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tahdashi · 1 year
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RED LIGHTS
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synopsis: everything looks prettier under red lights, especially your boyfriend. you decide to tell him, and he decides that you’re it for him — all he’s ever wanted.
notes: reader wears lipstick, fluff w some suggestive sprinkled in, inspired by red lights by RINI. warning: too much physical touch as always.
wc: >1.0k
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“why do you keep looking at me?” suna peers at you with his celadon eyes, his rings tap against the wheel as he bounces his fingers against the leather.
he's cautious with his words, and maybe a bit curious, too.
“what, i can’t look at my boyfriend?” you look over at him again, probably for the fifth time since you left your apartment parking lot just seven minutes ago.
“is there something on my face?” he quickly runs his hand over his face, peeking at the rare view mirror. and to his surprise, no crumbs. did you maybe leave a lipstick mark when you kissed him before leaving? (komori, to suna’s dismay, has pointed out a mark or two on his cheek as he walked into the gym for morning practices. he always wipes it off with a mumble, but takes a peek in the mirror beforehand to admire your bold proclamation of love).
“you’re just really pretty.”
“oh shut the fuck up," he laughs, and it fills the car, harmonizing with the music from the radio. it brings a smile to your face. it's dark, but you can see that his tongue is poking at his cheek, holding back an equally cheesy smile.
“i’m serious!” you face him again. "your hair looks good today, and you're all clean-shaven." you run the back of your hand against his cheek, humming in satisfaction to emphasize how soft his skin is. "i gotta appreciate this when i can."
he continues to drive, but snakes his hand onto your leg. his rings are cool against you. he squeezes once, then twice. and once again, you're at a red light — it highlights his face beautifully. the rise of his cheekbones accentuate the darkness of his eyelashes, eyebrows, and hair.
and you decide to go for it, reaching across the console to leave a quick kiss on his jaw.
"woah, can't get enough of me today," he taps your thigh a few times. "and i didn't even have to wear that cologne you like."
“mhm. i love you even when you smell like shit.”
he clicks his tongue and takes his hand back, letting you pull at it to place it back on your thigh (he never fights back, knowing you'll only reach for it again and again). you put your hand on top of his, rubbing your thumb along his skin.
“if you’re trying to tell me something, i don’t think you wanna do anything risky while we’re on the way to dinner with my parents.” suna peers down at his hand on your thigh and your hand that's keeping it captive there.
“i’m not trying to do anything, rin.”
“whatever you say,” he moves his hand back and forth. it's a comforting motion, really, but for some reason, you feel nervousness stir in your stomach. or perhaps, butterflies.
“i’m not! i’m just really excited to see your family again,” you rub your finger along the ring on his pointer finger.
“i think they love you more than they love me.”
“probably.”
“oh, should i tell them how you tried to make a move on their sweet and innocent son just 10 minutes before seeing them?”
“where’d you get 'sweet and innocent' from? weren’t you the one who wanted to ‘head to the back’ after atsumu’s party?”
and now, he's fully smiling. you hear an airy laugh escape from him. you love this rin — the one that laughs at his past, corny self. the one that lets you know he's listening even when his eyes are on the road. the one that is so unabashedly in love with you that he could never deny anything you want from him.
“you were the one who kept looking at me with those… eyes.”
“i wasn’t! you’re just so full of yourself that you think me looking at you is the same as checking you out.”
as the song transitions into the next, there's a pause, and the car is enveloped in silence.
he breaks it.
“so, what’s it like when you’re checking me out?”
“i’m not doing this.”
“no, baby, i just wanna see. check me out." this time, at the light, he faces you. has he always looked at you like this? with his lips slightly quirked upwards? a teasing smile — expectant and knowing.
you look him straight in his eyes and then to his lips before looking back at his eyes. your eyes follow his features naturally — his eyes show that he's calm, but his smile shows that he's in awe of what you do to him.
you can't help but to laugh at his reddening ears. you reach for the cartilage and coo at him for getting all flustered. if there's something the both of you are good at, it's flustering each other endlessly, even two and a half years into the relationship.
“damn, you’re good,” he takes your hand away from his ear and kisses the back of it before trailing a few up your wrist and arm all while keeping his eyes on the road.
moments like this with suna aren't hard to come by — he's always done his best to make you feel loved (and to annoy you to the point where you question his meaning of love). and all you can hope for, really, is that it'll stay like this forever — that even when you're older and greying, he'll ask you to give him "those eyes".
and if you knew what was encased in the velvet box in his pocket, and what else was planned for this family dinner, you'd have no doubt in your mind that he hopes for the same.
before stepping out of the car, suna pulls you in for a kiss. it catches you off guard, but you relax into it.
"i'm pretty sure your dad's car is parked next to us," you mumble as he pulls away. his eyes fall back to your lips.
"so what? he doesn't know what a kiss is? how do you think i was made?"
"oh my god," you swat his chest. "let's go."
before he can open the door, his name leaves your lips.
"by the way, you have a little something right there," you point at the lipstick stain on his jaw.
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tahdashi · 1 year
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HAND PLACEMENT. . .
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✫ ft. akaashi, suna, oikawa, atsumu, osamu, kita, and sakusa x gn!reader
✫ a/n: where they put their hands when they’re kissing you or holding you
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✫ AKAASHI likes to put one hand on your cheek, the other on your waist when kissing you. it’s mostly so he can guide his lips to yours, but you notice how his hand finds your cheek often. even when he’s holding you before you go to bed, he’ll pull you close and cradle your cheek, rubbing soothing circles into the skin with his thumb. it's his telltale sign of when he wants to kiss you — he'll rub his thumb along your skin before asking if he can kiss you. and sometimes, when you're simply rambling about whatever's on your mind, he'll graze his thumb along your cheek. it's a cute habit, really, and one you find so much comfort in.
✫ SUNA places his hands on your neck when he kisses you. he’s always so gentle, bringing you closer with your jaw, and softly pressing his lips against yours. his hands fall to lay on your collarbones and tickle the skin of your neck. when he isn’t kissing you, his hands are often hanging around your waist — he’s always pulling you close for comfort, and you know exactly what that pull on your belt loop means. despite his bold actions, he's always so careful with you. and when his hands touch your bare waist, suna can never stop himself from tracing shapes into your skin just so he can feel your warmth a little longer.
✫ OIKAWA holds the back of your head when kissing you, his other hand often at your side to hold you close to him. his kisses are dreamlike, and he makes you feel so safe when he's holding you against him. otherwise, his hands are always at your sides. he's mischievous and clingy, which leads to him tickling your sides for a reaction. and when you're out with him, tooru slides his arm around your waist, his fingers tapping along your body as a reminder that he's there.
✫ ATSUMU lets his hands wander as he kisses you. he can never keep his hands in one place, which means your kisses are almost never chaste. because when atsumu kisses you once, he'll kiss you again, tugging you forward with his hand on your lower back, and again with his hands moving lower. they leave a warm trail behind them, as if they're setting off little fires in your skin. he's passionate, even when he's simply holding your hand, rubbing his thumb along the back of your hand.
✫ OSAMU places his hand on your lower back when kissing you. his kisses are casual, quick, yet oddly captivating. the way he pulls you in, clasping his hands around your lower back, is almost hypnotizing — the only thing on your mind is him, his lips, and those pretty eyes (and he can say the same about you). when he isn't kissing you, osamu isn't the most touchy guy. instead, his ears burn almost embarrassingly hot when you link your arm with his. he'll always tug you closer, wanting to feel more and more of you.
