dulcefms

[dulcefms]

WHAT DOES DAHLIA HAVE TO SAY? tysm for all the kind messages ive received abt my leon drabble!! UGHH im so thankful for all the support and id be super happy if u guys sent in some requests or messages abt more stuff you'd like to see on here :33 ill try my best to get to everyone but pls don't expect me to answer every single of of you right away ദ്ദി(╥﹏╥) regardless.. i hope this is also up to ur guys' expectations ♡♡ it's a little short BUT i promise it's good (uhm i think).

CONTAINS nothing other than angst + very slight fluff n an absolute case of one-sided love >_<

SYNOPSIS since the day megumi met you, he could've sworn his entire world just lit up with color. so, what's a guy to do when the girl they'd been secretly crushing on asks for advice about a guy that she likes?

it was a bit obvious—very obvious at that.

it was the way his eyes would completely focus on your lips a beat too long whenever he'd see you applying chapstick. the way he'd gnaw on his bottom lip whenever the two of you were talking as he took in every fiber of your being.

it was the way he’d silently hold your gaze when he thought you weren’t paying attention, as if memorizing every detail of your face was something he had to do in order to survive.

oh, and let's not name the way he'd so obviously clutch his own pearls whenever you'd touch him, throat closing up and heart beating as if he had just been running a marathon.

you accidentally bumped into him? his face was immediately the same color of red as the panties you chose to wear that day, muscles involuntarily tensing and it seemed he was one furiously apologizing.

sure, to everyone else he was unreadable. cool. detached. maybe even a little brooding. but to you? he may as well have had a neon sign blinking “IM WHIPPED” taped to his forehead.

and yet, you remained utterly and completely unaware for the longest time.

maybe it was the way you always treated him the same—like the shy, stubborn kid from years ago who used to trail behind you with scraped knees and pockets full of excuses. maybe it was because you never noticed how he watched you like you hung the stars just for him.

you’d tug on his sleeve without thinking, lean your head on his shoulder like it was your birthright, laugh like he wasn’t losing his mind over the way your lips curled when you smiled. and megumi—quiet, careful megumi would take it all, absorb every touch, every glance, every offhand “you treat me so well,” and store them in the safest parts of his memory. because that was all he got.

you never saw how tightly he gripped the edge of the bench after your hand brushed his. never caught the way his jaw tensed when someone else made you laugh. never noticed how when you glanced his way—he'd already be looking.

it was obvious. to everyone but you.

so the day he heard “i think i have a crush on someone.” fall from your lips, his heart fell straight to his ass.

and megumi? he just blinked.

“oh,” he said. plain. clean. no emotion. and he really hated how practiced that felt and probably sounded.

“who?” he questioned, staring ahead as you two continued walking home from school.

“he’s kind of awkward. but in a way that makes him seem.. I don’t know, real? like, he says things and then tries to backtrack them all flustered.” you laughed. “it’s cute.”

megumi’s stomach twisted. that was him. that was exactly the kind of thing he did around you.

but you didn’t realize that.

no, instead, you looked up, eyes searching his, unknowingly digging into something fragile.

“do you think i have a chance?” you asked, hopeful.

“sure. you're easy to fall for..” he mutters, and you just smile.

what you don’t notice is how his fingers curl into his palms, as if restraining the urge to take your hand in his. or how his jaw clenches slightly, because he wants to say something—wants to tell you how your laugh punches the air out of his lungs every single time. wants to tell you that your presence is the only thing that keeps his head above water on the worst days.

you snort, raising an eyebrow before you skip over a crack in the concrete. “okay, flirt.” again. another laugh slipped past your lips. the kind that made his heart skip more than just a few beats.

a few seconds passed in complete silence, but megumi had to practically peel his feet up to continue walking, or else he'd fall face flat into his own misery.

“go get him.” he said. breaking the awkward tension that only he felt.

he didn’t mean it. but he said it anyway.

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DAHLIA is thinking about..

a super whiny leon kennedy 𐙚 who just cannot get enough of your tight little cunt as your walls squeeze the absolute breath out of him causing him to gasp continously with every sharp movement of his hips. his cock leaks with cum as soon as he opens his previously shut eyes to stare down at your oh, so beautiful little face taking him in so good. he'll be so vocal about it as well, making sure to voice his pleasure by grunting and rambling on about how much he loves your pussy, how it belongs to him and most of all, how you belong to him and only him. he won't want to stop even if he just came.

he'll be such a mess, his arms giving out as he rests on top of you for a moment before getting back to destroying you.

he'll lean down to kiss away at your skin, leaving small butterfly kisses everywhere he can reach as his mouth falls agape, eyes now rolling back when he hears his name roll off the tip of your tongue. he'll continue to pound into you as he apologizes for finishing so soon, repeating sorry's like his life depends on it, whispering so quietly and breathlessly. his lips will be so close to your ear, one hand gripping your hips and the other toying with your breasts that he also, cannot get enough of.

he loves the way they'd bounce so softly with every little jitter, his thumb flicking at your nipples before he takes them into his mouth, but not before he asks for permission. he'll be all, “can i suck on these? please say yes?” then he'll squeeze them in a little pattern with these watery, wide little eyes.

because gosh, does this boy ask for permission about everything he does. always checking in with you, asking before he kisses you or before he leaves any marks on you. he's such a gentleman when he's with you. he'd want to be such a good boy for his mommy, just so he can finally get his treat and cum inside of you, stuffing you all up. and when he does, it's a huge load. his hips will stutter, his fingers immediately flying to your clit as he rubs it furiously in short circles so you're finally finished with him. he'll thrust his seed into you, making sure nothing spills, but ultimately failing as it dribbles down your thighs onto the sheets, grunting so loudly as his body shakes with his orgasm.

and when everything is done, he'll look down at his masterpiece. the way your body is twitching, eyes staring back up at his own. your arms and legs wrapped around him with your hair all messy and the way your body glistens with sweat. his favorite part though, is when he looks down at your aching cunt, his juices oozing from your hole. he'll he so enticed and entertained, completely dazed as he watches it roll down everywhere.

the last thing he'd say would be, “thank you..” before he leans back down, whispering a thousand praises before kissing every exposed spot, nipping at the soft flesh.