How are u chenn? I’ve been eyeing your writings a lot and I so love your one-shots because it’s so high-school coded! It takes me back sm to the loud life of being a highschooler (I’m just tired of adulthood)
I'm glad u like the way I write hehe! I guess I was just really fixated on high school settings as well because I didn’t get to enjoy my high school days. 😓
Synopsis: Atsumu Miya was loud, annoying, and completely insufferable—at least, that’s what you told yourself.
Between constant arguments, teasing, and chaotic banter, the two of you couldn’t seem to stay away from each other. But somewhere along the way, his words began to soften, his actions started to linger, and the space between irritation and affection blurred.
You didn’t notice when it happened and maybe… falling for him was never the problem.
2.5k words
Warnings: profanities
Fluff, and very cornball highschool set up.
It all started when you transferred to Inarizaki High. You were nothing but a loud girl with a bright personality.
In your head, you’d always say, being quiet all the time might hold you back from what you can do. Hence, you talked—a lot.
You were a chatterbox. Apparently, the whole class liked you… except for Atsumu Miya.
Oh, that loud guy.
You hated his guts because he just wouldn’t give up on the back-and-forth you’d been having ever since the day you two were paired for a pop quiz. How unfortunate.
You were trying to focus on answering, but Atsumu just wouldn’t stop talking. You knew you were a chatterbox yourself—but not when you had something important to do.
A small gasp escaped your lips when you accidentally wrote down what he was saying instead of the correct answer.
In a quiz where erasures weren’t allowed.
“Atsumu, you stupid ass,” you muttered.
“Huh? What did I do?” he replied, completely clueless.
Maybe he was just trying to get your attention.
And you didn’t know.
You didn’t know that he liked you.
In a way that made Osamu question if Atsumu was even his real brother—because somehow, Atsumu knew more about you than he did about him.
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(GC: Trio)
@Osam_ux: Why the hell is there a small cheesecake in the fridge, @TheBettertwin?
@TheBettertwin: It’s Y/n’s favorite. Any complaints? 🤨
@Osam_ux: How do you even know that? You don’t even know my favorite food.
@Sunarin: You’re a fucking glutton, Samu. Even I’d get confused about what the hell you like.
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And just like that, the next day, Atsumu ate the cheesecake right in front of you, deliberately pushing your buttons.
Oh, the lengths he goes to just to annoy you.
There was this one time when the two of you were assigned to clean the classroom after dismissal, along with a few other classmates.
“Why are you here? Can’t you just sweep the other side?” you clicked your tongue as you wiped the chalkboard.
“What? You’re the dirt here,” he shot back, lightly smacking your arm with the broom.
“Oh, you little—” You threw the chalkboard eraser at him. The moment it hit, a cloud of chalk dust puffed into the air.
He only burst out laughing as you snapped in irritation—only to be humiliated the next second when your classmates suddenly started teasing the two of you.
“Ew!” you feigned disgust, stepping back as Atsumu only moved closer with a cheeky grin.
“C’mon, baby,” he teased. “Aren’t we cute like they said? I’m not that bad!”
Oh, you swore—
You gagged.
There was also this one time during lunch. You were eating at your desk, quietly chatting with a classmate.
From the other side of the classroom, you could hear Atsumu talking—loudly—with Suna and Osamu.
“You’re so loud, Atsumu,” you called out.
“You really couldn’t resist me, huh?” he shot back, turning to you.
“I can literally smell your morning breath from here. Just shut up.”
Banter here, banter there—you never knew that his real intention was simply to interact with you.
And surprisingly?
Banter was the most authentic way to make you melt.
Because at the back of your mind, the way he worded things actually made you feel… happy. You found him funny, and somehow, that softened you.
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(GC: CLASS 1-C)
@Class_President: Good morning, everyone! Exam season is finally here! Are you ready for the upcoming month of sleepless nights and stressful days? Worry not, because the student council will soon host a podcast that will be airing shortly! Stay tuned for updates, and visit [link] to share your thoughts about your struggles!
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@Sunarin: This is your chance to voice out your thoughts about @Y/n.
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@TheBettertwin: why do u have to make me suffer
@Sunarin: I didn’t even mention you? 🤨🤨🤨
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(GC: Trio)
@TheBettertwin: @SunaRin HEY DELETE THAT
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When you saw that message, it made you giggle—only for you to stop mid-sentence as a realization suddenly hit you.
Oh no.
You’re not falling… are you?