✫ KITA intertwines his hand with yours when kissing you. at times, kissing you is so overwhelming — it sends inexplicable sensations throughout his body. so, rubbing his fingers along yours helps ground him. kita likes when you cuddle on his lap, and his hands, although a bit calloused, will always rub along your thighs. he thinks of it as an innocent touch, one that warms and soothes you, but other times, the intention is quite different, especially when paired with teasing whispers in your ear.
✫ SAKUSA places his hand along your jaw as he kisses you. he tilts your head up so that you're looking straight at him. he finds it amusing when you're flustered by his actions, and when you try to avert your gaze, he'll gently tilt your head to the side so that you're looking at him again. his kisses are always so gentle, and both his hands hold your jaw as if it's the most delicate thing on the planet. and even when you pull away, he'll keep his hands there. because when you're looking up at him with those pretty lips, he wants to stare just a bit longer.
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tahdashi · 2 years
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WHEN HIS BABY GETS JEALOUS. . .
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✫ ft. akaashi, atsumu, iwaizumi, and suna x mom!reader
✫ a/n: the kids are ages 1-3 (can stand, walk, talk in sentences). the babies aren’t really “jealous” in some of these. they just want some love and affection, too !!!
✫ warnings: usage of “mom” and “mama” to refer to reader
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✫ AKAASHI leans into your touch after coming home from the office, his tie loosened and his hair a bit messier than usual. you two are splayed on the couch, his head resting peacefully on your chest as he updates you on bokuto’s recent msby game. and just minutes later, you feel your son pull on your leg. an eruption of babbles leave his lips as he whines and tugs. “mmm, it’s my turn with mom,” keiji whines into your collarbones. you can't help but laugh at your husband's child-like behavior. "keiji, get off, you're gonna make him upset." and as keiji nuzzles his face in the crook of your neck, your baby breaks out into a sob, "mama! mama!" filling the small living room. keiji gets up from his place on your chest and picks your son up, mumbling "i'm sorry, bud" into his equally messy hair. "mama's all yours," he kisses the top of his head and allows him to crawl happily into your arms. "you're as whiny as your mo-" "keiji." he can't even be upset at his limited time with you — the image of you holding his entire world makes up for it.
✫ ATSUMU lingers in the kitchen after tucking your daughter in to bed just about every night. he puts dishes in the cabinets, wipes down the counter, and traps you between his arms for a moment of intimacy. "mind if i kiss ya, babe?" he asks, knowing you'll let him anyway. "you'll do it no matter what i say," you turn your head to the side, creating distance between his lips and yours. "no! i'm a gentleman! that's why ya married me, isn't it?" a laugh leaves your lips and you're stepping up onto your toes to reach his. his hands wrap around your waist, pulling you close against himself. it's been hard to find time for yourselves — your daughter was at the age where she'd walk (stumble, really) away if you took your eyes off of her for even a second. and as you pull away from the kiss, breathless and all, you hear the pitter patter of her tiny feet approaching you two. "baby, why are ya awake? can't sleep?" atsumu bends down to her level, pushing her hair back from her eyes. she rubs at them and then wraps her tiny arms around his neck to kiss his cheeks. "i want a g'night kiss too!" she whines. "alrighty, baby, ya can get as many as ya want! make sure ya give mama a kiss too," he tells her before peppering her cheeks with loving kisses.
✫ IWAIZUMI used to wake up early every morning, getting ready for the day at a slow and relaxing pace, but he finds it harder and harder to do so when you cling onto him, asking for five more minutes of peace, five minutes of calmness before the storm (the storm being your daughter, of course). she's gotten clingier with every step she could take. she wakes up with the sun and makes her way to your bed, struggling to climb up with her tiny legs. the sight of her dad's arm around your waist brings a pout to her lips, her cheeks puffing out as she whispers a "daddy?" and of course, he's awake (he's been awake for the past 15 minutes). "wanna come up?" he asks her before unwrapping his arms from your body and lifting her onto his broad chest. she immediately crawls over him, kicking his face with her feet in the process, to place herself between you two. her little arms and legs wrap around your torso like a koala, and she looks up at you with a toothy smile. "my turn,” she says, nuzzling her head into you. you hear iwa mumble under his breath (something about waking the team up with kicks to the face).
✫ SUNA always searches for you and the twins in the crowd. his team had just won a game that he's been training especially hard for, and it's the first time in a while that you've seen his dimply smile on his face. he runs up to you and the twins with nothing but joy in his eyes. grabbing ahold of your waist, he presses a kiss to your lips — his teeth clash against yours and he's laughing into the kiss out of sheer happiness, but you don't mind it one bit. your sons pull at your clothes as they try to get your attention. suna catches a glimpse of their raised arms and pulls away from you to lift his boys into his own arms, one on each side of his body. they're cheering for their dad, clapping and yelling, “you did it!" suna's never been an affectionate guy, opting to show his love in more subtle ways, but he feels the urge to pull you and the boys in for a tight hug (one where you can feel the rapid beating in his chest). he kisses the top of your head before pressing one on each of the twins' cheeks. "let's go celebrate, yeah?" suna grins. he’d do anything to hold you three like that again after each win — his prized possessions in his arms.
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tahdashi · 1 year
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WHEN HIS BABY WANTS A BOYFRIEND. . .
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✫ ft. dad!akaashi, osamu, sakusa, and kuroo
✫ a/n: more dad!hq hcs bc they're all i think about !!! they're all girl dads here, and i imagine their daughters to be around 4-5 years old!
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✫ AKAASHI's eyes widen the second he hears his baby girl's sweet voice, her words not making it through to his head completely. keiji looks at her attentively, silence lining his lips. "why do you want a boyfriend, sweetheart?" his mind starts to race. he begins generating countless possibilities of what brought this up — perhaps he isn't giving her enough attention? he has been staying later at work... he starts thinking about how lonely she must feel at daycare as she waits for her dad to come pick her up. her little hands grab at his pant leg, pulling him out of his trance.
"i wanna wear a wedding dress!" she squeals — unlike her father, she's the most excitable ball of energy he's ever witnessed (but second to his best friend, of course). he's at a loss for words. the thought of his little angel wearing a wedding dress takes years off his life, not to be dramatic. his heart beats rapidly in his chest, and he crouches down to her level, pulling her close to his chest.
"i can get you a pretty dress, love. no need to worry about boyfriends, okay?" he consoles her, and she jumps up and down at the thought of wearing a pretty white dress. the next day, keiji picks her up from daycare with a large shopping bag. and when his baby peers over the top of the bag, she sees a big, fluffy tulle dress wrapped around a tiny crown. he kisses her round cheeks, telling her that she's always going to be his princess.
✫ OSAMU puts his spoon down gently before reaching over the table to wipe sauce off her chin. "a what?" he guffaws, not knowing if she's joking or not.
"a boyfriend!" she repeats, crossing her arms and looking up at her dad from her little seat at their dining table.
"why?"
"because," she shrugs. she goes back to eating as if she never said those heart-stopping words.
"because?" at this point, osamu's lost his appetite. there's no way his little girl who asks her papa to hold her up to the sink so she can wash her hands and sing her "clean-my-hands" song is asking for a boyfriend, of all things. she stands up on her seat and puts her hands on her hips (which is nothing new to osamu — she's always been this sassy).
"i wanna marry suna, so he has to be my boyfriend first." osamu brings his fingers to his temple, rubbing circles there before correcting her.
"uncle suna."
"suna! he said i could call him suna," she replies, playing with the animal-shaped vegetables on her plate.
a deep sigh escapes osamu's chest, and he's rubbing at his temple even faster than before. to make matters worse, she jumps off her seat and runs to her dad's room to grab his phone, hitting suna's contact on the way back to the table. watching it all go down, osamu frowns when suna greets his daughter with a "hello, miss miya~."
