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011 ๑ packing, not lacking 🍋 shinsou

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Pairing: Hitoshi Shinsou x Fem!Reader

Summary: Shinsou, known popularly for being a player, decided you would be his play toy until the near future.

Tags: ┊Making Out┊ Neck Kisses┊Sweet Nothings┊Whispers┊Flirting/Seducing┊⋆˚ 

IMPORTANT NOTES:

(1) This has a general topic of Shinsou attempting over and over again to seduce you . If you don't like the thought of that, this story isn't for you! (Also being used for sexual purposes only.)

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His mere sight wants to make you throw up.

Just the way everything reminds you of this boy, this simple one-night stand, who you can't seem to get off your mind. All of these feelings trace back to that one lonely night during a school trip.

It was a disastrous trip, as your rather small school decided to take a trip up into the mountains for a week. The whole long story isn't exactly something you want to remember, so you proceed to skip to the..."good" part.

A long, long day had passed. You were so tired your brain wouldn't think correctly, not even process feelings. Although one feeling intrigued your brain enough to drive your actions of that night. The feeling of lust, more accurately desperation. It had been so long since you've been touched, and it felt almost draining. You didn't care who, or what kissed you- as long as it was some type of escape from your sucky love life.

Little did you know, your wishes deep down would be granted by some love god above. As you would later realize, this god wasn't one of love, rather awkwardness.

"So? What do you think?" Shinsou's voice rings in your ears. The classic tick tock of a clock sings in the background as he awaits your reply.

"Uh...yeah. I'll help you pack your suitcase. But what will I get in return?" Your fingertips fumble behind you.

"Hmm...how about some snacks? There's a 7-Eleven down the street, I'll buy something for you."

The corners of your mouth turn upwards in pure bliss. Yes, you were helping this grown man pack, but at least you were getting fairly compensated.

"So, what's the first step?" Your hands place themselves on your hips, eager for the task up ahead.

"Follow me, partner." Shinsou starts to head back to his room, with you close behind.

The door shuts loudly.

Here you were, the placed you dreamed of being in (lots of parties were held here, but you felt the people inside you wouldn't bond with). Although you were just here to pack. Nothing else.

"So...pretty messy in here, eh?" Shinsou paces around the room, eyeing every speck of dust he can find.

"Yup. The roommates you have are shitty." Your joke breaks a small chuckle from him, causing you to smile. Following your comment, an awkward silence creeps in.

As the silence continues, you can't help but think about this tall, purple haired man. Why did you...find yourself trying to talk to him every chance you can get? Did you love him? Surely not, as you could never imagine kissing him, let alone dating him. After all, he was famously known to be a player. He flirts with every single girl in a hundred-mile radius, and you were no different from the others.

But the way he walks...so confidently but laid back at the same time. How is he so effortlessly hot? His hair flows as he brushes his hands through his purple hair, drowning you in admiration.