Need A Nerd To Obsess Over Me

need a nerd to obsess over me <3

⤷ YANDERE NERD .ᐟ dakota b.

❝ im closin' my computer, im comin over to ya! ❞

ʚ⁺˖↬ INFO. male yandere x gn!reader, headcanons, 0.0k word nsfw/18+ oneshot coming soon. he's a verse/switch. READ PART TWO HERE.

ʚ⁺˖↬ CONTENTS. general yandere behavior (idolization, stalking, unhealthy obsession, stealing personal items), mentions of stalking/watching reader through a window/setting up cameras, reader has no specified/mentioned gender/genitalia, he's a virgin, mentions of masturbation

ʚ⁺˖↬ NOTES. guys im gonna be honest. im obsessed with this disgusting lil freak lmao. anyway sorry this is 10 billion years late, also this is EXTREMELY vanilla for some of the nasty stuff i have planned for him later lol

💌 dakota barron is a whiz kid. a star student. an academic king. graduated high school top of his class, has awards from robotics and computer clubs scattered amongst his other academic accolades– AP classes, honors club, early scholarship offers. he's tall, and lanky, with a mess of curly hair and he has to wear glasses when he's reading or staring at a computer screen.

💌 he's not popular, he's awkward, he's shy, he's a virgin who's barely even kissed anyone.

💌 to put it plainly? he's a fucking nerd.

💌 he never puts much stock into relationships and sex, barely even spends any time on friendships. to him, they're just another thing that takes up his time– time he could be using to code, or study, or work.

💌 but then he meets you.

💌 it's a simple meeting. you end up sitting next to each other on the first day of a new class. he barely notices anyone around him, focused on his own notes and his phone– but he reaches for his water bottle and knocks his favorite pen onto the floor.

💌 you bend and reach for it before he can, picking it up and kindly handing it back to him. your hand brushes against his, and a current of electricity courses through him.

💌 you introduce yourself, and dakota feels his mouth go dry at the sound of your voice. he's sure he's embarrassing himself, going red in the face and stuttering over his own name when he tries to give it to you, but he almost feels like he can't even look you in the eye– it's like looking directly into the sun.

💌 he's hooked immediately, and it doesn't take long for him to spiral into desperately needing any ounce of attention you can give him. he's able to sort of curb it for awhile– keeping the worst of his pathetic, desperate need inside. but...

💌 before you know it, you've got a lanky ass, 6'4" nerd following you around. he'll help with your homework, he'll carry your books, get you some water, whatever he has to do to chase that high that your attention seemed to give him. can you blame him? you're just so.... fucking unbelievable, so goddamn perfect. why would he want to be anywhere else?

💌 suddenly its like everything pales in comparison to you, and he's completely out of his depth. he doesn't know how to confront this– there isn't an equation he can solve or a code he can write to figure out how to behave around you. there isn't a textbook he can study and memorize front to back about you. the last thing he wants to do is fuck everything up and be seen as nothing more than a freak, a loser, a nobody in your eyes. so, maybe he overcompensates a little.

💌 you don't even have to ask, and he's already doing things for you. need someone to help you study? he's putting together flashcards and entire notebooks worth of notes, intricately put together and specifically engineered to help you absorb the information better.

💌 want him to grab you a drink or a snack from the vending machines? don't worry, he'll pay for it, don't even think about pulling your wallet out.

💌 need someone to literally just do your homework for you? he'll do it, darling. he'll give you all the answers, all you have to do is look at him with those pretty eyes and he's handing over everything.

💌 he'll do all of it, anything you might need, and all you have to do is pay attention to him. thank him. talk to him, look at him, say his name, fuck– any crumb of your attention is like his lifeline, and he finds that he can't go a fucking day without it.

💌 weekends are the worst, especially in the first few weeks before he manages to get your phone number– just in case you need help with homework or something, obviously. he starts to wonder if maybe it wouldn't be so bad for him to follow you home... peek in through a window or find some way to set up a camera. he could learn how to pick a lock, right? he's always been a fast learner... he just needs to see you.

💌 he doesn't have particularly dirty intentions when he first thinks about it. he just can't stand not seeing you, not being around you. but then he thinks about it some more... about the possibility of seeing you so calm and relaxed in your own space. of watching you sleep. of seeing you get changed...