"hello, suna! papa thinks i'm not allowed to call you suna. can i?" suna's affirmative hum only baffles osamu more, and he can't help but smile at their odd friendship.
"alright, alright, no phones at the dinner table, missy," he grabs the phone from her little hands before hanging up on suna. she whines, but climbs back into her seat to shove a spoonful of rice into her chubby cheeks.
"see! he's gonna be my boyfriend," she chews her words. "and! i'm gonna make him pinky swear to marry me."
and with that, osamu picks up his plate and brings it to the sink, a stress vein popping along his forehead. that night, he holds her a little closer than usual, wanting her to stay this joyful forever.
✫ SAKUSA comes to a halt, stopping her in her tracks, too. his hand grasps hers just a little tighter. she looks up at him through her dark curls, her eyebrows furrowing in confusion (just like his).
"why do you want a boyfriend, angel?" his thumb runs along the back of her hand to calm himself down, really.
"my friends have boyfriends! i want one too!" her fingers tug at his tightly, urging him to keep walking towards the playground.
"oh, yeah? well, they're too young for boyfriends," kiyoomi reasons with his daughter.
"but i'm 5! that's older than before," she stomps lightly. and if it wasn't for this conversation, he'd pinch her cheeks and tell her to take a deep breath before letting her frustrations take over, but he's somewhat entertained at her thoughts. she just wants to be like her friends, and that's understandable, but the thought of her getting close to a boy makes him take a few deep breaths.
"wait 10 more years, and i'll consider letting you talk to boys," they continue to walk, and kiyoomi doesn't miss the way she rolls her eyes like he does when he's stuck in traffic. and when she starts to plead, shaking his large hand in both of her own, kiyoomi decides that a trip to the toy store can make up for his refusal. he picks out a stuffed animal for her to fill the spot she desires so badly. that night, when she cuddles her new toy instead of him, kiyoomi considers extending his condition.
✫ KUROO's laugh fills the room at her question. ("dad, can i have a boyfriend?" she had asked him with her best puppy-dog eyes after she watched an ad for a new drama on TV).
"sure you can," he pulls her onto his lap as he relaxes on the couch before bed. "but may you? no." tetsuro smiles at his own response, proud of how he handled her silly little question.
"please?" she asks, clasping her hands together and giving him sadder, rounder, cuter puppy-dog eyes.
"oh, don't do that," he tries to avoid eye contact, but she ends up laughing that cute giggle that reminds him of her first smile (he heard it one night he was trying to help her sleep, cooing at her and tracing her cheek with his finger. oh, he loves that sound so much.) "what kind of boyfriend do you want? i'll try to look for one next time i go out," he jokes, patting down her messy hair.
she beams at his words, getting up on her feet with excitement. "i want mr. spark from my TV show!"
"isn't he the bad guy?" tetsuro raises his eyebrow and holds back a toothy smile.
"but he's nice to the girl," she thinks out-loud, her eyebrows furrowing in confusion.
"baby, that's his boss. he has to be nice to her or he'll be unemployed."
"what does that mean?" she looks at her dad with wide eyes, as if he's telling her all the hidden secrets of her favorite show.
"if he doesn't listen to her, he won't get money to buy sweets," tetsuro whispers in her ear like he's passing along confidential information. she gasps — her hands cover her mouth and she thinks for a minute.
"then i need a boyfriend who is nice to me... and buys me sweets," she concludes. tetsuro pulls her in for a hug, and she doesn't fight back like she usually does with his bear hugs.
"you're a smart girl," he whispers into her head, hoping she'll let him buy her all the sweets in the world for just a little longer.
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tahdashi · 1 year
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CRAWLING INTO HIS LAP. . .
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✦ ft: the tot boys x gn!reader
✦ a/n: i am a physical touch and sweet pet name enthusiast
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✦ ARTEM came back from the firm a few hours ago. sleepiness was apparent in the way he sat on the couch — his feet propped up on the coffee table and a cup of tea in his hand. his head was thrown back to rest on the back of the couch, and you could see the way that the rise and fall of his chest seemed to slow down a bit. the last of the golden sun cast its honeyed rays into the living room, surrounding your boyfriend in a comforting glow. you made your way over to him, careful not to let the floor creak too loud underneath you. as he sees you approach, artem places the cup aside and lets you lift his arm so that you can slide under it, settling against his chest with a hum. "oh, hi, sweetheart." his words are laced with a yawn and his sapphire eyes gleam with adoration. "do you need something?" you shake your head, curling into his chest and adjusting your legs on top of his. your arms make their way around his torso, enveloping him in your scent and warmth. "i just missed you," you murmur into him. you feel his lips press into the top of your head, and soon, his hand rubbing circles into your back. and before you know it, your bodies sleep peacefully as the sun retreats.
✦ MARIUS always takes time for himself between meetings. he scrolls through his phone at his desk, sipping on an iced coffee that was a bit watered down, but still did the job of keeping him awake for the rest of his busy day. he sees you come in from the corner of his eye and immediately swivels the chair around in your direction. his hands find your waist, and he widens his legs so you can find your place between them. as you settle into his lap, marius’ hands trace shapes into your back. “hey, missed me?” you nod into his chest and marius, a bit too delighted with your answer, coos as he presses kisses all over your face. you can’t even push him away if you tried — the obnoxious sound of each kiss fills the room. “you’re so cute, did you know that?” “hmm, not like my boyfriend tells me every day.” and with that, marius nods profusely, knowing he’s the boyfriend that gets to see your pretty face each day (and also the one to kiss you all over — lucky him). you try to push yourself up from his lap, but his arms don’t let you. you should know better, really, because when marius gets to hold you, he has a hard time letting go.
✦ LUKE always went straight to your bed after a long day to relax. he'd woken up early this morning to head to the antique store and work on some projects for clients, followed by half his day being spent investigating a particularly challenging case. you could tell he had a hard day — his eyebrows were furrowed and his eyes dull as he scrolled through his phone. you tiptoe into the room, and the second he sees you, his entire body relaxes. he reaches his arms up to stretch his body out and you take the opportunity to crawl into his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck and catching him by surprise. "oh, joining me, pretty?" his arms come back down to link behind your back and he tucks you even closer to his body, leaning his head on top of yours. you pull away for a second to see his relaxed face and place a soft kiss between his previously furrowed brows. he quickly pulls you back in. "let's stay like this for a bit," he yawns. "thanks for being here with me, babe."
✦ VYN was working at his desk, sorting through some files. classical music played in the background and he hummed along to the familiar tunes that reminded him of you. a smile appears on his face the second you walk into the room, and he immediately puts all his attention on you. his eyes follow your figure as you make your way to his chair. rolling away from the desk, vyn makes room for you to carefully seat yourself on his lap. his smile never fades — he loves being close to you. "i'm sorry i've been so busy, love. just a few more files and i'm all yours." sincerity pools in his eyes, radiating warmth meant just for you. you tell him to take his time, getting comfortable and playing with his hair while he continues his work. the rosy blush never leaves his cheek just like the hand on your side never stops smoothing along your skin. your heart beats against his, and he thinks that perhaps he should always work like this.
