourself enough to finally speak again. “You don’t have to drink that anymore. You can come visit me anytime.”
The thought of Artem leaving his office just to see you still sends your heart careening through your ribcage, but you can at least get the words to leave your throat and rest in the air. He smiles as he opens the door to return to maddening case files and paperwork, and when you leave the office two hours later, you still cannot get the words out of your mind.
Luke really didn’t think through letting you fix his board with him. Of course Luke can never really think anything through when you’re involved, but he still manages to be surprised by just how much trouble he can get himself into.
The sunlight casting over your face as you concentrate on lifting the board so he can check the truck axle for any damage has his breath hitching in his throat, and there’s only so much self control he really has before his hand impulsively twitches towards his pocket. This really isn’t the time or the place, but just the knowledge of the ring nestled inside has him feeling settled enough to look up at you again.
“You know for someone who has never skateboarded before, you sure are good at helping me fix my own board.” You scoff and he can barely smother the grin edging onto his face.
“Yeah sure, because holding a piece of wood in place is something only skateboarding experts can do.” He thinks he missed this most of all. Just talking to you, getting to ask about your day or seeing the crinkles on the corners of your eyes when you smile as you talk. The way your voice lilts as you speak, all of these things are what makes you, you. And there was only so much imagining he could do, all alone, before he started to miss seeing you in action.
“Tony Hawk only wishes he could be you~” he practically coos at you, leaning over the board to get closer as you throw your head back and laugh. He basks in the sound, something so quintessentially you, and after so long of being starved for the comfort of your voice it makes moments like these all the more special for him.
“Well alright then Sherlock,” you quickly stand up, gently pushing the board forward so he could catch it. “If I’m gonna beat Tony Hawk I better figure out how to stand on the board first.” You reach out your hand to him, and he realizes he hasn’t been this happy in eight years.
Marius likes the way you roll your eyes at him. He likes the small dance he can waltz with you in each of your conversations. He jabs, you retort. He pesters, you bristle.
It’s familiar and fun, and his favorite part is when there are moments in those small fights or petty squabbles that you laugh at his pout or petulant comment and smile.
And every brush stroke he puts onto his canvas too late at night, is to capture the pure adrenaline that smile gives him into his paintings. It’s like it’s meant to be momentary, a shooting star. Something precious and bright and special only to those that are blessed enough to see it.
But he imagines one day painting you in a wedding gown, and gets back to work. He needs to be able to paint the smile on your face in it after all.
artem’s eyes widen, finding himself frozen at the sound of your voice. your teasing tone reminds him of long nights in his dorm room, your laughter echoing across the blank walls as you joked about how much he threw himself into his studies. he meets your gaze, your eyes reminding him of afternoons in the library. he remembers looking across the wooden table to find you already looking back at him, a small smile playing on your lips, making his chest ache. you reach a hand out to gently shove his shoulder, reminding him of the times it accidentally brushed his own on early morning walks to class.
“you’re back in town?” he asks, thought it seemed more like a statement than a question. an observation. you were actually right here. in front of him. in the very place you met all those years ago, the campus park.
you look down, your fingers fiddling with the hem of your shirt. “are you…seeing anyone?”
artem’s mouth parts in shock, not expecting that you’d ask him that question. you’ve lost touch, and that’s the first thing you ask? still, he furiously shakes his head in response, “i’ve never been…”
“neither have i.” you grin, raising an eyebrow at him, “so you won’t mind me asking you out…on a date?”
“really?” he tilts his head to the side, unable to believe your words. you were asking him out? you had never been in a relationship? but you were…well, you. the most wonderful person he’s ever met.
“i was waiting for you to ask me for years,” you roll your eyes, but the way you chuckled through your sentence suggested anything but anger, “figured i should help you out a little now.”
“i’d…” he trails off, his cheeks turning pink and heart threatening to beat out of his chest. artem sighs – somewhat wistful – you never lost your effect on him. “…really like that.”
from elle ! nothing can convince me that artem didn’t have some sort of pseudo-s/o while he was in uni?? like yeah, okay i can see him never being in a relationship bc of acads buttt i mean he looked like that,, no way in hell that someone didn’t fall for him. and no way did he never experience love at the time >_<
it takes exactly one second for luke to realize that it was the dumbest joke he had ever made. his lips part to mumble out an apology, the tips of his ears turning red in embarrassment, a hand moving to scratch the back of his neck, but something stops him in his tracks. you’re laughing.
and it wasn’t just any kind of laughter. it’s the kind of laughter that had you throwing your head back, the kind of laughter that had you squeezing your eyes shut, the kind of laughter that had other cafe guests looking over to your table wondering what all the commotion was about.
then your laughter dies down and you smile. the kind of smile that made his heart flutter. a feeling once familiar, but was once caused by somebody else. luke wanted to smile back, but it falters just as soon as the corners of his lips twitched upwards.
