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iwaasfairy · 1 year

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tw. noncon/dubcon, implied yandere, forced emotional cheating, virginity, service dom, coercion/manipulation, corruption kink, size kink, creampie, service dom! tsumu, degradation and praise wordcount. 5.5k

a/n. commissioned by a lovely person who wanted to stay anonymous, thank you so much for commissioning me and trusting me with your story, and i really really hope it delivers and you enjoy!!! this is kinda softer than my usual stuff but also still read the tws pretty please ♡♡♡ ya and ty and enJOYyy some tsumu

miya atsumu x fem!reader

“Come up, will ya?” he smiles, grabbing your hand and swinging the interlaced pair back and forth. You can’t help but have to bite back a tiny smile at the way his rougher hand links into yours, and butterflies still erupt any time his hazel eyes find you.

“Shin, I-” you sigh back, before quietly chuckling as he heaves you up onto the bleachers and tugs you along to slide in right next to the familiar face. Aran rolls his eyes, but you can tell that there’s too much fondness in his look to seriously mind the lovey-dovey shit— and really, you can’t help it.

Any girl your age would be expected to go all heart eyes when their boyfriend looks at them that way. “Happy now?” you ask as you’re pushed between Aran and the escape to the outside fresh air, void of all the sweaty teen musk and squeaking sneakers, and Shinsuke smiles ever so slightly at the sight.

“Yes, I am. Keep our long-suffering ace company for a bit while he patches up his ankle, won’t ya?” He’s already escaping down from the stands with the knowledge that you will, because if nothing else, you love watching the guys play. You’ve loved watching Shinsuke play ever since middle school, and Aran’s expression gives you the idea that he knows this too. Because he simply shrugs, and re-wraps the ice pack a little better around that wounded ankle.

“Aye aye, Captain,” you shoot back as he makes his way back to the court, and this time, he gives you that wonderfully cheeky smile that made you fall head-over-heels in the first place. “And you, you’re a third year. You’re supposed to be one of the responsible ones.” You give the tall ace to your side a side-eye as he laughs full and loud, and nods.

“Sorry, Mrs. Kita. It won’t happen again.” Practice continues for another half an hour in peace, as you joke around with your boyfriend’s best friend for a while, tossing the occasional stray ball back onto the court, but mainly, just watching the guys play. You didn’t use to have such a love for the sport. When you were a ball-girl back in middle school, you only did it because it was an easy extra grade on your report card, and kept you sort of busy during hours you wouldn’t have anything else to do.

But now, sometimes it seems as much your life blood as it is theirs. You probably wouldn’t have developed such a crush on the quiet, well-spoken boy with the fluffy tufts of hair that flopped about if you hadn’t kept with it, wouldn’t have dated him, wouldn’t have laid in the dark talking about what your life together might look like. Watched Shin grow into the person he is today.

You smile and wave as Shinsuke looks up at you yet again and throws back a wink, and a few of the guys follow his gaze. Familiar lazy gazes of differing shades of brown. But they stay quiet, for now, and the team captain claps his hands to call for a break. And the lankiest of your middle blockers groans and reaches for a bench too quickly, as everyone disperses. Aran makes his way down the stands for the toilet, Ginjima follows suit, and your boyfriend goes through the trouble to start collecting the balls with the same single-minded focus he always has while practicing. But before you can so much as manage to make it down the stairs to help him out, a familiar figure comes up beside you.

“Captain’s got it, I think,” Atsumu smiles as he comes to walk beside you, not the slightest bit winded despite having jogged up to you after an hour of intensive training— and blinks down at you with the self-assured grin you’ve come to expect of the star setter. “Yer still comin’ to our practices, huh?”

“Yes, Miya. Believe it or not, I actually like watching you guys play, ‘m not just here to waste time and gawk.”

“Whoa, doll,” the blond isn’t fazed, and simply throws up his hands in mock-defense, “I wouldn’t dare question the validity of yer visits. I mean, ya brighten up the place, really.” The comfortable way he swings an arm over your shoulder and leans in a little isn’t too far out of how he usually acts, and you do know that Atsumu’s pretty damn touchy with everyone. But his smile, and the way his eyes flick down your face with an almost grating intensity— will never stop feeling flirty- and therefore- inappropriate. Though you try to find something fitting to say, he’s already running his mouth again before you get the chance to.

“Would be even better if ya’d put on a shirt with my name on it and took some cheer classes,” he gloats, and the way he walks leaned into you keeps his face much too close to yours as you go to frown at him, “bet ya’d really suit the Inarizaki colors when you glare like that.” It sets you off, and he knows it does, because he’s dodging the way you go to swing at his arm with a chuckle before you get to, and catches your fist in his hand to squeeze it a little. “Hah, always so mean to me. Getting predictable, pretty girl.”

Your bottom lip is sucked to slot between your teeth, and you roll your eyes, shrugging off the other hand that he tried to ruffle through your hair. “You’re exhausting.”

“Sure is,” Shinsuke suddenly mumbles, tossing a ball at the setter that he manages to catch, before raising a brow. “That’s my girlfriend, Atsumu. If you would, please.”

“Ya got it, Cap’n. Of course,” he chants back with a sing-song-y voice, but his thumb still rubs another few circles into the soft skin of your hand before he goes to annoy Osamu and Suna instead. It sends a cold shiver down your spine, but he’s pulling away before you have the chance to really acknowledge the touch. And if Kita has any concerns about what he just saw, you sure as hell can’t tell, when he pulls you close and places a loving kiss between your brows. But you still have to force yourself to ignore the way Atsumu gives you a once over and -if you didn’t know the guy better than that- undresses you with his eyes.

Graduation should feel a little bittersweet, you guess. The party isn’t too wild, considering, but it’s still loud and a little over the top— so you confine yourself to the area further away from the pounding music and sip reasonably mild drinks while the rest of the team and their plus-ones take their best attempt at rattling Suna’s house off its’ foundations. It’s warm for a spring night, and sweat sticks to the back of your neck and chest from the earlier forced dancing you were pulled into. But now the pool table has been abandoned for the garden, and you take the few quiet moments to breathe.

