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"The Four Times Kenma Turned on Kuroo, and the One Time Kuroo Got Him Back"

From @nsfw-rian for @tobihos

Note: Hey, Happy Valentines Day!! I loved this prompt and it was so much fun to write! Hopefully I did the characters and this awesome prompt justice!

Prompt: NSFW) Person A and Person B make a competition to see who can go longer assed want to have sex/masturbate/etc… They both lose. kuroxkenma

Story The 4Times Kenma Turned on Kuroo, and the One Time Kuroo Got Him Back

Kenma blinked away sunlight, which found it’s was through translucent curtains. He laid easily along Kuroo, still pajamaed backs plush. Stretching out with a sigh, he readjusted, frail hands tapping at the nubs on his PSP. The larger laid spread out on the floor, his head placed comfortably on crossed arms as he lazily flipped a page of the sports magazine he was scanning. Kuroo shifted slightly, “hey, Kenma?” he asked mildly straining his voice, clearly uncomfortable. Kenma grunted in acknowledgment, beginning to sit up out of his position. “No, it’s not that” Kuroo stated, encouraging Kenma to return to his original lounge. “What’s the longest you’ve gone without…ya know?” Kenmas body shook slightly as kuroo shook is hand in a vulgar, jerking motion. Upon realizing what Kuroo was getting at with his question, Kenma felt a moment of relief that Kuroo couldn’t see him, as a soft rouge spread across his face. “Longer than you” Kenma snorted, trying to be nonchalant about the invasive topic. “Well Bokuto said he went 7 days without anything; no sex, no jerking off, nothing, Akaashi and him had a bet. At first it seemed really easy to beat that record, but maybe not.” Kuroo explained thoughtfully. “I want to beat his record, but it would be boring to do it alone.” Kuroo stated, a cheeky smile clear in his voice, eyebrow raised seductively. The muscles in Kenma stiffened, understanding the intent of his boyfriend. “Kuroo, you could barely go a day without sexual gratification, how do you expect us to go more than 7 days?” Kenma sat up, slowly easing his way off of the larger mans back. “Think of it as a game!” Kuroo prompted. He ffroze, this is true, it could be a game for him, Kuroo knew exactly how to get to Kenma. Sighing, Kenma visibly gave in. There are few things Kenma would sacrifice an orgasm for, beating Kuroo was one of them. The blonde heavily exhaled “fine, you’re on” shifting on the floor to sit face to face with Kuroo, who gave his signature smirk. He knew how out of character this was for kenma. “We need rules” Kenma stated, pulling at a strand of hair and sitting cross legged his boxers riding up slightly. Resting his head onto his hands, Kuroo looked up thoughtfully at Kenma. “Ok, no touching yourself, no sex obviously.” “and the winner?” Kenma prompted. “Any fantasy the winner wants.” I Kuroo responded wickedly. Kenma flushed, his eyes going wide “Deal.” _________________________________________ 1. The first day was easy to resist temptation, though it wasn’t necessarily difficult to turn Kuroo on. Light touches, and lingering stares did little to distract both from the original intent. It wasn’t until Kenma stood on tiptoes, reaching hopelessly at a bowl placed on shelf his fingertips scarcely grazed, that Kuroo almost broke. Kenma grunted lightly, his loose flannel rising above his hips with his stretch. His jeans slipped lower, exposing perfect imprints of Kuroos fingers staining Kenma’s pale hips. A surge of adrenaline bolted through Kuroo, his heart leaping as he stood innocently under the arch of the kitchen entry way. Kenma looked back, reading the excitement and discomfort in his boyfriend. He looked down at his waist and smirked, realizing what the love marks resulting from their nights before did to Kuroo. The larger ran his fingers through his thick locks pulling lightly and exhaling heavily while Kenma made large, innocent eyes over at his boyfriend. Kuroo swallowed thickly and moved, reaching up over Kenma to reach the bowl with ease. Kenma pushed lightly back against Kuroo, a movement so small it could have been taken as a shift in weight. The pressure was just enough to hitch Kuroo’s breathing; he feigned a cough and turned away quickly on his heel. Kenma snickered to himself, realizing the fun he could have with his new game. He adjusted his shirt, then smirked and pulled it back up, exposing his hip again. ____________________________________________ 2. Unexpectedly, it was Kenma to start the war between him and Kuroo. After seeing the reaction and blatant sexual frustration, Kenma felt the need to see just how far he could push his boyfriends buttons. It started with a simple accessory; a collar. The blonde smiled smally into the mirror upon looking at his reflection after securing the choker. The thick black band sat just a bit too tight across his adam’s apple where a little bell jingled. Kenma pushed a lock of hair behind his ear and continued through his day, waiting for Kuroo to return home from classes.