“i don’t think i can do this,” he breathes out, “it’s just-i was…in love with someone…for a really long time.”
luke waits for your disappointed words, to hear your wooden chair scratching against the tiled cafe floor, but instead he feels a warm hand enveloping his own.
you’re reaching across the table, your head tilted to the side, a gentleness to the sound of your voice, “i understand, take as much time as you need. when you’re ready, i’ll be here.”
his eyes widen, looking up to meet yours. there’s not a single trace of anger in yours, finding a reflection of himself instead. there’s a small jolt of electricity that shot through his veins, noticing the comfort that came with the way you smiled. part of him knew, he was going to fall in love with you. maybe not now, but someday he will. that much he knew for certain.
so luke places his other hand on top of yours, letting your warmth envelop him entirely, “thank you.”
from elle ! yes luke i will wait for you. as long as you want bb ;-;
in which luke realizes it’s ok to be selfish for once. (requested)
It’s been two years, and even then, Luke thinks that you’re the most beautiful person he’s ever laid his eyes on.
You’d finally taken and passed your senior attorney exam, and your co-workers took it upon themselves to throw you a celebration. He watches as you, along with your new, golden badge neatly pinned onto the lapel of your jacket, laughed along with Kiki and Celestine. Out of nowhere, Artem and Marius pop up from the crowd, the younger male seemingly having just arrived. Luke figured that was the case, as he handed you a neatly wrapped package along with a tight hug, one that you surprisingly welcomed and returned.
“You know, you could go and talk to her right now.” He gave a small smile of acknowledgement to Vyn, who joined him in leaning against the function room’s back wall.
“I could, but should I?” Seeing you, happily mingling with your friends was definitely a sight to behold for him, so much so that even from the distance, he could feel the warmth your presence emits. “She looks happy.”
“Both you and I know she’d be happier with you around.” Turning to look at the newly arrived person, Luke’s wide irises met Marius’ surprisingly soft gaze. “It’s been confirmed that you’re fully cured already.Be selfish for once,Sherlock. Their happiness has always been entwined with yours, it always has been, always will be.”
Distracted by the two men’s constant attempts to convince him, he didn’t notice you frantically navigating yourself through the crowd. As much as he’d tried to disguise himself, you’d always recognize him. How could you not, really? After all those years of being with him, you have already memorized his familiar build, from the tufts of bright hair sticking out from the haphazardly-placed hat to his unconscious habit of fiddling with scraps of metal he -for some reason- carries around.
“Luke! Luke… is that you?”
His head snaps up in record time, frantically looking around before his eyes finally settled on your heaving form. It was like time stopped outside the little bubble enclosing the two of you, the other only focusing on the other’s presence. After months of longing, of wondering how the other was doing, of thinking about how it would feel like to embrace their beloved once again— if only for a moment. But now… maybe now that if only could finally happen in reality.
“I… I’m sorry.”
He had so many words to say, yet that was all Luke could really say. You stood there, motionless for a while, before walking closer and taking his arm, bringing him to a more secluded area. As soon as you got there, he barely had time to prepare himself before you slapped him. Hard.
Luke closed his eyes, letting you release all the pent-up anger you felt towards him. It’s what I deserve, he thought. All the while, your hits eventually become weaker and weaker, and only then does he realize that you’d been sobbing uncontrollably. He engulfed you in a hug, ignoring your protests that were growing weaker the closer he held you, until you eventually gave up playing tough and held onto him for dear life, with him doing his best to quell your tears as he dealt with his. You may have an anger towards him for disappearing on you for the second time, but your love for your Sherlock was greater.
Three minutes later, two hushed voices were heard from the area.
“You’re an asshole.”
“I know.”
“You could have told me about everything.”
“I know.”
Another bout of silence.
“I love you.”
The confession rings in the air, and while you had your ear pressed to his chest, you could hear the rapid beating of his heart. If you craned your head up right then and there, you would have been greeted with the sight of a flushed Detective Luke Pearce, and even with his tear-stained eyes and messy hair, he still looked as stunning as ever.
“And I, you, my Watson.”
He knew the both of you had a lot to talk about, and he knew that he needed to earn your trust back bit by bit, but he knows your longstanding love can handle more than that. He’s faced death way too many times to count on one hand, and a few days ago only did he escape his latest encounter, but with you by his side, he’s never felt more alive.
in which you are easily flustered, and vyn thinks that’s adorable. (requested)
“Good morning, did you have a good rest?”
Rubbing your eyes, it took a while for your fuzzy brain to register what was going on in front of you.
“Good mornin- wait, what?” You didn’t know why, but somehow you failed to realize that your boyfriend of five months slept over for the first time last night, and he was standing in front of your stove in a loosely-tied robe and frazzled hair, flipping the fluffiest pancakes you’ve ever seen as you try to keep your gaze on anything but the silver of his chest peeking out from the top of the robe. It was a far cry from his typical polished look, but man, what a sight to behold.
While you were in your own little world, Vyn deduced what was going on from your red cheeks and wandering eyes. With a barely noticeable smirk, he decides to have a littlebit of fun this early in the morning.
