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It does make me a little mad that some of my best writing is for a fandom hardly anyone is in

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when you tag stuff with "don't look at me" I am actually looking at you so hard and standing so close to you that our eyeballs are almost touching. jsyk.

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*looks at Iwaizumi*: nice

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and you love me

Relationship: Sakura Haruka x GN!Reader Content Tags: Post-Canon, Domestic Fluff, Talks of Marriage/Proposals, Awkward & Nervous Sakura, Established Relationship, Small Insecurities, Sakura & Reader are in their late 20s, Sakura still falls for Suo's light deceptions, Pre-Marital Hand Holding Summary: Suo once teased Nirei when Sakura was around and Sakura took it to heart. You don't find out about it until it leads to an interesting conversation that changes the course of your relationship. Word Count: 1,945

A/N: This has been rotting my brain for the last couple of days. Very special thanks to @startcarvingdarling and @owoasis for putting me on this train of thought and preventing me from being able to move on. Also tagging @kweenkatsuki-fics because it's important to me that she's here for my Haruka thoughts. I love you all very much.

Additionally, I make a furin reference: the gaiken is the shell of the wind chime, and the zetsu is the bell clapper. Forgive me for the blatant wind breaker simile.

It happens after dinner one random Saturday in June.

Beyond the sounds from the sink as you wash the dishes and gentle clink as Haruka loads the rack beside you, your home is silent. Dinner was perfect, a combined effort between the two of you, something that would’ve been unlikely even just three years ago. The night has you feeling content in the domesticity, earned after a hard week’s work. Every now and then, your cat will meow, asking for attention, but it’s not enough to pull you from your thoughts.

“Hey, Haruka?”

Beside you, he offers little more than a quick glance, eyes returning to the last pan you offer him. “Hn?”

“What if…,” you start, the thought still forming, “for our next trip we visit a ryokan?”

He scoffs, the sound lacking any real bite. “Next trip? We just got back from Osaka last week.”

“I know.” Clicking your tongue against your teeth, you catch the slight uptick of the corner of his lips. “I was thinking maybe sometime next summer? When things slow down for us again. We could choose one that offers kashikiri.”

He stills, hands freezing where they hold the pan and dish towel, though you think little of it, drying your own hands. Deliberately, he places the pan in the dish rack before turning to meet you, asking, “Wh-Why’re you talkin’ like we’re already married?”

You hum, taking a moment to process his question before it hits you, causing you to pause. There’s a slight strain in his voice that urges you to turn. Your favorite blush adorns his cheeks, not as pink as you’ve ever seen, but certainly enough to know he’s feeling a little flustered. Your eyes flit to his fists, to the one resting on the counter’s edge and the other that grips the dish towel so tightly his knuckles are turning white. It’s clear to you that he didn’t mean it as a complaint, more like… he’s surprised.

“Does it bother you? Me, making plans for us like this? So far ahead?” The question is sincere, a quiet worry of yours coming to life. He’s always had a hard time telling you no. Whenever you two go out, he seems to have fun, so it’s possible he doesn’t want to tell you no, but could you have pushed some boundary he’s struggled to voice?

Blush deepening, his eyes go wide. “N-No! That’s not what I meant! It doesn’t bother me!” His voice hitches in the way it does when he worries he’s offended you, and his hands come up, the dish towel swaying as he frantically tries to find a way to remedy this supposed slight. Cute. “I didn’t mean it like it’s a bad thing!”

With your smile, he breathes again, still a little strained. The cat meows again, this time coming to rub against his leg, and his shoulders start to relax. “It’s okay. I never know if I’m pushing us when you don’t want me to, and it’s okay to tell me to slow down. This is your relationship, too.”

Four years together and he still worries about insulting you, just as you still worry about moving faster than he’s ready.

He bristles, brows furrowing as his hands come down, and you can guess his next words before he utters them with a pout. “Stop that, will you? It’s not like I don’t wanna marry you or anything. I-I was just—”

Your body registers it before your mind does, the breath seemingly stolen from your lungs as your heart kicks into overdrive. It hits, ringing like the zetsu as it claps against the gaiken, a startling clarity as his words take hold, sparking your slow smile. Though you understand, it takes a moment for your voice to catch up, and you step forward. He remains frozen in place, his eyes tracking your movement.

