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The heady smell of bacon frying pervades the apartment, and Obi wakes up in the single best way possible.
Or, as the insistent reminder knocking against his stomach tells him, the second best way. But seeing as he’s in the midst of a four-year self-imposed dry spell, it’s the nicest rise-and-shine he’ll be getting for a while.
Man, fuck having feelings. It’s the fucking worst.
He sighs, scrubbing a hand over his face; the after-images of his dreams flash against the backs of his eyelids and – and this is not helping him with his problem. He swings his legs off the bed, grabbing for his hoodie.
His hand closes on empty air. He stares at it a second, mind blank, before his brain gives a mighty mechanical groan and reminds him he’d worn the green one yesterday. Of course it’s not here. Recently washed and worn once? Belongs to Doc now. He digs through the pile of clothes on his floor – clean? dirty? who knows – and comes up with another in black.
“I’m making breakfast,” Doc announces when he opens his door, shrugging on his hoodie. He grunts in response – it’s too early for words – and turns toward the bathroom.
“I made you coffee,” she adds, and he spins on his heel.
She’s holding it out when he walks in, slim fingers wrapped over Lyrias’ logo. His hands dwarfs hers when he takes it, golden brown against her pale skin, and he tries to push back the vivid images his half-conscious mind offers him. Not the time, brain. Not the time.
His eyes finally start to focus after his third sip, and he looks down at her just as her gaze flick up off his chest to meet his. It must be hot work, cooking bacon; her checks are flushed as red as her hair.
“Sleep well?” she asks lightly, eyes steadily fixed on his.
All I dream of is you. “Yes,” he says instead. “How about you, Doc?”
Her face sinks down into the cowl neck of his hoodie, offering a muffled, “Fine.”
“How’d you get that anyway?” he asks. “I’m impressed you snuck it out this morning. I don’t sleep that heavy.”
He puts down his coffee to zip up his own hoodie, and almost misses her answer. “I took it last night.”
When he stares, she shrugs, the tips of her ears burning a hot pink. He looks at her again: tiny sleep shorts, his hoodie almost covering the whole of them, bare feet.
“Did you sleep in it?” The incredulity makes his tone sharper than he means, and she winces, hiding further under the cowl.
“It’s comforting,” she protests. “It smells nice.”
He almost says, then sleep with me, I’m both, but some level of self-preservation must exist in his brain because he stops himself before he can speak a word.
He’s been – good about this. She shivered at the stupid agricultural fair four years ago, and he offered her that hoodie; something Zen should have done, but Zen wears cashmere sweaters that cost as much as a car, not something you throw over a girl because it’s New England and it gets cold because fuck you, that’s why. He let her keep it too; it seemed stupid to ask for it back when he has one in every color (and when he likes the way she looks in it; namely the way she looks like she’s his). She gave it back a month later, washed and smelling of her fabric softener, and he thought that was going to be it: the end of his sweatshirt saga.
She stole it back three days later, after he wore it once. It’s comfy, she told him. Buy your own, he had clapped back, not meaning a single word.
Once they get to Lyrias, it’s constant; the air conditioning is on full blast wherever they go to keep the humidity out, and Doc gets cold so easy. She wears it a week, washes it, lets him keep it a day, and steals it.
It smells nice. He groans.
“Okay,” he says. Clearly things have gotten out of control. “Time to give that back.”
His hands reach out for the zip, and she scurries back, bumping into the counter. “No!”
“It’s mine,” he snaps, because for fuck’s sake, doesn’t she – doesn’t she know what that even –
He gets on the zip and yanks, right as she says, “Obi, I’m not wearing –”
The collar crumples open, baring the tops of her small, pale breasts.
“You aren’t –” His hand jerks back, scalded. “You aren’t wearing anything –”
“You aren’t wearing anything under yours either!” She folds her arms under her chest, mortified, and that just makes it worse. Her breasts swell up against the fabric, too tempting.
He scrubs a hand over his face. “That’s because I don’t have any –” He knows better than to finish that sentence.
“It’s not a big –”
“I’m going to need you to put on some underwear before you say anything else,” he manages, not even able to look at her.