Atsumu was so stupid in your eyes. You could clearly remember how, every time you looked at him during math class, he’d be slumped over his desk, drooling in his sleep.
So stupid that you just wanted to strangle him whenever he looked at you with that annoyingly teasing expression.
And gods… you hadn’t even recognized the affection in his eyes yet whenever he tried to piss you off.
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📍— Y/N
@Y/n: hey, can you shut the fuck up? I can hear you snickering with Suna from ten seats away.
@TheBettertwin: You always notice the bad things about me. Don’t you wanna see how hot I am?
@Y/n: how the hell would I not notice when your stupidity is brighter than daylight
@TheBettertwin: Whatever you say, pretty ❤️
[Delivered 1:00 PM]
@TheBettertwin: ☹️☹️☹️
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📍— Y/N (monday)
@TheBettertwin: My pretty girl🥰🥰
@TheBettertwin: HEY you literally walked in fromt of me and you ignored me :((
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📍— Y/N (Tuesday)
@Y/n: why is there coffee on my desk? our classmate said it was you who placed it.
@TheBettertwin: so you’d be motivated to see me, pretty 🥰
@Y/n: I think I’ll just buy milk instead.
@TheBettertwin: THAT WAS MY LAST 20¥ HEY.
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Your eyes softened slightly at his last message before you quietly took a sip of the coffee, trying to suppress the smile threatening to creep onto your lips.
Oh, you needed to calm down.
He was just ten seats away from you.
While you were sipping, you glanced at his seat—only to find him already looking at you.
He wasn’t even trying to hide it.
And it happened often.
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📍— Y/N (Thursday)
@TheBettertwin: Good morning, pretty girl 🥰
@Y/n: this is not a good morning
@TheBettertwin: don’t you feel guilty for breaking my heart every day?
@Y/n: I feel glad.
@TheBettertwin: ☹️☹️☹️
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📍— Y/N (Friday)
@TheBettertwin: you left your handkerchief, pretty ❤️
@Y/n: where?
@TheBettertwin: give me a kiss first 😘
@Y/n: gross. I’m not retrieving that anymore
@TheBettertwin: ☹️
@TheBettertwin: but seriously, why does your handkerchief have teddy bear designs?
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You didn’t reply after his last message. What you didn’t expect, though, was that he would come and return it himself.
By lunchtime, he was sitting in front of your desk.
“You like cute things?” Atsumu teased as he slid your handkerchief onto your desk.
“So what?” You rolled your eyes, slipping it back into your bag.
“Where’s my kiss, pretty?” he teased.
“Ew, what the fuck. Get out of my sight, Atsumu. You’re ruining my lunchtime.”
“Oh, really?” Atsumu chuckled, watching your reaction closely.
“If you don’t stop, I’ll poke your eyes out with a chopstick,” you said as you pulled out your lunchbox.
“Will you just go?” you clicked your tongue, and he finally gave in—though he still replied teasingly before standing up.
“Woah, okay, pretty,” Atsumu said with a grin as he went back to his seat.
He returned to Suna and Osamu, who both looked thoroughly done with him—clearly embarrassed by his antics over you.
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GC: (CLASS 1-C)
@Class_President: Good morning, everyone! The sports festival is coming soon! It’s time to show your talent, have fun, and enjoy the event!
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@TheBettertwin: 😈😈😈
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@SunaRin: here he goes again with his disability with no cure
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@Osam_ux: LMAO
@SunaRin: @Y/n, Atsumu is looking for your good luck message
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GC: (Trio)
@TheBettertwin: SUNA
@SunaRin: lol
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GC: (CLASS 1-C)
Sports festival day
@Y/n: good luck to everyone participating in the sports fest!
@SunaRin (replied to @Y/n): @TheBettertwin
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As the sports festival began, a variety of food booths were scattered around the campus, making the whole place feel lively and vibrant.
The volleyball match wouldn’t start until later, and you hadn’t seen Atsumu all day.
He’s probably training.
As you walked around, your eyes landed on the onigiri booth—and you decided you wanted to try it.
But to your surprise… Osamu Miya was the vendor.
“Oh, are you looking for Tsumu?” he asked casually.
Before you could even react, Osamu had already called him.
And that’s how it went for the entire morning and afternoon—you and Atsumu stuck together as you explored the booths.
And throughout it all, the two of you argued like a married couple.
Now, the two of you sat on a bench, Atsumu gently fanning you while you ate your tanghulu.