Just like you, it looks like he struggles to breathe.

“You want to marry me?”

Your words do the trick, snapping him out of it as he takes half a step back, pointing a finger at you in surprise. “That’s—! I—!”

Does he think he’s said too much? That he’s scared you off?

“You know,” you say, unable to help yourself, your smile growing until it reaches cheek to cheek, “I wouldn’t say no if you asked.”

“You—!” He’s always been so easy to read. His breath catches once more, chest frozen with his sharp inhale as he holds onto it. Your words float between you two and he begins to catch them, one by one, piecing them together with eyes that start to soften. Dropping his finger, his mouth opens and closes before he blurts out, “You’d wanna marry me?”

Incredulity sits heavy on his tongue, and you’re reminded of the way he once hesitated to accept your confession years ago, still carrying lingering adolescent insecurities.

Again, you step forward, lifting your hand with your palm facing upward. His eyes flicker down to your offering and he finally sets down the dish towel, placing his hand in yours, letting you ground him as you’ve done countless times before. It’s a little clammy, though you’ve come to expect that from a nervous Haruka over the years, always something you’ve found a little endearing.

“Yes.”

His fingers come to squeeze your palm and you squeeze back, encouraging the stress to escape on his exhale. Needing a moment, his eyes drift around your home. It’s not technically shared, but he’s over enough that it almost feels like it. You watch as he looks around, undeniably catching on the signs of you two together—the dishes you both finished, drying in the rack; the framed pressed flowers from your first date, still hosting a lovely red hue; the table and chairs he once helped carry up; the black cat you once joked about naming after him because of its white mittens and golden eyes.

When he meets your gaze again, he’s softer, though worry still sits on his brow and in the set of his mouth. You’re patient with him as you always are, watching his slow inhale, his slow exhale, the way he builds the courage to speak.

“You’d really marry me?” There’s still doubt lingering, the same minute disbelief that you’ve been combating the entire time you’ve known him.

“Yes, Haruka. I would.”

“Oh,” he breathes, lowering his gaze to your joined hands.

“Oh?” Tilting your head, you try to catch his attention.

His eyes flicker to yours and pink dusts his cheeks before he pulls on your joined hands, bringing you close. There’s this flash of triumph at your surprise, though it’s diminished by the pink across his nose. That doesn’t stop him from leaning in and rewarding you with a chaste kiss.

Unable to maintain eye contact after, he lets you lead him to the sofa. Flicking on the television, you put on that movie you two never finished, letting him stew in his thoughts, more than aware of what’s been dropped in his lap and what it means to him. Fingers intertwining with yours, he relaxes when you loosely press against his side. Not enough to feel your full weight, but enough to know you’re there.

Your mind starts to wander again and you decide to broach your original topic. “If you don’t want to go to a ryokan, we could visit Sendai for Tanabata instead.”

His fingers tighten around yours, subtly requesting your attention. “Never said I didn’t wanna go to a ryokan,” he mumbles, watching you from the corner of his eyes.

“Oh? I just assumed— Wait. What made you associate the ryokan with being married?”

“It’s— Just… It’s nothin’ to worry about,” he sighs, looking away as his ears turn pink.

A smile pulls at your lips, one you actively try to suppress. “No, no, I want to hear.”

He pulls away slightly, leaning against his left arm as he pointedly looks anywhere but you. It does little but stoke your curiosity, so you lean into him, aware of the way it encourages him to spill.

His brows furrow as he looks at you, his resolve crumbling. When the words come, he glances away again. “Suo and Nirei said—”

“Hold on, really quick. Did Suo say and Nirei ‘agreed,’” you clarify, well aware of Suo’s propensity for tricking his old classmates, “or did Suo and Nirei actively say this?”

Warmth radiates from him as his cheeks flush, eyes flicking to you, then away. “Nirei was talking somethin’ or other about taking his fiance to a ryokan in Kyoto and Suo said something about how kashikiri was only for married couples and… He was lying again, wasn’t he?”

Resting your forehead against his shoulder, your fingers tighten around his. You shift, instead pressing your lips to his shoulder, barely able to contain your laughter, but not your smile. Not trusting your voice, you nod, watching with glee as disappointment hits. His free hand comes up, hiding his face for a moment before continuing, running his fingers through his hair. You watch as it falls back in place before speaking.