God, he is never going to be able to wear that shirt again, not without thinking how she was naked beneath it, and – ugh.
He mutters, “I’m going to take a shower,” and marches out of the kitchen before he can do anything real stupid, like touch her again.
I screwed up
With Obi
not possible, but continue
No, Yuzuri, I mean it!!!
He seems really mad
did u like tell him that black washes him out
did u say black isnt cool anymore
did u like insult his scarf collection? like boy loves his scarves
did u say u dont like his dad jokes???
im just sandbagging it with this one like i am dying what DID YOU SAY
Um, well, he tried to take back his hoodie
operative word tried lol
did u like wreck him? like is he a quivering mass of obi meat on the ground?
like im still trying to figure out how he would b mad like he would b way into that
like hottest moment of his life probs
OMG, Yuzuri, NO
I did not just wreck him, like
NO
He tried to take it back but I wasn’t wearing anything under it, so
hold up i think autocorrect must have like messed up ur text
lol like that make it sound like obi stripped u lol
like if only right?
Autocorrect did not mess up my text
LOL
wait like for real???
OMG
why tf are u texting me like shouldnt u b havin like
some super hot repressed feelings sex like what is happening
talk me thru this i am dying
No, I told you, he’s ANGRY
Like he told me to put on some underwear and now he’s in the shower
like a cold shower???
like what is even happening how have u guys fucked this up so bad
like did he see ur boobs like i feel like those r a good argument for hot sex
NO, no one got naked, Yuzuri
He just saw like, PART of my breasts, and then told me to put clothes on
And then went to take a shower
omg u r killin me smalls
i know u dont get that reference
bcuz ur like some woodland fairy creature who doesnt know what movies r
but u r killin me
shirayuki
No, you know what, so you can’t say I wasn’t clear
Shirayuki.
Go to the bathroom.
And give him back his shirt.
The door creaks open the moment he’s got his towel knotted around his waist, so – that’s good, at least. He’s not so naked.
“Doc?” He pushes the curtain back, and she’s standing there just as he left her, hoodie half-zipped and cheeks flushed.
He steps out, awkward. There’s no real way to impress upon her that he is very naked under his towel; not to someone a year into their PhD who should honestly know how towels work at this point. “Is there something –”
“H-here,” she says, and against all reason, her fingers pull at the zip. Turns out he was wrong about the just-as-he-left-her thing.
She has not put underwear on either. Either kind. He knows, because she took something else off before she came here.
She unzips his hoodie a little too quick to be sexy, but it’s working for him, so –
All his thoughts fizz to white noise, when she shrugs it off. “Y-you can have it back,” she tells him, holding it out.
It takes three tries to get his hand to work, and another two for him to grasp the shirt. His superb hand-eye coordination doesn’t help this time; it can’t, if all he’s staring at is just miles of perfect skin. It’s all he can really do; he wants to commit every inch of her – every curve, every freckle, every shiny childhood scar – to memory.
After all, what’s the over-under on him seeing this more than once a lifetime?
His mouth is too dry to make words work; probably because it’s been hanging open for the last few minutes. He manages to drag his jaw closed and his eyes up, following the flush that fans out over her chest all the way to where it stains her cheeks.
She must see something in his face, because she smiles like she’s pleased, like she has a secret she’s dying to tell him, and turns her back.
The view is just as good from here.
“Breakfast is ready,” she tells him, so even; like this is any other day, like she isn’t completely naked and he isn’t very obviously into every bit of her. “I’ll be waiting.”
It takes him a full thirty seconds to follow after her. He leaves the towel behind.
It was easier to be 100% on this plan back in the bathroom, back when he had just seen the doc in all her naked glory and a towel didn’t seem like such a sacrifice, but it takes enough time walking down the hallway for doubt to creep in. There’s not many ways to misinterpret a girl stripping off her clothes in front of you, but Obi’s got faith in himself – he could screw up anything.
He turns the corner into the kitchen and can’t really remember what he was worried about.
She’s still naked, perched up on the island, nervously nibbling at a piece bacon. It’s the girl he loves in a stupid, forever way, completely bare and next to perfectly cooked pork products and steaming blueberry pancakes, and he is so into all of this that it’s like being slapped, that is how intense it is.