Hours later found Kenma hanging upside-down on a large, cushy, black chair, DS in hand; his boxers sliding up his legs due to the position. Socked feet patted a rhythm against the leather while a slip of pink tongue stuck out in concentration. Kenma’s focus was so incredible that Kuroo walking through the door went unnoticed until he called out “I’m home, pudding!” He stepped through the threshold and dropped his bag onto the carpeting next to the door; a habit Kenma engraved. Kuroo toed off his black canvas sneakers and flopped unceremoniously on to the opposing coach. “How was class?” Kenma questioned lazily, pausing the game, though not making his interest in Kuroo obvious. His eyes shifted, waiting to gauge Kuroo’s reaction. When his cat like eyes reached Kuroo’s he met a pair of wide eyes. Kuroo’s mouth felt like cotton, his eyes locked intently on the leather collar bestowed on his boyfriend. “I- Umm it was g-good” Kuroo suffered out, a blush staining across the apples of his cheeks. When he finally convinced his eyes to pull away from the leather, he was met with a devilish smirk. It was obvious what Kenma’s intent was, and it was definitely working on Kuroo. The pride Kuroo has was almost out weighed by the frustration he felt. Trying to ignore the way his cock twitched when Kenma rolled his neck was one of the hardest things Kuroo ever encountered, being that it was now day 4 of this awful bet. Kuroo mentally kicked himself for even agreeing to this game, and naturally Kenma seemed unaffected by going four fucking days without any relief. Kuroo groaned and turned away, sulking and letting his pride take over the extreme will to bend Kenma over and fuck him into the chair. Kenma smirked and continued his game while Kuroo released and pained groan and sulked further into the couch. “This was your idea, remember?” Kenma prompted. Kuroo groaned and sulked further into the leather cushion. ______________________________________________________ 3. Later that night, after Kuroo completed approximately an hour of moans, sighs and other sulking noises, which paired well with Kenma’s chiming of “this was your idea” and “you could just give in” the two agreed to a double date with Akashi and Bokuto. The group decided to take their evening out to a local italian restaurant. The sulking act Kuroo continued on until Bokuto and him were united, booming loudly at each other. Kenma and Akaashi shared an exasperated looking, relating due to their overly excited counterparts. Akaashi eyed the leather choker on Kenma and made a questioning gesture to his own throat, quirking an eyebrow. “Were saying who can hold out the longest” Kuroo explained in a quiet voice. “Hes making you do the bet?” Akaashi questioned knowingly. Kenma smiled and nodded “I think I’m having the easier time.” Kenma commented back. The four were seated and a loud banter continued on. When the food arrived, Kenma began his act. In his spot across from Kuroo, Kenma lazily reached his foot into Kuroo’s personal space. Kuroos leg jerked lightly as Kenmas slide up his pant leg, grabbing his eyes in a light stare. Kenma smirked and took a large mouthful of his pasta, sauce marking the corner of his mouth. To anyone else, it would appear like Kenma took too much food, nothing more. But to Kuroo, it was and over sexualized act of torment. Kenma continued, slurping and taking large mouthfuls of pasta, pushing kuroo more and more. It wasn’t until Kenmas tongue slipped our, lapping the sauce off of his spoon that Kuroo lets out an audible groan and shifts. Kenma smiled minutely, “ready to give in?” Kenma prompted, to which Kuroo fiercely shook his head. Akaashi let out a chuckle, to which Bokuto shot a confused glance, having missed something. “What did I miss?” Bokuto asked, humor in his voice. “They’re playing our game.” Akaashi explained coolly to him. “OH OH OH” Bokuto boomed, over whelmed with humor “give it up dude, it was more fun after I gave in.” Bokuto shook his head at his best friend while Kuroo pushed his face into his folded arms. Kenma laughed quietly, his hands running and pulling lightly at his partners hair. After the meal ended, the pairs separated, Bokutos hand sat in Akaashis back pocket as the strolled away towards their apartment. Kenmas hand snaked into Kuroos, a natural state for the two at this point. Pulling lightly, Kenma looked up with big eyes “you know, we both could just give in a no one wins” he offered. Kuroo pursed his lips thoughtfully and looked down “maybe. But a few more days and i beat bokuto…” Kenma took this as an invitation to up his game. He gave a shrug, a small peck and then continued their walk home.