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tahdashi · 1 year
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fluff ⊹ college au
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as much as he hates to admit it to himself, osamu is struggling. 
he wants to be strong — someone you could depend on, someone you could run to when life’s wearing you down, someone you could simply feel content and safe with. his thoughts were plagued with the notion that he was anything but that someone to you. 
and that’s why he does everything in his ability to bring that radiant smile — the one he finds himself daydreaming about — to the curve of your lips. 
while his friends go out to dingy frat houses, singing at the top of their lungs as they celebrate their freedom and youth, osamu picks up the night shift at the diner by his apartment. he started working there his first year, hoping to make some extra money so his mom wouldn’t have to worry about him from miles and miles away. the owner was a sweet man, roughly in his 60s, often humming an incomprehensible tune as he chopped vegetables and meat. truthfully, osamu didn’t mind working extra shifts while his friends went out (they’d call him boring and a workaholic, but he didn’t care). in fact, he was happy to make extra money if it meant that he could take you out to a fancy dinner (a local ramen restaurant), buy you dessert afterward (a quick stop to the convenience store with a smile on his face as he watches the light from the freezer section reflect in your eyes), and surprise you with flowers to end the night (hand-picked from the field a couple miles off campus). 
perhaps he should be living like the rest — either catching up on assignments in the library or coming back home stumbling and slurring his words. perhaps he should start saving his money like you always tell him to, but he’s only twenty and feels no reason to. 
he’d much rather be here, at the silver counter at the back of the diner kitchen, experimenting with different sauces while the man next to him hums the same usual love song. this time, the aura’s a bit different. the man has a smile on his face, he’s chopping the green onion at a slow beat as if there’s a metronome playing in his head. 
“son, ya like cookin’, don’t ya?” 
“i do, sir,” osamu continues to add garlic to the simmering sauce in his pan, a sugary sheen glazing over it. 
“why not cook at home? bring that special someone ya keep thinkin’ about,” he jerks his elbow towards osamu’s arm. 
“i like working here. i like the people, and the food, and the sounds.” 
osamu also likes how you visit him every friday when your classes end. without a doubt, rain or shine, you’ll glide into the diner with a soft smile on your lips. he likes how you walk over to the counter and ask him if there’s a ‘samu around. he also likes how you look behind him, checking on the man who’s too busy tapping his wooden spoon against the pot to notice, before placing a gentle kiss to his lips. and in that moment, he lets himself close his eyes, relax a little, melt into it like softened butter. 
and when you pull away, you see the sleepiness in his eyes. you always wonder how he goes to class, comes to work, goes to the library to work on assignments, and then rushes back to the diner after he eats so he can work another shift. bringing your hand up to cradle his cheek, you ask if he’s okay. he leans into the warmth of your skin for a second before giving you a quick nod. 
“i’m almost done with my shift. wanna go out for somethin’ in a bit?” 
“we don’t have to eat out today,” you tell him, tugging on his sleeve like you always do when you insist on staying in. 
“not even ice cream? ya said ya wanted to try that shit-lookin' chocolate one.” 
“if your shit looks like that i’m a bit concerned for you,” you tell him, twirling his sleeve around your fingers. his teeth peek out from his lips in a dimply smile, one that has you swooning. "no shit-lookin' ice cream today."
"then what do ya wanna do? it's friday night, ya should do something fun." you notice the way he excludes himself from his words.
"how about we just chill at my place tonight? watch a movie or something? i still have those chips you like," you insist. "and my roommates aren't home. stay as long as you want?"
oh, how 'samu loves your place — the comfort of your bed, your sheets that smell like you. he can't help but nod a bit too eagerly, catching your hand in his larger ones.
he gets back to work as quick as he can, not wanting you to leave you waiting, but truthfully, you don't mind. you watch his back flex in his black uniform as he wipes down the counter. osamu can feel your eyes on him, and suddenly he has love songs blooming in his mind, wisps of a sweet melody coursing through his veins.
you're too good for him, he thinks. you don't mind his chaste kisses when he's in a rush, or when he decides to nap on your shoulder between classes.
he throws his boss a quick wave before throwing on his jacket, shoving his arm into the sleeve as he stumbles towards the front of the diner to see you again. you look up at him with something like ardor and solace swimming in your eyes. placing a quick kiss to the top of your head, osamu slips his hand into yours.
"sorry, babe, took me longer than usual to check inventory," he apologizes, squeezing your hand a couple times as the brisk air touches your skin.
"'s all good. i like watching you work. you're all focused in there."
"gotta be or that man's gonna throw me out. how else am i gonna pay for your expensive ass drinks?"
"all that for a matcha with sweet cream cold foam," you squeeze his hand back in appreciation.
"yeah, well, don't wan' anyone else buyin' those for ya."
osamu's cute like this — nose all red from the cold, a wrinkle in his brow at the thought of someone else surprising you with your favorite drink every morning. atsumu thinks his brother has it bad for you ("down so fuckin' bad, dude," he'd say), and honestly, osamu agrees. he never thought he'd be excited to wake up at the crack of dawn to pick up your favorite coffee before your 8 am, or watch you get distracted by online shopping when you should've been doing your assignment. if love is seeing you at the end of each day, kissing your lips even when he's covered in condiments and oil, holding your backpack for you after a long day, then osamu wants it all.
because even when he should be worrying about the quiz he has tomorrow and the fact that he hasn't slept properly in the past four weeks, he starts to hum that familiar love song when you unlock the door to your apartment (it's become familiar to you, too, because that tune escapes his lips whenever you're by his side).
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WHEN HE MISSES YOU MOST. . .
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✫ ft. akaashi, suna, atsumu, and osamu x gn!reader
✫ a/n: clingy boys and when they miss you :( mention of food in samu's! also unedited bc when do i ever
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✫ AKAASHI misses you most on late work nights, when the lamp in his office starts to strain his eyes and when his back starts to ache from the countless hours hunched over his desk. he glances at his watch often, searching for the motivation he needs to get through his final edits. and when he finally leaves marks on the last sheet of paper on his desk, he’s rushing out of the building to come straight to you. you know he’ll be extra clingy tonight — not only from his ‘be home soon, love’ text, but also from the deep sighs that left his lips when you called hours ago to ask when he’ll be home. and to no surprise, the second keiji opens the apartment door, he’s coming straight to you, leaning his head on your shoulder and taking in the scent of your shampoo. “god, what a long night,” another sigh leaves his lips. “need to hold you for a bit.”
✫ SUNA misses you most when you’re doing anything but giving him all your attention. and it all starts the second you get out of bed. when you're brushing your teeth, you leave the bathroom door open so he can slip in and sit on the edge of the tub, his warm fingers dancing at your waist. and when you go to the kitchen to make breakfast, he's clinging onto you from behind, tucking his face into the crook of your neck and leaving innocent kisses, one after the other. and when you turn around to look at him and give him what he's been waiting for (his good morning kiss, of course), rintaro melts into you, his tall stature shrinking to fit right against you. "you know what i want," he places a soft kiss to your jaw, "so why are you running away, hm?"
✫ ATSUMU gets clingy when he's sleepy. he's been trailing behind you ever since he came home from practice hours ago, leaning on the counter while you organized the kitchen, pulling you into his chest when you two settle onto the couch. "baby, i missed ya today," his voice trails off sleepily. "you say that every day," you say, leaning up to kiss his nose. his pink lips pull into a smile. he moves his hand from your hip to your cheek so he can hold your face, kissing your lips once before mumbling a quiet it's true. and you know that exhaustion's about to take over his body when his eyelids droop and his hand falls back to your hip. he rubs circles into your skin with remnants of that pretty smile on his face. you kiss his cheek once, then twice, and his grip on you tightens. "tsum, let's sleep on the bed. it's uncomfortable here." too tired to move, he simply adjusts so your body is between his legs, your head on his chest, and his large palm on the crown of your head to keep you secure.