When you eventually come to your senses, he asks you to set the table as he finishes up the last of the batter. Vyn sits in front of you, subtly adjusting his hair, very much aware of your eyes following his every move. He continues on with conversation with you as usual, distracting you just enough for him to set up his plan.
You reach for a napkin to dab at your mouth when he follows along with his own hand, picking up one before you.
“Allow me, dearest.” He gently brings it to your mouth, leaning over and dabbing away at the crumbs surrounding your mouth as your brain goes into overdrive.
He’s so close- oh gosh how does someone smell so good? He looks even more ethereal up close how could I not have noticed this earlier??
Vyn just chuckles at how you look right now as he leans back into his seat- your flushed face, mouth opening and closing repeatedly, trying to form a coherent sentence. He absolutely loves it when you get flustered so easily.
“We’ve been together for this long, and yet, you still get flustered over the tiniest things, darling.” He himself turns a lovely shade of pink, moving over to ensnare you in his arms, giving you the sweetest peck on the cheek and relishing in the reaction that followed, coaxing you to remove your hands from your face. After all, he wanted to see his pretty baby’s bashful face once again. If this is what it would be like waking up early, he’d give up his afternoon sleep-ins without a second thought.
ps i made luke’s part a bit longer because i favour his simps today <3
…artem wing
you would expect him to be as stiff as a board when you both cuddle for the first time but surprisingly he isn’t !
he’s still very flustered though, even if it’s not your first time cuddling, so he would definitely prefer a position where you don’t see his face, such as spooning where he’s the big spoon, cradling you in his arms as if you are made of glass, as if you’re bound to break any second if he makes the wrong move.
he takes in the scent of your hair, leaving multiple delicate, soft kisses on the shell of your ear. he also says soft repeated confessions of how much he loves you, how he’d want you to be his forever as you both nod into sleep.
…vyn richter
he loves any position as long as he can hold you close to him, and you’re both comfortable ! he loves when you lie on his chest, feeling his heartbeat quickening every second.
he cards his slender fingers through your hair softly, making small braids using a few strands. you melt in his touch as the psychiatrist hums a few notes in content, whispering sweet nothings into your ear.
vyn adores how peaceful you look in your sleep, brushing strands of hair from your face and admiring your beauty.
… luke pearce
baby boy gets really flustered easily :( even the slightest move from you sends him into a blushing mess, leaving him not knowing what to do. despite all of the years you both have been best friends, it would take a whole lot of time for luke himself to relax and calm his pounding heart.
once he does start warming up and getting comfortable, he would press little sweet kisses wherever he finds nearest — the top of your head, your forehead, your ear, etc. he holds you close to his chest as if it was the end of the world, and he looks at you with the most endearing gaze ( with a little blush here and there because it wouldn’t be theusually blushy lucas pearce without it ).
would watch you flutter your eyes shut and go into slumber. even if you’re asleep he couldn’t hold himself back from giving you more and more kisses, since he loves you so much. in this stage he’ll tell you everything he wanted to say to you, but didn’t have the confidence to. how beautiful your eyes are, how he wants this moment to last forever,anything and everything he has always wanted to reveal.
… marius von hagen
despite his busy schedule as the ceo of the pax group, marius would always manage to make time to spend with you, with a good 5O% of it being cuddling. he loves holding you close to him, anywhere, anytime.
he prefers you facing his chest as he brings you closer towards him. that way, he would see how flustered he could possibly make you and maybe make some teasing remarks about your expression, depending on how he’s feeling at the moment. but sometimes, he feels a bit more genuine, so all that comes out of his mouth are soft compliments, telling you how lucky he is to have you, and such as he caresses your face with his free hand, the other wrapped around your torso. marius smiles as he sees your tired expression, noticing how your eyes get droopier and droopier, soon leaving you asleep.
he sighs affectionately, leaving a kiss on your lips before entering dream land as well.
Summary: Your favourite character touches you under the table during a NXX meeting ! ~
Artem Wing ⚖️
while Luke is talking about remarkable cases, Artem slides his hand under the table and makes it seem like he’s resting it on his thigh
he is not
he is resting it on yourthigh
when he looks over to you and notices you’re blushing, he smiles gently
moves his hand upwards slowly
is a bit nervous tho and his movements are a bit shaky
when you put your hand on his thigh, he blushes a lot lot
probably would whisper to you: “You know what I am going to do to you if you keep going like this, right?”