4. Another day passed, making it now five days into this hellish endeavour. Kenma walked down the sidewalk of the downtown shopping district of the town where both he and Kuroo attended university, the cold February air nipping at his cheeks. With his hands shoved tight into his faded red nekoma sports jacket; a souvenir from his high school days, he walked past the average shops. It would be about another hour before Kuroo would be due home from practice. Suddenly, something caught Kenma’s eye; a long pair of thigh highs. Kenma smiled, knowing what a set of these would do to Kuroo. He eyed around lightly and stepped into the shop. After his purchase from a girl with a slightly suspecting look, Kenma returned on his way home. Once home, Kenma replaced his tight worn jeans with his old practice shorts and pulled the tights up to his thighs. The white ruffles rubbed against each other where his thighs touched and the light pink material was stretched taut. Little bows accented the outer edge, belts connected to a pair of matching silk underwear, which Kuroo would only see if he broke first. Kenma continued his day, feeling slightly rebellious and scandalous, going about his day around the house clad in his new attire. Around 15 minutes before Kuroo was due home, Kenma pulled out his graphic design homework and began working, sitting cross legged at their coffee table in their living room, his back to the door. When Kuroo walked in, he stood in the doorway, wary of what his punishment from Kenma would be today. The tension and frustration he’s been feeling was bubbling over him, and all day throughout his english class, Kuroo couldn’t sit still. Basically, Kuroo was in a state of constant sexual frustration; but in his defense 5 days without any gratification was extremely difficult, especially because the amount of sex him and Kenma had would make newlyweds blush. When Kuroo rounded the corner, already on edge, his jaw met the carpet. In front of him, Kenma sat cross legged on the floor in shorts too tight, and pink stockings clinging to mile long legs. His blonde locks tucked behind his ear, a pen was wedged between clenched teeth. “Oh, Hi” Kenma stated normally, looking up innocently at Kuroo. “Oh this is just unfair” Kuroo stated and groaned. Within seconds Kuroos hands were around Kenma, pulling him up to him, Kenmas legs instinctively wrapping his legs around Kuroos waist. Kuroo bit fiercely at Kenmas neck where the collar once was, his hands securing around his back. Kenma laughed breathlessly, overwhelmed by his boyfriend. Kuroo sucked angry marks down his neck, carrying him down the hall to their room. With a plop, Kuroo threw Kenma down. He stood, admiring him. Slowly, Kuroo crawled up over the smallers body. He kissed down his jaw and over the flesh over his neck. “So, I win?” Kenma said airly. “You play dirty” Kuroo responded. Kuroo kissed his way down Kenma, lifting the black tee shirt up over his head. Kuroo bit and sucked across Kenma’s chest until he got down to his navel. Rising slightly above the waist band of his practice shorts, Kuroo was met with a face of ruffles. Kuroos cock ached at the thought of what he knew was under those shorts. Kuroo groaned and looked up at a blushing Kenma. “You really play dirty.” he comment, Kenma snickered and pulled Kuroos hair “please” he begged. Kuroo pulled his own shirt up and over then pulled at Kenmas shorts. “Off” he stated. Kenma lifted his hips up, allowing the fabric to be peeled off of his body. Kuroo nipped at his hip bone, the spot where his finger print bruise was before the bet began. “I liked you better with the bruises” Kuroo whispered against the skin. His tongue lapped over the mark he left then placed a hand over the growing bulge in the pink silk panties. He kneaded lightly, pulling small gasps from the other. Kuroo slid the fabric down over the bulge with an agonizing pace, Kenmas dick springing free. With hunger, kuroo brought his mouth down to