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osunism · 3 months ago

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「Before It's Gone」

Rating: Explicit [MDNI] Pairing: Toji x fem!Reader Warning[s]: Explicit sexual content including cunnilingus, PIV sex, breeding, and praise kink. Summary: You and Toji are crazy about each other. He's just late to realizing it. [Fluff, a smidge of angst on Toji's part, and smut] Note: It's my first reader fic!

▶• ılıılıılıılıılıılı. "Before It's Gone" by Jon B

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Toji doesn’t realize he’s crazy about you yet.

Not when he’s coming through your door, taking up the whole frame, smirking down at you with those sharp green eyes, and that hungry glint in his eyes. You’ve got to stand up on your toes to reach him and he teases you, leaning over you to ghost his scarred lips over yours like the world’s deadliest feral cat.

“Miss me, doll?” He purrs, chuckling when you bite your lip while his large hands grasp your hips, pulling you close, up and up until your feet are dangling and you instinctively wrap your legs around his waist.

Only then does he kiss you, and boy does he love kissing you.

He’s got a thing for your pretty little mouth, dishing out sass and affection alike. He thinks your lips are like soft, velvety rose petals. He loves nibbling on the lower one, tugging it gently before biting just hard enough to hear you whimper.

“Toji…” you mumble as he keeps kissing you.

“Hn?” He doesn’t stop either, licking into your mouth, large hands cupping and supporting your rear, giving both cheeks a generous squeeze.

“The door…” you giggle. And he looks back, sees the front door is still wide open. He chuckles, shutting it behind him before he gets back to the task at hand.

“Thought about you everyday while I was gone,” he whispers into your yielding mouth. “Missed my pretty girl.”

He carries you into the kitchen, setting you on the island counter, his hands rubbing your thighs affectionately, squeezing them until he’s sure he leaves an impression of his fingerprints there. You look up at him, and he looks down at you and there’s a tender bend to his mouth that makes his smile less sharp. It melts the frost in his eyes, makes the green appear warmer. He doesn’t realize he looks like this when he’s looking at you. The only time anyone stares at him this close is when he’s killing them. But you…

You’re something else.

He reaches up, cups your face like something precious, traces his thumb over the contour of your cheek, smirking when he feels the heat rushing and blooming under his touch. His thumb traces your lips, marveling at their softness. You smile and press a soft kiss to the pad of his thumb. That undoes him, makes nerveless heartstrings thrum with an old familiarity. He’s felt like this before, and never thought he’d feel this way again.

And you look into his eyes and you see something you’ve never seen before: fear.

Toji is afraid. Afraid of what it means when his heart lurches out of his chest everytime you giggle or laugh. Afraid of what it means when his lips twitch into a soft smile whenever your name pops up on his phone. Afraid of what it means when he’s eager to wrap up assignments and come home to you, to lay his head in your lap and feel all the half-buried ghosts of his life go quiet for a while. Most of all, he’s afraid he will lose you, as he has lost everything else he has ever been brave enough to care about so deeply.

And while Toji is feeling all this fear well up inside him, you’re looking up at him with a tenderness he doesn’t feel he deserves. He blew into your life like a storm and you never complained. He disappeared and reappeared like a stray cat, but you always had a hot meal and a warm bath ready for him whenever he turned up on your doorstep. And eventually, you found yourself making a space for him, noticing the negative space of his absence when he was away, doing whatever dark and filthy work put that look in his eyes.

“Toji, baby, what’s wrong?” You ask him, reaching up to cup his face in your hands, mimicking his earlier movements. He smiles at you as you trace the lines that carve out his face, and he leans in as you draw him down to press a soft kiss to his lips, tracing the scar at the corner of his mouth with your own.

“Nothing, doll,” he says, his voice rough with desire. “Just glad to be home.”

That’s what it is. That’s what he’s feeling with you. He leans in to nuzzle your neck, kissing the tender expanse skin all the way up to your pulse and your jawline. You sigh contentedly.

“Let’s go to bed,” you whisper, and Toji doesn’t need to be told twice. He pulls you to him as you wrap your arms and legs around him, and he carries you as if you weigh nothing, and you take this time to bury your face in the crook of his neck and inhale him. He smells like cologne, sweat, and gun oil. The muscles beneath are as hard as iron, yet Toji is as gentle as a butterfly with you. He is a man who knows his own strength and he’d break his own neck before he ever let harm come to you by his hands.