Most of the guys will be moving on to professional level, a few of them to university, and another few have jobs lined up. Just last year, Shinsuke moved back out to the countryside, and Aran to Tokyo; and while you’ve all tried to keep up communications, distance really does play a big part in it. And now it’s all your turns… It’ll be safe to say you won’t see some of them again much in just a few quick months. The thought already fills you with a strange sort of nostalgia. You don’t get too much rest though, because a flash of blonde followed by an equally handsome, dark-haired copy filter back into the house. Atsumu brightens a little when he spots you, lazy eyes sharper and more calculating in the low light of the house. Of course he does, he seems to have a strange fascination with annoying you to bits.

“Well, pretty girl, ‘ve ya been abandoned by yer human defense robot?” His handsome face paints on a grin, with slightly rosy cheeks and ears, that almost makes him look a few years younger. Almost makes him look innocent. You know better though, and swallow down the want to give back some snarky comment that would surely have you in a battle of wits until someone puts a stop to it. And his twin… isn’t that person. You wonder how much he’s had to drink. Not that you’re doing much better, anyway. You can feel the buzz in your blood and the heat on your face.

Osamu’s hair is messy and fluffier than usual, probably courtesy of the girlfriend he brought and— with a quick glance around the room— has been left on her lonesome somewhere in the partying group outside. You pity her just a little bit, but it doesn’t exactly surprise you that the Miya twins aren’t the most consistent with their affections. The guys started having groupies all the way back in freshman year, and the years have only built upon that fame. The darker haired of the two puts a fist into Atsumu’s shoulder, before crossing his arms. “That’s our last Captain yer talkin’ about, stupid Tsumu. Show some respect.”

“Aw, Samu. I’m sorry, alright.”

You smile softly, and nod your head towards the door. “Not abandoned. He stepped out for a minute for a smoke,” you cut them off, knowing full well they could continue their bickering for hours if left to it. It’s not like you don’t like the twins. They’re obnoxious, and boisterous and hyper at the best of times, but they’re insanely talented too. You would like them, if not for— Atsumu feeling too comfortable hanging his arm over your shoulder to pull you in for a hug, heavy cologne mixed with a scent that is distinctly more him enveloping you as you freeze up. “Miya-”

“‘S gonna be weird without everyone ‘round, huh? I’ll miss ‘em,” he lowers his voice as he keeps your face into his chest, and simply out of a desire not to feel too awkward, you allow your arms to wrap loosely around his back. You give a little motion to be let out of the hug to nod, and smooth your hands down your pants.

“Yeah, me too.”

There’s a sort of glint in Atsumu’s eyes that seems like tenderness as he pats your shoulder, then smiles. “Well, a’least you’ll know me.” Your expression must give away your confusion, because he continues. “Yer goin’ to Tokyo uni, I’m goin’ to Tokyo to check out some of the teams there. It’ll be good. Don’t tell me yer just gonna ignore me when we’re gonna live so close together.”

You don’t think it over- Shinsuke must’ve told him. As the buzz washes over you and the music picks up outside, Atsumu’s large hands find your shoulders and he turns you around towards Osamu, who has already poured three large shots. “Oh, I don’t-”

“Come on~ for prosperity,” Osamu chants, his hand finding yours to unfurl it and place one of the large shot glasses in your hand. And Atsumu nods behind you, basically glittering from excitement. You’re normally a bit more -standoffish, by necessity- but the atmosphere of the night is light. And Tsumu’s hand on your lower back as he pushes you towards one of the chairs and sits you down is nice; even if you only realize a second or two after that he’s sat below you.

“Ya owe me a couple cheers at least,” Atsumu basically coos into your neck as he taps his own glass to yours. “‘Sides, I think Shin went ta go drop off some of the other guys, no need ta wait up for ‘em. Right Samu?”

“That’s what I heard, Tsumu.”

You don’t expect university to be the thing that breaks you, but the distance, the lack of communication, of support— all drag on you. You and Shin both promised to make it work, but he’s busy a lot. The farm keeps him occupied. At least- that’s what you have to assume when most of your messages get read and not answered. It isn’t like Shin, but then again, you suppose it’s a growing period. It’s natural.

More surprising than that is that through it all, Atsumu is there a lot more than you expected. The giant, prestigious sport center where he trains isn’t too far from your campus, but he still goes out of his way to swing by whenever he can to keep you company, which isn’t so self explanatory as you had hoped it would be. It’s not that you don’t make friends, or can’t make friends, it’s just that- after a few weeks- they just seem to vanish off of the face of the earth. Like they were never even there to begin with. You even catch some people purposefully avoiding you on campus as the year goes on.

But the workloads are heavy, and hard, so you sadly don’t have enough time in a day to worry about it as much as you would like to. You still have Atsumu, at least, and as much as you wouldn’t have wanted to admit it shy of a few months ago, his persistence about wanting to be by your side does slowly have you bending just a little.

“I swear it, cross ma little heart,” the blonde dramatically says while walking the grounds with you- on his free day- “am I not the best goddamn setter in the prefecture? What choice is there?” He runs a hand through his hair, then looks over at you to pout. “Make me feel better, c’mon.” Before you can really analyze the moment or how he looks at you with those warm brown eyes and too much fondness, his hand wraps around yours, slipping his fingers between yours with a strange determination.

You stop walking, and your school bag hits your thigh hard because of the abrupt stop. “Atsumu.” You’ve had this conversation with him about a million times. You are with Shinsuke. You have been with Shinsuke since middle school, and though dealing with the distance is hard right now, you promised to try. And he says he understands, and you’re making a big deal out of nothing— but it sure doesn’t seem like he does. “I am d-dating Sh-”

“Ya keep sayin’ yer dating, but where is yer boyfriend? Didn’t ya say he hasn’t been responding to yer messages?” Though he tries to keep his voice down, he doesn’t let go of your hand, and stares like he’ll burn holes through the shape of you. “Ain’t that proof enough?”

“I know Shinsuke, and you know Shinsuke. If he wanted to break up, he would say it.” You puff your chest out a little, and swallow, trying to untangle your hands from his grip. “He’s busy, and this is a transition period for us both, and I just- I want to make it work.” Atsumu seems to cling on for a second longer with a slight kink in his brow, but then he lets go and sighs, rubbing his hands back and forth through his lighter blonde hair with a groan.

“Fine— fine! If ya gotta hear ‘im say it…”

The irony tastes bitter. It stings with every swallow, really.