✫ OSAMU misses you most when business is slow, when one or two customers filter into the shop. he thinks about when he first opened onigiri miya, and the big toothy smile on your face as you cheered him on in the kitchen. sometimes, he's grateful for a slow day. it means that he can get some time to himself in the kitchen. and most days, he'll call you as he prepares ingredients, asking you about your day and what you want for dinner that night. today, he sets up his phone by his cutting board so he could facetime you. the excitement in your voice brings a soft smile to his face. "whatcha up to, babe?" he asks, chopping up some ginger. he listens to your rambles, humming to indicate that he's listening. he loves feeling your presence even if it's through his phone. before he leaves work that night, he packs some extra onigiri for you, knowing you'd want to eat them while you sit on the counter as he cooks dinner.
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HOW HE TEASES YOU. . .
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✦ ft: the tot boys x gn!reader
✦ a/n: v suggestive!! just some needy lil guys. forever thinking about luke’s back.
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✦ ARTEM isn't direct with his intentions, but on the occasion that he's feeling a bit needy, he'll let his actions do most of the talking. when you two are laying in bed after a long day of work, the legal technicalities long gone from your thoughts, artem's fingers slide underneath the fabric of your shirt. they linger there before he's rubbing soft, delicate circles into your skin. he tucks his face into the crook of your neck, basking in your warmth and scent, and even though this should be comforting, he only finds himself wanting you more. "love..." his voice trails off in a whisper. anyone else would mistake it for fatigue, but you know the meaning underneath the deep timbre of his voice. it's hypnotic — the song of a siren. you pull his face out from the juncture of your neck and shoulders, looking deep into his eyes. a glint of lust and affection sits atop his irises. placing a gentle kiss to your lips, artem pushes himself up to hover over your body before melting his lips against yours once again. “i need you,” he whispers into your skin — and you’ll give him all that you are. he kisses you with fervor, his hands dance along your waist and he pulls you closer until you can feel the pounding in his chest against yours. the night ahead is long and ardent, but it's just what he needed — the perfect distraction.
✦ MARIUS never shies away from riling you up, whether you two are in public or not. he has this habit, an annoying one, really, of whispering how needy he is right by the shell of your ear. and if you weren't surrounded by tons of a-list celebrities and other important people that marius obviously has in his contacts, you'd yank him by the ear and tell him not to do that. and marius thinks he's smooth for wanting to get a reaction out of you at one of his own galas, but little does he know — you're used to this. "you look really pretty in that, baby, give me a spin?" he slides his hands lower so they sit right below your waist, and his fingers pull at the shiny silk he picked out for you. twisting the material around his finger, he leans in again. "or you can give me a private show later." you look up to see his signature smirk. you scoff at his words, knowing he’s only saying this to rile you up, but the warmth of his hand bleeds through the fabric. the rest of the night passes like a blur, and the only thought marius has on his mind is showing you how beautiful you truly looked tonight.
✦ LUKE knows the easiest way to get you flustered. it’s simple, because when he walks around the apartment with just his sweatpants on, you’re always at a loss for words. his body is toned; the countless hours he spent working out didn’t go to waste. you stare at the way his back flexes when he reaches into the cabinet for a cup, and when he turns back to ask if you want something to drink, he catches you staring. “what? you’re looking at me like i have 3 heads,” his fang peeks out as he laughs. “or are you just impressed?” he flexes a little and you catch the way his abs tighten, his arms swell even bigger. you feel your cheeks heat up, and luke comes even closer, encasing you in his arms. pressed against his chest, you think you might just melt. he presses a kiss to your cheek, cooing at your flustered expression. “you’re annoying,” you try to push him away, but he only tries to kiss your cheek again, reveling in the sound of your laughter. “says the one that’s trying to burn a hole through me. tell me, babe, are you gonna let me kiss you properly now?”
✦ VYN is always deliberate with his actions, delivering his message smoothly and nonchalantly. he lowers his voice, the timbre of it dark and intoxicating. and paired with subtle glances at your lips, he’s got you in a trance. he does this out of the blue — when you’re telling him about your day, you’ll notice the way he hums and focuses on your lips. he encourages you to go on, “hm? what else, sweetheart?” and when he looks at you so intently, with so much ardor in his golden eyes, you lose every syllable that once crossed your mind. he’s got you in his trap (as if you’d ever pull away from his honeyed gaze). his lips move towards yours like a gravitational force, and you lean in instinctively. at the very last moment, before your eyes flutter shut, you see that vyn’s still looking at you through heavy lids, as if he’s trying to commit the sight to memory, as if he’d never get to look at your lips ever again. you both know that’s impossible — he’s insatiable, and you’re under his spell.
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SAYUUU I NEED TO KNOW WHAT YOU THINK ABOUT COLLEGE BF SUNA PLEASE
👒 anon
you met in class during the first week of school. your professor decided to do those silly icebreaker bingo games, and you had to find someone who played on one of your school's sports teams. and lucky for you, the boy sitting next to you, who was wearing a hoodie with your uni colors and "SUNA" plastered along the back, slid his paper to you and said, "i play a sport. do you know how to cook? you look like you would."
and your friendship started from there. he learns that you actually cannot cook and has way too much fun making fun of the fact that you live off of bad dining hall food and cup ramen. and one day, he offers to cook for you ("you'll probably die in like 20 years if you keep eating that shit," he texted you one night during your usual convenience store run, followed by a "get me some gatorade pls").
so you let him. he comes over to your place since his was "too small" (he's living with 2 other guys and the mess is embarrassing). your kitchen has never smelled this good — you watch as he chops up scallions for some scallion pancakes and you're put on sauce duty.
"come on, this is the easiest part. you can't mess this up," he pats your back for support. "just mix the soy sauce with the rice vinegar."
"how much do i add?"
"as much as your sodium-loving heart desires," he snickers. he watches as you pour the soy sauce into the little bowl, eyes widening at the fact that you're still going.
"ok, ok, that's enough," he stops your hand by taking it into his, gently taking the bottle out of yours. "are you trying to take me down with you?"
and that's when you realize how close he is to you — his chest pressed up against your back, his face right beside yours.
your face feels warm, and perhaps its from the hot pan with sizzling oil beside you, or maybe its the fact that suna hasn’t let go.
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tahdashi · 2 years
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HOW THEY KISS YOU. . .
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✦ ft: the tot boys x gn!reader
✦ a/n: the 2nd anniversary cards have taken over my life >:(
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✦ ARTEM can be shy with kisses, only kissing your forehead or lips sparingly when in public, but when it's just the two of you in the comfort of your shared apartment, artem indulges a bit more. on nights when he's finishing some work up in the living room, his feet propped up on the coffee table, he'll play with your hand as you lean into him, taking in the scent of his freshly washed hair and eucalyptus body wash. and even in moments of deep focus, artem will bring your palm to his lips, leave a few kisses to the skin, and trail his lips up to your wrist and forearm. and although his actions are a bit mindless, you can't help but feel warmth rush to your cheeks — his casual affection catches you by surprise. and when artem's feeling a bit more spontaneous, he'll snake his hands around your waist, pulling you into his chest before placing several kisses to your jaw and behind your ear.
✦ MARIUS finds himself being drawn to you the second you're in his line of vision. whether you're preparing something in the kitchen, or working at your desk, you'll feel marius' fingers dance across your waist before feeling his breath linger on your skin. he starts with a whisper, usually a "missed you," even though he's been with you all day. he'll hover his lips over the shell of your ear, placing a quiet, featherlight kiss behind it before moving towards your neck — his haven. and sometimes, marius will do it casually, telling you about his day as he places kisses to the skin of your neck as punctuation. he can't get enough of your scent, your warmth, the way you adjust to give him more room to kiss your collarbones. his plum-colored hair tickles your skin, and he revels in the sound of your laughter.