“You’ve gotta stop believing him.”

“Yeah, yeah.” He nudges you with his shoulder, looking down at where you remain, that soft smile of his present, just for you to see.

The topic of marriage and future vacations doesn’t come up again for the rest of the night, though his relative silence speaks volumes. The two of you bask in each other’s company, in a movie whose plot you lost a half hour before, in the cat that’s always loved Haruka a bit more than you. It’s not until you’re both getting ready for bed that it comes up again.

The air around him shifts, tenses like it does when he has something important to say but is struggling to find the words. He pauses, fingers pulling on his pillow, and his eyes remain fixated on the bed when he finally finds his voice.

“I… don’t have a ring or anything,” he starts, each word strung together with such astounding effort, “but I… I want…”

When he looks at you, you see all the times he’s ever been careful with you, all of the times he’s worn his heart on his sleeve and has been obvious about his love for you. Your throat goes dry and your heart feels full in your chest, fluttering against your ribs, making the rest of you feel light. His eyes follow the curve of your smile as it grows and you hear it clearly without it being spoken.

“Would you like to get married, Haruka?”

The blush is instantaneous and full bodied, reminding you of when you confessed four years ago. You know his answer, even as he sputters and tries to calm his stuttering heart. He tries to get it out anyway, and he does, sort of, his smile slow to come after everything settles. He’s warmer than usual when he pulls you to him, burying his face in the crook of your neck.

About a half hour later, when his lips are pressed against your shoulder, he murmurs, “H-Hey. Shouldn’t I be the one to ask you?”

“You want to ask me?” As much as you try to turn to properly look at him, he keeps you in place, arms forming a vice around your center (probably to try and prevent the very thing you hope to accomplish). Accepting that you’ll get nowhere right now, you rest your arm on his, letting your fingers trace delicate patterns on the back of his hand.

You take his silence as a quiet ‘yes.’

“I can wait, Haruka. I’m not going anywhere.”

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a love like ours should be kept quiet, tucked away amongst the clouds, the softest whisper on a late summer breeze as it combs delicately through each blade of grass. something so precious should be kept sacred, away from prying eyes. but how can we hide it, when that loves shines on our faces even after the sun has set?

ty to @lyqiche for bringing this to life, im in love 🥺🩷

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!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I love it!!!! Giggling and kicking my feet rn!!!! Thank you 🥹💜💜💜

hello my most beautiful gray! I hope you’re having a pleasant day 💜💜　might I know what pose you’d assign haruix? 💋

hiccuping and sniffling over this pose because it shows how protective and sweet he is with you while also hinting that he is kind of shy 😭🥺 he’d make it his wallpaper and when he looks at it too long he blushes HEHE

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Summers at Furin

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krmy :)

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it comes and goes in waves

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+18, mdni, slight perv!suo, slight age-gap, general suo-shaped weirdness

senpai kink!suo who's always had a thing for older women, liked the way they held themselves, liked how they (for the most part) knew what they wanted and weren't afraid to ask for it (or take it). it's not like he'd ever had an objection to girls his own age (of which there were many in his illustrious high school career as boufuurin's right hand man) -- he liked their sweetness, their wide-eyed innocence, they way they blushed and swooned (so easily manipulated, sweet little dolls).

senpai kink!suo who's quite literally smitten the first time he sets eyes on you, halfway across campus during the first week of college, and you're gorgeous, the kind of pretty that sets his stomach spinning inside him, makes his palms go tacky (though he'd never, ever admit it out loud), makes his cock kick in his pants as he leans over to the guy next to him and asks -- "hey, who's that?"

the guy (suo's forgotten his name already) glances over in your direction before letting out a low whistle.

"oh her? she's the campus flower, two years above us so you don't stand a chance, dude -- she doesn't go for younger dudes -- god, but she's so hot, highlights don't look good on a lot of chicks but on her --"

suo frowns, shaking his head, "no no no, not that one, the one right next to her --"

the guy pauses, "oh -- uh... i think that's her friend -- they're always together but uh..." the guy glances back at suo before shrugging and telling him your name.

suo mouths it with barely masked reverence, adjusting the straps on his backpack.