“Mhm,” you hummed softly to yourself as you savored the flavor.
And Atsumu? He just stared at you—ever so lovingly—while continuing to fan you.
It was like he wanted to punch Osamu out of pure cuteness aggression.
Oh. Wow.
“Aren’t you supposed to be training?” you asked quietly.
“But I’m already an athlete. This sports event isn’t as serious as a real match,” he chuckled.
You quietly realized something as your gaze dropped to the ground.
He hasn’t called me pretty today…
“What is it?” Atsumu tilted his head slightly, trying to get a better look at your faint pout.
“Uh—uhm.”
“Do I not look good today?” you asked.
“Hm?” he chuckled.
“You look nice. What, are you fishing for compliments now? Or do you just want me to call you pretty girl?”
You only rolled your eyes, as you often did—but your cheeks flushed a deep crimson, and you could feel the heat spreading.
“Oh, you’re turning red,” he chuckled, gently fanning you again.
“If I win this… would you let me court you?”
You could only huff in response. “Then win first,” you teased back.
And then, he actually won the game—for you.
Atsumu claimed he wasn’t serious about the match, but oh… he was.
You met up quietly in the backyard. He wore a tired smirk when he spotted you holding a water bottle for him.
“That’s for me? Thank you, pretty,” he said as you handed it over.
“You really stink, Tsumu,” you replied.
“What? I changed clothes!” Atsumu defended, before glancing down at you with a smug look.
“So… I won.”
“Okay? Congrats?” you said, feeling your cheeks heat up as he only cackled.
He huffed and pulled you closer by your shoulder, holding you tight. You whined at the contact because of his sweat, but he didn’t seem to care at all.
Gods… your dignity.
As promised, you let him court you.
You still argued a lot in class—mostly because he was being annoying on purpose.
But he did that so people would keep teasing the two of you. He liked it when others rooted for you both. It was nice… and very cliché of him.
But if the opposite happened?
Oh, he took matters into his own hands.
There was this one time when your class collaborated with another for a group project. In the middle of it, your classmates started teasing you with another guy—just harmless banter.
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GC: (CLASS 1-C)
@TheBettertwin: oi, stop shipping her with random guys. y’all are literally contributing nothing to the country
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And then came a day when you were completely exhausted.
It had been a long one—club activities ran late, and you ended up leaving much later than usual.
Atsumu, who had also just finished volleyball practice, spotted you walking alone.
Without a word, he ditched Suna and Osamu.
“Is that the girl he’s been talking about?” Aran asked, glancing at the two.
Suna and Osamu begrudgingly nodded.
Meanwhile, Atsumu had already approached you.
“Hey,” he said softly, gently patting your head.
“You’re late,” you said quietly.
“I’m sorry. But I’m here now, right?” he replied. “Come on, I’ll take you to that ramen shop you’ve been wanting to try.”
You watched as he took your bag and draped his jacket over your shoulders—the one he wore for volleyball.
“I didn’t wear that the whole day, so no sweat,” he teased lightly, watching as you practically drowned in his clothes.
Even though they hadn’t moved yet, his friends lingered nearby on the sidelines—but Atsumu didn’t seem to care.
Once you were settled, the two of you walked side by side in comfortable silence.
And falling for Atsumu didn’t feel so bad after all.
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“Shit.”
Nikolai sighs into the tiny face towel for the umpteenth time before he places it on the porcelain, resting both his hands on the edges of the sink. He has been standing and contemplating life for a while now. The towel is hanging low around his waist, and his skin is still flushed from whatever had transpired last night.
The conscience is getting to him. Sanity and rationale are clouding him.
What the hell was I thinking?
Well, he was not thinking at all last night, that is for sure. On a second note—perhaps he did think. He thought of ways that could make you lose your mind. And you did—he literally fucked you to sleep.
Truthfully, he was not getting enough sleep. He forced himself to be up after a post-nut clarity nap and distracted himself to clean you up. A half-assed effort, to be honest. He wiped you clean, and you were barely awake when he took off your dress and bra that were still clinging to your body, gave a couple of gropes here and there.
Nikolai sighs again. He thinks again—does he really want to avoid this, when he felt so much delight and thrill?
No, of course not. He wants you. He has been wanting you. Maybe this surging feeling that he buried all these moments is the one driving his madness.
“But Nikolai, if you think that the answer to total free will is death, why not… die with a smile? Must you cry? Were those little unimportant joys you felt no better than agony?”