“Ride’s over,” he teases, and you open your eyes to realize he’s standing at the edge of the bed. You shift as he lowers you down, and you’re once again made aware of just how big he is in general. Toji is a man who takes up space in any room he’s in. When you first got to know him, you felt a subtle unease in his presence, as if he were a cat on the verge of fear-biting or scratching. Eventually, you realized this presence was simply who he was. Whether he intended harm was something he had control over, and he’d never once given you reason to believe he’d ever harm you.

Now, his size thrills you, in every way imaginable.

You love the way his voice rumbles your name into your brown skin, the way he praises you in soft murmurs of affection.

“You wanna take this off for me, baby girl?” He whispers in your ear, a hand crawling under your shirt, cupping your soft breast. You make a small little gasping noise as the rough pad of his thumb swipes over the dark bud of your nipple, smirking when it hardens immediately. You nod, not sure why it requires an answer. He leans back, watching you pull the shirt over your head, eyeing your pretty and perfect tits appraisingly. He looks like a wolf of a man, and you bite your lip, clad in nothing but your panties and thigh high socks. Toji thinks you’ve never looked sexier than right now.

You spread your legs, and his eyes travel down, brow raising at the wet spot in your panties.

“Already wet for me, pretty girl?” He teases. “I’m flattered.” He reaches down, traces the shape of your cunt through the damp fabric. He can feel it quivering, and you whine, shifting your hips involuntarily, chasing his touch and whimpering when he withdraws. He’s not going to let you get there so easily tonight, and you fix him with your best glare, full lips pouting. It amuses him, of course. You remind him of a hissing kitten, teeth not even sharp enough to sting, claws too tiny to break the skin. He teases the edge of your panties.

“Toji…” you whimper. “Please…don’t tease me, baby…”

Toji leans in between your spread thighs, pressing kisses along the soft flesh on either thigh, working his way closer until the rough edges of his scar trace the damp contour of your pussy through your panties. You make another noise, a desperate noise, and he laughs.

“Use your words, baby,” he tells you, meeting your eyes, already pricked with tears of frustration. “Tell me what you want.”

You feel your pussy throb at his words. He’s so close you can feel his breath on your quivering flesh. But he wants to hear you beg him for it, and so you naturally resist…or try to.

But Toji is patient. His entire career is a testament to patience. He takes lives for a living, beloved. Your bratty resistance is nothing to him. Right now, the power is in his hands, and so are you, so if he wants you to beg him to fuck you with his tongue, that’s what you must do.

“T-Toji…” you stammer his name at first, hips struggling against his inhuman strength, an exercise in futility. “Need your tongue inside me…pleasepleaseplease…”

And then the words are coming out like a spray leak from a dam’s cracked exterior. Your feeble, bratty resistance shatters beneath the weight of your own desire and Toji grins.

“Yeah?” He confirms, leaning in to press a soft, teasing kiss on the damp gusset of your panties. “This what you want, baby girl? Want me to give this pretty little pussy a nice long kiss?”

You nod vigorously, chanting a chorus of yesplease. So well-mannered, and Toji rewards you, hooking a finger into your panties to slide them aside. You take smug satisfaction when you hear his soft, reverant swear at the sight of your naked cunt in his face. He traces your soaked folds with his fingers and your moan from the contact, spreading your legs wider.

“Fuck, baby girl, you’re melting,” Toji whispers, spreading you open with two fingers to expose the swollen bud of your clit. He doesn’t give you time to prepare, leaning in to run the broad side of his tongue through your folds, groaning at the taste of you. Your mouth drops open in a soundless cry, before a small wail spirals out of you when Toji’s lips fasten around your clit and sucks in a pulsing rhythm. If it weren’t for his grip on your thigh, your hips would have stuttered into a gallop against his mouth. But Toji holds you still, forcing you to endure the endless compounding pleasure of his lips and tongue exploring every slick fold of your pussy. He pulls away briefly with a wet pop, his lips and chin glistening as he smirks up at you.

“You look so pretty, baby,” he coos. “Think you can take me tonight?”