✦ LUKE has a habit of kissing you as a distraction. the second he sees a wrinkle form between your brows, he's turning your face towards his ever so gently, flashing a soft smile with earnest eyes that look as if honey is dripping from them. and maybe, luke needed this kiss, too. you're both smiling into it, your hands always end up in his soft locks. his favorite kisses, though, are when you two are being lazy on the couch — a movie's playing in the background, but neither of you care enough to pay attention. somehow, you always end up on his lap, his fingers gripping your waist just enough to keep you in place. he jokes around a bit, telling you to pay attention to the movie, but he's looking straight at your lips. and when you make the first move, he's a goner. he kisses back lazily, his tongue meeting yours gently before pulling away to move to your jaw. when it comes to having his lips on your skin, luke pearce is insatiable.
✦ VYN always starts with an innocent kiss to the cheek, his lips linger for a quick second before he’s pulling away, smiling at you with sincerity and heart shaped pupils. but the innocence doesn’t last — he knows just how to make you melt for him. his kisses are intense, as if he’s pulling all the air out from your lungs, taking in all that you are. he pays attention to all your little movements — the quickening of your breath, the way your chest rises and falls, the way your fingers look for something to grasp onto. and he doesn’t stop until he hears those pretty sounds fall from your lips. you’re both gasping for air, looking at each other with something that looks like lust and love. he readjusts his clothes quickly, smoothing out the wrinkles from your roaming hands before he puts his glasses back on and swipes his thumb across your lower lip.
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tadashi w a lip ring. that's all.
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when yamaguchi told you that he had a surprise for you, you didn’t expect this.
you expected something sweet — some chocolate, your favorite drink, or even one of his old karasuno hoodies that he likes to give you when it gets colder out.
but when tadashi shows up at your door tonight, you’re floored to say the least.
“no. way,” is all that comes out of your mouth. he looks at you with a look that screams ‘it was impulsive, please say you like it.’
“do you like it?” he steps into your apartment, toeing off his shoes before shrugging his jacket off his shoulders.
"let me see it again," you twirl around his figure, ogling at the silver ring in his lip. honestly, you'd never expect tadashi to do something like this, especially with an office job lined up right after he graduates in a couple months, but for some reason, you can't stop thinking about how good he looks — his hair frames his face and falls past his eyes. his lips, although delicate, make him look as if he's been kissed a thousand and one times. they're naturally pink, but the piercing enhances the rosy hue you love so much.
"it looks really good. like, really good."
and now, you're staring at his lips.
and he's leaning in as if it's second nature.
"woah, wait, shouldn't you hold off on the kissing?" you push him away gently and a groan bubbles in his chest.
"three weeks."
"what?"
"no kissing for three weeks."
"so we're both gonna suffer from this?"
"but only for three weeks! after that, you get a boyfriend with a cool lip ring and even cooler kisses!"
"i still can't believe you just… went out and did that. not very like you mr. needs-his-google-calendar-to-function.”
"i was getting bored of how i looked,” he twiddles with the sleeve of his sweater. “and the guys kept saying that i could never do anything wild, so i wanted to prove them wrong… i thought you'd like it too.”
"i do.” you nod, and he smiles. “it’s hot, i won't even lie.”
his ears burn red, and your thoughts trail to what his lip ring might feel like against your warm skin — how it would feel against the column of your neck where he kisses you every night.
he clears his throat and looks away, but you catch the way he scratches the back of his head (his nervous habit. it’s cute, and he’s been doing it since you started dating).
and maybe, he’s thinking about it, too — how the ring would feel against your lips, your jaw, your shoulders.
waiting three weeks will be a challenge, especially when tadashi needs your kisses like air, but it’ll all be worth it, he thinks, if it means that you’ll continue to admire his lips like you are right now.
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SUBTLE WAYS OF SHOWING HIS LOVE. . .
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✦ ft: the tot boys x gn!reader
✦ a/n: what i think being in love w the boys would be like :(
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✦ ARTEM often shows his love for you in subtle ways, whether it be by sending a sweet "good morning" text, or by praising you for your hard work. it's not that he doesn't like grand gestures — he'd rather save those for private nights in his apartment, hidden from the rest of the world. his favorite way to express how much he cares for you is to bring you homemade snacks and meals for long, draining workdays. and despite the never-ending stress he faces at work, he feels lucky to be able to see you every day. your positivity and gleaming smile bring him a sense of security and tranquility. artem tends to wander by your desk often, asking if you've eaten, if you've taken a break, if you want to have some coffee with him. and every time he leaves for his meetings, he places a water bottle and a single clementine on your desk with a little sticky note — "take care of yourself" scribbled on it. and some days, he prepares a large lunch for the both of you to share, wiping the crumbs off your cheek before placing a quick and soft kiss there. 
✦ MARIUS always tries to put you first. he has everything: money, cars, fame. and sometimes, he takes them for granted, but he’ll never do the same to you. you’re always in the forefront of his mind. so when you ask him if you two can go on a date and see the stunning stellis skyline, he’s quick to respond with an “anything for you, baby.” he lives for moments like these, when your eyes are wide and filled with so much joy and excitement. he forgets about all his worries surrounding the company. and although he’s not one to dote, he always places his jacket on your shoulders. the simple action itself brings him pride — knowing that only he gets to keep you warm and safe. he's a loud lover, there's no doubt about it. he tells you he loves you every day, leaves a trail of kisses along your jaw with obnoxious kissy noises, and buys you extravagant presents, but he treasures the quiet type of love just a bit more.
✦ LUKE won't tell you, but his camera roll is full of candid pictures of you. he snaps pictures of you when you're sleeping, cheeks puffed out and drool making it's way down your chin, when you're busy washing dishes, when you're simply getting into the car with him. he looks back at them often, especially when he's feeling tired from a long and dreary day. and as he's seen every aspect of you, he never fails to compliment you. words of affirmation flood from his lips, complimenting your pretty eyes, that smile he's always waiting for, the sound of your laugh. he never lets you feel anything less than beautiful — his sweet words can be heard when you goes in to kiss you right behind your ear (you've learned that it's his favorite place to kiss because of the way you shiver in response). somehow, his compliments have made their way into his greetings, a low "lookin' cute" spills from his mouth the second he sees you walk into the room.
✦ VYN never goes a day without calling you during work so he can check up on you and ask about your day. he cares so, so much about your wellbeing. the low timbre of his "how've you been, love" makes your heart flutter, and even when he's busy checking up on patients or teaching, he'll shoot you a quick text so you know that you haven't been forgotten — an "i'll talk to you in a bit :)" text popping up on your screen. his favorite part of his day is coming home to you. he tells you about work as he changes into his comfy pajamas, pulling you into a hug as he strokes your hair and places a kiss to your forehead like clockwork. vyn's love is gentle, reassuring, and comfortable. every night is spent in the security of his arms. he falls asleep to the sound of your voice and a kiss to his soft lips.
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fwb!tadashi + uni au ⊹ suggestive.
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tadashi would often stay the night, getting far too comfortable in your bed and a bit too lazy to go back to his dorm (tsukki would probably still be awake, hunched over his desk doing his work). but that also meant that he had the responsibility of waking you up the next morning for your 8 am lecture.
the peppy tune of his alarm easily brings him out of his sleepy state, and as he rubs at his eyes after hastily turning it off, tadashi remembers that he's in your bed — the twin XL that's just too small for the both of you. your body is pressed against the pillows he put along the wall alongside your bed (he always sleeps on the other side so you don't fall off, even if it means that he's partially dangling off the side). he taps your shoulder once, then twice when you don't give him even an ounce of attention or an indication that you're somewhat conscious.
