Nendou X Reader

Part 3. The Date.

NSFW Warning: sweat being in places you really didn't want to know

Set the scene, me, Nendou, the $4 vanilla scented candles from Walmart, all in one place... the ramen shop. It was all coming together, almost as if i were in a fan fiction. I sat perfectly in the crappy wooden chairs, of course my ass sweat was making this date a little uncomfortable but seeing my boss's precious face the sweat was almost a metaphor of our love and how hot our relationship could become if something bloomed between us. Now i'm not saying Nendou looked hot as hell when he brought out the bowls of piping hot noodles, but the sweat was starting to come from another place. If you know what i mean ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°).

"Here you go buddy"

The ramen, looking like the innards of roadkill and a touch of maggots, appeared to me as a fresh bed of roses and butterflies. Nendou's meaty hands were my only focus as he set our meals onto the table.

As he went to sit down, i watched his ass the entire time. Undressing him with my eyes, oh if only Nendou knew the way i felt about him. I know only i could give him the tender love and affection he so deserved, even craved for in his heart. I felt that our love was going to blossom on this night, i just knew it.

"You must be really enjoying your ramen since there's drool and snot coming out of your holes"

UHHHG! Why does he have to sound so SEXY! I know he doesn't mean it, and he's my boss and all, but just hearing him turns me on.

"Yeah, heh, i'm really enjoying my noodles Nendou-chan. Could you... maybe help me out"

This was my chance, to get up close and personal with those grabbers he had on him.

"You can't eat it with your fork?"

"Uh— no, heheeh, it's a bit heavy"

"Have you tried your hands?"

WHAT?????????? THAT WOULD BURN ME DOESN'T HE KNOW THAT???!

"Hahahaaa— nono, i really don't think that'd be a good idea. But if you wa—"

And just like that—there he was, shoveling the pipping hot ramen noodles into his mouth with his hands. I couldn't even finish my sentence before he started violating his ramen in front of me. I know out loud i had said it wasn't a good idea, but right now—watching him eat his stringy wet noodles with his hands, almost as if he was showing off his dominance to me— was starting to sound like the best idea in my entire life. And with that, i stuck my hands into the hot ramen and began shoveling it into my mouth. In unison, Nendou and i were eating fist fulls of ramen together, finally.

I didn't want this night to ever end.