He slips a finger into you as he says this, drawing out a moan from you as he begins to slide it in and out. Your pussy is talking to him, now, and slick squelching is the only sound in the bedroom before you nod your head. Yes, you can take him. You always try, but Toji is just so goddamn big you struggle sometimes.

Tonight, however, he takes his time.

He dives back in with his mouth, suckling your clit, rolling it between his lips and along his tongue, chasing the increased volume of your moans, and the wailing of his name as you beg him for release. Your pussy clenches tight around his finger before he adds another, increasing the sensation of being filled while his mouth works expertly.

“Oh fuck…” you whine, reaching to grip the headboard. “Oh fuck…Toji…Toji…”

Toji doesn’t let up. He keeps up the pumping of his fingers, crooking them upward to rub that spongey plane of flesh that makes your eyes roll back as you cum around his fingers and all over his face, moaning and whining incoherently as he finally—finally!—allows you to move your hips. Toji licks you clean, sucks his soaked fingers, and licks his lips with a low purr in his throat.

“Mmm, you taste so fucking good, princess,” he says. “I could eat you all night, but I need to feel you cum around my cock tonight. You think you can do that for me, baby?”

You nod, your eyes glassy with pleasure. Of course you can. As good as his mouth feels, his cock feels even better.

Toji gives you a show, but it’s not the kind of show he knowingly puts on. He’s just one of those men that is effortlessly sexy by virtue of existing. He pulls his shirt over his head and your eyes rake over the rippling expanse of muscles that comprise him. It takes everything for you to not start panting like a dog when you spot that sexy, veiny Adonis V that vanishes into his pants. And when he comes out of his pants and briefs, freeing his cock, you can’t help but bite your lip, your cheeks burning with heat that has little to do with your first orgasm of the night.

Toji knows you’re looking of course. He always knows. He smirks when he catches you staring at his cock, a thick and long length. He’s a lot to take in, quite literally. He reaches down and starts stroking himself slowly.

“Come here,” you whisper to him and Toji, as dominant as he is, can’t help but come to you in that moment. Your voice is so soft and needy, and how can he resist when you open your arms and legs and welcome him like that? He moves with a panther’s lissome grace, and you’re reminded of what he is, what he does. He captures your mouth in a kiss, and your lips part beneath his with a soft moan.

“You want it?” He whispers against your lips, forcing you to maintain eye contact. You can feel the heat from his cock brushing against your thigh.

“Yes,” you whine softly against his lips, hungry for another kiss, which he indulges. “Toji please…need you inside me…please…”

Toji angles his hips just so, and the blunt tip of his cock nudges it agaisnt your dripping entrance. He’s prepared you, though, and the initial stretch of him sliding into you is not as painful. In fact, it feels really, really good. As evident from how you moan loudly. Tears prick your eyes, and one spills down your cheek.

“I know, I know, baby,” Toji coos, kissing your lips and then your cheeks, licking away the tears. He rolls his hips forward. “Almost there. You’re doing so good for me, baby girl. So fucking good…”

He grunts as he rolls his hips again, withdrawing partially only to bury more of himself inside of you. You whine and sob, and then gasp as he hilts himself inside you, his pubes brushing your clit in a startling friction that has you moaning helplessly against him.

“Mmph, baby…squeezing me so tight…” Toji growls against your lips. You whimper in response, your walls sucking at his cock greedily, as if you don’t want him to leave. You really don’t.

Toji takes his time, looking at you and holding your gaze.

“You ready?” He asks you and you nod. He kisses you deeply, and then he starts to fuck you.

Normally, with Toji, he’s all rough and domineering, wanting to wring you limp with sweat and tears before he finally comes inside of you, growling and gripping you until his fingerprints are branded in your marrow. But tonight? Oh he wants you to be lucid for the ride. He’s tormenting you, making you gasp as he drags every inch of his massive cock out of you and then slides it back in with a fluid motion of his hips. It doesn’t take long for that rhythm to get you whimpering and pleading for him to never stop.

“Ooo…Toji…don’tstopdon’tstopdon’tstop…” you beg, and he’s grinning at you, before you feel his hands sliding under your thighs, pushing them back, deepening the angle until the breath is a whine in your chest, until your eyes flutter and you let out a strangled, keening sound.