‘I think it’s not working out. I’m sorry. We should break up.’

You’re staring at the message for the nth time this evening, burying yourself in your cocoon of blankets and an almost empty back of chips yet again. You must’ve breathed it into existence, right? There’s no way around the timing of the message, and the sick way it churns in your stomach. You’re halfway towards another crying fit when Atsumu plops himself down onto your bed and grimaces. “Put that down,” he mumbles, snatching the phone out of your hand despite your glare, “you’ve been cryin’ all fucking evening. You really wanna do more of that?”

“I didn’t ask you to come over,” your voice is a murmur, pinched and sad and tiny, because who wouldn’t be heartbroken at a moment like this. “You just invited yourself in, which- hck- is the worst timing you’ve ever had.”

“But yer glad I’m here. I know ya are.” Whatever. Maybe you’re a little glad for the company, but Atsumu’s flavor of bluntness is really doing a number on you. Instead you reach for a tissue and blow your nose again, and try not to cry yourself to death. “He didn’t treat ya right anyway, don’t lie t’ yerself. Hey- look- look at me, c’mon,” his hands are on your face as he tugs it towards him and stares too deep into your eyes, brushing his thumbs along your cheekbones. “No more cryin’ about yer shitty high school crush. Not while I’m here, and I’m yer amazing, incredible support system that yer so very grateful for-” He breaks off in laughter when you have to bite a chuckle back despite your heartache, and try to pull your face out of his touch.

But he lingers, and leans in a little. “What? Am I wrong?”

“You’re not wrong, and I- I’m glad you’re here-” It isn’t a lie, but he’s still leaning in, and his face is growing awfully close and it’s- it’s too soon— and you shrink into your cocoon and look away in an attempt to save the situation. Shin broke up with you hours ago. “Atsumu-” you start, only to be cut off as he tugs the blankets down somewhat harshly, and clicks his tongue.

“Stop runnin’. Yer always doing this crap, I’m…” He sighs, and tries to coach you back out with thinly veiled patience. “Am I really so bad to ya? Hm?”

“Of course you’re not.”

He sits back, before patting his lap, and looks at you. In the last light of the sun that falls through your window he’s cast in the prettiest oranges and pinks, and looks almost ethereal to the world. You’re not blind. That was never in question. “Come here.” Despite being conflicted, there’s a glint in his eye that worries you. That if you were to disagree, he’d leave. And you’re not sure you could handle that right about now. As he leads you out of the blankets you notice how cold your room is in just a shirt and some ugly shorts, and Atsumu mumbles something under his breath. “Ya weren’t this shy at graduation, y’know.”

Your frown digs into your face, but his hands settle on your hips as he pulls you in and pushes you down into his lap with a soft hum. “What do you mean- graduation?”

“Just settle down, will ya? Jeez.” Warm hands that slide to the small of your back to force you ever so close to him, your heart basically stuttering out of your ribcage. “Always so damn skittish ‘round me.” You always wondered a little, truthfully. If the way Atsumu’s touches would linger on you was something to worry about, keep an eye on. If you should have been more careful about setting boundaries- and how he looks at you now, his bottom lip pulled between his teeth as he gives you an up and down… it says enough. Too much, even.

And though you admit that your heart is pattering like a hummingbird, there’s a much larger issue here. You love Shinsuke, you want- Shinsuke, p-promised you’d make it work for him— and it's barely been a few hours. You can’t, so you try to find the words to say; but the blond leans down to start pressing kisses down the side of your neck with a soft chuckle. His arms wrap tightly around your back, even though you place a hand on his chest and shake your head. “Tsumu, no. We can’t, I- can’t, let go.”

The noise he makes into the kisses trembles through your skin and seems to reach bone, before he squeezes a little harder to keep you slotted against him. “Yer so pretty, baby. Always were so fuckin’ pretty,” he goes from keeping you in his lap to slowly pushing you back in bed, sending your breathing into shallow spikes.

“Tsumu, cut it out!”

“I know yer nervous,” his pretty brown eyes are blown out when he pushes you down by your shoulders and you’re buried in your blankets, before he descends on your throat and chest again, kissing and leaving biting nicks, “didn’t do nothin’ like this before right? Know ya were waitin’- but I got ya now. Relax, I’ll make ya feel good. Promise.” The idea that Tsumu knows something so personal about you doesn’t even cross your mind— though it should, more than the way his weight and size locks you in place under his strong, athletic body.

“No, no, I- Shin just broke up with me- and I-”

His expression darkens, eyes narrowing a little as he comes to hover over you, one hand brushing your cheek as the other wraps tight around your wrist. “Don’t say another man’s name when I got ya under me.” He takes a long breath, before descending on you, mouth to mouth, and then pushing his tongue into your mouth too hard for you to keep him out. You try to call his name, but he kisses you without regard, uncaring as he grips your face and makes a noise of agreement when you relax your jaw out of sheer necessity. “Ya’ve got no idea how long I’ve wanted ya, doll. Really, hah.”

His hand slides down your chest to start picking the shirt up your body, and though your rapidly rising and falling chest is exposed, his eyes stay sharp on you, and you can’t help but choke on your cries. He doesn’t look right. His eyes are wide and so sharp, mouth slightly curled as he forces your both wrists next to your head. “Thought I was gonna have ta kill ‘im for you ta finally give in, but-” He kisses you again, before the hand gripping your face snakes down between your bodies to grab your tits through your shirt as he repositions his thighs to lock your lower half in place under him. “Yer gonna be a good little thing for me, ain’t ya?”

“Tsumu,” you squeak, fisting your hands into his shirt by his shoulders, but it only makes him groan in response. “Let me go, I want-”

“You don’t know what ya want.” He takes a deep breath, before slipping his hands under the garment and brushing his thumb over your raised nipples, peeked from the cold air. “But I do. ‘N I’m gonna make ya beg for me so fuckin’ good.” He lets you go for a moment to take your shirt off with rough tugs, before staring again. “See, Samu said I should give it a rest. But how can I, when I knew you’d be the prettiest little virgin cunt ever? Hm?” He licks his lips, before leaning down to start kissing all over your tits, sucking and tugging at your nipples with noises that make you grow from the inside. A cold shiver rolls down your spine, and you find yourself pulling his hair despite yourself. Because it feels good, and heat pools low in your belly.