"psst, wake up," he whispers close to your ear, the sleepiness in his voice still apparent. it's lower than usual, a bit gravelly, but the gentleness remains.
you swat him away, pushing his cheek away with a crinkle between your brows.
you wouldn't be so tired if tadashi let you sleep early last night. he knew you had an 8 am the next morning, yet he still texted you asking if you'd be okay with him coming over. he's stressed, he told you last night, and he just needs to be with you. nonetheless, the stress left his body with every kiss to his collarbones, with every breath you took with your bare chest against his.
"hey, we gotta leave in 40 minutes, come on," he shakes your shoulder this time.
"noooo," you whine, and he laughs at your puffed up cheeks.
"i'll get you coffee from the dining hall while you get ready, let's go," he slides out of bed, slipping his dark grey t-shirt over his head. his hair's a mess — his hair tie long gone, the wispy strands sticking up in every direction possible.
"i don't want coffee."
"that's new," he scratches the back of his neck. "what can i do to get you out of bed? you know you can't miss this class."
"should've planned it out before you begged for some 'stress relief' last night," your eyes are still closed, but you're wide awake, soaking in the rays of sun coming through the blinds.
"i won't do it again, i swear!"
"mhm."
he climbs into bed again, aligning his chest with your back. his hand makes its way up your shirt, laying across your warm skin. "if i stay here with you for 2 minutes, can i drag you out of bed?" you pretend to think, humming a little "hmm." and when you nod, he only snuggles closer.
and those 2 minutes are pure bliss.
tadashi's fingers rub against the skin of your stomach. he toys with the fabric of your shirt, twisting it between his fingers. warmth radiates from his chest as if he's the sun, but his breathing is cool, calming like the moon.
"are you ready to get up now?" his voice gets muffled by the fact that his face is deep in the crook of your neck. the sound of his gentle kisses fills the room, similar to last night's melody, but a bit softer this time. and once again, you nod, letting him hold you up against his chest.
perhaps being woken up this way (with a certain someone's limbs poking into yours, his drool making its way onto your pillows) isn't too bad. and tadashi makes it up to you like he always does — he beams with a pastry in one hand, using his other to pinch your cheek before sending you off into the lecture hall.
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inspired by this post. suggestive.
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“come on, tadashi, get up. you said 'five more minutes' ten minutes ago."
when tadashi looks over at you with sleepy eyes and a drool-stained cheek, you know he isn't making it out of bed. because every sunday morning, yamaguchi tadashi is a lost cause.
“baby, we gotta go grocery shopping. you know we’re completely out of milk? how are we supposed to have our coffee later?” you ramble, compiling a list of things you need to get done today in your head.
tadashi knew that sunday mornings were for stocking up on groceries and spending time together before you two are whisked away from each other by work the next day. but today, the warm rays of sunlight pouring through the sheer white curtains in your bedroom only lull him back to sleep. he grumbles into the pillow — something that sounds like “ten more minutes.”
and despite running a bit late on your morning routine, you lay back down beside him, his back facing you. your fingers move on their own, carding through his silky smooth hair. scratching at his scalp, you hear a hum bubble in his throat. you let your hands wander to his shoulders — freckles litter the skin like constellations, your fingers tracing the multitude of paths like a spacecraft lost among the stars. and without a second thought, you press a kiss to his shoulder blade. he shifts slightly, the feeling of your soft lips on his skin sending shooting stars down his spine.
you keep going.
another kiss to the skin between his shoulders. a few along the ridges of his spine.
“what are you doing?” his voice is low, laced with sleep and confusion.
“waking you up,” you mumble into his back. your tongue peeks out a bit when you speak, and he feels his entire body heat up as your breath hits his skin — his ears are tinted red.
“i’m awake now,” he turns around to face you, and he pulls your body towards his, tucking his head in the crook of your neck.
“you better not fall asleep again, tadashi, i’m serious.”
“hmm, i won’t. let’s just stay like this.”
“baby,” you speak softly, not wanting to ruin this state of serenity in your room. and when he doesn’t respond, you push him onto his back gently. he whines at the loss of contact with your body, but there’s a hint of mischief on his face — a knowing smile despite his eyes being shut.
“get.”
you kiss his collarbone.
“up.”
your lips travel to his chest and he’s smiling now — a closed-mouth smile that’s doing it’s best to conceal the pure joy he feels with your show of affection.
and you kiss the place above his heart, his sternum, the top of his abs, along the center of his stomach. his breathing quickens, his chest starts to rise and fall a bit faster.
you reach his hipbones, peeking out above the band of his boxers. tadashi’s eyes are wide open now — longing, waiting.
he gasp leaves his lips when your lips attach to the skin there, his eyes fluttering shut once again. you leave butterfly kisses across his hips before giving the same attention to his other hipbone.
“i-i’m up, baby,” his words are breathy and cautious.
“are you now?”
“yeah.” he doesn’t say more. he knows the second he says anything else, his voice will betray him, or even worse, he’ll get in the way of what you have planned.
“so, you don’t want me to keep going?” you ask, tracing your fingers along the freckles on his thigh. he gawks at you with lovestruck eyes. “might as well keep going if we’re already late.”
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tahdashi · 2 years
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COFFEE BREATH
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synopsis: working with your boyfriend is fun — he makes messes, you clean them up. some messes, however, aren’t a part of the job description.
notes: barista!suna x barista!reader, university AU, fluff! maybe a lil suggestive towards the end? warning: i have no experience working at a cafe and it shows.
wc: 1.2k
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you and suna have known each other for approximately two and a half years. you remember the way his daunting figure shadowed over yours as he sat next to you in your intro psychology class. he wasn’t one to start conversations, but he had an endless supply of witty comments to go along with the professor’s lectures.
and after a year of hanging out between classes, filling soda cups with ice cream in the dining halls to sneak them into class, and late-night trips to the convenience store after a long study session, you and rintaro have become more than friends. he asked to be your boyfriend a little over a year ago — despite not being the best at expressing his feelings, he knew that spending all this time with you meant something to him. hell, even atsumu knew that you two had something more. (“why else would ya be checkin’ your hair every time ya go hangout with them?” he had a point.) 
and when you told rintaro that you wanted a job to make some extra cash during the school year, you didn’t expect him to look for jobs with you. 
“aren’t you on a scholarship? they’re paying you to be here,” you joked, pinching his cheek at his enthusiasm.
“yeah, but then we can spend more time together,” he told you nonchalantly. “when’s the last time we hung out? you’re always studying, and i have practice all the time.” 
he was right. this semester’s been quite rough for the both of you — volleyball practice kept rintaro booked and busy, while studying for all your classes took up most of your time. 
luckily, finding a job wasn’t too bad, but the downside was that the only available jobs were the least desirable — resident assistant (dealing with underclassmen sounded like a nightmare), secretary for the office of financial aid (“i’d fall asleep on the phone,” rintaro quipped when you offered the idea), and barista at the library cafe (which didn't sound too bad, but to rintaro’s dismay, you two were going to be responsible for opening). nonetheless, you needed a job, and the cafe was your favorite place to visit between classes, so why not?
morning shifts weren’t terrible. although rintaro would describe them as "soul-sucking" and "brutal", they were actually quite peaceful. it was only the two of you in the morning, along with the manager who’d pop into the front from time to time. and even though you haven’t told your manager that you and rintaro were dating, you’re sure she already knew since she’s given rintaro a talk on professionalism far too many times after the word “babe” slipped from his mouth on occasion. 
this morning, like most, was tiring. even the 2010s pop playlist playing on the speakers couldn’t bring up your spirits. when you walked into the cafe, rintaro was already throwing his apron over his college hoodie. he looked exhausted — the exam last night probably took the life out of him like it did you. 
"you look like shit,” you murmured the greeting quietly as you grabbed your own apron. 