He forgets to be careful, to be silent, and his breath comes out in a ragged sigh, which is just – typical, if not super fucking embarrassing. Like why can he be cool in every other part of his life except this? Five seconds in the same room with her and he’s just a wreck.
Doc chirps in surprise, her eyes darting to where he stands, bacon still in her mouth. Her eyes go wide when she sees his bare chest, and he grins when her gaze drops further south, her already pink cheeks turning a bright crimson.
He watches her slow swallow, the way her tongue darts out to lick her lips. He saunters toward her, raising his arms in a languid stretch, intently casual. Her eyes skitter over his torso, and her flush works its way down her neck.
“Looks like a complete breakfast, Doc.” He puts a hand on either side of her legs, coming to stand between them. “The real question is where to start.”
“Um.” She lets out a nervous giggle. “We can eat first, if you want? Like, I wouldn’t want anything to go co –”
His hands catch under her knees and drag her until she’s flush against him. Her pupils blow wide; he concurs, this feels stupidly good. Should have done this a long time ago. “Don’t worry, Doc. I’m gonna eat my fill.” He drags his fingers up her thigh so she can’t mistake his meaning. “Specially since you laid out my favorite.”
Her mouth pulls in confusion. “Wait, so are you –?”
“Shirayuki,” he sighs, because this girl, jeez. “I’m going to eat you out until you can’t see straight. That’s what I’m saying.”
She stiffens. He stops the steady ascent of his hand and stares down at her. “I mean, as long as that – as long as you’re cool with it. Is that – is that okay, Doc?”
She nods, small but emphatic. “No, that’s – uh, it’s – yes. Please. I just –”
His fingers skim over the crease of her hip. She shivers. “You just?”
“Haah,” she sighs, as his hand cups over her sex. It’s scalding, being so close. “It just,” she swallows hard, staring at his wrist, “was a surprise.”
“That I want to eat you out?” It’s not like they’ve discussed this, but – Yuzuri’s highly sexual questions-of-the-day have outed this particular fantasy, albeit in a more vague, someone-I’m-into-way, instead of, my-roommate-who-I-have-inconvenient-feelings-for way.
She laughs. “No. Not – aah.” He lets his longest finger slip through her folds, and honestly he’s torturing both of them with this, just letting it sit outside her entrance. “Not that. I –” He watches her throat work, the way her whole body is tense, trying to keep still. Her gaze lifts to his, purposeful. “It just really turned me on.”
God, he is so hard his ears ring.
His longest finger sinks inside her, and he swallows her gasp, tongue sliding against hers, and it’s – he’s hardly filling her at all with one finger, moving in just the barest imitation of sex, but she’s already writhing against him, moaning against his lips, like his cock is already in her and –
Fuck, something as simple as this should not be so hot, should not make him feel so out of control. Like – he has had sex in a bathroom stall, but even that pales in comparison to the urgency he feels now, the way his body keeps telling him if we don’t get inside her we’ll die. He has to remind himself to breathe because she keeps making these mewling noises, and he just forgets that oxygen is like, a thing.
He slides a second finger in her, groaning at how tight she fits around him – she will feel so good, he knows; he’s always known – and she grips onto his shoulders so tight it will leave marks. He crooks his fingers, tilts her hips so every pump of his wrist his her right there, right where the smallest hint of pressure makes her whimper and writhe, and –
Something rattles on the counter top beside them, and the first bar of “Short Skirt, Long Jacket” bursts into the silence.
“What –?” he mutters, lips dragging over hers.
“It’s Yuzuri,” she pants, wriggling her hips, as if she thinks maybe he forgot that he was fingering her, like this is somehow not the most stupidly hot moment of his entire life. “Just ignore it. It’s fine.”
“Mm.” He rubs his thumb over her clit, grinning when she clutches at him, and –
The first bar plays, not even all the way through before it starts again. He pulls away, staring down at the phone.
Doc groans, and not in a sexy way, but in a someone’s-gonna-get-glared-at-later way. “No, just – it’s not important, we should –”
It starts up again.
“This is really distracting,” he tells her, and picks up her phone.
