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slightly nsfw!

Lasko loves being on top. He loves being able to see every part of Dear, and being able to touch every part of them...But that is definitely not to say he doesn't love when Dear is on top of him.

Like right now; they cup his cheeks, tilting his head up to them. And smile. Lasko feels his cheeks heat up.

"What is it?" He only has enough voice to whisper out.

Dear chuckles lightly and shrugs, "nothing."

It certainly wasn't nothing. There's just something about the way his eyelashes gently flutter up to them, with that desperate darkness of his eyes, pupils like little whirpools that beg for more. They slide their thumb over his pillowy lip that boast a slight sheen from their earlier kisses.

"Oh, Lasko," they murmur, teasing their lips against his. They slowly inch forward. Only to stop once again, noses nuzzling against each other.

His heart skips as he feels the air of their chuckle wash against his face. Lasko's hands instinctively clamp down on Dear's thighs, his long fingers digging into their flesh in a yearning effort to bring them closer to him.

He can feel the part that aches for them most firmly upright against their thigh. He can feel the little thrusts he's making in a needy attempt for friction.

But he doesn't care enough to be embarrassed. Right now, he is burning for the sweet waters of Dear's lips.

Not only is he burning, but he's whimpering too. The little noises practically slip out of his parted lips.

Dear sweeps some of his hair behind his ear, setting off an explosion of tingles down his arms.

They kiss his both his cheeks; left then right.

They kiss his forehead.

They kiss his chin.

All the while his heart is ramming against the confines of his chest with the sole mission of getting kisses of its own.

Dear is so close... so close to kissing his mouth, when he feels their fingertips of both hands slide along his jaw, up to the nape of his neck, before winding themselves in his hair and tugging. A deliciously warm heat explodes in his stomach, spreading out to every atom of his entire being. Lasko's whole body is trembling; his hands clamber to pull Dear closer. He can't be polite anymore.

He needs this. He needs them.

They make a low, hot sound that shows they appreciate the guttural noise he unknowingly made. And in appreciation of his neck that is now exposed and vulnerable. Their lips just graze along his collarbone. They merely ghost along the slope of his neck.

Maddening lust paired with playful frustration jostles his brain just enough to murmur out ineligible words of absolute desire.

And finally, Dear gives him what he needs.It barely takes any effort from Lasko to completely give in and melt into Dear's mouth.

Most people describe kissing as this mind numbing pleasure, but his brain is on full alert right now, with more thoughts than even he can keep track of. Their tongue slides against his own, like waves of ambrosia racking through his body. He sighs into the kiss --pure relief and tension dancing with each other much like the wind dances with the waves-- and tears spring to his eyes.

Their mouth is so velvety and familiar like soaking into a warm bath at the end of a long day. They taste sweet, like a popsicle.

Lasko is desperate for more. He swirls his tongue around theirs with nothing short of eagerness. They make a sudden sound in their throat, redirecting all the blood in his body in a supple and sweet rush. The ache that follows is a decadent one.

His core sings out a song, and it's accompanying harmony is sang back by theirs.

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Avior: /ˈeɪvjər/ a binary star in the southern constellation of Carina. At apparent magnitude +1.86 it is one of the brightest stars in the night sky, but is not visible from most of the northern hemisphere.

And from that hell, he'd never felt less visible.

No one could see him. Would anyone miss him? Not at the rate the time here goes; no one would even notice he was missing. And when they eventually did, he was sure he'd practically be senile.

They certainly wouldn't miss him. His starlight. His one true love. The very spark to his flame.

Avior, on the other hand, would be punished probably forever, with having to stare at his lover's face. His heart burned with the fury of a thousand stars, desperate for the relief of feeling their chest against his own. At this point, he could basically self combust. That would be a kinder mercy than his consistent satiation that basically dragged his physical form along every hour of his new life here.

Being forced to watch them live a life without him, without even remembering him left a hunger so deep within his soul, he could barely tear himself away. Even though just seeing their face made him yearn more. His starlight was truly a drug of their own.

Avior found himself burying his hands in the dirt just to stop himself from pointlessly reaching out to them like some desperate puppy.

He would not give whatever entity had cursed him the satisfaction...

It is a known fact that light cannot escape black holes. Avior's light had died trying and his blood curdling cries were barely whispers upon unlistening ears.

Sound couldn't escape either, it seemed.

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Hush: /hʌʃ/ 1. a sudden, calm silence

Because that's what he was supposed to be. Suddenly there, and void of all the symphonies that form a personality. His purpose was to retrieve a Sovereign and delivere it to E'Laetum and Min'Ara. That was it. A calm and straightforward voice that came from the Meridian.

2. to soothe or be soothed 

That was meant to be the result of his actions; finally grant relief to E'Laetum and Min'Ara after a millenia of thankless and forgotten turmoil.

Hush, who has the faint whispers of Avior's determination and protective instinct. Hush, who has the faint hum of Starlight's curiosity. Hush, who is finally finding his own voice-- which may sound mellifluous but has a warning rumble of a powerful crescendo.

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Vega: /'vē-gə/ The name is a loose transliteration of the Arabic wāqi‘ (“falling” or “landing”), from the phrase an-nasr al-wāqi‘, meaning “the falling eagle.”

Vega was anything but falling, ask anyone who knew him. He was strong, and firm. Unbudging. As steady and present as the ground beneath our feet. But ready to consume your whole being within a second.

He was the brightest star, a force to be reckoned with. No one dared to stare too long.....no one but them. He sensed their fear, yes. But he also sensed the confidence that quietly bubbled under the surface, waiting patiently for the right opportunity. He also sensed....their affection for him. This one was more of a whisper, a quiet song under the cacophony of all the other feelings they felt when they looked at him. Heh. His little warden does care.

Vega was rarely filled with regret, but the moment he was shattered by that strange entity-- not so much human as he was demon-- he felt the heavy grains of the disgusting emotion sink to the ground as the rest of him....as the rest of the brightest star....was whisked away by the cold and unfeeling wind.

For one so magnificent with his words, he surely couldn't have spoken his own affections aloud. Now all they will have left of him are dead words on a dead page.

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Vindemiator Gavin: /ˈɡævɪn/ holds the meaning "white hawk" and all the virtues long associated with the bird of prey. In his true form, away from all the expectations of being a pleasure demon...of being an incubus...he can be the strong one. The one in charge of his own desire, of his own destiny....instead of

Vindemiator: /vɪnˌdɛmi.təɹ/ originates from the Greek term for 'the grape gatherer', a simple bright yellow star. A mere servant to others' desires; nothing more than the name assigned to him. Vindemiator, the star: a grape gatherer. Never to enjoy the fruits of his own labour, dismissed the moment the job is done. Vindemiator, the incubus: a sex demon. Meant to transform and lose himself to satisfy others, for a mere crumb of nourishment, kicked out of sweat soaked sheets once the fun was had......that was over. He wasn't going back to that life. He was Gavin. A white hawk, with wings that paved their own path.

