•PAPER RINGS• {NAGI SEISHIRO}

|Chapter Seventeen|

I like shiny things, but I'd marry you with paper rings
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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"So? When you're going to tell Reo you like him?" Yura choked on her boba, coughing. Y/n rubbed her back, patting over her head. "Come with warnings when asking such questions, Nia." Y/n pressed her lips in thin line giving Nia an unimpressed look.

Nia grinned unbothered pressing a French fry between her teeth. "Not me, apologizing. After all, it's an open secret."

"Apparently, yes." Y/n agreed with Nia. Yura blushed. "We are just friends. Alsoitstooearly." She finished quite fast.

"Aaand I understood that." Nia chortled and Y/n laughed, seeing Yura all blushing furiously. She covered her face between her palms.

"Don't worry. Your "secret" is safe with us." Y/n assured her. Yura sighed in relief with a small smile.

The fooding included some stuffs of talking. While the girls were talking, Sei wasn't able to take his eyes off her.

So beautiful. So pretty. So precious.

The way her soft laughs filled the air. Her eyes talk and her hands showing expressions. Her face animated. Her lips decorated with alluring smile.

The smile melts his heart all the time. He wasn't paying enough attention neither to his friends nor his blueberry smoothie. His all attention was fixed on the set of seat in front of him.

He counted the times she batted her eyes.

5 times in 3 seconds.

How her eyes crinkle, over the jokes passing between Nia, Yura and her. He wanted to protect that smile with everything he holds. With all power, money, and love to treat her right. To give her all sort of affection she deserves.

She deserves the world.

[You do.]

But at the same time he can't stop fantasizing about that pretty head on his already hard cock.

His jaw tightened, and hand clenching on the white tumbler, restraining his pressure point, from the nerve over his temple, pulsating to his north to the hole punching strain on the south. Sweat trailed down his neck, with a small growl rolling out his throat.

He was lucky enough, to have a seat next to Rin-who wasn't as talkative as Reo and Bachira- who can't stop chattering and were holding the most of conversation, with Isagi and Rin mustering something in the middle of the talk, mostly sarcasm.

Sei did laughed a little with some few words of approval or denial. But not holding a long time, deep convo, because of the painful throbbing inside his tight black jeans.

It wasn't easy for him to stay like this, in some erotic, tranquil torture. It isn't easy at all to just watch her laughing, when he's so hard because of that pretty face.

His hand slide in the deep insides of his black blazer, clasping over the remote of his almost thumb size, and pressed any button, without taking his eyes off her. As he saw her flinching with her face loosing all it's colours.

A small smirk formed on his lips, when he saw the fast flutter of her eyes, and slightly gapped lips.

Her chest rising and falling frequently, as she was trying hard enough to control her breathing. Her hands dropped over the edge of the table, clasping around so hard, whitening her knuckles.