There are a mind boggling amount of messages, and he reads each one out with mounting glee.
its been like 10 min u better b having like mind blowing sex w feelings i s2g
u better lick tf out of his abs like he is edible shirayuki i will b personally disappoint if u didnt put ur mouth on them
like u may not know they may not have taught u in magical fairy forest school but u gotta like put ur mouth all over him
also how gr9 is his dick?? pls report back
ps the key to good bjs is eye contact and breathing thru ur nose u will thank me later for this hard-earned info
“Oh my god,” Shirayuki moans, burying her face in her hands. “I am going to have words with her, I don’t –” She makes a small, mortified shrieking noise.
“No, no.” He has to bite his cheeks to keep from grinning. “This is great.”
She catches him swipe at the screen. “Wait. What are you doing?”
“I’m texting back, of course,” he tells her. “I’m not rude, Doc.”
“What? Obi, no –” She makes to snatch it out of his hand, but he twitches his fingers and she gasps instead, hands clutching at the counter’s edge. “That wasn’t fair.” she informs him, breathless.
“You should know I fight dirty, Doc.” He winks. “Have you turned off swipe-to-text? This is going to be impossible to type one-handed.” He moves his hand, just slightly, to remind her just what he plans to be doing with the other one.
“Then don’t,” she mutters, flushing a deep red. “Just –”
“You wanna weigh in on your review of my dick?” It’s a pain, trying to type this all out with his thumb and hoping autocorrect does its job. This must be what it’s like being Mitsuhide, only minus the girl. “I hear it’s grea-nine. That’s one better than great.”
The shade of her blush looks almost painful, but there’s a slant to her eyes that’s devious when she looks at him.
“I like it,” she says, and the traitor twitches, whacking both his wrist and her thigh in one fell swoop.
“Oh.” The phone hangs in his hand, boneless. “Uh, that’s go – ahh.” Her slim fingers wrap around his shaft, nails tracing up the vein. It’s been a long time since anyone besides him has done that; he’d forgotten how different it feels.
More like how fucking amazing it feels, damn. He has to put in a concerted effort to remember how to breathe.
“It’s really, um.” Her thumb rubs over the head, right over the slit – ah, fuck – and she giggles when his cock twitches back into her palm. “I was going to say beautiful, but that’s a weird thing to say about a penis, isn’t it? Handsome isn’t right either. Aesthetically pleasing?”
“You could say it looked like a garbage fire right now, Doc.” The phone clatters on the tile. “Just as long as you keep doing that.”
Her mouth falls open at that. “I-it feels nice too,” she stammers, “it’s, um, soft. I like it when I’m holding it. I makes me, um.” Her voice drops until it’s so soft he can hardly hear it over his own ragged breathing. “I makes me think of how good it’s going feel inside me.”
He feels her clench as she says it, just a flutter against his fingers, and it’s that which make him push deeper, making her gasp. Like of course that would turn him on; he’s at a point where literally the way she breathes is arousing, and saying something like that on top of it is just overkill, but that she’s turned on by thinking about it?
He picks up a steady pace, trying to calm his breathing, calm his heart, just – get a grip.He’s not sure having her clutch at him like this as he fingers her is really going to help much, but it’s better than – than listen to her talk about his cock; like what was he thinking.
“I want to taste you,” he hears himself saying; a surprise, since he doesn’t remember approving any of those words coming out of his mouth. “So badly. But I also really, really want to be inside you.”
“Yes, please.” She presses close to him, so close that the awkward angle twinges his wrist, but he’s so far beyond caring now. “I want that. Your –” He sees her hesitate, watches how the tips of her ears grown dark. “Your cock.”
“Yeah, uh.” He tries to function, put words together into a sentence. That is the hottest thing he has ever heard, like it can only be downhill from here. “I can, um. Make that happen.”
He takes breath, stills his hand, tries to think things besides in and now. “Have you – did you and Zen do this?”
She blinks at him, confused. “You want to talk about Zen right now?”
Honestly, the more his mind clears, the more that doesn’t seem like a bad idea, because – Zen exists, right? He’s not made a move because of that fact for just about forever.
“No,” he says, truthfully. “I just – I’m asking if you’ve done this before. Sex. I figured that your boyfriend might be a good place to start.”