A path that led him to his home...to his freelancer.

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~bite me~

Baji x fem!reader

╱|、 (˚ˎ 。7 |、˜〵 じしˍ,)ノ in which Keisuke Baji has always been self-conscious about his teeth.

TRIGGER WARNINGS: mentions of violence, Twilight references, slightly suggestive

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For as long as you can remember, Baji has been self conscious of his teeth. His sharp canines that flash when he smiles, and cutely poke out of his mouth once in a while. He hates them. You, on the other hand, are in love with them, and not just because they're attached to your long term crush.

"What are you, a dog?" Some of the other kids in the yard used to jeer at him. "C'mere, little Baji, c'mere!" They'd coo at him before bursting into snarky laughter.

You'd drag him away, after he got a few punches in. Gotta teach those assholes a lesson, huh?

You remembered he cried once, though he'd rather die than admit it, when Mikey teased him about his teeth after a particularly awful fight.

Baji had growled and Mikey, being his best friend, knew exactly where how to hurt him. "What, you gonna bite me, you dog?"

You remember wiping the tears off of his cheeks with your sweater. As he quietly murmured, "dogs aren't even cool. If he'd called me cat, I wouldn't have hit him so hard."

Now, several years later, and he's still self conscious but he's gotten better at hiding it. I mean, no one will be able to see how much it truly got to him if their eyes were punched enough to swell closed, right?

"Y'know, you really gotta stop beating people for making fun of you, my parents already don't like you--" you say to him after another brawl as you bandage up his scaped knuckles.

"Is it because I keep using up your bandages?" He smirks, with a cocky tilt of his head.

You roll our eyes, not giving him the triumph of seeing how his eyes on you flusters you to your very core. "Maybe." Then you sigh, "you really shouldn't let those comments get to you. Your teeth are sexy, like a vampire--"

"Vampires are blood sucking parasites," he deadpans.

You grin at him, "hey, now. Don't act like you didn't have a vampire obsession, *Edward*."

His eyes widen, and pink dusts across his cheeks, "you swore you wouldn't mention that anymore!"

You can't help it; giggling, you stand between his legs that hang off the counter in your bathroom and hug him. "Your teeth are amazing, Keisuke. You have no idea how much I want you to turn me into a vampire."

At that, the heat radiating off Baji's face nearly melts your own. "I-- You, what?"

Your stomach swoops, you love flustering him like this, so you smirk up at him, "I want you to mark me, Kei. Leave a bite mark right on my neck."

His adam's apple bobs nervously as his shaky eyes follow the line of your jaw, to the delicious swoop of your neck. Wow, a bruise right on your skin would be so pretty.

"What d'ya say, Keisuke Baji?" You practically nuzzle his nose, "wanna bite me?"

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Why am I friends with you?

You ask Kenma to buy condoms with you in preparation of your special night with your boyfriend Kuroo

warnings: slightly suggestive notes: college au, all characters are above eighteen I'm on my Kenma brainrot and loving it

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There are so many. SOOOOO MANY. Why? There's flavored ones, ribbed ones, for her ones, extra thick, latex, extra lubed...

They cover the entire wall. In the family planning section. Which is odd, because isn't this supposed to prevent families?

"Can you please hurry?" Kenma mutters, his eyes strictly trained on the ground. "I don't want anyone to see me here."

"I don't want anyone to see me here either, okay?" You hiss back at him, before you turn back to the wall and attempt to decipher what the hell you're supposed to be getting.

"Then pick one!"

See...that's where the problem is. That's what forced you to call him. Because you'd never done anything with Kuroo before, and tonight...you wanted to surprise him, so you needed to be prepared. But you didn't know anything about guys'...more specifically Kuroo's junk...so you figured Kenma would--

"Stop staring at me like that, I'm not joining you two."

You splutter, not even realizing your eyes had fallen on your rather handsome friend. "That's totally not what I was-- look, I don't know which ones to get."

The shorter man fixes you with such a look. He could've been anywhere, like in his room, playing his video games, but because he's a good friend he drove over to accompany you to the store when you called him on the verge of a panic attack. Little did poor Kenma Kozume know you wanted to buy fricking condoms... for you and his best friend. That's not an image he wants to have.

At all.

So understand why he's so grumpy when he says deadpan: "And what? I'm supposed to know?"

"Didn't you guys like... y'know...in the locker rooms?''

Kenma doesn't even dignify that with a response.

You sigh and turn back to the wall, then scan through all of them and pick out a regular. Practically snatching it off the wall so that no one would dare think you and your boyfriend carry out safe sex. You like your status as a dare devil, thank you very much.

"Alright, you can stop pouting, let's go get you the ice cream sundae I promised."

But Kenma doesn't move.

"Uh, Ken?"

The best way to describe his expression is the pure feeling of yearning to be unmade. The absolute doom and gloom on his face is like none you've ever seen before, it's so much worse than when Kuroo tries to sing (which is a beautiful sight). And he's rooted in his spot.

"You.." He forces the words out of his mouth, looking anywhere but at you. "You got regular?"

You look down at the small blue box, with REGULAR printed in black along the front. "Uh, yeah? Why, what's up?"

He lets out a strained sigh, before taking a black box from the wall. "This one." He pulls it off faster than you did. So that no one would dare know that he was helping his friend pick condoms for his best friend who he TOTALLY DOESN'T KNOW THE EXACT SIZE OF. He's gotta keep his reputation of nonchalance, my dude.

Kenma shoves it in your hands. The word LARGE in golden letters almost makes you choke on your spit.

"Let's go." And with that he hightails out of there, leaving you shocked, stunned and weirdly excited for your night with Kuroo.

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Big Shoppin'

"What do you think about this one?" I hold up the silk red dress shirt for Kenma to look at. He doesn't look up from his phone. You've gotten used to this, knowing that even outside of his work hours he still needs his screentime, so you obnoxiously clear your throat.

He lets out a deep sigh and looks up. Wordlessly, you wriggle the red item in your hand. He doesn't say anything, he just lets his face twisted in disgust do all the talking.

You laugh out, amused if not a little exasperated. "Kenma~" you pout. "babe, this is like the seventh store we've been to. I thought you wanted to go home."

He slumps, "I do, but I don't want to wear fancy clothes; it's literally just a high school reunion, I've already seen them all before, why do I have to dress up for them?"

"Because it's a high school reunion *dinner*; being fancy is kinda the point."

"All these shirts are weird anyway."

"Ken, you're wearing your socks over your pants, I don't trust your taste in anything," you quip before putting back the shirt. Such a shame, he's always looked so good in red. You can almost feel him glaring at you while your back is turned.

"I don't want my legs to risk getting cold, okay? I'm just being practical."

Whatever you say, Ken.

"Alright, man. Let's make a deal-"

"You're really gonna keep calling me man even though we're married now?"

A sheepish smile tugs at your lips, "right, sorry, force of habit." You clap your hands with finality, "here's what I propose, you cooperate with me, or I call Kuroo over for dinner tonight."