“Tell me ya want it. Tell me ya want me.” The fire that seems to glint behind his eyes takes you aback, and you try to scramble from under him, but he’s back over you before you get a chance to. Gripping your face and forcing you into another kiss, the taste of his tongue on yours, deep and heavy. “People here hate ya, don’t ya know that? Think yer a real bitch. That’s why no one wants to be yer friend.” He rests his forehead to yours, so that you’re basically breathing each other’s air, and hums. His free hand starts taking off the sweats he’s wearing in a smooth motion, leaving him hard in just boxers. “But I’ve been ‘ere for you.” Another kiss. “I’m good to ya, too.”

The room is so hot, and your brain completely thrown off with the mix of all emotions you’ve felt in these short few hours; and it has you all fucked up. Tsumu must know this, but he doesn’t care. And you take a few panted breaths, looking between your two bodies at the was your tits brush up against him each time you move— he’s so close. “So say you want it, or I’m leavin’.”

“I want it.” Your voice shakes as it comes out, eyes stinging, head floaty— it barely feels like you said anything at all. “I want you.” He takes that as all he needs before grinning, kissing your temple and shuffling off you to shove his boxers down his thighs, before grabbing himself by the base and stroking a few lazy pumps along himself.

“Here, kiss it,” he nods his head towards it, helping you up and then right back down so you’re on your hands and knees. You’re getting wet. Sadly, you didn’t exactly think to put on any nice panties, but Tsumu doesn’t care as he makes you lean in and down until you can rest your lips to his cock, and he makes another noise. “I know it’s kinda bad but- I’ve been wanting ta fuck yer face for years now. Put- yer tongue out.” The admission only makes you feel more hot and hazy, and you do as you’re told. “Ahh, mhm.” He tastes weird when he pushes the glossy head to your tongue, translucent precum coating your tongue, but he takes a few more pumps, then pushes you back over.

“But not now, I wanna fuck you first. Yer gonna let me fuck your tight, little cunt, right?” The plush in your face doesn’t hide the heat as it floods to your face, your belly, down your legs— and he manhandles your legs up to start peeling off your shorts and panties. You can feel the strings of slick as they connect your wet pussy and the fabric, and hide your face into your shoulder before he groans your name again. “Yer so fuckin’ wet, look atcha. Already a little cock tease, and I haven’t even done nothin’ yet.” Your hot, puffy pussy is revealed, and he swipes two fingers out to circle around the wet hole without hesitation, only pulling back to slot the digits in his mouth. He shrugs his shirt off and tosses it next to the bed, then comes to kiss you again.

“Ya taste that? That’s yer pussy gushin’ like a whore for me. Only me.” He kisses like he’s got something to prove, taking your mouth up until all you can think of is him, and the places where your skin seems to zap under his rough hands. Each touch leaving you more breathless than the next. And you’re forced to just nod along and abide, because you couldn’t ask for what you need if you tried. He plays with your tits while pushing first one prodding digit in, but soon pushes up with two. “Gotta- prep this little hole before I fill you up, right? That’d be the nice thing to do. Even though ya haven’t been very nice to me, babe.”

“‘m sorry- Tsumu-” you hold back a whimpering moan as he squeezes your tits hard and flicks your nipples, and his fingers slowly push into you. The wetness dripping down your slit and along your inner thighs is hot, and your body curves instinctively as he slowly slides in and out a few times, while the man above you chuckles.

“No, you ain’t, little minx.” His grin is still wide though, hiking your one leg higher to get a better look at the way your greedy pussy swallows up his long fingers and he fucks you open so easily. “S’okay tho, I forgive ya. ‘Cus I’m gonna get to fuck this pretty pussy first.” The slick sounds fill the room and sound so, so loud, and lewd, and yet, there’s still more noise coming from your throat as he goes deeper again and his thumb finds your puffy clit with a little hum. “Uhuh, that feel good? Look at you enjoying this. Didn’t you want me ta stop? Huh?”

“Hm,” you just answer, grabbing your own chest with one hand, his arm with the other. He’s so much bigger than you like this, so muscular and intimidating. You look between your bodies to watch his fingers bottom out, and though the stretch is a little uncomfortable, it’s mostly just really, really good, filling your head with fog. Tsumu’s thick cock twitches between his legs, and he leans in to kiss you again. This time pulling his hand back to slide it into your mouth instead, making you gag when his fingers hit the back of your throat. You taste heady, a little musky, and lick your lips for the thin thread of spit when he pulls back.

“Alright, say thank you, Tsumu.”

“-thank you, Tsum-” you parrot, and also freeze under him when he goes to reposition himself and his cock head pushes at your sloppy, wet slit. “Wait- condom-”

“Shhh, just relax. If you freak out it’ll hurt ya.” He places one elbow next to your head, and lines himself up better, before starting to push into you already, and your leg jerks. He’s really big. Too big, you think, trying to take a deep breath as he starts breaking open your slick walls and slowly moving back and forth through it. “Aghh, that’s- it, that’s it, thatsithatsit-” He moans loudly, pushing your cheek up and kissing you back long and deep, tongues messily tangling and tasting each other, bumping noses as he fucks in, and in, and in. It pulls every thought out of you, every fiber filled with electricity. The tightness is painful, but you don’t want him to pull back, and judging by the way he groans into your mouth, he won’t anyway.

“You’re crazy if you think I’m fucking my tiny virgin cunt with a condom,” he pants when pulling back, eyes blown wide. His hand pushes your knee up more to stare at where you’re connected, before pulling back halfway and fucking back in, and the pressure on your womb and belly is enough to have you whining out so loud it barely sounds human. “That good, huh?” He bottoms out again, feels so fucking deep inside you that you can feel him high up in yourself bumping against your walls, and it feels so good, so, so good your toes curl and your knees lock around him.