💌 it's definitely not helping his case that his brain almost seems to stop functioning whenever you're around. he can't get enough of you, the way you sound, the way you smell, the way you move– but all he has to do is think about you and suddenly he's going haywire. he's never had to sneak away to jerk off in a public bathroom before, but now it's happening often.

💌 the amount of times he almost gets caught is honestly astounding, but mostly because he manages to find the one ounce of self control left to keep quiet until he's alone again. honestly, he's just 'lucky' it doesn't take him long to finish– not when he's thinking about you, wishing it was your hands, your mouth, your anything.

💌 he's ashamed every time. just like he's ashamed every time he lays awake in bed at night and thinks of you– and not innocently. just like he's ashamed when he starts swiping your things... little things, your favorite pen or something you were fidgeting with, maybe a chapstick or something. he just can't fucking help himself when it comes to you, darling.

💌 he needs more, and he knows it. he's starting to think that he might lose it, might already be losing it– every time he sees you, his chest aches. he's not sure if that's more painful, or the way he strains in his pants whenever you bend over, or lean in just the right way.

💌 and then by some fucking miracle, you end up choosing him to be your partner for the midterm project.

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GETAWAY CAR a social media au starring racer!suna and actress!reader

synopsis -> rintarou suna is the top formula one racer for scuderia ferrari, and he would be the top ranked in the world if not for the top driver for redbull racing aston martin: hajime iwaizumi. it’s no secret that suna has a silly celebrity crush on world famous actress [name] miya, and when it hits the tabloids that iwaizumi was seen out with her, it’s all interviewers will ask suna about. will this take their rivalry to a new level? or will suna befriend [name], and be the final match to the gasoline puddle of rumors? 

warnings -> suggestive content (nothing explicit), alcohol mentions, swearing, etc.

rating -> PG13

tags/keywords -> smau, social media au, rintarou suna, rintarou suna smau, celebrity smau, racer suna, little bits of humor i hope, angst, racer au, celebrity crush, forced proximity, crush to friends to enemies to ??, love triangle, suna x f!reader 

ongoing ! [07/09 - ]

meet the characters profile post

table of contents / masterlist [chapters 6, 7, 8, 10, 11, 13, 14, 15, & 17 owe chapter title brainstorm credits to @itsdragonius] 1. rintarou “big fan” suna 2. boys & their expensive cars 3. a hundred boys in bars 4. is it cool that i said all that? 5. i'd give up everything to be close to you 6. loving him is like driving a new maserati down a dead end street 7. the empathetic hunger descends 8. seeing you tonight... it's a bad idea, right? 9. is she friends with your friends? is she good in bed? 10. i got this one boy, & he won't stop calling 11. clandestine meetings & longing stares 12. losing him was blue / but loving him [is] red 13. don't wanna keep secrets just to keep you 14. you crashed my party & your rental cars 15. he never thinks of me, except when i'm on tv 16. this is me swallowing my pride 17. to kiss in cars & downtown bars 18. touch me while your bros play grand theft auto 19. i feel something when i see you 20. swimming in a champagne sea 21. my heart, my hips, my body, my love

2024 seats… ferrari: rintarou suna & kotarou bokuto red bull racing: hajime iwaizumi & tobio kageyama mercedes amg petronas: tooru oikawa & kiyoomi sakusa mclaren: atsumu miya & yuuji terushima  alpine (renault): shinsuke kita & aran ojiro aston martin: satori tendou & suguru daishou  kick sauber: shoyo hinata & tetsurou kuroo haas: lev haiba & akira kunimi williams: keiji akaashi & kenma kozume  visa rb (torro rosso): issei matsukawa & takahiro hanamaki  *some of these teams will be less relevant to the plot & won’t come up often

others… *other characters are most likely either mechanics, not involved, or sponsors. (ex: osamu miya’s onigiri miya is the largest contributing sponsor for mclaren in 2024) + kei tsukishima is a mechanical engineer for scuderia ferrari

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most heart wrenching piece that ive read T^T

have, do, will.

a/n: i love oikawa so, so much. happy birthday, you mf king *sobs*

content: angst | memory loss, car accident

word count: 14.2k+

[ oikawa x reader, iwaizumi x reader ]

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Please be okay. Please be okay. God, please, please, please be okay.