Toji growls in approval. “Good girl…” he kisses you, devouring your whimpers and mewls like the wolf he is. “Good fucking girl…feel so fuckin’ good cummin’ around my cock. You want me to put a baby in you? Want me to fill this pretty little pussy up with my cum?”

Your mind is still frazzled from the intensity of your orgasm to register your response, which is a babbling chorus of yesyesyesyesyesyesyes…please put a baby in me, Toji!

Toji’s got you in a mean mating press, now, leaning up to get a good look at your dripping cunt split around his cock. He reaches down, pulls his hips back just enough, and squeezes his fingers around the swollen lips of your pussy against his cock. He groans from the sensation and your back arches, walls clenching, and Toji resumes fucking you at a brutal pace.

He just wanted to feel how tight a seam you create around his cock. You take him so well, which is no mean feat. And you take him deep.

Every slap of his balls against your ass makes you yelp, and every thrust steals a gasp from you, words failing but the fucked out look in your eyes conveying everything Toji needs to understand you.

“Yeah?” He teases you again, leaning down to nip at your plump lips. “You like the way I fuck you, princess? Like taking my cock so deep like this? Look at this pussy, baby. So fucking greedy.”

You moan in response to his vulgarity, because it’s all true as far as you’re concerned. Yeah, your pussy is greedy for him, and why shouldn’t she be? Look at him!

Toji teases your clit with his thumb, and he almost laughs at the shocked look on your face before he’s riding you at full gallop toward another orgasm.

And when you cum, stars burst across your vision momentarily, like dancing lights all around the bedroom. Toji’s thrusts become ragged, losing rhythm, and you feel his cock pulsate inside of you as your walls spasm around him. He floods you with liquid heat as you moan his name. Toji takes it as a point of pride that he can get you to sing in bed the way you convince him to sing karaoke.

He releases your legs, and they tumble loosely around him. This new closeness lets both of you indulge in slow, sloppy kisses, your arms tangling around his neck, fingers threading through his hair. He tugs your plump lower lip between his teeth.

“Mmm, I love you so much, baby girl,” he groans, reveling in the sensation of his cock soaking inside of you as you kiss him tiredly, your eyes soft and blurred with pleasure.

“Mmhmm,” you reply with a grateful little sigh. “You’d better…”

You squeal when he pinches your hip in response, but neither of you seem inclined to stop kissing. Toji sits up a little to get a better look at your face.

“You’re so damn gorgeous, baby, wish I could keep you like this forever,” he doesn’t know why he’s feeling so emotional looking at you. He hasn’t fully realized it yet. So you reach up and cup his face in your hands, holding his verdant gaze.

“I’m not going anywhere, baby,” you tell him. “I’m right here.”

Toji doesn’t know what’s happening to his heart, the way it stutters in his chest at your gentle words. He knows you mean it, knows that no matter how long he’s gone for, or what hour he drags himself exhausted and ragged through your door, you will never turn him away. He doesn’t understand why, because you ask nothing of him. At least, nothing he’s unwilling or unable to give you.

He smiles, letting you draw him down for a kiss.

He’s not quite ready for the dream to end just yet. He’s crazy about you, after all.

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marie-swriting · 2 years ago

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First-Second Date - Kate Bishop

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Summary : You're at a Café waiting for Kate to show up to your first date.

Warnings : being stood up, misunderstanding, happy ending, maybe some grammatical mistakes as English is not my first language, tell me if you see some or if I missed any warnings.

Word count : 1.9k

French version

Prompt : "B accidentally writes the wrong day down for their date, which inevitably causes them to unintentionally stand A up" 5th prompt from this prompt list made by @novelbear

Seated at a table in the Café near your University, you’re waiting for Kate. You met her at the beginning of your University year and got along instantly. Your feelings have quickly become romantic so after months of hesitation, you finally decided to ask her out on a date for the next Saturday. You were afraid she’d refuse at first in case she would only think of you as a friend, that's why you asked her by text. Kate had taken a few minutes to answer, too stunned to know you were attracted to her. When you received her positive response, you were filled with an intense joy. Now, it’s an intense anxiety that’s controlling your body. You arrived a bit earlier, too excited to hang out with Kate. Before leaving your place, you had sent her a message.