“Fuck,” you can just barely gasp, before he pumps into you again, and starts really grinding himself into you. Slick drips out of you with each thrust, and makes the bed rattle under his weight. His hair sticks matt to his forehead, his lip pulled between his teeth, and the wet slapping of his hips meeting your skin is so distracting. Everything aches. Everything feels so good. You can barely even feel the sting anymore, jerking on his cock like you are. “Tsumu, I-”

“Gon’ have ta wait, princess,” he suddenly chokes, “yer clamping down on me like crazy— fuck.” He lifts one knee to push your legs open more, and then just shakes his head as he starts speeding up. “Oh, fuck it, gonna fill you up first. So fuckin’ tight, god, fuck-” The heavy thrusts go more sloppy, rapid as he chases his own orgasm and squeezes your thigh hard, yanking your teary cheeks back towards him as you pant to slide a finger between your lips and dropping a glob of his own spit into your mouth like it’s normal. Groaning into your mouth, and fucking his fat cock so deep into you you see stars. “One experience at a time, right?”

“Ah, Tsumu- p-please, fuck-me more, more, touch- more.” Your head rolls back as he pulls your hips back into him again and again, before suddenly locking up, and feeling how hot ropes of cum fill you up and he pants out your name in between a string of swears that all melt into a long growled moan as he stills. Only for a second though, because he’s quick to pull out and roll you back so that your knees are by your head, and he’s on top of you. He strokes his cock a few times, watching the last of the strings of thick cum land between your thighs. “Tsumu-” you pant, and take a breath, and pout- all at once. Because he stares at the way his cum comes out of your sloppy hole, before pushing it back inside. “Ughn-”

“Oh, don’t worry, baby. I’m not done. Not even close.” He spits onto his hand before bringing two fingers back to your pussy, and his thumb over your needy, puffy bud. And you jerk, blinks stuttering as you moan high and needy. Can’t help it. “Yer gonna wish I was done with ya long before I let ya out of this bed. I’m not done playing with my pussy.”

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kingdaddydaichi · 1 year

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Yo. Suga 18329&3466(% was the first of the 3rd years to lose his virginity. I’ll scrap a bitch on this. Suga been fuckin since his last year of junior high don’t come for me, I don’t make the rules.

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icedhoneyy · 2 years

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—Rumor has it, I make you nervous (pt. 3 of 3)

Miya Osamu x Reader

PART 1 ▪︎ PART 2

NOTES: Heres is the final part of Caly's @khinux request for the mini event <3, with the prompt: "Rumor has it, I make you nervous".

C.W.: friends to lovers, jealous!Osamu, arguments, a bit of angst but tooth-rotting fluff by the end, endless love for Mama Miya (again, lmk if i missed anything)

—icedhoneyy©: don’t copy, modify or repost my content on any platform. ☆ Reblogs, comments and feedback are always appreciated <3

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sunascumdoll · 3 years

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tiktok trend event, "grabbing his dick print to show off your nails" w/ kirishima/bakugo would be hilarious LMAOO

ɢʀᴀʙʙɪɴɢ ʜɪꜱ ᴅɪᴄᴋ ᴘʀɪɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ꜱʜᴏᴡ ᴏꜰꜰ ʏᴏᴜʀ ɴᴀɪʟꜱ

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢꜱ: ᴋᴇɴᴍᴀ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ, ᴋᴀɢᴇʏᴀᴍᴀ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ, ᴋɪʀɪꜱʜɪᴍᴀ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ, ʙᴀᴋᴜɢᴏᴜ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: ɢʀᴀᴍᴍᴀʀ ᴍɪꜱᴛᴀᴋᴇꜱ, ꜱᴜɢɢᴇꜱᴛɪᴠᴇ ʙᴜᴛ ɴᴏ ꜱᴍᴜᴛ

a/n: i got quite a few requests for this trend (down below)!! so i picked 2 from mha and 2 from hq! but don't worry, ill fulfill the rest of everyone's request on a separate post!!

as always reblogs are appreciated ♡

ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴛᴏ ᴛɪᴋᴛᴏᴋ ᴛʀᴇɴᴅ & ᴋɪɴᴋ ᴇᴠᴇɴᴛ

kenma

you cannot tell me kenma does not have the prettiest cock

and it’s so sensitive too

the second you grab it, it’s just jumping in your hands

kenma sat in his gaming chair, golden eyes trained on the computer screen in front of him. you had just gotten your nails done, long acrylics in your favorite shade of ____. you’ve already taken numerous pictures of your new set, but all the pictures seemed like they were missing something.

you enter your room and walts over to kenma, lightly tapping on his shoulder. he pulls one side of his headset off of his ear, before grunting in response.

“i got my nails done today! i couldn’t get a good picture and wanted to know if i could use your setup as my background?”

“yeah, go ahead, baby,” he murmurs and pauses the game, scooting his chair back a bit to give you room.

you cheekily smile before maneuvering in front of kenma and sinking to your knees. his eyebrow arches, eyes watching you intensely only for a curse to fly past his lips. your soft hands lightly stroke the outline of his growing member through his sweatpants, before softly gripping it. you open your phone camera and start recording, capture your nails, kenma’s setup lights, and of course the twitching of his eager cock.

you giggle when you feel kenma’s dick throb in your hand, “you okay, bubs?”

kenma groans, his head slowly nodding, “mhm, your nails are really pretty baby.”

kageyama

pls this baby would malfunction the second your hand grabbed his dick print

face as red as a tomato and he’s watching you like a hawk

he’s trying his best to contain the twitching, but your nails wrapped so prettily around his cock is making it difficult

you walk into your apartment, tossing your keys onto the side table, before walking to the living room. there sits your raven haired boyfriend scrolling through his phone.

tobio set his phone down in his lap, his own hand reaching out to grab yours, dark blue orbs scanning over your fingers, “they look pretty, babe.”

“you think so? ‘m glad you like them!”

tobio releases your hand and picks his phone up from his lap. you sit down next to him and open snapchat on your phone, selecting your favorite filter. once you pick out your filter, your hand glides over tobio's thigh and lands directly on his crotch.

"taking a video if my nails," you retort.

tobio grips his phone before peeking over the top of it, "what are you doing?"

tobio grunts, shifting underneath your grasp. the shade of crimson paints his cheeks and burns at the tip of his ears as he watches you grope his cock with your freshly manicured nails. your nails lightly trace the outline of his cock, before pulling away.

you hand your phone over to tobio, smilling as you play the video back for him, "is this video good?"

he grabs your wrist, placing it back on top of his now rock hard member, "it's a little blurry, r-record it again."

kirishima

wait can i say about rock cock

horse cock

that's it.

no but you'd go to grab his dick to record your nails

and he has the cheesiest smile on his face

a sense of pride swelling in his chest bc like

you could have any background for your video

but you chose to grip his dick

eijirou sat in the parking lot, waiting for your nail appointment to end. after about ten minutes, you exit the nail salon and enter the passenger side of his car.

eijirou grabs your hand, his thumb running over the freshly laid acrylic, "ooh, you went with ___? it's a nice color and looks really good on you, sweetheart."

you hum happily at his compliment, "thank you, baby! can you record a video for me?", you ask before handing your phone to him.