Vyn Richter Ψ
so first of all I think he would be most likely to touch you
because it’s kind of a mind game and Vyn loves them
he probably also loves putting you in dilemmas you can’t get out of without his help
while Artem is talking about more or less important cases he looked at, Vyn caresses your knee with his nails
“What is it my dear? Are you feeling ill? Your face is all red and hot.”
puts his hand under your skirt slowly and slides your underwear aside
“Maybe you need a little treatment, my dear. ~”
you suddenly feel his fingers slowly diving into your meow meow
has control over the situation and that makes him feel great
but! i don’t get severe dom vibes from him I get more of a switch vibe if that makes sense so don’t expect him to go full daddy mode or stuff like that
but wait
WAIIIIIIIIIIIIT
would he like being called-?
omg i think-
Marius von Hagen ☆
does it while Vyn is talking about stuff he finds boring
sneakily brushes his slender fingers over your private parts
looks at you with a smirk
kinda wishes you would do this to him though
“You ok, Missy? I know it’s hard to stay calm in the presence of a super model but you don’t have to blush that much just because of that!” *smirk*
goes further and rubs your sensitive spot all of a sudden
now you smack his hand and tell him to do it at home and not here
“What do you mean? ”
it takes another smack to make him stop
Luke Pearce ✿
would be too innocent to do it in my opinion
but if he does do it, he does it without giving anyone the chance to catch you
does it while everyone is taking a small break and chats
keeps his composure pretty well actually
softly rubs his firm hand over the inside of your thigh
Summary: The boys reacting to you calling them a “good boy” ! ~
Artem Wing ⚖️
what… did you just… call him???
do you want to kill him?
it’s discussable if he is a dom or sub but his brain short-circuits for a moment
his cheeks are glowing red
“Are you speaking to me?”
will try to look it up in his romance 101 book but there’s nothing written about being called a good boy and what to do if this certain scenario occured in his daily life
won’t disapprove of you calling him that
will think about it all day
Vyn Richter Ψ
ok listen this man may like praise
and he likes hearing you assure him that he is more than just the well known psychiatrist to you
hopes you only call him that and no one else
clears his throat
“Say that again?”
“You’re my good boy!”
blush blush blush but also smirk smirk smirk
tries to keep his composure and finds out about a new side of him
will talk about how it made him feel a certain way being called that in his audio journal
Marius von Hagen ☆
his cocky smile from before turns into a slightly embarrassed one
ohdamn.exe
“M-Missy, since when are you so bold? That’s my job!”
he tries to hide his awkwardness but fails at it
he will beg you to say it again often
when you say it in bed tho-
watch him melt and become putty in your hands
Luke Pearce ✿
“Eh?! Me?!”
doesn’t know if he likes it or not
he is a good man now, not a boy anymore!
ok maybe he does like it after thinking about it
yep, he definitely likes it
but he likes it in a more romantic way
he doesn’t mind hearing it from you in less romantic and more intimate scenarios tho
An Angel’s caresses | Vyn Richter | Tears Of Themis
Genre: Fluff, slight Angst in the beginning
Warnings: slight Angst
Word count:1,205
Summary: You turn into a cat and seek shelter at Vyn’s house, where he takes care of you.
I highly recommend listening to “Out of the Woods” by Gavin Luke after the Angst part! <3
A gentle wind brushes over your body. It’s howling and the rustling leaves are loud, but resemble quietness at the same time.
Where are you?
You get up, and notice something weird. You weren’t standing on two legs, but rather four, and your body was covered in black fur. Looking down, at the bottom of your feet, there were squishy, pink paws.
You couldn’t believe your eyes. The last thing you can remember is resting on your couch in your apartment, and now you are a cat? Alone in the forest? Considering the situation, you are a bit scared. Suddenly, it starts to rain.The dirt under your feet mixes up with the rain and forms sticky mud. You look up into the sky and see the moon shining beautifully.
You look around, trying to find a place to hide under, but there are only trees and bushes, which let every drop of rain through, so you decide to run. You don’t know where, but something pulls you to the north.
After running for about three minutes, you feel hopeless. It seems like there is no end to this forest. You decide to stop for a moment to catch your breath, when you hear a noise in a bush next to you. Standing still, you waited for something to happen.
Suddenly, you see two intimidating eyes peaking out between the leaves. You take a step back. A few seconds later, a fox jumps in your direction. You barely dodge him and start running again. With the fox running after you, you run and run faster and faster. You know, if you stop now, you are going to be this fox’s dinner. Your legs start to give up, and you come to terms with not making it out of this situation alive.
Like a miracle, you finally see light at the end of the forest. You run towards it, picking up your speed one last time and spot a house with a big garden. Your instincts take over and you jump into the garden and onto a high fence. A fence, too high for the fox to reach.
Still in shock, you meow for help, hoping for somebody to run out of the house and make the fox run away. So you meow, and meow, and meow.
Finally, you hear a door unlocking. When you see who walks out of the house, you start to recognize your surroundings. It’s Vyn, and the garden you were in was the one in front of his house. Vyn looked at you, then at the fox. He frightens off the fox with the oil lamp in his hands and then looks at you. You meow at him, trying to talk. He smiles: “Poor kitty.”
In this moment, soft hands pick you up and drag you into the house. It’s very cozy and warm, compared to the cold and windy forest outside. “I will be right back, do not fear, kitty”, he assures you with a fond glance. You wait, still unable to comprehend what is happening. In the kitchen, a pot seems to boil on the stove. It smells like tea, which is highly normal considering you are at Vyn’s house.