His face instantly falls. "No, don't do that. He'll just lecture me about being more social or something like that. And then he won't leave until I agree to wear a whole suit!"

Victory is delicious. You cross your arms, "well, that's my proposition."

He grumbles, each grumble getting more loud than the next. You're almost surprised that he doesn't start flailing his arms and legs around. But then again, this is Kenma Kozume, the less energy exerted the better.

"Fine," he mumbles. "But I'm not wearing the red shirt."

Now is your turn to pout, "meanie."

(ɔ◔‿◔)ɔ ♥

I'm back, my peeps. I missed you all so fricking much.

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Tall Girl, Big Ass

Gojo takes Itadori and Megumi to America for some guy bonding time. PS: why didn't y'all tell me about the redubbing Adam McArthur did? I think I'm in love~ PPS: I'm very tired, so please mind spelling errors PPPS: Megan Thee Stallion's Sukuna cosplay PPPPS: have a good day, reader

The stars above shine and sparkle, and the wind carries a cool breeze that gives some kind of relief to the exhausted and heat pricked audience. It is some kind of concert, and it is clear by the bonfires starting up and the new influx of people closer to the stage that buzz with excitement, no one is leaving anytime soon.

"This place is pretty crowded," Megumi notes as he scans over the area that holds tides and tides of people waiting the performer of the night. "But I don't see any curses."

Gojo merely smiles, quickly ushering the two boys closer to the stage. They both notice that he seems more smug than usual, donned in a more casual outfit compared to the two younger boys that are still in uniform. But unbeknownst to them, he's practically bursting at the seams from keeping his surprise a big secret.

"Who's concert is this?" Itadori asks, he knows (assumes) they're here for a job, but there's no reason that they can't have a little fun, right?

Their teacher's smile widens, "oh, someone I think you'll like, Yuuji."

Then it dawns on Megumi, who sighs deeply. "So, we're not here to exorcise curses?"

"We are, we're hear to exorcise the giant curse in your asses," Gojo cheekily lifts up his blindfold and winks.

Upon hearing this, Itadori's eyes start to sparkle, "we're here for the concert, then?"

"Yup," with a dramatic flare, Gojo places his hands on his hips.

The pink haired teenager jumps into the air, "aw, hell yeah!"

Megumi sighs another deep sigh that sounds like it came from the depths of his soul, "I'm going back to Japan." And keeping true to his word, he starts to walk away. When Gojo quickly grips his collar.

"Wait, the show's starting-"

Amongst their conversation, they missed the chatter of the patrons around them swell from comforting hums to loud cheering and screaming.

"It's starting, it's staring!" Yup, Itadori is lost to the giddiness and pure energy of the crowd.

"Are you hotties ready?" A voice calls from the stage, hidden by fog. The light clouds give enough transparency to show the sexy silhouette of the performer of the night. Upon seeing her figure, Yuuji's jaw drops.

"Yuuji," Gojo singsongs, "your jaw is on the ground."

Tearing his eyes from the stage, Itadori grips his mentor's arms. "Who is she?" He demands.

And as if giving him a direct response, from her pedestal above them all, the fog fades away and reveals the gorgeous goddess that he now submits his life to. "It's the hot girl coach, Megan Thee Stallion, let's get it."

"Megan Thee Stallion." Her new devoted minion repeats.

Hugging the contours of her delicious curves is a shiny black leather bodycon dress that just about kisses her mid thigh. A black corset enunciates her glorious figure, along with the gold studded electric white platform boots on her feet. Her hair, what justice can be done to even describe her hair, a halo of black curls around her ethereal face.

"Megan Thee Stallion," Gojo affirms. "Jennifer Lawrence is all fine and good, but Miss Thee Stallion over her-"

"Is exactly my type!"

Gojo smiles, satisfied at Itadori's response. He turns to Megumi, who has been rather quiet since Megan walks up to the stage. And much to his surprise (which is surprising enough because the man is never surprised), Megumi is fixed on the woman in front of him, his cheeks are dusted with a very dark rose.

"Whoa-oh, Megumi, are you getting all worked up?" The older man teases.

Not that anyone could blame the boys. Megan's stage presence is breathtaking. She manages to talk her shit, bite her lip and smile brightly at everyone while singing the filthiest lyrics. Not to mention her movements, so sensual and sexy at once.

And then, something happens. Megan starts to walk over to where the three boys are. From her position at the edge of the stage, she's right over them. Itadori can't help but stare up at her. She's tall. He's practically drooling at this, she's everything.

Megumi smacks his shorter friend upside the head: "stop staring, it's rude!"

"Ow!" Itadori cries out more from indignation than pain. "You were staring too, and so is Gojo!"

The older man merely smirks at gestures to his extremely dark sunglasses. "Am I?" He snickers and nudges Megumi. "Obviously not hard enough to miss Megumi's blushing."

"I am not blushing-"

He cuts himself off and returns to staring at Megan. Which also draws the other two's attention back to her. An amused expression is clear on her face, slightly smug, as she locks eyes with them. Holy shit, who knew being embarrassed could be so hot? She winks in their general direction before slinking away, her hips swaying to the music.

"She totally winked at me. Did you see? Did you?" Itadori squeals, skipping around like an excited little puppy.

Megumi scoffs, "don't be dense. She winked at the crowd."

"How do you know? Are you her?" He snaps back, "she totally winked at me!"

Gojo sighs happily, watching his students bicker about their new found crush. This was a good decision, of course it was. He, Gojo Satoru, is always right after all.

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Come, Dance with Me

No warnings. Just fluff, baby. And slightly suggestive. Also, reader is gender neutral.

how scandalous, a hero and a villain showing any kind of rapport, the headlines would go crazy

which is exactly why the two of you keep these meet ups secret

though Dabi might just not want anyone to know he's become fond of you

especially because the meet ups became less about sex and more of you two simply enjoying each other's company

anyways, these meet ups have led you two discovering more about each other

less willingly on Dabi's part

but he ain't too mad about it

"You dance when you're excited."

The young man gives you a seriously unimpressed look that might've deterred anyone else, but not you. Never you.

"Huh?" He says obnoxiously.

"You dance when you're excited.''

He crosses his arms, "I do not."

You roll your eyes, of course he's trying to be cool, even when it's only the two of you in this secluded part of the city at night, he's still trying to keep face. "You totally do. Maybe not in front of other people, but you do it with me."

Dabi gives you an irritated scowl, "I have never danced in front of you."

You hum, "okay, but you have. Maybe you just don't realise."

"If you're just going to be annoying, I'm leaving. I have better things to do-"

"Like dancing?"

He squints at your beaming face that nestles your wriggling eyebrows for a good second before pushing himself off the tree he was leaning against. "Bye, hero."

"Aww, Dabi, you can't be serious," you pout after him.

He merely waves his hand goodbye as he heads toward the city.

"Wait up!"

You dash toward him using your hypermotility quirk, slowing your pace and matching his. "I'll dash you home."