"sure thing!"

eijirou grabs your phone and opens up your camera app. once you hear the familiar ding of your camera recording, you immediately place your hand on his thigh. you walk your fingers up his thigh, grabbing onto his dick and palming it through his jeans. eijirou smiles as you gently squeeze his cock, purposefully making it jump and twitch in your hand.

"oh fuck~, your hands look so pretty," eijirou moans, zooming in to focus the camera on your small hand wrapping around his clothed cock.

bakugou

literally growls when you grab his dick

not like an angry growl

but like "do it again. see what happens" kind of growl

"katsuki, honey, look!" you quickly skip into your bedroom, excitedly waving your nails in front of his face.

katsuki lowers his phone, glancing at your nails before looking back at his phone, "cute."

you pout at the lack of enthusiasm from your boyfriend. you jump on the bed, settling down beside him and pulling out your own phone. you swipe over to your camera and open it before gripping your lover's dick.

katsuki locks his phone and sits up on his elbows, a deep growl rumbling inside his chest, "what are you doing?"

"taking pictures of my nails, the thumb is my favorite," you shrug, your thumb resting atop of his cock head and rubbing in small circles.

he growls once more, rough hands reaching out to grip your cheeks and pull your face closer to his, " rub it again, i dare you."

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saoney · 2 years

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Period Pain | ɪᴡᴀɪᴢᴜᴍɪ ʜᴀᴊɪᴍᴇ

𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬

↳ Iwaizumi Hajime x f!reader

Description: Iwaizumi taking care of his snappy baby?

Warnings: Mention of poop.

You can’t sit down. You really can’t sit down.

If you did, your period cramps gonna get worse. So you tried walking around the house fiddling through your social media trying to take off your mind from the pain in your womb.

It’s always like this, the first day of period. You can’t poop with ease, your back is hurt, you can’t get a comfortable sleep and all of this make you wanna snap. You swear you don’t mean to be so angry with everything but why, oh just why everything kept getting on your nerves especially on your first day of period?!

Even the spaghetti jar sauce won’t open today, when usually you can just open it with easily. This is so annoying!

You were about to throw the jar across the kitchen and that’s when Iwaizumi get in. His eyes wide seeing you about to go berserk over jammed lid jar of spaghetti sauce, his body move swiftly to catch it before it smashed on the floor.

Shock seeing your boyfriend’s on the floor with his arms tightly received the jar that you threw have you gasped at your place. Now, you feel bad..

“Babe, why did you throw this?” He asked, getting up on his feet as he set the spaghetti sauce on the kitchen counter.

“I tried to open it but it stuck, and I got mad.” You said, pissed is evident in your face but your voice sounded small because of what just happened.

“Look, you can just ask me. Here.” Your boyfriend handed you the spaghetti jar sauce.

You take the jar sauce and said your gratitude to him as you left to cook your now soggy pasta.

This is the problem. The problem is you don’t feel like eating anymore, suddenly the pasta you cooked doesn’t look appetising. A big sigh leave your mouth when you stand up to wrap your plate with the cling wrap and put it in the fridge.

You went to the living room and sit beside Iwaizumi who is now watching the last volleyball game of Japan team, trying to analyse their weakness and jot down what should be improved.

He notice you’re sitting slumps as your head rest in the curve of the sofa’s backrest staring at the ceiling while your hand lightly press on your lower stomach.

“You okay there babe?”

“Yeah.”

He’s not too happy with your tone but seeing your brows scrunching, he’s not gonna pay it no mind.

“Have you taken your menstrual med?” He asked again.

“Yeah, but usually even menstrual med don’t do much on the first day of period.” You replied as your hands went up to massage your temples.

“Well maybe, you’re just lacked water today.”

You believe your boyfriend is not being cynical, he just worried and caring of you to be in such a pain. But somehow it irks you— like water?

Seriously, water?!

You abruptly sit straight and turn to your boyfriend who is now jumpy seeing your air change around you.

You look mad but not really, your face is red though. You about to cry? Or you about to get angry? Iwaizumi doesn’t know but he know for sure that he have push the wrong button.

Uh-oh..

“Water? Really babe, water?! I’ve drank like twelve glass today because no matter how much I drink, I keep feeling thirsty and it’s because of the blood keep pumping out of me. And I can’t poop, because the stretch hurt me, my back and my thighs hurt and I’m tired!”

And with that you left him dumbfounded in the living room with tv echoing in the background.

This feels bad, everything feels bad.

You almost smashed the spaghetti sauce jar, you snapped at your boyfriend and on top of that, you slam the door so hard on him too.

Yes, you’re annoyed and in pain but that does not excuse the way you behave today. You wanted so badly to go back and hug your boyfriend, you wanna apologise to him.

Hajime must be so annoyed at me right now.

As you rolling and cocooning in your thick blanket drowning in your own remorse, you didn’t heard the door to your room clicking open.

“Baby..”

You jolted when you hear your boyfriend, softly calling out for you.

“Baby.”

You feel the weight shifted in the bed as Iwaizumi sat down beside your blanket-swaddled body. His hand went on looking for the opening in search of his beautiful girlfriend.

There she is.

“Are you still mad?” He asked as his hand caressing your head. Fingers faintly playing with your scalp.

“Don’t ignore me babe..” his breathe fanning your face as he lay down beside you, his eyes gingerly scanning your expressions.

“I’m not mad. I just… feel bad.” Your tears started to pooling at your waterline as your gazes turn to your boyfriend.

“I snapped at you. I almost smashed that jar and if it’s not for you, I might have to clean it.” You let out your hand from the blanket and you grip Iwaizumi’s forearm lightly.

“What if you get tired of me? I am always this snappy when I’m on my period and you always have to tends me. What if-”

“Stop.” You stopped talking as soon as that word drops from his mouth.