Vyn comes back with a soft blanket and an old but clean and soft brush. “Come here, we have to get you clean and warm”, he says in a soft voice. The blanket is now gently laid over you. He heads back to the kitchen to get a small bowl with water in it. He puts it in front of you and looks at you: “Drink some water, you must be exhausted.” He talks to you like to a human. You bow your head down to drink the water and instantly feel refreshed.
After you feel hydrated again, you notice Vyn picking up the brush and slowly and gently brushing through your hair. “My, my, so much mud. Do not worry, you will be clean again”, he says while removing the mud and dirt from your fur.
“And look at your paws, I will have to get a wet towel for this.”
Vyn gets up again and picks up a towel, soaking it in warm water. When he gets back, he cleans your paws with his graceful hands.
“I have to say, you are a very calm cat. Other cats would have scratched my face beyond recognition now.”, he then adds another sentence, “You remind me of a friend of mine. She can be impulsive, but in general, she is a very calm and nice person. I really like her.”
Is he talking about you?
You meow.
“I know, she really is unique. I wish to spend a lot more free time with her, not solely when we solve cases together”, Vyn explains with a slightly gloomy facial expression. You want to spend more time with him too, but you weren’t able to tell him that before. You would love to tell him now, but the only thing coming out of your mouth are cute meows.
He smiles. Then he sits next to you on the couch he laid you on, gently placing you onto his lap. You are still snuggled into the blanket, but most of the warmth you feel comes from Vyn’s body.
“I really like you. Maybe I should keep you”, he says in a soft tone and gently pets you. His soft hands carefully brushing over your body feel like an angel caressing you.
“If only I could do this with her as well.”
That’s when your surroundings start to mix and get blurry.
You wake up and realize it was all a dream.
You are kinda sad about it, but also happy to be a human again.
When you go to work to the NXX headquarters, you immediately start to notice Vyn. There is something slightly off about him. “Vyn! Are you ok? You look distressed”, you say in a concerned tone.
Vyn smiles at you and assures you: “Everything is alright. I just happened to have an unusual dream last night.” You giggle and answer: “Me too! I turned into a cat or something and-” That’s the moment when you stop explaining, because you remember exactly what you saw in your dream. Vyn looks at you with widened eyes: “A cat? That is… interesting. ” You nod and continue to explain, trying not mention him: “I was running away from a fox when I found a house and a nice gentleman took care of me.”
Vyn’s eyes widened more, but he quickly found his composure again and smiled brightly at you: “That sounds like a pretty scary dream, Y/N.”
You nod: “Not at all, well, the beginning, yes. But the way the, uhm, gentleman took care of me and assured me that everything was going to be ok made me calm down. The most marvelous thing was, when he put me in a blanket and, well, what I want to say is, I kinda wish it was real.”
After this long explanation, Vyn answers: “We two had a very similar dream.”
You start to put two and two together and feel your face heaten up.
Then Vyn calmly says: “I wish it was real too, Y/N.”
Hardworking, diligent, Mr. Senior Attorney Artem, who doesn’t know when to stop working. Always going so far to bring home work despite your disapproving and worried stares. But lately he’s not bringing home as much work anymore nor staying at the office for unnecessary overtime.
Celestine and Rosa chalks it up to Artem finally using his time to spend time for your relationship and promptly congratulates you. Well, they’re not entirely wrong. You and Artem have been indeed spending more time together; but instead of the dates his co-workers expected, you spend the nights at Artem’s with his cock down your throat and your cunt on his face.
Pussy-drunk is the best word to describe Artem as he settles your hips over him, inhaling the scent of your cunt, anticipating your juices on his tongue. It’s his best way of destressing – you sitting over his face, all of his senses only focused on you, drowning away any thoughts he has left. If he can speak, he’d be singing praises about how you’re so wet and taste so good, but he can barely breathe as it is. All he knows right now is how to curl his tongue inside your cunt.
Artem’s so focused on you that he can’t even string any thoughts on how good you’re making his cock feel. As you bend over his leaking cock, stroking and swallowing hungrily. “Oh, you like that, love?” you’d sometimes ask, but all you get in reply is another twitch of his cock. You lift your hips momentarily over his face, letting Artem gasp in lungfuls of air. But his large hands are already grabbing you back down. “No, no, no, please, more. I need more.”
When you finally orgasm, Artem makes sure to get as much of your nectar on his tongue, the wet noises of his slurping disgustingly lewd and incredibly out of his usual composed demeanor. At this point, you’d be slowly stroking his cock, your hand already messy with his precum as you amusedly huff at how Artem bucks his hips in the air. If he could cum from just eating you out, he would. But as it is, you move off his face, straddling his hips instead.
Teasing him with a smile, running the tip of his cock over your still-sensitive folds that has you shivering. Artem can only look at you, panting, pupils blown wide in lust, a strangled groan from his throat as you finally sheathe him inside you. “We still have the rest of the night, love,” you whisper; and all Artem can do is nod, that yes, spending nights like this is definitely better than working overtime.