He wants to fucking kick himself; she has a boyfriend. He is friends with said boyfriend. Not even like, casual friends, like hey you’re dating my friend and I don’t hate you, but like, in the running for best man at their wedding friends. Best friends.
Ah, fuck. He can’t be this guy, not anymore. Especially not for her. Even if he wants to be.
“My boyfriend?” She stares, like she might be questioning his sanity. “Zen kissed me twice over the whole of sophomore year. We went on one date, which you would know, because you were on it with us. He has visited Lyrias exactly one time.” She laughs. “How is he – how is that my boyfriend?”
He doesn’t know how to say, I think Zen takes a different view, Doc, so instead he says, “But you – you loved him.”
“Yeah, I did in undergrad.” She squirms against his hand, and his vision whites at the edges from the frustrated sound she makes. “I just – it’s distracting, trying to have this conversation while you – while you’re still in me, and,” her breath hitches as rocks his fingers into her, because he never learns, “I’m happy to have it, but just –” His fingertips flutter against her and her back bows, pressing her flush against him in the best of ways. “After? Please.”
“Okay.” They both groan as he pulls his fingers out of her, unbearably slow. “But, to be clear, this is –”
“I’m a virgin, yes.” She pulls his hips against hers, aligning the length of him against her folds and – fuck, it is hard to think, feeling her so hot against him, so wet. Knowing that she – “And if this is the whole responsible adult part of the conversation, I have an implant and all your condoms are expired. I checked.”
Hold up. “You know where I keep my condoms?”
She gives him a flat look. “You have two in your wallet, a whole sleeve in your bedside table, and half a box in your underwear drawer. They all expired three months ago. I looked while you were in the shower.”
That would be…all his condoms.
“Clearly you should have planned this better, Doc.” It’s killing him, thinking he might have to get up and not have sex with her for another – however long it takes for him to walk to the closest store. Like, damn.
“You’re the one who hasn’t managed to go through a box of condoms in four years,” she claps back. He expects her to push him off, to hand him his keys and wish him godspeed, but instead she rocks her hips into his, his cock sliding against her with an agonizing slowness.
He clutches the island, knuckles white against the tile. “Well, maybe if I hadn’t been crazy about you since the moment I met you, I –”
That was a fucking stupid thing to say.
She stares. “What?”
“Uh, just –” He tries to pull away, but her thighs clamp like a vice. “Don’t worry about it, Doc. I just –”
“Obi.” her voice is careful, calm. “Are you clean?”
“Yes?” She can’t mean –
Doc presses on the back of his neck, bends his down just enough to kiss him, so soft. “Obi,” she says, hardly moving her lips from his. “I really think you should be inside me.”
“Okay.” There’s a tremor in his voice he can’t hide, doesn’t bother to. “Here, wrap your arms around me. Tight.”
She squeals when he lifts her. “What –!”
“There is a perfectly good bed like, three yards away, Doc,” he tells her, trying not to preen when she runs her hands over his biceps. “Your back is going to thank me.”
“You just want to show off,” she scoffs as he kicks open his door.
“Are you impressed?” That’s the important part, after all.
He lays her gently across his bed, and she laughs. “Yes.”
“Good.” He kneels between her legs, aligning the head of his cock against her slit. She squirms, impatient. “Because you haven’t seen nothing yet, Doc.”
He pushes and – everything about her feels amazing. He’s done this – enough times, but this is, it’s – it’s not just his body, this time. It’s not just parts fitting together.
He feels the start of resistance, of her muscles tensing, and he stops, but –
Her hand slaps his shoulder so hard he thinks it might bruise.
“Doc?” His face in buried in her chest, but he lifts it up to look at her.
“No, it’s – it’s okay,” she laughs. “That just – it stung a little more than I expected. Are you – big?”
“Do I feel big?” He keeps a straight face. He should win awards for it.
“You feel huge right now,” she tells him, not even the least bit self-conscious. He can’t help the smug grin that breaks out on his face. She takes a deep breath, steeling herself, and says, “More.”
He pushes until he’s sheathed inside her to the hilt, his hands fisting in his blankets. God, she feels stupidly good. “Okay?” he asks, voice tight.