“I’ll let you talk if it’s about you misbehaving but to let you rant about me getting tired of you? Nuh-uh. You’re handful but my hands are bigger.” You snickered at his funny remarks.

“You’re in pain. It’s okay to throw a tantrums.. a little.” He laughed.

“But I will never stop tending you, baby. You’re mine and mine to take care of.” His hand slowly pry open the blanket just half of your body so he could run his hand on your ache back.

You smile at him. He has no idea how his words eases you.

“You’re so kind to me, Hajime.”

“What kind of a man is not kind to their own girl.” Your boyfriend huffed as he turn to his back and brings heat pad to you.

“Roll over babe, let me stick them on your lower back.”

“There.” He smoothen the heat pad as he fixes your shorts. “Any headache?” Your boyfriend asked and bring your pillow under your head.

“No headache but can you like.. play with my scalp, please?”

Without another words he move himself by your side, prop his arms so his face can rest on his palm. His fingers drew to your scalp, lovingly playing your curls.

“Like this?” He asked.

“Yeah.” A satisfying sigh leaving your lips.

A moment went by, Iwaizumi thought you already fall asleep when suddenly your question got him pause massaging your scalp.

“Do you love me?” He would reply you with a joke but seeing you so this vulnerable, he will only going to answer as truthful as you always hoped for.

“Always, and forever.” He kisses your forehead, your cheeks, your nose and your lips.

“I love you too, y/n.”

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strxwberrylemonxde · 2 years

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HQ Boys When You're On Your Period

Featuring: Ushijima, Tsukishima, Oikawa, Kenma

Genre: Comfort w/ a splash of crack

Warning: None

Word Count: 1.20k

A/N - Dear god this one took a bit to post. This one was a little self-indulgent but was so funny to write. This will be one of the last posts I make before I take like a one to two-week hiatus since final exams are coming up for me soon, so enjoy these little headcanons while I'm crying over studying for said exams! I'm still learning how to capture each character's personality so I'm so sorry if this is trash 💀

This man will give you the biggest and warmest cuddle session you have ever had in your entire life

Ushijima is just so l a r g e, there’s no way this man isn’t warm

Cuddling up to him will literally cure your period cramps

Like he’s just a walking heating pad at this point

In the beginning, I feel like, for the most part, he’s not really sure how to help

I don’t think he’s that dense that he doesn’t know what a period is, I think he has a general understanding of them but doesn’t understand how bad the symptoms can get

Like, you could be curled up on the bed, tears streaming down your face, a stabbing pain shooting through your uterus, and nausea and discomfort just ripping through you

And he’ll be standing on the side of the bed just patting your back awkwardly

But once you kind of explain to him how bad they can be, he kind of just starts to pick up on it

He may be a little dense at times, but he’s definitely a quick learner

He will ABSOLUTELY give you tummy rubs when your stomach is being a little baby-back [redacted]

Like I said earlier, he is just w a r m!! So his hand is bound to be warm too

Now take that, and imagine him humming to you to get you to fall asleep while he’s rubbing your tummy

After he lulls you to sleep, I feel like he’d leave some medicine and a glass of water for you to wake up to

He doesn’t want you to fall asleep or wake up in pain or discomfort

If you happen to stain the sheets, Ushijima will not bat an eye

He knows its normal so he’ll just gently wake you up, telling you that he prepared a warm shower/bath for you to clean yourself up in

And while you’re in the bathroom, he’ll change the sheets and get you a fresh pair of clothes for you, leaving them on the bed for you to find

If you feel embarrassed about staining the sheets, he’s not gonna understand why

“Embarrassed? Why? These things are normal, are they not?”

Sweet boy just wants to take care of his baby, and that’s what he’s gonna do

As much as he seems like he doesn’t care

He does

In my Tsukishima brain-rotted brain, deep down, I believe Tsukishima Kei hates seeing you in pain

Like wholeheartedly

I’m saying this with my entire chest rn, he hates seeing you like this

When he sees you curled up in the bed, fetal position, with your head tucked into your knees, on the inside his heart is slowly cracking

Of course, this kind of translates to “What’s up with you” in that kind of annoyed tone he always has

And when you kind of just grunt in response, he rolls his eyes and lays next to you

He’ll beckon you to lay closer to him and he will give you head scratches

If your period is giving you a headache, his head massages will ease you to sleep easily

And while you’re asleep? He’ll make or buy your favorite meal and buy some strawberry shortcake to share with you

He’ll let you sleep for a while before waking you up

He knows you feel like absolute trash, so letting you sleep in was the least he could do

“Hey sleepyhead, get up. I bought food”

If you’re dealing with mood swings, he knows how to calm you down

He could leave kisses on the top of your head

Or begrudgingly cuddle with you on the couch while watching your favorite movie

Either way, he’ll always find a way to defuse your mood swings

While his face and tone may say otherwise, his actions are sweet and tender, but of course, he’s not gonna admit that

Although Tsukki can be a little cold-hearted on the outside, his heart is always gonna be soft for you

He’s the most dramatic out of all of them

But he uses his dramatics as an excuse to take care of you

“I can’t have my poor Y/N suffer like this, it just breaks my poor little heart”

“You mean the same little heart that wanted to set Ushijima’s farm on fire?”

“😐😑😐”

Anything you need, Oikawa is out to get it

You need more pads? Tampons?

He’s out the house and to the store in 2 seconds flat

And you don’t even need to ask for snacks cus he’d buy them either way

He’ll buy you all of your favorite snacks and drinks without even having to be asked

He’s the type to spoil you on your period to make you feel better

Whatever you want, he’s there to provide it

This man looks like the biggest simp to the rest of his team

And he doesn’t even care because “my precious Y/N isn’t feeling well, I have to be a caring boyfriend and nurse them back to health”

Meanwhile, you’re literally on the sideline watching like 🧍‍♂️

I’m not joking when I say this man will treat you like glass

Maki definitely convinced him that people with periods shed their skin and he prepared everything for that to happen 💀

As funny as that was to you, you had to explain

Maki had to run 20 laps that day

His heart was in the right place though! He just wants his love to be as comfortable as possible during this time of the month

Kenma’s gonna find subtle ways to make you feel better

If you’re feeling nauseous, he will make you some tea and leave it on your nightstand for you