"thanks," he says, without ever taking his eyes off you. he sets off across the quad, ignoring the guy's frantic shout of -- "s-suo?! wh-what're you doing?!"

he almost rolls his eyes -- isn't it obvious? he's going to talk to you.

senpai kink!suo who is not shy (and it's a little shocking at first, but refreshing too) when he walks up to you and introduces himself, who has zero compunction calling you senpai with that voice of his, all half-moon eyes and a trickster's smile, cocking his head as he asks you if you'd be willing to give him a tour of the campus bc he's just a lost little freshman who started a week ago (although everyone knows that the welcoming committee actually does a pretty decent job of showing everyone around).

you agree, because of course you do, though it jars your friend a little when suo barely glances at her before asking for your number (she's not used to being ignored, that one).

senpai kink!suo who stands just a little too close to you in the cafe checkout line, smiling so sweetly when you ask him about his classes (god, what he wouldn't do to bend you over any of these cafeteria tables and fuck you till you cried), tells you about his classes, is the perfect gentleman (bc of course he is), holds the door for you, asks you about your major ("uwahh... senpai must be so smart!"), compliments you just to bask in the sunset rush of your blush.

senpai kink!suo who does not miss the way your eyes linger on him every time he excuses himself, the way your brows furrow ever so slightly, as if you're confused as to why he's showing you so much attention, who slams the door on his own dorm room, not bothering to lock it before he's shoving a hand passed the waistband of his pants and gripping his already throbbing cock, a choked moan ripping out of him as he ruts into his own fist.

he pictures you, your pretty lips glossed to a shine, your big, bright eyes, the way you'd looked just a little confused as he walked away. it takes him no time at all to spill all over the insides of his freshly laundered slacks.

"well..." he sighs, staring with a near academic interest down at the cum dripping down the back of his hand, smeared across his palm.

"this should be interesting."

senpai kink!suo who just so happens to bump into you outside your first lecture of the day, asking if you'd like coffee, who somehow is at your favorite bar the following friday night laughing with a few of his freshman classmates. who "doesn't even notice" when you come in with your friend (you know, the super pretty one everyone on campus is obsessed with) and post up at the bar.

"here, from the gentleman over there," the bartender says, sliding a perfectly made strawberry daiquiri in front of you as you stare, nonplussed, at the drink, before twisting around to look in the direction the bartender had been pointing at, only to spot suo, who grins and raises his own half-finished wine glass.

you blush and take a sip, even as your friend frowns slightly (she's usually the one getting free drinks).

across the bar, suo carefully runs his thumb along the rim of his glass and turns back to his classmates, who are all lamenting that the bartender had given the drink to the wrong girl.

(suo had made doubly sure he hadn't.)

senpai kink!suo who lingers behind just a bit longer, waits for your friend to leave before he slides into the seat next to you with his empty wine glass.

"did you like your drink, senpai?" he asks.

you startle very slightly before flushing; suo swallows back a groan.

he's fucked.

you nod, lashes fluttering as you look back down at your nearly empty cocktail glass.

"yes -- how... how did you know i'd like daiquiri's?"

suo makes a soft noise, tipping his nose at the bartender as the man reaches over to fill suo's glass with some more wine. he swirls the dark liquid round once before holding the glass up to his nose and taking a whiff.

"lucky guess," he says, voice light with laughter as he offers the glass to you, "this is one of my favorite wines -- i was surprised to find it on the wine list here."

you blink at him for a moment longer before tentatively leaning forward to sniff at the wine too. it's round and full-bodied, smelling of tanins and oak. you pull back with a smile.

"smells good!"

suo watches with amber-shot eyes, framed in enviably long lashes, "would you like a sip?"

his voice dips, whiskey-deep, low and warm and coaxing. you feel your breath hitch in your chest as if caught there by the sound of his voice, and for a second, you wonder why it sounds like he's asking you something else entirely.

you swallow before nodding, reaching forward to take the glass. your fingers brush, the tiny slip of contact sending sparks sizzling up the length of your arm.

you take a sip of the wine, your eyes caught in the net of his enamored gaze, and suo thinks himself a lost man. he licks his lips as you pull the glass away, the dark of the wine staining your lips even as you purse them to clear the last remnants away.