Text from you to Kate, 2:40 P.M. :

Are we still on for this afternoon ? 🥰

You still haven’t gotten a reply, but you reassure yourself by thinking she must be getting ready so she hasn’t had the time to check her phone yet. You just hope she’s going to text back as soon as she’s on her way, like this you’ll finally be able to relax. However, when ten minutes have passed since the time you had planned for your date, your stress gets a bit bigger. You wait five more minutes before taking your phone and texting her.

Text from you to Kate, 3:15 P.M. :

Hey, just wanted to know if you were on your way, we were supposed to meet at 3 🙂

You look at your phone for a few minutes but no answer is coming. You end up locking it up and ordering a refreshing drink, hoping it’ll help you to calm your nerves. Yet, when Kate is thirty minutes late, your worry is stronger. You start overthinking. You try to come up with every reason as to why she’d be late : maybe she hasn’t seen the time, maybe something more or less serious has happened or maybe she won’t come because she hadn’t dared to refuse your date. You strongly hope it’s not the latter. No, it can’t be the last option. You have been close with Kate since the day you met, you consider her as one of your best friends, she can’t not come on your date. Kate isn’t like that. Or is she ? You try to chase away those negative thoughts from your mind and with reluctance, you call her. You know you risk being categorised as the annoying girl but your worry is too strong to help you chill. Without any big surprise, Kate doesn’t answer. When the beep ending her voice message rings, you clear your throat.

“Hey, Kate, it’s me, Y/N. Huh, it’s almost 3:40 and you’re still not here and, huh, I got no response to my texts either,” you start, playing with the napkin from your table, “I just wanted to check if everything was okay. I’m still gonna wait for a bit, in case you’re simply late. But, huh, tell me if you want to reschedule. Call me back when you get this message,” you continue before waiting a few seconds, “See you.”

You hang up and put your phone down on the table. You finish your drink in one gulp before checking an umpteenth time at the Café’s entrance. In spite of yourself, every five minutes you look at your phone. You even turned it off and on, thinking maybe your phone wasn’t working correctly. It wasn’t the reason. Kate hasn’t just replied to you. Slowly, your anxiety turns into anger. It had taken you months to muster up your courage and ask her out, you were waiting for that moment impatiently. Now, you think you shouldn’t have asked her. Not only are you getting humiliated in public for almost an hour now but you’ve also lost a precious friendship. Fed up, you pay for your drink and leave the place without wasting any second. On the way, you call Kate one last time, in case she’d feel remorse and want to meet you. When her voicemail begins, you can’t help but sigh in frustration.

“Kate, it’s me, the girl you had a date with today.” you state, coldly, “I waited for you a whole hour and clearly you’re not about to show up so I left. You know, if you really didn’t want to come, you could just have told me ‘no’ instead of ignoring me and standing me up.” you finish, before hanging up mad.

You trot to your University bedroom, fists clenched. You can’t believe Kate did that to you. You would have never thought she’d be the kind of person to be disrespectful. It seems like you don’t know her as much as you thought.

During the whole night, you try to cool down by taking a shower, watching a TV-show and even spamming your best friend with messages to externalise all your emotions. What angers you the most is Kate’s silence. Usually, she replies to you in a few minutes, except when she has her training. However, she never does it after ten P.M., she could have answered you a long time ago. With difficulties, you finally fall asleep, not without checking your phone one last time.

When Monday comes, you go to class with one goal in mind : avoiding Kate as much as possible. After the silent treatment she’s been giving you, you ended up thinking she deleted your number and even blocked it. You thought your goal would be easy to achieve because Kate would still be ignoring you but she has actually tried to talk to you several times. Still mad at Kate, you go in the opposite direction as soon as you see her, even if it extends your way.

After two days of avoiding her like the plague, a small part of you wants to confront her to know the reason for her absence. This part started being too loud when your anger vanished away to leave the room for your inability to understand the situation. Besides, you’ve noticed Kate still tries to come to you, despite your silence. If she’s so eager to talk to you, maybe she had a good reason ? If so, why hasn't she still replied to your texts ?

You keep wondering why Kate is acting that way, not paying attention to what’s surrounding you while you’re walking to your bedroom. Suddenly, an obstacle is in front of you. Snapping out of your thoughts, you find Kate with an awkward smile on her face.