Kenmas dick, sucking lightly at the tip. He would have his revenge on Kenma in the best way. Kenma lay panting, pulling at Kuroos raven hair. Just when the pressure was almost too much, Kuroo stopped at removed his own pants and boxers. Once again, Kuroos eyes raked over the smallers body; this time though, Kenma was only clad in those pink thigh highs. Kenma laid on the bed, knees bent, propping himself up to watch Kuroo. “Don’t stop” Kenma begged, his erection sitting heavy and dark against his small stomach. Kuroo needed no motivation further, his hands ran up the stocking covered legs and spread them, revealing Kenma to him. With ease, Kuroo collected the condoms and lube. kuroo stroked himself lightly before covering his hand and beginning to work on kenma. At the first intrusion, Kenma clamped down, feeling the 5 days him and Kuroo felt separated. “Relax” Kuroo ordered from above. With his free hand, Kurok stroked Kenma; not enough to push him over, but just enough to keep him teetering on the edge. The two continued this way, with fingers and stroking and breathless names being whispered. Kuroo was painfully hard, but even in this state, he understood the importance of preparing Kenma right. “Now” kenma ordered, “please” he added softly. Kuroo nodded slightly frantically before sliding on the condom and coating himself with an excessive amount of lube. With a light push, Kuroos legs spread further, Kuroo sliding perfectly between them. “Ready?” Kuroo prompted, Kenma nodded. “Please, i’ve waited too long” Kenma said, revealing how difficult this past week was for him as well. Kuroo bit down and nodded before lining himself up and pushing in. At a burning and painstakingly slow pace, kuroo buried himself into Kenma. The two fit together flawlessly, and though both admired the other fully, the urgency was not lost. “Move” Kenma instructed, sliding himself and down lightly against the bed in an attempt to get Kuroos attemtion. Kuroo quickly understood and began thrusting, stroking Kenma in time. Within a few thrusts, Kenma screwed his eyes shit tight as Kuroo hit his spot dead on. Kenma inhaled sharply, pulling himself up, arms around Kuroos neck. Getting the message, Kuroo laid Kenma back down and began to pound in at the same angle, hitting his prostate every time. Within seconds, Kenma became a babbling mess, cum spilling over his and Kuroos chest. The way Kenma clenched down on him sent Kuroo falling over the edge sooner after. After a moment Kuroo pulled out and cleaned them both off using a discarded shirt. Once they were sufficiently cum free, Kuroo pulled kenma against his chest and kissed his hair lightly “I missed you” he whispered “I missed you too” Kenma replied softly. “Can we keep the stockings” Kuroo questioned into the panting harmony the two were creating. Kenma chuckled im responses and nodded lightly “Yes.” _____________________ bonus It was one week since Kenma had won their bet, and he was still plotting what fantasy he wanted to enact with Kuroo. He was in the middle of shooting down an enemy player, plotting what to do with him when he heard keys jingling in the door; Kuroo must be home. Just as his eyes shifted back to the screen, Kuroo stepped through the threshold of their house, toeing off his shoes and dropping his gym bag. Kenma looked over and felt overwhelmed. His eyes scanned, taking in the slightly damp raven hair, the way his white university shirt clung to Kuroos muscles, the red basketball shorts that fit a bit too well along his ass. Without thinking, Kenma stood up and walked to stand in front of Kuroo. “Hey kitten, hows your day-” Kuroos sentence was cut off abruptly by a pair of lips, demanding entrance. Soon, Kuroo had an arm full of Kenma as he once again wrapped his legs around Kuroo, kissing him roughly and desperately, but how could he not be desperate when Kuroo looked that good! Kuroo responded to the touches and kisses and whispered into kenmas ear “guess I win too, huh?”