Despite his “kingly” stature and basically being a modern royalty, Marius isn’t fully comfortable when you service him. He wants to do the servicing, the pampering. He wants to be the one to give you the world and worship you until his last breath. But you insist, and he’ll never deny your wishes. So you’d get on your knees, already naked, situating yourself between his thighs as Marius’ breath hitches. He can’t take his eyes off you as your dainty hands unzip him and free his already hardening cock. He can’t even breathe, afraid to ruin the moment, taking in the sight so he could remember it forever.
It’s only when you kiss the head of his cock that he lets out a shuddering exhale. The way you give kitten licks at his cock, teasing him until he is fully hard. He can’t even complain, too busy trying to regulate his breathing. If anyone else saw him, they’d see a powerful king and his bitch; but you both know who holds the real power here.
His harsh grip on the arms of his opulent chair makes the wood groan when you finally take more of him down to your throat, moaning seductively at how thick he is on your tongue. “Jie…ngh…sh-shit,” Marius groans, all he want to do was throw his head back and lose all of his thoughts; but his eyes are glued to you – your plump lips around his cock, the drool staining your chin, your teary eyes as you look up at him, taking him until he hits the back of your throat. “Sh-shit, so good. Wanna f-fuck your throat, jie jie. So warm a-and tight. Ngh!”
There are times Marius can’t take it anymore, relieving himself by fucking your face, hips harshly thrusting as he bruises your throat, hand still gentle and yet firmly gripping your hair. His eyes would never look away from yours, as if seeking apology for his rough treatment, but he’s lost his will to pleasure. “Fu-fuck! You’re so filthy, jie jie. Letting me fuck your face like this. You getting off on this, jie jie? I can see you squirmi– ngh!” When your hands clearly move down between your legs, he nearly loses it. “You– shit– you must be so fucking wet, baby. I can hear your sloppy cunt from up here.”
And when he unloads his cum on your face and chest, painting you with his seed, Marius wastes no time in pulling you up and putting you on the chair – or rather, throne. He’s immediately on his knees, spreading your legs wide on the armrests. He dives in on your cunt, licking and slurping, making sure he gets every drop of your nectar on his tongue. “Taste so good– fucking exquisite. I could be on my knees all day for you.”
Marius is shameless in eating you out. Manners all gone, he’s as loud as he can be, moaning into your cunt, sucking at your clit and using his fingers to make you leak more. “Squirt on my face, baby, want to taste you.” It’s not long before you succumb to the pleasure, screaming out his name as you release all over his waiting tongue. You whine weakly as he cleans you up, not letting any of your juices go to waste. When Marius looks up at you, messy hair, smirking and satisfied at the state you are in; it’s not long before the hunger in your gut settles in again. And for him, on his knees looking up at you – Marius would never deny you more, thinking how fitting you are to be hisqueen.
…. dances with you in the warm comfort of home. he’s a rather private person, and would like to keep affectionate moments between the two of you alone (or maybe your pet can know).
he has a playlist of songs both you and he really like, and he’ll play them whenever you’re over (he keeps adding new additions every time you mention a new song that you liked to him, and it’s really large at this point of time). but he also has this playlist of songs that are soft and slow, and remind him of you ― they’re the ones he plays at times like these.
he sneaks up behind you when you’re doing something, and hugs you before placing a kiss on the top of your head. he’ll slowly intertwine his fingers with yours, and then he’ll pull you away from whatever you were doing (it’s hard to get mad at him because a; he only does it when he’s sure you’re not busy and b; he looks really happy).
he leads you through his home, making sure not to bump into anything before finally ending it with a comical flourish that has never failed to make you laugh. immediately tugs you in for a long session of much needed cuddles right after, and refuses to let go until you agree with his bargain of kisses (which i think, is something you definitely don’t mind).
marius von hagen…
…. pulls you in for a dance when he’s been away from a long time (even though it’s only been a day) and wants to spend some time with you (it’s honestly just an excuse for him to hold you in his arms).
he hums to a song he’s been listening to all week as he twirls you around, but then decides he wants to listen to it again, so he plays it over the speakers, effectively (fake) exasperating you because, well, it’s that song again.
he, like artem, pulls you away from whatever you are doing at the moment, but he however, does not have any regard for it; he has a million ways to convince you to take a break and dance with him ― and they work every single time, because he knows what to say and do to.
cuts your dance sessions short so he can kiss you hard enough to leave you breathless, and then swoop you off your feet and carry you around. he only sets you down when he has remarked a very on-brand marius von hagen tease and he’s seen your flustered face (even though he pretends he hasn’t, only to fluster you further). traps you in his arms so you can’t get away from him, but eventually relaxes his hold as he excitedly tells you all about his day (and listens to yours, too).
luke pearce…
…. randomly tugs you along to dance with him at the most random of places and moments (he feels joy when he hears a favourite song of his play, or whenever one of yours comes along, and he wants to share it with you).
his selection of songs is random too ― you can never predict what song will come up when, and what he’s going to do then. but his spontaneity is absolutely charming, and watching him have fun is enough to make you want to join him (and all he does is playfully smirk at you as he pulls you alongside).