“good morning to you, too,” he huffs, a soft smile dancing across his lips. he licks his lips, a swift glide across them, before ushering you to come towards him. "c'mere." 
his soft, pink lips touch yours gently, his hands fall to the front pockets of your apron, pulling you even closer if that was even possible. your eyes widen and a gasp leaves your lips before you’re doing everything in your ability to push him away from you. 
"rintaro! what are you doing?" you’re both breathing heavily despite the kiss being a gentle, lingering one. 
"what do you mean? no one’s here." he’s always so laid back and composed, his opaline eyes looking down at you without a single worry behind them. 
"dumbass, there are cameras," you whisper-yell, as if that would cover up the little scene you two were brewing behind the counter. 
"boss doesn't check the cameras every day," he continues to prep the espresso machines lined up along the wall. 
"how do you know that? what if we were both about to get massive raises or promotions? huh? we could’ve lost that because of one stupid kiss,” you follow him as he brings out the coffee grounds from the supply closet. “the kiss wasn’t even good, by the way.” 
rintaro stops in his tracks and turns around to face you. and with a small smirk playing on his lips, he turns his head knowingly. “oh yeah? why’s that?” 
“your breath tastes like coffee,” you respond. “and toothpaste.” 
“yours doesn’t taste any better. you had a banana, didn’t you?” he fakes a gag before moving past you to set up the pastry case. 
"whatever. i’m gonna go brew the coffee."
having done this for a while, you two set up efficiently — you let him take care of the machines and pastries while you brew the coffee and teas in advance for peak hours. a few minutes later, rintaro walks over, the scent of his cologne, although weaker than the coffee, brings you comfort. 
"we'll tell her it was an accident." your boyfriend’s a genius, really. despite not thinking the kiss was a big deal, he felt bad. he was used to getting yelled at by your manager, but the thought of you being put through that makes him feel sick to his stomach. 
"rintaro. you literally kissed me. 'c'mere',” you mock his deep voice and pretend to lean in for a kiss. a laugh leaves your lips as his eyes narrow at your mockery. 
"you worry too much."
"and you aren't careful enough."
"okay, okay, i won't kiss you ever again,” he offers. he’s standing next to you now, preparing the cold brew that’s been quite popular lately due to the spring heat. his shoulder touches yours and it takes everything in you to not relax into his body like you would when you’re alone. 
"damn right you won't," and he scoffs. he knows you can’t go a single day without his kisses, but he decides to indulge himself. 
"not even before my games," he quips. you roll your eyes, knowing that won't happen. the truth is, you both can’t go a day without being in each other’s embrace, placing kisses all over the other’s face until your stomachs hurt from laughing. 
"okay bud, gotcha."
"so i'm bud now? what happened to babeee,” he draws out. “or baby, or rinnie?" he faux pouts and changes the pitch of his voice to match yours.
and suddenly, he’s behind you, his mouth less than a few inches away from your ear. his breath fans your skin while his hand quickly touches your waist before hiding away in his apron pocket. 
“or rin….” he moans breathily, just quiet enough to be heard over the coffee machines. you take a sharp breath in out of pure shock, and turn around quickly to slap his shoulder until he leaves you alone. he laughs on his way to the supply room, grabbing the large syrup cases while you try to hide your flustered expression (but of course, he sees your mouth twitch in an attempt to hide your laugh). 
the shift goes by quickly. rintaro throws you a couple winks like he always does, and you clean up his spills. and during your break, he comes to you with your favorite drink in hand, taking a sip first and then offering it to you.
"an indirect kiss, you know, since you’ll never let me kiss you again." 
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gn!reader x oikawa. best friends to lovers, alcohol consumption, only one bed!
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when you first invited tooru to your co-worker’s wedding, you told him you’d strictly be going as friends — just friends and nothing more. truthfully, you could’ve gone by yourself, but the thought of celebrating love alone left a foul taste in your mouth and a growing pit in your stomach. and when you brought up the idea to your best friend, he seemed excited to get dressed up and dance the night away on the dance floor. 
but here you are now with tooru’s arm hooked around your shoulder as he whines about how much his feet hurt, hiccups rhythmically leaving his pink lips.
“maybe you shouldn’t have had so much champagne then, dumbass,” you whine, dragging his body towards the hotel room he booked weeks in advance. he responds with a groan, pulling the room key out of his jacket pocket to unlock the door. 
you carry him to the bed — the only bed — and toss him haphazardly onto the cushiony mattress. he’s looking up at the ceiling with crimson cheeks and a giggle bubbling in his throat. 
“what in the world is this,” you ask him, walking over to obstruct his view of the bland ceiling. he simply looks over at you and then beckons for you to lie down next to him. 
“i’m not gonna sleep in the same bed as you, tooru! you’re drunk,” you rake your hands through your hair, and the frustration on your face brings tooru to a seat. 
“‘m not drunk, i just,” he hiccups again, then continues. “i just had a lot of fun tonight.” 
and you have to admit — it was nice to see tooru let loose a little bit tonight. he wasn’t worrying about his next game, or training, or even his team. he was there with you, with his warm hands on your waist as you danced to the vivacious music. even though his fingers found a home on your lower back, you couldn’t help but feel the lines blur a little bit — the ones that separated platonic from romantic, the ones that changed the meaning of his past “i love you”’s. because even though you knew he was an affectionate drunk, he was only affectionate with you (and perhaps he only felt comfortable getting drunk around you, not that you mind. taking care of him was like second nature to you). 
a soft sigh leaves your lips, and you’re taking your shoes off before helping tooru’s with his. you climb into bed with him. 
“just so you know, we’re putting a pillow in the middle. i don’t wanna smell your stinky breath in the morning,” you tell him with a playful glint in your voice. he looks back at you with his mouth forming an ‘o’. 
“my breath never stinks. you just don’t wanna be near me because we both know you’re clingy as fuck,” he laughs as you aggressively pat down the pillow between you two, as if your movements would make it stick in place. 
“you’re the clingy one! you wouldn’t even let me dance by myself!” 
“who dances alone at a wedding?” 
“i could’ve if i didn’t bring you,” you stick your tongue out at him and his cheeks rise in a smile. 
“why’d you bring me then, hm?” 
silence fills the room. he thinks about how lucky he is to be able to lay here with you, rosy cheeks and all. and maybe he is a little drunk, or maybe the timing just feels right. so he slowly lifts up the pillow between you two and places it behind him. his body shifts closer to yours, and you can feel your insides burning up because of the distance. 
“is it because you wanted to see me in a suit?” he shifts closer to you. you can smell the alcohol on his breath, but you don’t hate it. “or maybe you just wanted to dance with me?” 
his eyes drill into yours, those chocolate hues occupying your mind. you hate the way he’s smiling. you hate the way that you can feel the heat radiating off his body. you hate that he hasn’t closed the gap between you two. 
you don’t respond — you can’t. tooru’s hand finds that place on your lower back again, and you’re reminded of how his body was swaying against yours on the dance floor. his fingers are warm like the rest of his body, and he’s pulling you into his chest. this feels different than the times he’d console you when you’d cry, different than the times he’d hug you after his wins.
because this feels like his own victory. 
“are you okay with this?” he asks, his hand stilling on your back as he waits for a response. you nod, and he thinks that maybe he’s a little too drunk. do you want this as much as he does? what happens after tonight? 
tooru forces his tendency to overthink away into the back of his mind, and he begins to dance his fingers along your back like two figures waltzing to an orchestra. 
he likes this — he feels at peace like this. 
and in the morning, he feels the pounding in his head be replaced by pounding in his chest. he peers down at you with those chestnut eyes and pushes the hair away from your face. so once again, he lets his hand wander down to your waist, and you push yourself further into his body. 
sure, the lines have blurred a little bit, but tooru was hoping that it would happen anyway. 
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