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hqvalentinex16 · 8 years

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A Different Kind of Healing

From @tobihos for @nsfw-rian

Note: Hey there! Happy Valentines Day!!! This fic was not the one I originally planned on writing, to be honest, but I found myself encountering some issues and I changed things and ended up with this fic! It was really fun for me to write, as I have little experience with writing Tsukishima x Yamaguchi, so thank you for requesting them!! In this fic, I imagine they are in their first year of college (I never really stated that in the actual fic). I hope you enjoy your fic and have a super nice day!! - Becca （*´▽｀*）

Pairing: Tsukishima Kei x Yamaguchi Tadashi

Prompt: hurt/comfort; person a becomes sick (mentally, emotionally, physically) and person b worries over them; nsfw is acceptable but not required

Trigger Warnings: None, besides this does get NSFW!

A Different Kind of Healing

“Yamaguchi.”

“Yes Tsukki?”

“Calm down.”

“Right, sorry Tsukki…”

Tsukishima let out a sigh. This was the fifth time today that he had to tell Yamaguchi to calm down, but the idiot just wouldn’t listen. Tsukishima could basically feel the worry rolling off his boyfriend in waves.

Yamaguchi perked up a bit, as if suddenly remembering something. “Do you need anything Tsukki?”

“I don’t. You just asked me ten minutes ago.”

“Ah, yeah,” Yamaguchi huffed a short, embarrassed laugh before sinking back into the couch.

Ever since the accident, Yamaguchi had been like this. ‘This’ meaning worried and jumpy and at Tsukishima’s heels even though Tsukishima might not need him and while it was endearing that Yamaguchi cared about him it was also quite annoying. Tsukishima wasn’t a baby, he was an adult who could take care of himself.

Tsukishima heard Yamaguchi take a breath. “I just,” the brunet started. “I’m really sorry Tsukki. I didn’t see the car an-”

“Yamaguchi, shut up. It wasn’t your fault,” the blonde took a quick glance at the cast on his leg. “We had the right away, the guy driving was an asshole who realized he wouldn’t make the light and couldn’t slow down enough in time and crossed into the pedestrian zone.”

“No, it’s not okay! I should have noticed! I couldn’t even do anything Tsukki I just stood there and you passed out and I thought you were dead and-” Yamaguchi heaved, fingers gripping his knees so tight that his knuckles turned white. “I was useless…”

Yamaguchi still had visions of the accident. They plagued him whenever he passed that corner, or whenever he closed his eyes to go to sleep. It was just so scary to see Tsukishima on the floor like that, and Yamaguchi couldn’t do anything but shake and cry while someone else dialed the emergency number and called for help.

“Yamaguchi, just… shut up, okay? It wasn’t your fault. I don’t think that.”

In a very unlike Tsukishima manner, the blonde pulled Yamaguchi over so the other’s face was pressed into his shoulder. Almost immediately Yamaguchi threw his arms around Tsukishima and bit his lip, trying to keep himself from crying. He muttered another ‘sorry’ and Tsukishima let him, finding it useless to try and tell him not to now. Yamaguchi was surprised that the blond initiated something like this, since he usually didn’t, but Yamaguchi was pleased. He could relax like this.

Tsukishima leaned back into the couch a bit, wrapping his arm around Yamaguchi. What had happened couldn’t have been helped, because it was an accident. Tsukishima had gotten very lucky though. His whole body was sore from the accident, but a lot more could have gone wrong than just a broken leg.

Yamaguchi placed a kiss to Tsukishima’s collar bone. “I don’t know what would have happened if I lost you, Tsukki…”

“So stop thinking about it,” Tsukishima sighs. “I’m not going anywhere for a long time.” His face dusted a light pink. Even though they had been going out for a year and a half, Tsukishima still got embarrassed about saying things like that. Yamaguchi found it cute.

The pair stayed like that for a while, Yamaguchi occasionally sniffling into Tsukishima’s shirt. It made Tsukishima cringe a little bit, but it was worth it if it made Yamaguchi feel better. Tsukishima rubbed his back lightly, hoping it would help Yamaguchi relax.

The brunette sniffed a final time a little while later and picked his head up from where it has been resting to look at Tsukishima. Yamaguchi’s eyes were no longer red with sadness, so the blonde figured that he was already starting to feel better. Well, for now at least. Tsukishima figured this wouldn’t be the last of his moods like this, knowing how much that Yamaguchi worried.

“Tsukki, can I kiss you?”

Tsukishima flushed. “You don’t have to ask every time.”

Yamaguchi grinned to himself before sitting up to kiss him properly. He moved closer to the blonde, loosening his arms that were around Tsukishima’s neck.

Tsukishima knew that whenever Yamaguchi asked if he could kiss him, it usually meant he wanted something more than just a kiss. Today, Tsukishima figured it would be fine. They hadn’t gotten much alone time since the accident and now was as good a time as ever if they wanted to blow off some steam.

“Yamaguchi,” Tsukishima muttered, pulling away from the kiss. “I don’t think we should go all the way.”

Yamaguchi huffed a laugh. “Do you want me to jerk you off then?”

“Do whatever you want.”

“But that’s no fun, Tsukki!”