“Hey,” she starts but you stay silent, “is it me or have you been ignoring me since this Monday ? Are you mad ?”

“No, come on, why would I even be mad ?” you ask, ironically.

“Given the tone of your voice, I’m pretty sure you’re mad. What happened ? Did I do something I wasn’t supposed to ?” she questions, frowning.

You’re about to give her a piece of your mind when her telephone ringing cuts you off. You sigh in disbelief. Kate rapidly takes out her phone and hangs up without looking at the caller ID. Watching her do that, you wonder if it’s what she did last Saturday.

“Sorry.” Kate says, putting her phone away.

“Oh, so it does work !” you state with a fake surprised tone.

“What ?”

“Oh, nothing. For a moment I thought your phone wasn’t working anymore.”

“Yeah, about that,” she starts, confused, “I wanted to tell you about it. Could you give me your phone number again ? I lost it.”

“Lost it or deleted it ?”

“Ok, I’ve definitely missed some information here.”

“Well, when you don’t check your phone, that’s what usually happens.”

“I had some problems with my phone,” Kate explains, making your eyes roll. “It fell down while I was crosswalking and a car drove over it just after. I had to change it and buy a new SIM Card.”

“So that’s why you couldn’t come Saturday ?” you continue, coldly.

“Saturday ?”

“Don’t play stupid ! Our date, Kate. We were supposed to meet on Saturday and I waited for you for a whole hour, like an idiot.”

“What ?”, she exclaims before thinking for a second, “but we were supposed to meet next Saturday so the one that’s coming ! I even wrote it down on Google Agenda,” Kate adds before showing you her phone, “look !”

“No, we were supposed to see each other last Saturday but you would have known it if you had checked your phone.”

“Y/N, I promise you I’m not lying when I tell you I broke my phone.”

Noticing Kate keeps insisting, you start doubting. Maybe her story was true and everything was a big misinterpretation. Maybe she didn’t stand you up intentionally.

“It happened last Friday that’s why I couldn’t get your text.”, she specifies, “I swear it to you ! I would have never stood you up. I’m excited about our date. I mean, I was excited, I guess.” Kate corrects herself, thinking about it for a second, “I genuinely believed it was this Saturday, the one that’s coming and I’ve been trying to talk to you the past few days to get your number’s back as I lost it. Everything is a misunderstanding ! Tell me when you’re available, we’ll do our date as soon as possible and promise, this time I’ll write it down correctly and I will be there.”

“So you’re telling the truth ?” you checked again, sceptical.

“I’d be willing to call my mom at this very minute to prove it to you, even if she has an important meeting.”

You take a few seconds to think about the new information. In the end, for you, her story seems closer to the Kate you know rather than the one who didn’t show up for your date. After all, even if Kate is precise when she’s holding a bow and arrows, the rest of the time, she’s quite clumsy. In addition to Kate’s voice, you could tell she was being genuine.

“I believe you.” you end up saying.

“Sorry for not showing up, no matter if it was accidental or not.”

“I’m sorry I snapped at you. I just like you a lot and I was so excited about our date and stressed, too. I was afraid my feelings were unrequited and you only said ‘yes’ because you had pity for me so when I wasn’t seeing you coming, I thought you were ignoring me, deliberately. I thought you didn’t care about me.”

“No, I promise you it’s not that, Y/N”, Kate refutes putting her hand on your forearm. “I meant it when I accepted your date, I care about you. I feel bad knowing you thought I had bad intentions when I actually was waiting for that moment since the day we met.”

“It’s not your fault. I know it now. I should have talked to you Monday instead of ignoring you.” you repeat, feeling guilty for jumping into conclusions.

“You had every right to be mad. You didn’t know what happened.” she reassures you. “So, we’re still on for that first-second date ? You still want us to go to one ?”

“If you promise to not do something similar a second time then yes”, you laugh.

“I wasn’t planning on it.”, Kate answers chuckling, “What if we didn’t wait ?”, she suddenly asks, “I mean, we don’t have any more classes, we’re together, we might as well go to that Café now, don’t you think ?”

“I’d love to.” you smile.

Kate’s lips take the shape of an idiotic smile when she feels your hand in hers. She tightens her grips while you’re guiding her to the Café. You’re both full of joy, you’re finally able to go on your first-second date.

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