"No, I have motion sickness. You know that."

"I'll be so fast, you wont have time to be motion sick." You proudly poke your thumb to your chest, "they don't call me Zoom for nothing."

"They call you Zoom because you were too uncreative to come up with your own hero name, and you submitted the one that your friend made up for you."

You stop in your tracks, instantly deflating while Dabi walks on.

"You're being so mean to me! Is it because I know your secret or what?"

Dabi stops, calling over his shoulder, "why are you so obsessed with this anyway?"

"I-" damn, this is embarrassing. But it's Dabi, and he probably doesn't care about the little stuff. That's why you're so drawn to him. "I can't dance."

A beat.

The wind softly shakes the trees around you. Crickets chirp happily, and in the distance, the night bustle of the city reaches you like a ghostly whisper.

"Am I supposed to be surprised by that?''

"Dabi!"

He snorts a little, and to most it would've been lost to the wind. But to you, it's as loud as the happy beating in your heart. A small price to pay for humiliation.

"Could you teach me?''

"No."

"Why? You teach me lots of other things," the suggestiveness in your voice cannot be missed.

He scoffs, turning around to face you, "yeah, for my own benefit.''

"That's not true and you know it."

"I can't help but wonder what your self righteous hero friends would think if they saw you begging me to teach you how to dance."

You frown childishly at him, before dashing up to his face, he doesn't even flinch. Which makes you smile a bit, he's used to it and he trusts that you won't hurt him. "And I wonder what your league friends would say about-"

He squishes your cheeks together between his pointer finger and thumb, "I don't have friends."

"So what am I then?"

"An annoyance."

You smirk, or at least attempt to. "Not what you were saying last ni-AHHGH!" He cuts you off, squeezing your cheeks harder and definitely causing some damage to your jaw.

You could easily escape, but what can you say? It's fun when Dabi teases you like this.

"Dabi-"

"You're enjoying this too much," he gently lets go of you.

Is that a bad thing? "I'd enjoy it so much more if you teach me to dance."

He lets out a disgruntled sigh. "I really don't like you."

A few weeks later at your apartment at the dark hour of 3am, you realise that you haven't seen Dabi in a while.

You nervously bite your bottom lip and stare out the window, hoping that you hadn't been too annoying about his dancing thing that he actually decided to stop coming to see you.

Maybe he found another hero to occupy his time with

Hawks?

Dabi does seem to have a thing for super fast heroes

Damn

But then you hear the three timed knocks on a window somewhere in your house, and your heart soars. It's him, using the signal to alert you of his presence so that you don't attack him in haste.

You wait for him from your place in the kitchen.

He soon comes out from the corridor in the direction of your bedroom.

"Dabi," you smile.

"Do you have any ramen? I'm hungry."

"Yeah, I'll make some for you."

You, like the big simp you are, get up and start rifling in your storage unit for your ramen cups. Quite gleefully noticing the little dance Dabi does when your back is turned.

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Quelle Surprise

A heat wave has pretty much overtaken the entire planet, but it still can't be as hot as Sanji railing you while muttering seductive French quotes in your ears that you barely understand.

WARNINGS: use of female pronouns and parts, oral stimulation, fingering, Sanji speaking French

Dedication: To @sanjisblackasswife, as a thanks for providing us with so much delicious and wholesome One Piece content. Love ya, girl <3

Also based off of this artwork by @sanjisblackasswife

The day is as unremarkable as it is long. The sun is low and hot, biting at your exposed shoulders from your place at the lookout point. You hum and tap your fingers against the wooden support that you lean against.

The waves are lapping at The Sunny, frothing and foaming as if they're twirled in some endless sort of dance. You sigh.

Bored. That's the only way to describe your mood.

You peer down and see Zoro walking along the deck with Luffy... or more accurately Luffy was tagging Zoro to try to satiate his own boredom.

"Yo, Zoro-" You call out.

"Shut up!" He instantly snaps without even looking at you.

"I haven't even said anything yet!"

"You didn't need to, I knew you were going to ask about Sanji," he shoots you a menacing glare as you cutely duck your head, guilty. "I don't know where he is, nor do I care!"

You scoff, "fine. I'll go look for him myself." You grab on a rope, and swing down to the two of them. You make sure to brush past Zoro as hard as you can (hurting your shoulder in the process), "thanks for nothing," you say as you go to the bedrooms.

"Anytime," he grumbles.

<3

You peek into the kitchen: No Sanji.

You go to his bedroom: No Sanji.

Where the hell is he?!

You decide to go to your own room. Maybe he's there.

"Ah, mon cherie," he mumbles out, his body is on the bed, his knees drawn up and slightly separated to expose his red underwear that holds a rather impressive bulge... The material however darkens around a very suspicious area. Oh wow. "Seeing you here, quelle surprise. You come here often?"

A little frown creases your features. Well duh, this is your chambers. But the words die on your lips as Sanji lets out a low and delicious moan, he spreads his legs, giving you perfect view of his upper body.

The silky blue shirt that drapes seductively off his shoulders, the twirling off his cigarette with his eager tongue and the dark, unbridled lust that he holds in his eyes.

"Sanji-" his name slips from your lips. You're not sure why, or what exactly you want to say to him... All you know is you need to say his name.

"You look so tired, darling," a slightly smug chuckle leaves his lips. "Come here, let me spoil you."

Okay, but hold on. Usually Sanji is a doting, needy boyfriend... when the hell did he become so damn suave?

You can't help it. It draws you in and not saying a word, you approach him.

"You got something you want me to do for you?" His eyes spark with deviousness.

"Really, Sanji?" You fix him with a look as you straddle his hips, instantly feeling his excited dick against your entrance. "You really want me to say this?"

He plays with her waistband skittishly, his eyes fixed on her, as he growls out "come on, baby, tu sais ce que tu veux ." Damn, when he speaks in French, with that raspy voice of his...

With the little French that you have learned from helpful classes like these, you comply. "Go....go down on me, Sanji."

Just the urgency and desire nearly drives him over the edge. He busies himself with tucking his fingers in under your waistband and you take in a sharp breath, your stomach muscles contracting.

He smirks and hums, "non, ce n'est pas bien, let's start like this.."

At that, he flips you onto the dent he made on your bed before he bends his head down and presses soft, feathery light kisses along your left thigh, switching over to repeat the same motion down your right thigh, taking his time as you watch him quietly, your chest rising and falling and hips shifting unconsciously.

When he lightly grazes your skin with his teeth, you make a breathless sound of surprise, "Ah... oh, Sanji.."

All he does is chuckle and kiss your skin to soothe you, before dipping his head and coming even closer to that one place that was aching for him.

He doesn't remove your skirt, however.

He glances up at you as he presses his mouth a bit harder against your underwear, giving you more gentle kisses, followed by a brief flicker of his tongue that makes you let out an embarrassingly high-pitched noise.

Chuckling, he observes in a teasing fashion, "je pense que tu aimes ça."