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the epilogue 💔💔💔

epilogue.

a/n: the end of have, do, will – if slowburns aren’t your thing, this can be read as a one shot :)

content: angst

word count: 4.4k+

[ oikawa x reader, iwaizumi x reader ]

part one. | part two.

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On the corner of the first street, Oikawa Tooru stands with one hand in his pocket and the other low at his side, a gift bag held limply in his fingers by the paper handles that hang dryly onto his sweaty palm. The spring sun is beating down against him in his button-up dress shirt. He’s in slacks and some nice sneakers, a little scuffed on the edges but still fairly new. His hair is swept neatly to the side as usual and he put on cologne this morning. Not the one he usually wears day-to-day, but the next best one after that. He hopes it’ll be enough.

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GHOST YANDERE!!!!1

. . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ [ yandere ghost ] ˎˊ˗

[part two] [oneshot]

a yandere ghost, haunting the house of his darling 💕 gn reader x male yandere headcanons. this one got long, so part 2 coming soon maybe??

tws: general yandere behavior, supernatural content, slight nsfw mentions

minors dni 🎀 18+ only

💌 he doesn't remember how he died. he doesn't even remember how long ago it was. all he knows is that he is dead, and he can't leave the house. was it his house, when he was alive? did he die there? he'll never know.

💌 life as a ghost is... empty. most people are completely incapable of interacting with him or realizing he is there. and, worse than that, as time has gone on, he has realized that it's harder for him to feel... anything.

💌 he doesn't care, because he can't feel the way humans seem to. he doesn't care if he scares people who live in his house; he doesn't care when good things happen to them, when the walls are filled with laughter, or crying. the only thing he feels is mad, that they are happy and he isn't.

💌 well. until you move in, that is.

💌 he doesn't know what's different about you. he almost doesn't notice it at first, because you come and go so quickly with the movers. he's lost track of how many times the moving boxes have lined the halls and blocked the doorways of his house, and how many new people have come and gone. he'll chase you out, like all the rest.

💌 he's preparing to start slamming cupboards in the kitchen- but then he sees you, alone in the house for the first time. and it's... different.

💌 you aren't even doing anything special. taking a break from unpacking your boxes to make yourself a meal. but there's just something about you, and when he sees you for the first time, he feels a tugging in his chest that he can't explain. if he had a heart, it would have been thundering.

💌 while he tries to convince himself it was a fluke, a one-off occurence, he finds himself following you around the house all the time to try and replicate it. and it keeps happening! his chest feels warm, he feels happy when you smile, he finds reasons to laugh!!

💌 so he follows you everywhere. he watches you cook, or work, or lounge around. he feels no shame following you when you shower, or watching you sleep. he likes watching you shower the most; he can almost imagine the heat of your skin on his...

💌 sometimes, when the fog fills up the bathroom, you swear you can almost see the outline of someone standing on the other side of the shower curtain... but no one is ever there.

💌 when you try to leave the house, the door rattles- he knows he can't follow you, and desperately tries to scare you into staying. when you inevitably ignore it and leave, he stands by the front window all day until you come back.

💌 your neighbor once stopped to ask you who was in your house all day while you were gone; she could have sworn he saw someone standing in the window...

💌 you hear little whispers of your name sometimes, and think you're imagining it. he's trying his hardest to get through to you, to say your name loud enough that you can't ignore him. he dreams of you knowing his name too, saying it over and over, chanting it when you're under him...

💌 he picks up your things, just to feel them in his hands. they feel warm, they make him feel warm. he hides them just to watch you wander around and look for them, to hear you wonder aloud what you did with them. to see you freeze when he puts them back- in a place you already looked.

💌 when you smile, he feels it. when you laugh, he feels warm. the longer you're there, in his house, he almost feels... stronger. more corporeal.

💌 he hates when you have other people over. like, capital H hates. you're the only one allowed in his house, and every time other people are around you- laughing with you, talking to you, god forbid touching you- he feels enraged. he'll slam doors, turn off stereos and TVs, knock over drinks.

💌 only once did he go so far as to knock pictures off the wall in your living room, but you cried while picking up the glass and ruined photos, and his inability to do anything more than make you shiver despite his best efforts to comfort you nearly drove him insane.

💌 still, this is what gets him to make up his mind; he needs to get you to see him. to feel him.

