𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙮 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙧𝙚

Wow.

Warning: Small amounts of smutty acts

Yami offered to buy you lunch for helping him. You accepted before contributing to pay. After debating for 30 minutes with him, he finally got the last word. Boy was this man stubborn. He left to go pick up the meals. As you sat waiting, you watched the clouds roll by from the giant windows. Light rain descended. You began worrying for Yami. He was going to get soaked! You rushed down to the lobby waiting for his car outside. Not before long, he parked. He began walking straight to you. His clothes began sticking to him from all the downpour. While the food was protected, he wasn't it,

"Yami you're going to get sick, Wh-"

You were cut off as you took note of his muscles. They looked incredibly defined through the thin black shirt he wore. His jeans stuck to his thighs, revealing his calves. Water droplets rain down his neck and face as he tossed his head back running a hand through his hair. Yami was no model, but he sure looked like one. By the time he made it to you, you were a flustered mess,

"(y/n) are you alright? You look a bit pale"

You nonchalantly shrugged,

"It's nothing. It's probably just all that lifting I did earlier"

You quickly helped Yami to his office before setting the food down. Walking over to your desk, you found a towel you always left in case of emergencies. As soon as you entered the room, you couldn't believe your eyes. Yami stood there in all his glory, shirtless for your eyes only. He ran both of his hands through his hair with his eyes closed. The veins in his neck lengthened in intensity. Droplets of water running down his chest carved out each individual muscle. The man was completely oblivious to what he was doing to you,

"Here"

You handed him the towel in which he used to dry himself. He quietly thanked you. You softly giggled to yourself as his hair stuck up. He looked adorable,

"What's so funny?"

He asked, drying off his arms and waist,

"You didn't dry your hair well enough"

Yami thought for a second before he smirked,

"Why don't you dry it for me since you know so well?"

You snickered before walking over. Yami slid on a black dress shirt. He slowly buttoned up each individual button before eyeing you enticingly. He was teasing you hard. You decided two could play at this game. You softly rubbed the towel through his hair. Drying all the strands as best as you could.

Yami could only hold back a groan from the feeling. You softly tugged in some places as his hair knotted. He knew what you were doing, but it was his own fault for teasing you. As soon as you dried him off, you headed over to the chair in front of his desk. He handed you your food as you silently thanked him. The two of you ate in peaceful silence before he spoke,

"Thank you for helping me (y/n), it means a lot"

You hummed in reply,

"It was no big deal. Anytime you need me, you got me"

You playfully winked before chewing. Yami was holding back from confessing right there. You were so amazing. He loved your presence. Although he did not express it as often, he truly admired you. Your constant refusal from his gifts made him intrigued. The more you declined, the more he wanted to spoil you. He wanted you to know how special you were.

You looked at the clouds outside, watching as they slowly dismantled to reveal the sun. You checked the time on your phone, realizing it was time for you to go home,

"As much as I would love to stay with you Yami, I actually have to head home. My shift at the café starts soon"

Yami nodded,

"I understand. I'll see you later then"

You laughed at his persistence. Yami previously watched over you in the bar, and now he watched over you in the café. It wasn't for the entire night, but he came in for about two hours just to make sure you were alright. You packed your purse along with some work you needed to finish,

"Bye bye Mr. Muto"

To tease him one last time, you bent forward to pick up the keys you "accidentally" dropped, revealing a bit of your cleavage to him. You quickly stood and walked out smirking.

Yami, on the other hand, had to contain his excitement when it came to you...

Until he got home.