Tsukishima went to grumble a protest, but he barely got a few words out when the brunette kissed him again. This time, Yamaguchi kissed him a bit more forcefully than before. Tsukishima’s hand snaked around Yamaguchi’s back and settled at the base of his head, gripping onto the hair there. The brunette let out a quiet, pleased sigh and leaned into Tsukishima more.

Yamaguchi nipped at his boyfriend’s lower lip, sucking it into his mouth before releasing. He pulled back to look at Tsukishima, whose face was an attractive pink. “Tsukki always looks cute like this.”

“Shut up Yamaguchi.”

“Sorry Tsukki!”

Tsukishima initiated another kiss and Yamaguchi was doing the best the he could to not crawl into the other’s lap. He didn’t want to bother Tsukki’s leg too much. Instead, Yamaguchi brushed his hand over Tsukishima’s crotch. He could feel through the other’s sweatpants that Tsukishima was already starting to get hard and Yamaguchi had to repress a grin. Tsukki was so easy to get worked up sometimes.

Yamaguchi slipped his hand into Tsukishima’s sweats and the blonde stiffened, but soon relaxed as Yamaguchi began to palm his half hard length through his boxers. Tsukishima gripped Yamaguchi’s hair a big tighter, biting down on the brunette’s lip in order to hold back a groan. It didn’t take much coaxing from Yamaguchi to get Tsukishima fully erect and Tsukishima was doing the best he could to not squirm under the brunette’s teasing touches.

Yamaguchi pulled away from the kiss to take a breath. Tsukishima’s lips were red and shiny with spit and Yamaguchi wanted to lick them. He didn’t though. Instead he studied Tsukishima’s face, taking in how the others eyes were half lidded and how his breath was coming out in quiet pants and how his face was still flushed that attractive pink.

“Tsukki, pull your pants down.” Yamaguchi tugged at the sweats with his free hand, helping Tsukishima when he did what Yamaguchi asked. His boxers followed soon after.

Tsukishima tried to cover his face with his arm, but that only jostled his glasses and that was annoying. Besides, Yamaguchi always told him to stop hiding his face. Tsukishima couldn’t help but want to hide his face. Things like this were embarrassing and he hated that he liked it when Yamaguchi touched him like this. He was supposed to be cool, calm, and aloof, but right now he was anything but.

Yamaguchi was moving his hand over Tsukishima’s hard cock, using the blonde’s pre-cum to slick his palm and Tsukishima length. It was easier that way. Yamaguchi focused on languid, long strokes, never paying enough attention to the head of Tsukishima’s dick just to tease him.

“Yamaguch- ah! Hurry up…” Tsukishima moaned lowly, one hand gripping Yamaguchi’s shirt and the other gripping the couch.

“But why, Kei?” Yamaguchi sped up his movements and kissed Tsukishima’s neck, enjoying how the blonde’s breath hitched at the emphasis on his name.

“Y-You always do things so slowly and- mmhn.” Tsukishima couldn’t finish. Yamaguchi was gripping him just right and though it was a bit of trouble, the blonde started thrusting his hips up into the touch. “I’m gonna cum Tadashi. Don’t stop,” he moaned, trying to muffle the sound a bit.

Yamaguchi sped up once more, enjoying the wet, schlik-ing noises his hand was making. He could feel his own erection pressing against his pants, but he wanted this to be about Tsukki.

Tsukishima lasted about another thirty seconds before he came with a groan that was somewhat muffled by the palm of his hand. While his cum mostly landed either on himself or Yamaguchi’s hand, some did get on his shirt and that was a little gross.

Yamaguchi pulled his hand away, looking at it with mild interest before turning his attention back to his still panting boyfriend. He grinned. “It’s always fun to get you off.”

“You’re so weird Yamaguchi,” Tsukishima said stiffly, trying to get his face to return to it’s normal color.

Yamaguchi snickered, kissing Tsukishima’s cheek. “I love you, Tsukki.”

“And people think, I’m the jerk.”

“Hey, I’m not a jerk! You let me do it.”

“Yeah, but I got cum on my shirt. You have to help me clean it.” Yamaguchi huffed in a mock annoyance, standing up and turning away from Tsukishima. “If I’m such a jerk you can clean it yourself.”

“Seriously Yamaguchi?” Tsukishima snorted.

“Sorry Tsukki!”

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