He increases the motions of his lips and tongue, the fabric becoming more and more moist with his gentle kisses, his hot breath and your own slickness.

Your voice is throaty and breathless as you twist the bedsheets in your hands, on the verge of pleading but stubbornness was telling you to hold out just a bit longer.

However, when he begins to hum against you and press his mouth to that one spot that was aching for him, you beg him, "Please...please...please don't tease me anymore...please, Sanji..."

He makes a gentle hum of pity, still pressing kisses to her, "Oh, do you want me to take these off?"

"Yes...please."

He presses one last kiss to your thigh, before lifting his head, "Well, your wish is my command, milady."

He begins to slide her underwear off, and the only trembling she experiences are intense shudders of anticipation.

As Sanj leans back down towards you, he kisses along your belly, whispering against her skin, "I'll never get over how absolutely beautiful you are, baby."

You can't help but swallow thickly, your heart aching at his words, before he glances up at you with an extremely seductive look, "Okay...no more teasing...I've wanted this for so long, I can't wait anymore..."

He smirks against you, reveling in your absolute neediness, chuckling as you start to squirm, before his tongue gently traces a warm path up and down your slit before his mouth makes that first, delicious contact and you let out a rather loud noise.

He teases you gently with his tongue at first, gently squeezing her hips, looking up at her with lidded eyes. The sight of him between her legs going down on her, it's almost like a dream come true.

"Fuck, tu as aussi bon goût que tu en as l'air," he says, barely above a whisper. The warmth of lust curls in your belly upon hearing these words.

He kisses you slowly and tenderly, his velvet tongue sliding up and down aroused, sensitive flesh, his breathing fast and hot against you, shifting his hips against the bed.

Overcome with lust, you reach down with shaking hands, running your fingers over the top of his head, tugging on his hair and pulling him in tighter even as you lifts her hips up, opening yourself up to him and increasing the pleasurable sensations coursing through you.

Sanji makes a low noise of appreciation, wrapping his left arm around your leg and easing your thighs wider so he could lap at you even more, growling, "Baby, tire-moi plus fort."

Your head drops back "Sanji...oh...oh, God."

He gradually increases the motion of his tongue, beginning a low humming that vibrates through your entire core and you make a low, keening sound, unable to keep your hips from moving.

Sanji's voice is almost crooning as he circles in with his tongue, "Mmmmm... grind into me...mmmm, tu as tellement bon goût ."

The way he was talking was close to setting you senses afire. He swirls his tongue over you, ensuring that he always hits your clit. Sanji's heart flutters, gripping your legs that squeeze around his head. You taste amazing. You smell amazing. You are amazing.

He adds his two fingers, he rubs them along you, gathering your moistness, and then slides into you.

"Ahhh, S-Sanji!" You hiss, your back arching. "Please...please, more! Don't stop, uhhhh."

He continues his tantalizing attack on you, until you become absolutely undone.

"Sanji! Yessss, yesss, yessss! Ahhhhh! Sanji! Oh, fuck!"

He leans back, licking his lips. He rests his face on your thigh, smiling up at you as you brave the aftershock of your orgasm.

"Get over here and kiss me," you struggle in between breaths. Gladly, Sanji clambers over you and engages in a tongue wrestling contest.

You rest your hands on his shoulders, wrapping your legs around him and swinging yourself on top of him.

"God, tu es si attirant sur moi ," Sanji voices, his eyes sparkling with joy.

You smirk in response and move off him, this time delicately removing his underwear. Free from the confines of its prison, his member bounces, almost smacking you in the face.

There's a moment of silence as you both look at each other, then laugh softly. However, soon Sanji's laugh turns into a moan as you wrap your warm mouth around him.

He hisses and his hands move to your shoulders. You curl your tongue around him as you bob up and down, your hands holding his stuttering hips.

"Ah..fuck. You're...you're ugh! So good.....lemme fuck that....cette jolie bouche chaude ....uhhhh!"

You can't help it. You are goaded on by the husky curses and straggled moans that slip out his mouth.

As you hear your boyfriend's voice climb higher and his breathing become more labored, you pull away. He instantly whines in complaint.

But he doesn't get to any longer, as you position your entrance right over him and slide down.

A long, drawn out moan is squeezed out of Sanji's chest as he feels your warm, damp walls surround him.

You rests your hands on either side of his head, dipping your head down low to suck on his nipples and you slowly, teasingly ride him. It's clearly driving Sanji crazy as he writhes in pleasure and grabs your hips, trying to physically quicken the pace.

"Ma cherie...oh, fuck," he tightens his grip around your hips as you squeeze down on him. "Please!" He begs, "faster."

You, however, being the little shit that you are, resist, loving the power you hold over him.

Grunting in frustration and pleasure, he rolls you over, much like you had done before. He smirks, now he's in charge.

You don't mind, busying yourself in peppering his neck with kisses and digging your nails into his back. Sanji buries himself deeper with every thrust, taking your's wandering lips with his own.

At one particularly hard thrust, you rip your mouth away from his to moan out: "ahhh, Sanji! F-fuck!"

"God...I fucking...uh, j'aime quand tu dis mon nom comme ça," he growls out.

"Oh, Sanji.."

"Are you coming, sweetheart?"

You don't even have the words to respond, you just nod frantically. Sanji continues to thrust into you, each motion becoming sloppy as he edges closer.

Your eyes start to flutter closed as you gets closer.

"No," Sanji growls out, in a rare show of complete dominance, grabbing your chin forcefully but not to much. Your eyes darken at this sudden possessiveness. "regarde-moi dans les yeux."

You let out a hitched whimper, keeping his intense eye contact all the way.

It doesn't take long before you're both there, unravelling together in a beautiful crescendo. Sanji continues to pump, riding out both your orgasms, until he pulls out.

Sanji hugs you against his chest even tighter in response, beginning a light caress up and down your back. The heat outside the room is hot, the heat inside the room is stuffy, sweaty and yet full of the most intimate affections between two lovers.

[ruubric]

The Compliment Jar

Your wrists are sore but it's a small price to pay for the look on Keiji Akaashi's face when you give him what you've been working on for the past three weeks.

If he doesn't accept it... well, blood will be shed. One way or another.

Now all that's left is for you to find your boyfriend.

"Whoa! Did you see that?! I caught it in my mouth perfectly, with no hands or anything! Did you see? Huh? Did ya?"

Okay.

The sound of Bokuto trying to impress someone.. Akaashi will be there for sure.

You follow the conversation to the benches outside, and there is Bokuto and prior mentioned boyfriend having their lunch.

"Yo!" You wave with your free hand, the other clutching your present close to your chest.

Bokuto grins as he says your name, before slapping you a high five. "If it isn't my second favorite lowerclassman." He grins wider, really proud of himself as he turns back to Akaashi, "no guess who my favorite is."

Akaashi merely raises his eyebrow and rolls his eyes, "and people say you aren't an ass kisser."

Bokuto's smile immediately disappears and he wilts like a leaf.