his stomach clenches with heat even as he offers you a bright smile and takes back his glass. surreptitiously, he spins the glass all the way around to press his lips to where yours had just been, tips the glass back, and drinks.

senpai kink!suo who is ever the gentleman, takes his time with you, walks you home after the bar, buys you coffee in the mornings, jokes with you in the elevator of the university library, buys you drinks at the local bar till his presence in your life is more a given than a variable. who, finally, after months of carefully insinuating himself into your life, finds himself sitting next to you on your apartment couch, your best friend (and roommate, suo had found out to his immense dismay) thankfully gone for the night to some party or other.

you're telling him something about this professor or that, and the slow realization that he's tipping forward, his lips hovering an inch above yours comes as a shock to you both.

"s-suo-kun?" your voice is soft, spun sweet as cotton candy.

suo lets out a shaky breath, "senpai... can i?"

you stare up at him, eyes searching his (fruitless) for the answer to a question he himself has never needed to ask (are you sure? -- fuck yes, of course he's sure, he's never been more sure of anything else in his entire fucking life).

you give a tiny little nod, and then -- he's drowning, drowning in the press of your delicate lips on his, drowning in the taste of your tongue as you gasp open for him and he feels himself pouring into the heat of your mouth, drowning in the dizzying noises you're making at the back of your throat, and the drag of your fingers as they curl in his hair, at the fit of his palms on your hips as he hoists you onto his lap and groans at the friction of your clothed cunt over his already hard cock.

you give a tiny squeak at the feeling, heat washing into your cheeks as you try to pull away.

"no -- no, no, no -- senpai, please --" suo's never been one to beg, but he's not above it (he's not above anything when it comes to you), "i've wanted this for so long -- please --" he says again, looking up at you with imploring eyes. and he thinks he must look drunk, something wretched with the way you're staring down at him, that tiny furrow between your brows.

"y-you... you have?" you ask, sounding genuinely surprised, though you make no move to pull away, and something inside of suo loosens ever so slightly. he leans forward to bury his face in the crook of your neck, breathing you in.

"yes -- every since the first day i saw you -- god --" even his voice sounds bedraggled, nothing like his usual, carefully curated brightness. he digs his fingers into the plush of your hips, surreptitiously rocking you down over his lap. you let out a tiny keen and it takes everything inside him not to shove you back and pin you beneath him.

"suo-kun... i --" you let out a small, incredulous laugh before it melts into a gasp as he rolls his hips up into yours.

"are you really surprised, senpai?" he asks, his voice slightly muffled against your skin as he continues to rock you down over him, slowly, steadily, reveling in the abortive hitches in your breath as you clutch at his shoulders, head tipping back. "that i'd want you this badly? that i couldn't think of anyone -- anything else?"

he lifts his head to watch you, eyes hungry as he takes in the slackened expression of pleasure painted so clearly across your face. he nearly keens at the thought, letting his fingers trail down your thighs till they creep beneath the hem of your skirt to tease at your thighs. he feels you tense, but a moment later, you're looking back down at him with a crystalizing want in the sharp light of your eyes and suo feels himself shiver.

"c'mon --" you say, shimmying off his lap and jerking your head towards the bedroom door. suo stares for half a second before jolting up to join you, lacing his fingers between yours.

senpai kink!suo who nearly blacks out the second he's actually got you beneath him, his cheek pillowed on the silken skin of your thigh as he teases at your sodden folds with his fingers. he groans, kissing his way up and down your legs, thinks that he could be happy spending eternity here, just here, in the space between your thighs, teasing you till you tipped over into oblivion.

"senpai..." he drags out the word, "were you this wet the whole night?"

you whine, fingers clenching in the sheets, "a-are you gonna get on with it o-or -- oh --"

he tuts, leaning up to suck at the throbbing bead of your clit, shoving a finger roughly passed your entrance without warning.

"mm... you taste so good... i knew you would... but who knew you'd be such a brat in bed, hm?" he asks, gently flicking his tongue along your clit, alternating between long, languid licks and soft little kitten ones. he keeps his pace slow, teases his finger inside you till he brushes up against the one gummy spot that has your legs tensing, your head tipping back.

"s-suo-kun!"