💌 you start catching glimpses of something out of the corner of your eye, and the prickling feeling at the back of your neck that another presence there never goes away again. just a shadow, you tell yourself, but in the back of your mind you know thats only a lie to calm yourself down. and every time you turn your head to where he's standing, your gaze zings through him like lightning, and only makes him more determined.

💌 he'll keep trying. he'll do whatever it takes to be able to feel you under his hands, to make you feel him in return. to make you hear his voice, to make you see him the way he sees you. and once he does, he'll make sure you're the last tenant in that house.

💌 once you see, once you know how much he's done, how hard he's worked for you... you'll never need anyone else again. he'll do anything. everything, for you.

💌 sorry, darling- this is only the beginning.

xoxo darling--core 🎀

PLEASE.

Yandere! Fushiguro Toji x Reader

Description: You have a one night stand with Toji and now he won’t leave you alone.

Trigger Warnings: nsfw, yandere, obsessive behavior, female reader, AFAB reader, toxic behavior, stalking, smut, unprotected sex, alternative universe (no curses), daddy kink, age gap (reader is in her early 20’s, toji is in his mid 30’s)

A/N: hello! this is my first time posting anything here. if anyone reads this, i hope you enjoy. if you do, i might continue it :)

You were uncertain how you ended up with your legs on each side of your head as this beast of a man you didn’t even know thrust deeply into you. You weren’t even aware you were this flexible before this. However, you weren’t complaining as you felt the tip of his thick, hard member collide with your g-spot repeatedly. He had made you reach your peak three times by now and it was evident that stopping wasn’t in his plans. His grunts and moans only fueled your horniness, hearing a man make some noise during intimacy could rile any woman up.

“This tight lil’ pussy is driving me crazy, sweetheart. Fuck— you gonna let me feel you come on me again? Lemme feel you flutter around my cock, baby, please.” He begged into your ear, his low, raspy voice sending waves of pleasure all over your body. This man knew what he was doing to you.

You moaned loudly, feeling his dick twitch inside you. “I need it, Toji! Don’t fucking stop!”

“That’s right. Say my fuckin’ name, baby. Tell me who this pussy belongs to.” You thought this to be impossible, but he started drilling you harder, making your eyes roll to the back of your skull and forcing you to succumb into the delightful sensation that his large prick brought you. The room was filled with the sound of his heavy balls slapping against your ass repeatedly, your juices pooling on the sheets of the bed. It didn’t take long for your pussy to clench around his dick, announcing the arrival of your orgasm.

“Oh fuck! I’m gonna— I’m g-gonna come, Toji!” You gasped as you squeezed his cock, making him shudder. You were forcing him to come.

“Holy s-shit.” He cursed as you milked his cock. Long, thick spurts of semen started painting your walls white, making your combined juices overflow from your abused hole. He stilled inside your pussy as he finished riding his high, laying his head on your breasts once he was done.

You thought it was over, until you felt him starting to suckled on your nipples.

“Lemme take you again, sweetheart.” He groaned, his voice muffled by your breasts. Jesus, does this man have unlimited energy? He flipped you over onto your stomach on a swift motion, as if you weighed nothing to him. Somehow, you still had enough strength to keep yourself up on your hands and knees. He spread your ass cheeks open and watched as his seed dripped out of your cunt slowly, like it was seducing him into sliding himself inside you once more. He hissed, feeling his dick get painfully hard again.

“Gods, what a beautiful sight.” Toji grasped his shaft, stroking it a few times before pressing the tip against your entrance, forcing a moan out of you. “You want it, you slut? Wanna feel daddy’s dick splitting you open again?”

You weren’t experienced with men.

In fact, this was your very first one night stand. You wanted to experience for once in your life what it meant to be free and to have control over your own body, so when you saw Toji looking directly at you from across the bar, you knew he was going to be the one fucking your brains out tonight.

You had decided to go out with your girl friends to decompress from work when one of them pointed out the dark haired, exquisite looking man that had been staring at you the entire night. You didn’t know if it was the fact that a man that looked like that had been eyeing you up this whole time or if you were just tipsy, but you got a sudden burst of confidence that pushed you to go talk to him.