luke doesn’t like disturbing you when you’re working (he doesn’t like it either), so he stays still up until you’re finished with it, or up until he decides that you need a little break. then he carries you away without waiting for a response, and gives you a brilliant smile that doesn’t let you be mad at him (because how could you in the first place? he knows this weakness, and exploits it to his full advantage).
rather than actually dancing to a dance, most of the time, he’ll be recreating memes and leaves you in exploding laughter, and clutching at your sides. but when he is dancing, he definitely drags you with him, because the more the merrier, or so he says. he can and he will start to chase you around in the middle of dancing, and eventually, tackles you into a tired cuddle session.
vyn richter…
…. likes to act like the distinguished gentleman that he is, and asks for a dance with you (knowing fully that you’ll accept, but he likes to watch the smile on your face when he does it).
his records play old, soft and slow songs, that are perfect for starry summer nights, or cold, rainy evenings, or early sunrises ― and leave you warm and fuzzy on the inside (he adores this particular record, and watching his eyes light up as you suggest playing it makes it even better).
most of the time, it’s really peaceful around him, and that means you finish your work faster (and maybe, watching him work, makes you want to do yours, too), leaving you with a lot of free time and even more boredom. he immediately recognises your habits to entertain yourself, and makes an offer to you for a dance (the formal way as one would at a ball), as he too, has wrapped up his work (or is taking a break).
slow dancing is something he loves ― his movements are elegant and graceful, as he maneuvers you around with ease (but there’s something so him about the way he dances, that it doesn’t feel right when you’re dancing with someone else). he twirls you around more than usual or dances faster than what you’re used to when he’s feeling mischievous ― and then chuckles at your pouty face, but falls back into the rhythm eventually. he likes to finish dances together by spinning you around in the air and ending it with a kiss (read: kisses, because he’s not going to stop at one).
✦ notes; aaaaahhh i’m so sorry for being so inactive as of late! to make up for it, please have these hcs, and i promise i’ll be more active from now on- ily all <3
A/N: i haven’t written anything for Vyn yet and that is a crime. I have now remedied that.
Description: What was supposed to be the usual Saturday afternoon tea with Vyn, ended in a confession with a line of kisses so sweet both of you forgot about the snacks you were supposed to share.
Tags: fluff, fem!reader, first kiss type bEAT
Word Count: 1800
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Tea with Vyn was an afternoon affair you always enjoyed. It made your Saturdays a little brighter, his company something you always looked forward to being in. He simply had this comforting aura about him that drew you in, and admittedly, drew you in far enough to entertain the thought of being in love with him. Well, this feeling you had didn’t have any other name for it. The way your heart pounded just by being with him made it adamantly clear that you were in love, so today’s goal would be to make it known to him.
There was a high chance that Vyn was well aware of your attraction to him, but he always played off your previous advances. You did as well truthfully, never knowing if it was the right time to tell him such a thing. He always did his best to make encounters of that nature as normal as possible to save you from embarrassment, which made it difficult for you to tell if he even shared that same kind of interest in you as well. He was a master at masking himself. Vyn did however have one slip up last week that gave you enough of a reason to make today the day you confess to him.
Earlier in the week, you had caught him staring at you. Your sunglasses that day were dark enough to hide exactly where you were looking, which allowed you to catch his eye over the top of a book in his office when you visited. That look in his eye was delicate; full of admiration and care, watching you and you alone. Only when you took off your sunglasses did that gaze hide away and return to professionalism, but you caught it, and it was enough. He wasn’t the only one who could read body language.
Now you made your way to Vyn’s residence, excited as ever to finally confess to him. You weren;t embarrassed at all, or fearful for the matter. Your confidence was at an all time high, and you wanted to make this moment right. Bringing nothing but yourself and a hopeful smile, you entered his home, ready to start the afternoon with him.
“Vyn, I’m here!” You called out after knocking.
“In the kitchen!” He called back in response.
You made your way through his home into the kitchen as he said, finding him standing there brewing some tea as always. He wore an open white button down shirt with the sleeves rolled up, a grey vest being the only thing to tie his outfit together, the rest being otherwise very casual for his usual style. At the sound of your footsteps he turned to face you, pleasantly surprised by your casual but very flattering outfit. You wore it on purpose, combining your laid back nature with bits from your formal attire usually worn for work at the firm. His eyes betrayed him once again as he looked you up and down, wearing a smile you’d kill to see every day.
“You look quite nice today ______. What’s the occasion?” He asked teasingly.
“Is the occasion of visiting you not enough of an excuse to dress up a little?” You replied with your own teasing lilt to your tone. “You look quite handsome today if I do say so myself. Any occasion you’re dressing for then?”
He huffed, caught in your words. “I suppose you and I share the same reasoning then. An afternoon with you is reason enough.”
“Exactly~”
“Please, have a seat. The tea is almost ready. There are also macarons on the table for you to try if you’d like.” He then offered, gesturing to the sitting room just next to the kitchen.