If your head starts to hurt, he’ll leave a few aspirin pills and some water

And if you’re laying in bed by yourself, he will crawl up next to you and lay with you, an arm draped over your body comfortably

If you so wished to, he will take a nap with you as well

He’s not gonna make a big deal out of it either

Out of all of them, I think Kenma is the one who knows what to do when you’re on your period

Like, he knows how your body functions in and out, like clockwork

Throughout your relationship, he’s been very perceptive of how you act and what your body does

And in turn, he knows the right ways to make you feel 10x better

At any point during your period, whether it be your lightest day or heaviest day, no matter what, Kenma will reserve a time where the two of you will just sit in bed and play games on his switch

If you aren’t feeling well, he’ll let you cuddle up to him and watch while he plays

He’ll give you a few kisses on your head or rub your back occasionally

And you guys will usually stay like this until you fall asleep

And if you’re up for a few games, he’ll use this time to keep an eye on you to make sure you’re alright

“Just relax against me, you’ll feel better soon. I promise”

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love-amihan · 3 years

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✧ masterlists ✧

I LIKE YOU // TSUKISHIMA KEI

word count: 1.0k+

amihan’s note: hey bae <33 thank you for waiting, i’m really sorry for the long wait T-T the enemies part was not that focused much but here you go, i’m sorry if it didn't turn out great 🙏 tsukki may be out of character but i honestly see him like this if ever he have a s/o, happy reading!

masterlist: 300 milestone

kei + enemies to lovers + “none of them can tease you but me”

jealous!kei x fem!reader

"your handwriting sucks," your seatmate comments while glancing at your notes before jutting it to their own notebook. you roll your eyes with a small smile, "like yours is any better."

your seatmate just mocks your voice, "like yours is any better, damn right" they say with their chin held up high. "i don't agree with you but whatever helps you sleep at night," you slowly start to pull on your notes, wanting to tease them a bit.

"heyyy" they whine out and squint their eyes at you, "you know, it's obvious when you lie" you raise a brow at them. "oh really?" you cross your arms, the sudden change of topic catching your attention. they nod, proudly stating "your eyebrows are more expressive than you think!"

your eyes widen at their claim, getting a little conscious with the mentioned facial feature. they let go of their pen and cross their arms, mirroring your current position, they exaggeratedly furrow their brows as if they're angry.

your mouth hangs open and nudge their arm, "i do not look like that!" they laugh while pointing at your face, "there you're doing it!" you glare at them as they continue to laugh. the two of you are interrupted by someone clearing their throat.

your seatmate looks up, seeing karasuno’s tall middle blocker, “what?” they raise a brow at him. kei just sniggers at him, “stop that” his face stoic in a blink of an eye. your seatmate chuckles while you watch the scene in confusion.

kei never fails to surprise you because out of all people, why would he say that? you open your mouth to tell him to 'piss off' but get cut off by your seatmate, “it’s none of your business with who y/n interacts to..” they glance at you and shrug.

“if i’m not wrong, you actually have no say with what she does” you nod along your seatmates’ words, they said nothing but the truth. kei was and is still your enemy ‘til this day. you don’t know how it started but it did and no one backed down ever since.

kei didn’t utter a word, reaching out to grab you by your wrist and pull you out of the room leaving your seatmate confused in their seat. “hey!” you try to wiggle out of his grip, to no luck, his grip just tightens.

“four-eyes!" you call out, dodging students along the way, "damn it!” kei keeps dragging you with him with one goal in mind. “tsukishima!!” you shout in frustration, kei stops and his grip loosens. it’s been a while since you addressed him by his name, you huff and break free from his grasp.

you glare at the back of his head, “what the hell was that about?” you ask in exasperation. however, kei remains quiet and still in his spot. you’re usually calm and collected but when it comes to him, all reasonings just go down the drain.

“if you have nothing to say, i’ll be going” you turn around, “stupid jerk, dragging me here for no reason” you mutter under your breath. “none of them can tease you but me” he finally speaks out.

“excuse me?” you quickly turn to face him, he looks back at you, his face remaining emotionless. “and who the hell said that?” you sneer at him, “me” he simply replied.

“wha-” you inhale deeply, pinching the bridge of your nose. you try to stop the raging urge to scream and hit him square in the face. “who gave you the right?” you ask with your eyes closed, “me,” he replies once again.

you click your tongue looking up to glare at him. “jer-” his next words truly made you speechless to say the least, “i like you.” you look at him in shock, “...come again?” you blink a few times, not believing your own two ears.

kei scoffs, “i already said it, i don’t like repeating myself” he crosses his arms, “what do you say?” you clear your throat collecting yourself again.

“first of all, that’s not how you confess,” he raises a brow, ready for a rebuttal but you hold up a finger, “second. tsukishima. what. the. hell.”

he remains still in his spot, watching in amusement as you go through all emotions. “lastly, if this is one of your sick jokes, you better say it now before i beat your sorry ass.” kei tilts his head in genuine confusion.

“you think i would joke about this?” he slowly strides closer to you, you stand your ground keeping eye contact with him. “yeah,” you answer while kei chuckles, “i’m not that kind of person, y/n.”

you shrug, “you kind of are-” he covers your mouth, silencing you. “i’m trying to put out my feelings here, y/n. let me have the spotlight for once,” you nod, hearing him out.

let’s just say, your once archenemy who you once swore was the spawn of the devil is now your so-called boyfriend. how you two ended up like this? no one knows, it all happened in a blur.

i guess the saying “the more you hate, the more you love” worked out well for the two of you.

-bonus;

“shorty, hand me those” kei points where your pencil case is sitting, you frown and look at him.

after not hearing a response he looks up and sees your expression, his mouth forming an ‘oh.’ he smiles sweetly, “i meant love! just force of habit” he leans in and pecks your cheeks as an apology.

you hum giving him the item, “they’re actually right..” he says while unzipping the pencil case, “right with what?” you stop what you’re doing, giving all your attention to him, “your eyebrows are expressive” he lets out a small ‘aha!’ after finding the pen.

“that’s it, we’re breaking up” you say with your hands up in defeat, he chuckles and gently pulls you by your head to leave a chaste kiss on your temple.

“if i’m like that then.. you’re a sappy dork” you roll your eyes at him, “and you’re in love with that sappy dork,” he replies clicking the pen as he goes back to his paper, “sadly” you mutter with a smile.

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