He seemed extremely pleased you approached him, excited even. He was noticeably older than you, but not old enough to be your father. You had never paid much attention to men his age, but something about this absolute hunk of a man pulled you to him. Looking at him up close made you nervous, the confidence you felt earlier, slowly turning into shyness. This man was definitely the most handsome man you’ve laid your eyes on. Judging by the smirk on his face he enjoyed your shyness. He thought it was cute.

To your surprise you had a very fluid, enjoyable conversation. He knew how to have a good time. You could feel a sincere interest coming from him, he wanted to get to truly know you, asking you questions about yourself, your likes, your hobbies and your life in general.

It was a shame you only wanted to fuck him.

At this point of your life you weren’t looking for a relationship. You had just gotten out of a five year relationship with your first ever boyfriend a few months ago and you simply weren’t ready to get into another commitment just yet. You had been with you first boyfriend since you were teenagers and you never got to explore what it felt like to be young and single. You wanted to learn how to be alone.

So you cut Toji short politely inviting him over to your place and he didn’t even hesitate to agree.

This is how to ended up with this man pounding you sore pussy from behind like a madman.

You moaned wantonly as he spanked your ass red, your ass jiggled with each harsh thrust. “Pussy’s so fuckin’ good, baby. The bes’ one I’ve ever felt.” Toji was so pussy drunk, he could barely form words.

You looked over your shoulder wanting to see his expression and god was the sight gorgeous. His mouth hanging open and his brows furrowed, his body dripping with sweat. Then he opened his eyes and looked directly into yours. You both had the same expression.

“Oh, don’t you give me that slutty face. I’m not gonna last.” Toji grunted, delivering another slap to your ass. You smirked and let out a moan as you started pushing your ass towards him, trying to meet his thrusts. You squeezed your pussy tighter around him feeling him twitch inside you.

“You fuckin’ whore. You want me to fill you up with my cum again don’t you?” He said between a moan and a chuckle. “Tell me you want it, baby.”

“I want it so bad, daddy. Please empty your balls inside me!” Your fifth orgasm was approaching as well.

“Take it!” He bottomed out releasing his seed straight into your womb, making you scream as your own orgasm took over squirting all over his crotch and thighs. Your legs finally giving up as you crashed onto the bed.

Toji pulled out slowly, groaning at the sensitivity. He laid down besides you, admiring your sweaty, red face. He thought you looked the most beautiful like this. “How about we take a shower together, sweetheart?”

So you did and you let him spend the night.

After all, how bad could it be?

The next morning you woke up with a pair of strong arms wrapped around you. You almost got scared until you remembered what happened last night, you could not believe you actually had sex with a stranger. You covered your mouth as you giggled quietly in disbelief. You knew this wasn’t going to become something frequent, you weren’t the type to sleep around, but you had to admit it had been a great experience and you were glad it had been with a man as experienced as Toji. It probably wouldn’t have worked out as well if it wasn’t for him, so you had to give him some credit.

Speaking of which, you could feel Toji stirring awake. You turned around to look at him and you were received with a sleepy smile. “Mornin’, sweetheart.”

“Morning.” You replied back feeling your shyness take over.

“Don’t get shy with me now, I saw your entire being last night.” He joked, giving your cheek a sweet kiss. Are men usually this affectionate after causal sex?

You blushed from embarrassment, he really did see your entire being. You started to get up, only to be stopped by a hand grabbing your arm. “Where you going so early, baby? Let me keep you warm for a little longer.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, Toji. If I don’t get up now, I’m gonna be late for work!” You answered giving him a courteous smile. You weren’t certain why he was being so doting, you didn’t know if this was normal behavior after a one night stand. What you did know was that, that’s all you wanted it to be. Simply a night of good, casual sex with a hot guy you met at a bar. A man you would never have to see again and to you it was safe to assume that Toji was the type of man looking for the same thing as you.

“I see. Well, maybe we could grab some coffee and I can drop you off at work. How does that sound?”

“I don’t drink coffee.”

“Lunch?” He insisted.

“Toji—“ He cuts you off by pressing his scarred lips to yours, tangling his fingers with your hair.

He pulled away, his finger still holding your hair. “Baby, don’t worry. Just give me your number and we can schedule something for when you’re available.”

