•PAPER RINGS• {NAGI SEISHIRO}

|Chapter Fourteen|

I like shiny things, but I'd marry you with paper rings
Uh huh, that's right
Darling, you're the one I want, and
I hate accidents except when we went from friends to this

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He ran a hand through his hair, fixing it for the nth time tonight. "I got this." He muttered to himself, glancing at his reflection in the rear view mirror.

It's just a date. People go everyday. I can do it too. Everything will be fine.

He chanted in his mind.

Inhaling sharply, he picked up the pink roses, bouquet from the back, wrapped in purple velvet sheet, and stepped over the stairs, reaching the door.

He is so nervous. He stands in front of the her house. "God! I never thought, I would go out on a date." He inhaled deeply, before knocking on the door.

Breath caught in his throat, when matching with his heartbeat, footsteps ascended towards him. The soft clicking of heels, was hammering inside his chest.

After few seconds, the door flew open. when the door opened, he froze.

Y/n stood in front of him, in her french strap, midi, in black, elegant and beautiful, with her black stilettos. Soft makeup, and diamond earrings, dangling in her ears.

He thankfully didn't faint. Instead a dreamy smirk, tugged on the corner of his mouth. "You look, ravishing, darling." He stepped closer to her, whispering softly.

Y/n blushed, looking down at his chest, and placed a warm palm over his heartbeat. "You too, baby." His heart melted, like the ice cream melts in summer. "Did you, just addressed me with 'baby', sweetheart." He leaned in closer, nuzzling his nose in the crook of her neck, making her chuckle softly.

"Yes, I did. Shouldn't I?" She asked, with her doe eyes. He put the roses, in front him and her, blocking the third person view, and leaned in closer enough, pressing a kiss on her lips. "I'd rather prefer 'daddy' more." He mustered against her lips, chilling her bones.

She blushed furiously, meanwhile he smirked triumphant, with his brown chromes lingering on her beautiful frame. The way dress hugged her body, etching very curve and glide, sent the shoot straight to his down south. Painfully throbbing.

He gulped hard, breathing heavily, cupping her face. Seeing her beautifully dressed, he can't help but feel to rip off that dress and take her then and there. "You look beautiful. So fucking sexy." He almost growled, stepping in the house, kicking door close with his one leg after him.

Y/n shivered as he stepped forward and she stepped back. He dropped the flowers on the coffee table set in the middle of the living room, cornering her, with his fierce brown eyes, drinking every inch of her.

Y/n kept help but a smile formed on her lips. Butterflies kicking her insides, and body temperature rising all of a sudden. She didn't stop until her back hit the wall, and she was trapped between him and it. The urge of touching a girl was never so nerve wrecking like this.

Her breath hitched, when he grabbed her waist, pulling her closer to him at the dangerous proximity. "You can feel it, right?" He groaned, pressing his lips on her jaw. She sucked in a breath, digging her nails in the blazer on his forearm.

He looked so stunning in his black and white tuxedo. She was already drooling over the look, mentally. And since the afternoon when, Rory, explained his ways in the bed, she can't stop fantasizing about sex with him. It was awfully the best thing, Rory ever did. She parted her lips to speak.