“Yeah,” she breathes. “It feels – different. Good, maybe. I don’t know. Full.”
“But good?” He watches her face; he wouldn’t put it past her to try to power through the pain to please him. “It doesn’t hurt?”
“No.” Her forehead furrows quizzically. “I guess it just doesn’t seem like such a big deal.”
He pulls back and rocks into her; she arches on the bed with a gasp. “Oh. That was – better.”
“Better?” He lifts her hips, pushing her legs back so her thighs rest against his chest.
He leans over her, her knees bent over his arms. Already her breath is coming faster. “That’s nice,” she tells him, breathless.
He smiles, and the rolls into her, nearly pulling out before sinking back in and – she is tight like a fist around his cock, in a way that he knows he won’t last long against. She whines on every thrust, her hands scrabbling at his shoulders to pull him close, to use his mouth to muffle her moans, and he means to make it last, he does, but it’s been a long time, and – it’s never been like this, like his heart might beat out of his chest, like time has slowed and the rest of the world has fallen away. Like the only thing that’s left is her skin on his, the way her mouth moves over his, the perfect way they fit each other.
He wants her again and he’s not even finished.
He knows it’s a hundred-and-one chance for girls to come the first time, he does, but he’s committed to at least trying. His cock gets tense, too tense, and he fumbles a hand between them, his thumb brushing over her clit.
“Shirayuki,” he starts, “I –”
He doesn’t expect it; it happens by accident.
Her nails dig into his shoulders painfully, and suddenly her head is thrown back, chest heaving, her hips bucking up against his and he’s just – stunned. He keeps thrusting, her muscles gripping at him, rippling down over his cock and –
He was already so close, moments away from reaching his peak, and against the way her body pulls at him, it’s really not such a surprise that he follows, groaning into her shoulder, teeth nipping at her skin. It’s almost painful, how good it feels.
When he comes down, he lifts his head. “Did you –?” He can’t even finish the question. Just – what?
She stares at him, panting. “It just – you – it surprised me.”
“But what –?”
“We should have breakfast now,” she tells him, in the same brusque tone Kiki uses when she is especially not interested in arguments. “It’s getting cold.”
“But –”
She pushes him off her, scrambling off the bed. “I’ll go heat it up.”
Doc catches his face – probably some mix of satisfied and concerned – and pauses. Leaning over, she presses a kiss to his lips, long and lingering; a promise. “That was amazing, Obi.”
“Yes,” he agrees, because that feels safe. The sex was fucking excellent: fact.
“I want to do it again,” she tells him, running a hand over his chest.
He licks his lips, tries to inform her the spirit is willing but the body is spent. “You did forget to put your mouth all over me. You didn’t even lick my abs once. Yuzuri’s gonna be disappointed.”
He feels her smile against his lips. “Next time.”
“It’s a deal.” He runs his tongue over the bow of her bottom lip. “We’ll both use our mouths.”
“It’s a date.” She pulls back, resting an arm over his chest so she can look him in the eye. “If you’ll excuse me, I have some breakfast to warm up. And I have to go report back about my boyfriend’s grea-nine dick.” She still pinks over the last words. “I mean, if that’s all right.”
His heart beats triple time in his chest, and he wants to – he wants to say yes, wants to say tell me again.
“As long as you mentioned how you called it huge,” he says instead. “Then you can talk about my dick.”
Doc ducks her head, grinning against his chest. “I wasn’t asking about that part. I figured that was a given.” She presses a kiss to his skin, then meets his gaze head-on, bold even in her fear. “I meant the boyfriend part. Is that okay?”
“Doc.” He runs a hand through her hair, so silky against the calluses of his palm. “Shirayuki. I’m crazy about you. You’re it for me.” I love you. “We had sex without a condom.”
“Okay.” She slaps at his chest, rolling her eyes. “Breakfast it is.”
“Hey,” he says, catching her hand as she rolls off him. “I mean it though. The other stuff.”
Her eyes soften, and she smiles, wide and bright. “I know.” She squeezes his hand. “You’re it for me too.”
He says it’s mine now
The hoodie, I mean
its been like 2 hours and this is update i get
weak