Pretty When You Cry////Asahi Azumane x Male/NB Reader

Celebration

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THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR GIVING ME 100 READS OVERALL!!!
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As you can see I'm in a good mood, so in celebration, I will write a smutty OneShot for your horny eyes to read.

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Btw, I see Asahi as a shy dom top so you're the subby bottom in this( heh hehe heh). There will be Master/Servant talk so if you're not into that, DM me and I will write accordingly.
Also, if anyone is not interested in Dom/Sub relationships, please DM me with your request so I can write that for you.

I will do this every time I get a landmark in overall reads (AKA: 100, 200, 300 ECT...).
So if you want more NFSW chapters then SHARE, VOTE, AND READ. Thx some for giving me 100 reads✌🏽!!!!

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Asahi POV:

I hated doing speeches, especially in front of a crowd that will decide my future. Today, I will be presenting my new clothing brand inspired by my high school years called "Flying Crows". I know I put in so much hard work into this brand, but, I still feel that I'm not competent for the position as an international fashion designer.
Y/N has reminded me time and time again that I'm a great designer and that I have the skill, but I don't FEEL that I am.

"Are you almost ready?" I heard Y/N yell from downstairs.

"Yeah, I'll be there shortly, I'm just fixing my tie." I lied as I stood up from the bed.

"Okay, I'll be in the taxi. You'll do great tonight!" I said nothing back to them. I walk downstairs and take a deep breath. I soon reached the taxi where Y/N sat with perfect posture even when looking down on his phone.

How could they ever love someone like me? He's gotta be out of his mind.

"Hey Asahi, you're looking sharp as always." He commented smiling at me.

"Thanks, I appreciate it. You look amazing as ever." I sighed out, admiring how their outfit accented the colour of his eyes.

He laughed at my comment and told the taxi driver where we were going.

*Time skip brought to you by Satan himself. You should feel honoured lol.*

As we arrived, Y/N took out their wallet to pay for the taxi, I stopped them and told him that I could pay. He happily complied.

We got out of the taxi and walked toward the entrance of the celebration hall.

"Take deep breath bubs, you'll be amazing!" He said looking up at me.

"Yeah, I-I know. I just don't want to mess up and fail. Because if I do then I can't make clothes. And if I can't make clothes then I can't make money. And if I can't make money, then I-I" I was sweetly cut off my Y/N kissing my cheek.

"Bubs," They walked in front of me and placed their hands on my upper arm. "Let's take some deep breaths. Ready?" He smiled and waited for my response.

"Yeah, okay."

"Alright, breath in, 1 2 3, now hold, 1 2 3, release 1 2 3. And again..." They never once broke eye contact with me. I need to make sure he knows that he's appreciated. I need to make sure that he FEELS appreciated by me. I'll figure that out later tonight.

"I'm ready." I interrupted them after a few minutes. He smiled at me and walked back next to me and intertwined their fingers with mine.

"Then let's go." We walked into the building, cameras flashing surprised Y/N. He quickly recovered and formed a small smile on his lips as he drew closer to me. I felt his hands grip tighter on my arm for a sense of security. I fixed my own posture as I lifted my free hand to wave at the paparazzi. I smiled a bit so I didn't look like a murderer.