You felt odd. How can you get out of this situation? You hated this, you’ve never been in a position like this before. You felt helpless as you hesitantly agreed to give him your number. The weirdest part being that he never let go of your hair until you entered you contact information into his phone. It felt threatening in a way, even if his grip on you was loose.

He let go of your hair when you handed him his phone back. “Perfect. Let me just call you real quick so you can save my number.” Good thing you didn’t give him a fake number. “I’ll get going then. I’ll text you later, sweetheart.” Toji smirked, pecking your lips before walking out of them room.

You let out a sigh of relief once you heard your front door slam closed. You hadn’t realized you were holding your breath until now. You were feeling exasperated, you were already praying he never contacted you.

Maybe last night was a mistake.

Toji was a troubled man. He knew it. The people around him knew it.

They say no one is born evil, but from the moment he gained conscious he doesn’t remember a moment when he was truly good and quite frankly, he preferred it stayed that way. He had been raised around pain and suffering. He was brought into this world to become an assassin from a young age. He was brought to inflict nothing but agony and that’s all he knew how to do. He doesn’t remember a single moment of happiness from his early childhood to his adult life. He was made to believe he didn’t deserved love and he believe it because he never did anything worthy of it. He knew he wasn’t a good man.

He knew he wasn’t a good man and that’s why he didn’t feel guilty about all the times he followed you as you walked back to your place from work.

The moment he laid his eyes on you, something changed deep within him. There was a feeling he’d never felt before and it felt… good?

You first saw Toji at that bar, but Toji?

Oh, Toji first saw you at least two months before that.

Rain was pouring over him, but he could care less because what he was witnessing right now was perhaps the most breathtaking, heart-bursting sight in his entire existence. It was you. The answer to all his problems just walked past him in the torrential rain. He was amazed that not even the rain could conceal your beautiful face, he could see it perfectly clear. You were wearing some type of uniform that clung to your body thanks to the weather. Toji couldn’t help but admire the shape of your body, instantly getting hard at the sight of your nipples hardening from the cold rain under your white shirt. You had only walked by him for a few seconds, but to him it felt like an eternity. It was almost as if you were walking in slow motion. In spite of being distracted by your beauty, he was still an extremely observant man and was able to descry the name of the company you worked for on the logo planted on your shirt.

Toji wasn’t a good man. That’s why he stalks you any time he can, to him he’s just making sure you’re safe. That’s why loves breaking into your place and stealing your clothes and anything he can get his hands on that will make him feel closer to you. He particularly loves laying on your bed and smelling your sheets, your scent was simply divine. That’s why he tugs on his cock any time he caught sight of you. That’s why he would drag any man that dared approach you —hell, even look at you— to an empty alley and beat them to a pulp without a care for their sorry lives. He was an assassin, it’s all he knew how to do.

Toji wasn’t a good man, but he wanted to be for you.

He couldn’t stand hiding behind your shadow any longer, he was growing desperate. He felt pathetic, this feeling was alien to him and he hated it. He needed you to notice him.

Imagine his luck when he saw you walk into the bar that night. Toji was over the moon. Both of you were finally at the same place at the same time and he didn’t even need to fake a scenario for it to occur.

Toji was having an internal battle with himself, trying to find a way to approach you where you wouldn’t find him creepy. You were with your friends which made it harder for him to come up with a way to swoop you away. He never had trouble getting any woman to bed him, but you weren’t just any woman. You were special to him. He wanted to keep you, provide for you, protect you, love you.

He didn’t realize how long he had been staring at you until he noticed one of your friends point him out. He freaked out internally until he saw you move your gaze towards him and he swore his heart could come out through his mouth at any moment. This was the first time he ever made eye contact with you and he couldn’t wait to hold your gaze for the rest of your lives. To his surprise, you smiled at him.

He observed as you whispered something to your friend before standing up.

You were walking towards him.

All this time thinking about how to approach you and now you were coming to him.

That night he had the best time he’s had in his life. Getting to talk to you, look at you up close was indescribable to him. Although he wished he could’ve spoken to you more, he didn’t mind how the night ended at all. Getting to enjoy your delicious little body was the best part of it. He gave you his all. He wanted to make sure you were ruined for any other man, he wanted you to only think of him from that night forward.

He really thought he had achieved that.

But the next morning you were so cold to him it broke his heart to a million pieces.

But that’s okay, sweetheart. I’ll win your heart over. ♥︎