"Don't listen to him, Koutarou," you pat his back softly. Your upperclassman whimpers as he snuggles closer into your palm causing you to giggle.

Akaashi directly his attention to you, "do you need something?"

"Oh, yeah.. but um...'' your eyes fall on the owl with frosted tips. And Akaashi's eyes fall on him too.

"Bokuto, get away," he says bluntly.

Ahhh, your boyfriend as blunt as ever, this one.

Bokuto pouts and slinks away, mumbling, "fine. I know when I'm not wanted."

After waiting for him to completely vanish from sight, your boyfriend sighs, "well, he's going to be pouting during practice today so whatever you have for me better be worth it."

"Jeez, aren't you a regular bowl of sunshine," you huff and shift closer to him.

His eyes, which now look green instead of blue, shift down to you, "sunshine can't be kept in a bowl."

"It was a figure of speech, obviously. God, I thought you were a literature nerd." Your voice sounds irritated but you playfully roll your eyes at him, causing a tiny smile to tug at his lips. "Anyway, I got you this.."

And at that, you hold up your present to him.

Your present which is revealed to be a big jar with numerous pieces of papers inside of it.

"Wow, a jar with paper, how thoughtful.''

Okay, so Akaashi does not seem to impressed by it, but he does take the jar from your hands and examine the contents through the glass.

"Okay, smartass, it's not just a jar with papers. It's a compliment jar."

His brows furrow, and he cutely tilts his fuzzy head, "a what?"

"A compliment jar." You rock sweetly on the balls of your feet, "you always get so weird when I compliment you in person, so I wrote some of the compliments I have for you on pieces of paper and stuck it in a jar; that way everyday you can just pick up a piece of paper and have a compliment."

He looks at you, his cheeks flushing a little pink, "did you say only 'some'? There's over a hundred papers in here."

"Well.. you're an amazing person, Keiji, I couldn't write all of them. My arms would fall off."

He turns back to the jar, staring at it in wonder. "Shut up."

"See what I mean?"

"Can I get one?"

You smile, "of course you can, it's your jar."

You watch him as he adorably opens the jar and pulls out a piece of paper; he opens the piece and a tiny smile appears on his lips. "You're so pretty," he reads. He chuckles softly, ''you always tell me this."

And it's about time he believes it, right?

[ruubric]

Shivers of Delight

NOTES: attempted flirting, friends who are in love, hair pulling, hair massaging, poc!reader, student hawks, student reader, suggestive themes

Keigo loves it when you play with his hair. Though he'd rather die than tell you that.

But don't let anyone tell you different, he loves it when you tuck a stray lock of his hair behind his ear when he's talking to you.

He loves it when he teases you and you playfully tug at this hair.

He loves it when he makes a dumb joke, and you ruffle his hair.

Every time you touch his hair, he feels shivers of delight run down his spine, like glorious shimmers of glitter pouring on a plain paper.

But, as of late, with all the stress of exams, you haven't been touching his hair as much... and let's just say, Keigo is feeling touch derprived.

So touch deprived that he asked Touya and Rumi to touch his hair.. both major mistakes. Touya just gave him a look upon his request and walked away. Rumi was willing, but she was wayyy too rough.

So, he ends up deciding to ask you directly. Right after his class, he marches to the library, full of determination. He instantly goes to the back of the book renting building, where he finds you-- nose deep in a book.

He calls out your name, and you start, quickly slipping your phone that was discreetly hidden behind your book up the sleeve of your blazer. Your eyes dart up to his golden ones.

"Keigo?"

''Hair pats, now!"

You blink slowly, "uhh...wha--?''

Keigo slams his hands on the desk, causing some people to glare at him, but of course, he doesn't really care. ''You haven't given me head pats in three weeks, and frankly I'm on the verge of suing."

You snort, a little confused but Keigo often surprised you with weird thoughts so you've gotten used to it. "Sue all you want, Takami, but I'm not stopping my studies so I can pat your hair."

He squints at you. ''Uh huh."

You squint back playfully, ''uh huh.''

"I get it."

''You get what?''

Keigo leans forward, his face hovering over your face, ''you want me to beg, don't you?"

Your breath catches in your throat, and your stomach flutters deliciously. "Yes." The word escapes your lips before you can even think about it.

Keigo smirks wider, before sinking to his knees and grabbing your hands in his own-- a swirl of your darker skin with his lighter skin. A synergy of differences. Golden and Silver.

He moans out your name, ''please, please touch my hair.. I am begging you. I need you. I want you--"

"You have me.''

Your breathing is laboured as you slide your hands over the nape of his neck, ghosting over his smooth skin, before slipping them into his silky, golden locks. You feel him shiver at your touch as you slowly massage his sculp.

And you don't know what brings you to do this, but you gently tug at the locks between your fingers. A sinfully needy moan slips from his lips, as his eyes flutter closed.

You gaze upon him. His beautifully flushed cheeks, his fluttering eyelashes, and the sweet smile tugging at his lips. So submissive. So breedable.

Such power.

You could get used to this.

[ruubric]

Of Devils that disguise Angels

PAIRING: Aki Hayakawa x Reader

NOTE: Reader is black, uses female pronouns and a devil (devilishly cute). Story is also told from Aki's perspective.

May be slightly angsty.

The sky above is an inky black swirling with stars that try to shine through the thick darkness. But their struggle has been hidden away by the blinding lights of the night life that buzzes and hums around us.

I can't see her, but I can feel her almost burning heat behind me. It's slightly comforting, and as much as I would like to have her next to me and twine my fingers with hers, it is of the utmost importance that I maintain an air of professionalism.

I can feel her eyes trailing on me though, up and down my body. And while I usually would have shuddered in disgust at a devil doing such to me... her eyes make me feel beautiful.

"So, where are we going?" She asks sweetly.

"We have a job to do downtown. A dancer devil was found in a bathroom at a club over there."

"Ah. But uh.." she is hesitating, "why take me? Wouldn't Denji or Power be a better match for it? I mean... you are the one always saying that devils don't have loved ones because we can't love, so what's bringing me along going to do?"

I wince. Right. At the beginning of her assignment to me, I had been less than hospitable to her. Disregarding her emotions and values because she's a devil...It actually hurts to think that I had been so harsh to someone I had come to care for.

"This devil is much like you, it has an element of humanity in it. The devil inhabited a drunk clubber, so it has access to all their memories, and hopefully you can use you abilities to take it down."

Her abilities that used to scare me. Her abilities that allow her to morph into any loved one and show them to you in their most beaten, bruised, disfigured, burned, impaled, diseased form.

All she has to do is touch you.

Which is why I got her the leather gloves that she's got on now. It wasn't because I wanted to hold her hands or feel her fingers cup around my face. At first anyway.

"Is this our last job of the night?"

"It is." Unfortunately.

It's silent for a while as we walk on. Then she suddenly asks me, "have you ever been to a club, Aki?"

Me in a club. I'm sure if Himeno were here she'd laugh at that, before trying to persuade me to go with her. "No."

"Would you like to go? With me, I mean?"