"ah... fuck... there it is --" he watches you with darkened eyes, lightless as they take you in, "i didn't know you were such a dirty girl, senpai -- such a good girl on the outside, hm? does you best friend know you like getting fucked by your underclassmen?"

you keen, knees bending slightly as you try to work your hips up into his hand for more friction. he pins you down with a single fluid move, pulling himself up the length of your body to grin at you.

"hm? do you not like me talking about another girl when i've got my fingers inside you? mm... don't worry, senpai, i've only got eyes for you."

senpai kink!suo who fucks you so thoroughly you're honestly a bit bewildered, lying there in the midnight dark of your room, his body tucked in next to yours, wondering where on earth he'd learned the shit he knew.

"don't think too hard about it, senpai," he murmurs, curling in around you, reaching up to brush a stray strand of hair from your face. you turn to face him, the pair of you curved like parenthesis beneath your floral patterned sheets.

"i... i don't think i've ever slept with anyone younger than me before," you admit with a tiny laugh, to which suo only grins.

"that's alright, there's a first and last for everything," he says, before pulling you into his chest and pressing a sweet kiss to your forehead. you let your eyes flutter shut, too tired and fucked out to linger over his words.

"mm... i guess you're not that much younger than me, anyway," you murmur, already half asleep.

suo chuckles, threading his fingers through your hair as he shifts forward to more comfortably settle against you.

"you're only a year and a few months older, senpai... i wouldn't worry about it too much."

you hum, drifting off.

(you never did remember when you'd told him your birthday was, but you figured that you must've done it over drinks one night and just forgotten.)

(you hadn't.)

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The Butterfly & The Flower 【蝶戀花】

Pairing: Akaashi x F!Reader Word Count: 7.7k Genre: Chinese Mythology, Historical Fantasy, fluff, angst with happy ending Warnings: death, reincarnation, folk religion themes, temporary amnesia, immortal x human relationship

This is a part of the hqhq server monthly collab! The theme is Mythology. I’ve been so excited for this ever since the prompt was picked!! All the other incredible collab pieces can be found here. (goes live 3/12/2021 19:00 est) Thank you @vanille–kiss,  @kurinoot , and @karasunomygod for helping me beta, and Cass @kuroowo​…my braincell.

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Akaashi landed on a boulder and fluttered his wings. In the form of a butterfly, he had seen rivers form and mountains move. He witnessed languages being created and civilizations fall to ruin. For five hundred years, Akaashi flew about and rested alone. The only tethers of hope he carried were the most cherished memories he carefully kept safe. He wasn’t always a butterfly; at some point in his existence, he was a mortal human. Finally, at the end of a seeming eternity, Akaashi closed his wings and laid to rest. After a trial of five hundred years, one last feat remained.

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just 2 poison frogs in luv

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keishin finally (finally) gets you into bed with him—well, onto couch with him, in his little one-room apartment in the back of sakanoshita mart—and he thinks all his prayers have finally been answered. thinks he's found some sort of cosmic apology for every misfortune he's ever suffered in how soft your lips are against his and how sweet you taste.

he knows he doesn't deserve this; that he hasn't done anything in his unremarkable life to merit how good you feel underneath his hands, or how dizzying those little noises you're making when he touches you are. but, against all odds, you're really here, you really want him, and he's determined not to fuck this up.

"keishin."

every time you say his name he feels like he's hearing it for the first time. like he's being blessed by it. it takes him a moment to process the way you've called for his attention as he suckles a little bruise against your throat, using every modicum of will he has left in him to pull away and meet your gaze.

you look so good underneath him on his ugly, ancient couch that it makes him ache. your lips glossy and swollen, your eyes heavy-lidded and yearning. you reach up and touch his cheek, and he can't tell if your hand is cool or his face is burning.

"do you have a condom?"

and all at once keishin comes crashing—violently, disastrously, crushingly—back to earth.

he blinks at you, wide-eyed, in the wake of your question. you seem to understand his answer even though he can't bring himself to say it.

"are there any in the shop?" you ask him, optimistic and gentle, with an encouraging smile.

keishin perks up—visibly brightening at your moment of genius—but as quickly as the hope uplifts him, he's deflating again. he pinches his bottom lip between his teeth.

