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#may or may not have accidentally written a transmasc coded character while writing this
hana-no-seiiki · 1 year
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Hairpin | Popped
YAN DELINQUENT OC x READER
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Mori didn’t like salons or barbershops. He didn’t like it when people touched his hair or any part of his body for that matter. Despite his harsh looks and demeanor he had quite the fragile personal bubble. As such, his hair was kept a bit long throughout his life, only getting minor trims when his father doubled down and forced him to man up and take it.
He was used to snapping at people if they ever went too close, beating up those who thought they’d survive a brush with him.
And then came you, nonchalantly putting a hairpin on his head. As if he hadn’t singlehandedly sent a dozen students to the hospital just this morning. You, who suddenly stepped into his personal space like it was nothing, making a speech about him having to thank you for helping with his awful, smelly hair.
He didn’t like you. Maybe even hated you. Who were you to touch him like that? Hold his head so gently despite your cutting words.
And why couldn’t he stop thinking about you? Thoughts of rebellion and sticking it to the authorities were soon replaced by your scowl. Your soft hands. The mix of your bitter personality and sweet countenance.
Ah, and your hairpin.
Right. You must have worn this before. Used it on your own hair as you’ve done his. Held it, run it along your locks, cover it with your bodily oils.
He couldn’t help it. His tongue just started roaming the metal accessory. Desperate for a taste of you, a semblance of the feeling he got through your encounter. His hands subconsciously moved over his crotch, palming over his boxers.
He could think of another thing of his you could pop.
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Want another fic with Mori/ to know what he looks like ? Check this post out !
If you want to check out his character profile , go to this link !
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