A club; hot, sweaty, loud, drunken messes, bodies molding against each other. Her body grinding against mine.

"No."

Liar.

"We'd barely be allowed in. You don't have an ID, they'll think you're underage."

"But I'm actually over a hundred-"

"Try telling that to the bouncers." I reach in my pocket for my pack of cigarettes, opening it and seeing the contents half empty, I realize that this is Himeno's pack. She must've swapped out my new one earlier. Whatever. I put one between my lips and pocket the box. Then with a swift flick of my lighter, I burn the butt.

"Can I try?" The question is so small and innocent. Of course, she's curious. Having been caged and hidden from the world for so long, only to be exposed to the world of smoking and drinking just recently, it's natural for her to be curious.

Much like she was last week, when she drank alcohol for the first time.... Alcohol that made her lips loose and body looser.

My cheeks heat up upon thinking of how she pressed little bites against my neck as me and Denji carried her back to her room, much to Denji's upset.

"Aki~" she singsongs in the present day. I blink, in my daydreaming I had apparently stopped moving, and her voice is much closer than before. And one of my cheeks is hotter than the other.

Then I realize that she's got a finger pressed into my cheek and is peering up at me curiously over my shoulder. Her body pressing against me in a cool burn.

I should flinch away, scold her for coming into such close contact with me. But I don't. I gently lean closer into her, totally mindless, til her lips ghost over my ear.

"Aki?" She murmurs, "what are you doin'?"

I wish I knew. I wish I didn't turn my head to look at her. I wish she didn't have her curls tied back in a bun showing off her beautifully rounded face. I wish I wasn't so drawn into her dark, earth like brown eyes. I wish I didn't let my eyes drift down her nose, trail down her golden nose ring and fall to her lips.

Her plump, two toned lips. Her top lip darker than the bottom. I had never been so mesmerized by lips before. Not even Miss Makima's. However, Miss Makima's lips were never so tantalizingly glossed in a pink sheen that captures the lights around us and glimmers.

The girl in front of me... her lips do those things.

"Aki," she says softly. And I feel my skin shiver in awe.

I whisper out her name.

"I thought you didn't like devils."

Right. Of course. The devil in front of me is not what I'm making her out to be. She is a Damaged Devil, showing anyone she touches their loved ones hurt and damaged, making them weak and hopeless before she attacks. She is cruel and evil and manipulative.

Right?

"I... I don't."

She chuckles out sadly, her breath kissing my face. "Then what are you doing?"

She's right. The hell am I doing? I try to casually raise my fingers to my cigarette, pulling it out of my mouth before I blow the smoke into her face. She instantly recoils, leaving me feeling exposed, and wrinkles her nose.

"Showing you why it's bad to smoke," I say deadpan, before I continue walking. "C'mon," I call to her over my shoulder, "I want to catch this devil quickly."

"You could've just said no!" I hear her grumble, "geez. That was bad."

I can't help but chuckle. If it were Denji or Power, they would've been trying to hand my ass to me by now. But she's different.

She's kind. She's gentle. She's trusting.

She's gullible.

She's gullible to believe when I insist that I hate her, that she'll be nothing but a devil to me, and that I don't see as as anything by a weapon to be used by me.

Because after all this time, I'm beginning to see her as more than just a devil.

I see her as a partner.

I see her as a friend.

I see her as my first love.

[ruubric]

The Upside of The Unrequited

warnings: swearing, a tinsy bit of suggestive language, unrequited love

summary done badly: Mitsuya is in love with you, but you're dating Pah. Told from Mitsuya's perspective.

irrelevant fact: a shrimp's heart is in its head

"Damn, that's a sexy dress," the girl mumbles out loud, staring at the beautiful bride to be on the TV, wearing a skin tight v-neck wedding dress. "Her mom might actually kill her. Do you see her eyes practically bulging out of her face right now?" She snickers.

I scoff, "it's not that great. I can see fraying seams from here."

She nudges my elbow, "nah, bitch. This is some fine work here. Look at the gems. The glitter. The sparkles."

I give her a look, her brown skin looks almost pale in the ghoulish blue light coming from the TV in the dark room. She looks so invested as she stuffs her face with pretzels. "You do know that there's more to designing clothes than just gems and glitter and..." I mock shudder, "sparkles, right?"

"Maybe to you, mister jaded-designer. But I want to sparkle like a motherfucking firework at my wedding." She hesitates for a moment, "y'know, if I ever do get married."

Right. The younger woman has been dating our mutual friend, Pah, for years now... with no sign of proposal anywhere in sight. She would've done it herself, naturally, but Pah hasn't exactly made it clear the direction in which the relationship is heading in. Also due to us all being in a literal gang, novelties like weddings and starting families are a fucking dream for people like us. We can't risk doing that shit, some people could die or get hurt.

It still doesn't make it any less painful though.

I've always wondered if she regrets helping us found Toman when we were younger... Maybe if she hadn't, she'd have a real job, and family, and would've gone to college to be a music teacher like she really wanted.

I look at her. She's also deep in thought, nervously biting her lip and tapping out a rhythm on the pretzel bowl. Damn it. I hate seeing her like this.

"Well, maybe...*when* you do get married... I'll make the wedding dress for you," I grin at her.

She perks up, like a sunflower in the middle of a sunrise. "Yeah?"

"Mhmm," I nod.

"Can it not be white though?"

I splutter playfully, even though it actually hurts to hear her even insinuate getting physical with Pah... or with anyone else that isn't me. "What? Are you trying to tell me something, young lady?"

"Nooo," the girl cutely wrinkles her studded nose at me. "I just think a white dress is boring as hell. I wanna wear something different."

"But still with gems and glitter?" I raise an eyebrow in amusement.

"And sparkles. Never forget the sparkles," she points at me with a big beam. Before giggling, "what do ya think, mister designer man? Can you do that?"

I lock eyes with her big brown ones, that look to me so damn earnestly. That I remember years ago, in a similar moment: watching shitty reality shows and eating snacks on her couch at her parents' house, how we looked into each other's eyes... And I was going to tell her that I had fallen in love with her.

Only for her to admit her crush on Pah. The tip to the triangle.

I remember how she giggled and covered her face when she told me, practically gurgling like a drain. I remember feeling my heart being ripped from my chest because I knew Pah felt the same... I mean, sure he wasn't giggling and gushing, but he sure as fuck was blushing and stuttering.

I remember how Baji and Kazutora gave me sympathetic looks when I told them about what had learnt that day.

"Who needs girls, right? They're a waste of time anyway," Baji had said in an attempt to cheer me up.

"Baji, she's literally our friend," Kazutora had pointed out. "And... I mean, she is really hot--"

"You're not helping!" Baji snapped.

He had been right that day, Baji. Who needs girls? I certainly didn't, all I needed was her. The foreign girl, who spoke cutely broken Japanese and had hair that curled around her face like a woven halo.