You nodded in thanks and paced into the room, sitting down in one of the chairs there. You did briefly look at the macarons and think about taking one, but your vision left the table after only a few seconds to settle on Vyn once again. A snack could wait. Watching Vyn was far more attractive than the treats offered to you.
You shamelessly watched as he poured from an elegant teapot into two teacups, going slow and treating the action as if it were a ritual that needed to be done perfectly. After he poured his first cup of tea though, he felt your gaze trained on him. He took a moment to glance over at you and caught your eyes with his, a little smirk playing on his lips when you didn’t break eye contact with him.
“If you keep staring at me like that, I may mistake your intentions for something a little more flirtatious~” He hummed, intending to simply tease you.
“Oh, Vyn, it wouldn’t be a mistake though.” You replied nonchalantly.
He paused, not expecting that to be your answer. Vyn stared at you with wide eyes, truly surprised while he absently poured tea into your cup to the point of overflowing. The hot water rose over the lip of the cup and onto his fingers, burning them instantly. Though the water was not boiling, it was still hot enough to hurt, and he hissed in a flustered fury when the pain set in. This made you leap from your seat and rush back over to him, your attention refocused from flirting to first aid.
As bad as you wanted to indulge in the rarity that was a flustered Vyn, his reddened fingers were more of a concern to you now. He had already put the teapot down, so you started a stream of cold water in the sink and took his hand, bringing it under the cold water to stop any further damage. He was still quite confused by your words, so he truthfully wouldn’t have thought to run his hand under cold water if it weren’t for your switch up.
The silence continued, only the sound of you muttering something about him being more careful when pouring hot water leaving your lips while his hand cooled under the water. Vyn watched you care for him, softened by how gentle you were with him until you were sure it would be no more than a slight burn. His gaze was soft and loving once more, admiring your side profile until the water was shut off, bringing him back to reality.
“That should be fine. Be more careful when pouring tea, hey?” You sighed, letting go of his hand.
“______… Do you…” He paused, his mind still very much lost in thought about you and what you said.
“Ah, I am the cause of this, now that I think about it.” You sighed with a smile. “If you are asking me about what I said, then yes. I must admit that I do look at you with such eyes quite often, Vyn. Today, I simply couldn’t help myself. It seems it caused you some pain though…”
“I was caught off guard, I will say.” He mused.
“I simply think that it’s about time you know that my gaze is full of love for you. Now that your hands aren’t full of hot water, I can say that without causing another burn.” You chuckled.
“How… How formal.”
“Is that not your style?” You jested. “I figured a formal confession may be the appropriate way to let you know of my feelings…”
“Mmm… Honestly I… I would prefer it if it was more your style: direct, intentional, and full of that carefree love you say you have for me.” He explained. “A little more… Like this…”
He leaned in close, touching shoulders with you before he leaned down and captured your lips with his. It was such a delicate gesture, so soft and caring that you nearly didn’t register it as a kiss. Only when his still warm hand from the hot water came up and held your cheek did you realize this was his confession in return, completely melting into him. You turned to face him head on, placing your hands on his shoulders to get a better angle as you indulged in the kiss, ever grateful for the gentle caresses you felt against your skin while he pulled you in close. It was a dream come true, and you were genuinely saddened when he broke away from you with a huff.
“My apologies I-”
“Don’t.” You interrupted. “God, don’t ever apologize for that. In fact, do it more. Kiss me again, please.”
“Do you have any idea how long I’ve waited to hear words of that sort from you?” Vyn mumbled.
“If it’s as long as I’ve wished to say those words, then yeah. I think I know where you’re coming from.” You chuckled.
“May I be selfish?” He asked.
“Be as selfish as you need. If you want it, take it from me.”
And he did. His hands took a more authoritative hold on you, gripping your waist and pushing you back into the inward corner of the counter. He kissed you again when your back hit the edge, pressing his whole body against you with a feverish need for more. His kisses did not linger at your lips, instead trailing down your jaw and neck in an attack of pent up desire. The feeling was nice, happily tilting your head to give him more room. Each kiss was gentle; filled with care of the highest degree as he worshiped every inch of skin he could. Your lips were still his main focus though, and he came right back to them after a few moments of appreciation so he could indulge in the feeling of you returning the gesture.
Eventually, all he wanted was to hold you, his kisses coming to a stop as he drew you into a warm hug. He had gotten his fill, and simply wished to exist with you now. Having you in his arms would be enough, a soft sigh escaping him while he took in your scent.
“Vyn?” You spoke up softly.
“Mmm?”
“I love you, you know that, right?”
He pulled back just enough to look down at your face. Your expression was soft with a smile, looking up at him with those eyes of yours that had captured him once before. A tiny huff left his lips as he too smiled, still holding you close.
“I love you too, ______. I could only love someone as thought provoking as you. It feels wonderful to be able to say this to you.”
“Likewise.” You nodded.
Both of you chuckled softly, still locked in an embrace in his kitchen. Nothing would ever be as sweet as this, not even the tea and snacks. This was the best possible outcome of this usual afternoon meeting, and neither of you would’ve rather had it any other way.