"we're out right now," he murmurs sheepishly, suddenly unable to meet your gaze.

he only keeps a couple of boxes of condoms behind the counter at a time, since so few people ever come in asking for them. last week takinoue had showed up half-hammered two hours after closing, and banged on the shop door until keishin grumpily answered it. his drunk friend went on to explain that he'd gone out drinking with his colleague from work and she'd invited him home with her, but he desperately needed condoms. keishin chucked the last box at his stupid face, and yusuke swore up and down their next night out drinking would be his treat before skittering off into the night again with a grin from ear to ear.

he was going to kill yusuke with his bare hands the next time he saw him.

"keishin, it's okay," you say with a light laugh at the positively crestfallen look on his face. "we don't have to—"

"no!" keishin interrupts you before you can say the words he just cant bear to hear. not right now. not from you.

even if you promise him that this could happen again another time—that you don't have to go all the way tonight, that there will be other opportunities—he has no way of knowing if that's true. no way of guaranteeing it.

he's got a taste for you now. he knows what you sound like. he knows how you feel.

and he refuses to let this opportunity pass him by.

keishin pulls himself upright so quickly from where he'd been hovering overtop of you on his lumpy sofa that he almost gives himself whiplash. he stumbles up to his feet, brushing his bleached hair back from his eyes—he's not sure where or when he'd lost his hairband, but the strands are hanging freely now and falling into his gaze. he grabs his jacket from the floor where he'd hastily shucked it when the two of you stumbled through the door in the throes of passion.

"I'm just gonna run to shimada mart!" he says to you as he stuffs his arms ungracefully into the sleeves of his jacket, his words so frantic they're almost bleeding together. "it's only about 10 minutes away, if you just wait right here—"

"keishin."

"shouldn't be longer than 25 minutes! 20, even! i might even be able to get macchan to drive me back if—"

"keishin, wait."

your laughter makes him stop dead in his tracks, halfway to the door. he's only got one slide on his foot, the other still sock-clad, and in his haste he realizes he'd grabbed his television remote instead of his cellphone to shove into his coat pocket.

you've caught him by the sleeve of his jacket, holding the material pinched between your thumb and forefinger as you stare up at him from the sofa with the sweetest smile on your face. he's frozen as he peers down at you, his lips parted, his dick still half-hard in his jeans.

"don't go," you say to him, tugging him back towards you by your grip on his cuff. he moves easily, gravitating back into your orbit in spite of how gentle the actual pull had been.

"b-but,"—keishin casts a forlorn glance back in the direction of his apartment door—"what about the condoms?"

his voice cracks a little on the question and he has genuinely never wished so ardently for the ground to open up and swallow him whole.

you release his sleeve in favour of twining your fingers with his now that he's near to you again, your soft hand slipping easily into his own. that same dull ache in the pit of his core (and between his legs) throbs again as you blink up at him.

"i've been trying to tell you," you begin, a bit exasperated but not without its own fondness. you hesitate a little, looking away shyly before adding, "we don't... need one."

keishin thinks he might die.

really, genuinely die.

he wonders if maybe this is what the old man felt like when he almost keeled over from that heart attack last year, because keishin's pulse is pounding so violently in his head he feels like his vision is going a bit spotty around the edges—like when you stand up too fast after a night of drinking.

he's brought back to the moment as your hand squeezes his own—a gentle, questioning gesture.

your lashes flutter as you blink up at him, your head tilting slightly to the side. you smile a little at the dumbfounded look on his face.

"...if that's okay with you?"

(keishin pays for takinoue's drinks for the next six months, but never explains why.)

[prettyiwa]

This is how I imagine what his inner world looks like ༄˖°.🍃.ೃ࿔*:･

Stepping into a corner of Suo's mind, where the mountains are always green and the tea is perpetually brewing. A quiet escape, even for him.

[prettyiwa]

Futakuchi thinks your perfume is intoxicating.

🔞❗ This one is R18, you heathens. Safe version here. Translation under the cut—listen with earphones!

CV: Nakazawa Masatomo

I caved. This isn’t even the full version! For @prettyiwa​ (and @tyga-lily​ if you want it)

WARNINGS: It’s a blowjob, dude. Lots of moaning.

DISCLAIMER: This audio is STILL way beyond my current language level. As always, feel free to correct any mistakes bc believe it or not, I don’t know sex terms 🤣

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