Of course, the two got together soon after. And my heart died a little every time I saw them exchange secret glances during meetings, every time I saw them link pinkies and whenever she rode on the back of his bike.... I couldn't help but wish it was me she was pressed against, and wrapping her arms around.

Their skinship was always very subtle... which convinced me that Pah knew about my feelings, which sucked. I wanted him to be happy without thinking about me.

Because at the end of the day, they were still both my friends, and I wanted them to be happy.

And still do.

In the current day, I flash her a weak smile. "Of course I can, what do you take me for?"

She beams and turns back to the TV. "What about a strawberry printed dress?"

I snort, "you're going to a wedding, not your fifth birthday party."

She stuffs some more pretzels in her mouth, "now, that would be a valid excuse if I wasn't talking to Takashi Mitsuya."

"Huh?" "You can make anything look good."

I look at her. In her bonnet and oversized shirt with mustard stains down the front. And yet... she still looks like an absolute goddess. "Ditto," is all I whisper out.

She turns to me, her eyes shining in the light of the TV, big and earnest, and her lips shape to say something.

But her words are lost to the click that signals the opening of the door.

"Babe, I'm home."

It's Pah.

I quickly get off the couch, she looks a little taken aback as she distractedly calls back: "yeah, I'm in the living room."

Pah peaks in, seeing me, he smiles: "hey, Mitsuya."

"H-hey, Pah."

"Are you staying for dinner--?"

"No. I have... I have to do something, so I should go."

The pair both blink at me in unison. "Oh...uh, okay."

That night, I ride all over town, simply trying to clear my head. I guess that was the something I had to do.

####

"So... this is it, huh?" Draken asks from his place on the chair, looking up at the strawberry pink dress that I had spent months working on.

I take a step back and look at the dress in the middle of my studio.

The soft delicate cloud skirt of the dress cascades to the floor is paired with the strength of a strapped corset. There is a lace sleeve to the left that plays with symmetry a bit, and ends in a fingerless glove style. I had made a belt that looked like a golden arrow curved around her waist (her weapon of choice) and of course, the dress had its fair share of glitter, making it shimmer even under the dim lights of the studio.

"Yup."

I feel Draken cast me a cool look, "how long did you work on it?"

"An embarrassingly long time for someone who doesn't love me back," I say nonchalantly though tears prick at my eyes.

"So you knew Pah was going to propose?"

"He would've done it eventually." I shrug, "he's not that much of an idiot."

Draken stands and pats my back comfortingly. "If it's any consolation, she's gonna love it when you show it to her tonight."

I nod.

And that mere action shakes the tears and whispers out of my body.

[ruubric]

The Girl With The Glittery Lips

You are failing at Chemistry… unfortunately. Kuroo is good at Chemistry… fortunately.

He offers to help you study… yay. You choose that day to wear glittery lipgloss… is that a mistake?

He can't help it.. though it's not like he's really trying anyway. But in his mind, it's your fault. It's your fault for deciding to wear that pink lip-gloss embedded with golden glitter.

So, this is your punishment, he decides. Him staring at your plump starcoated lips, not even hearing one word that you're saying. Instead, just wondering what it would be like to kiss you... which now makes him wonder what your lips taste like... does that lip-gloss hold a flavour? Or is it all for show?

Then suddenly your lips stop moving. Which instantly alerts Kuroo that something is wrong.

His eyes dart up to your unimpressed dark brown eyes. Well, then. He's fucked.

"Kuroo~" you whine, with a huff as you put down your test paper. "You're still not paying attention."

Not that you could blame him though, it is a Friday afternoon, and he doesn't have volleyball practice today, so of course he'd just be yearning to go home.

Not that anyone could blame him though, the way your lips are glittering (not to mention your dark skin catching the sun's light and positively glowing), who could pay attention?

"I'm sorry," Kuroo says in a way that means he's not at all, before he cups his cheek in his hand, he can still salvage his dignity. It's never too late. "Am I the tutor here, or is it you? I'm pretty sure I'm the one who got the 100-''

You squint at him, "you got 97-"

"Rounding up, baby," he shrugs, leaning back and folding his arms behind his head. You try your hardest to ignore the bulging of his biceps, as you train your eyes on his face. Kuroo tsks twice as he shakes his head, "I have so much to teach you."

You roll your eyes and cross your arms, "what is your point exactly?''

"That I don't have to pay attention to you. You should pay attention to me. I'm the tutor here, so I do the lecturing. So just sit there and look pretty, which shouldn't be too hard for you anyway."

You splutter. But you honestly should've expected this. Your friends warned you how much of a flirt Kuroo is. Kenma warned you. Hell, your sibling in his class had warned you.

"But you asked me what parts of the test I struggled with!" You protest, irritation and pure flustery bubbling in your chest.

Kuroo blinks, then he purses his lips. ''Uh.. sorry, I zoned out again."

You swallow back an annoyed growl. How can one man be so sexy, smart and stupid all at once?

Simple. Just be born as Kuroo Tetsurou.

''Dude!"

''What?" He laughs out, ''this is your fault. You can't blame me."

"Uh, yes, I can. You said you'd tutor me, and you're not!"

"Well, it's not my fault that you waltzed in here with a shiny and distracting mouth." Kuroo shrugs. Nonchalantly. As if what he just said was the most normal thing that has ever happened.

"Distracting...mouth?" Your cheeks heat up, your eyes lock on his and it causes your stomach to flutter insanely.

''Yuh," he says, twirling one of your golden braids around his finger. Something that would've normally pissed you the fuck off, but rarely ever when Kuroo did it. And today, a shiver of pleasure racks her body.

God, you hoped it was subtle. But judging by the widening of his smirk, you can tell that he totally saw that... well then.

He never really was one to mince his words.

"I've been wanting to kiss you this whole time, but you haven't stopped talking about Chemistry since we got here, which isn't as much as a turn on as I make it seem."

You hate how he's right. It does turn you on when he talks about Chemistry.

"Kuroo, we should really be studying," you say weakly. Because you don't want that.. you want him to kiss you instead.

"We should be doing a lot of things that we aren't doing right now." He leans closer, tilting his head until his lips barely ghost over yours. "For example, making out."

Goosebumps explode all over your arms.

OH, LORD!

"You're not as slick as you think you are, Tetsurou," you lie... for some reason in a low voice.

He breathes out a small laugh, "is that so? You're telling me you're not even a little tempted to see my lips coated in your second hand lip-gloss?" And he somehow manages to lean closer, there is no space for Jesus as your lips are basically touching at this point.

"That sounds gross when you say it like that."

Kuroo chuckles and leans back into his seat, instantly making you miss his closeness. "Alright, then. Ms Dedicated student, I'll help you study... then you share the gloss with me, agreed?"

"Deal," you eagerly pull the gloss out of your pocket. "Got it right here."

Kuroo shakes his head, his signature smirk playing on his lips. "That's not the way I was thinking."

Oh.

OH.

Your face heats up more, as you stare at your lap. "Uhm, yeah... Okay. Sure."

"Good. So, let's start with question four-"