Your questions back then echo in his mind. Happiness, unimportant joys—as much as he hates it as it is just a fragment of what he has been trying to refuse for most of his life. But unfortunately, his human brain does feel better with them than agony.
“Man… I’m becoming mad.” He murmurs to himself before he turns to the bathtub and begins filling it up with warm water. Then he takes a tiny bottle of shower gel—he took this from the motel, the complimentary one—and squeezes out everything into the water. It barely bubbles, but it smells nice—apple and spice.
“Urm…”
Nikolai turns his head to the door, eyes wide.
“G-Good morning…”
Your figure is peeking through the gap between the door and the frame. He can see you have your own towel wrapped around your naked body. Your hair is untidy, and he notices all the marks he created on your skin.
Goodness, he thinks he has become a little too obsessed with how messy you look. And your mere presence is enough to dissipate that clouded rationale he has in mind. Now Nikolai thinks a little deeper—would it not be more insane if he just adores you more unconventionally, hence denying the normality of what the brainwashed would call ‘healthy love’?
He smirks then. “Good morning, sexy.”
You are surprised by his reply, and you quickly hide your shy face behind the door. Then you take a peek at him again. “Good morning…” You repeat, presumably because your brain suddenly stops working properly.
“Yes, it’s a very good morning.” Nikolai chuckles. “What do you want?”
“I-I felt very sticky, so I wanna wash myself— Maybe I shouldn’t have said that, uhm. I-I mean… I mean, I w-wanted to use the bathroom. I didn’t realise you were… inside.”
“Did you now?”
“Y-Yes…! I didn’t know.” You quickly say. “A-Are you going to take a while…?”
“You can use it if you want. Shower’s empty.”
You finally look at him, relief washes over your face. “Oh, thank you so much.” You smile at him, expecting him to make a move to leave the bathroom. But he just stares at you, with that same gaze he gave you last night. Your heart warms up, beating faster. “Are you not gonna… come out?”
“You come in.”
Nikolai wants to laugh at your shocked face and puzzled noise. Your lips are moving, but only bits of words came out—unintelligible. You shake your head, and his smile drops slightly. He is not going to just let you leave him—no, no, you were the one who told him to not leave you alone.
Don’t back away now.
I can’t get out of this anymore.
So he approaches closer, stops by the sink and slips his hand into the fabric of the face towel that was left earlier. He dives deeper into his dimension. His detached hand appears right at the door, pulling it wide open. Your eyes widen as he grabs your arm and drags you into the bathroom with him. He catches you, wrapping his arm around your waist.
“There, isn’t that easy?” He teases, tilting your body so your back is against the sink, and placing his hand beside you so his body is blocking your path. Your eyes are everywhere but him, roaming all over his bare tattooed torso. He clicks his tongue, not liking how you are avoiding his eyes. You literally locked your legs around him last night, for fuck’s sake. Nothing to be shy of anymore—well, at least for Nikolai.
With one hand, he seizes your face, tilting it up before he leans closer, catching your lips with his own. You freeze, eyes shut close. You melt almost immediately into his kiss, parting your lips as his tongue slithers inside, sloppily twining with yours.
Lost in the slow burn of your arousal, you barely notice his fingers creeping to your chest, easily undoing your towel. Just when the heaviness drops from your chest, you finally realise what he did and break the kiss, pushing him away, much to his dismay. “A-Ah, n-no!” You turn to grab the towel on the floor, but Nikolai is quick enough to pull you back to him, clashing your back against his chest.
His mouth latches on your shoulders, planting kisses and nibbles—borderline bites—on your skin. You moan breathily, and a high-pitched whimper leaves your mouth when his hand gropes one of your breasts, fondling it, teasing it. “G-God— A-Aah—” Your words are stuck when his naughty fingers pinch and roll your hard nipple, as his other hand travels up to wrap nicely around your neck.
He tightens his grip, your body arches instinctively against him, and you bite your lips hard to subdue another moan when you feel the shape of his dick right behind you.
Oh, fuck.
Nikolai keeps dotting his kisses on your neck, already targeting the spots he had conquered before—all the nicest spots. You squirm, whining loudly when he rolls your sensitive nipple, stimulating the heat that broils in your tummy.
It gets a little overwhelming when the fingers around your neck tighten. Your breath hitches, focus breaking out. You hear his deep chuckle right beside your ear.
“Bathe with me?” He whispers before he kisses the shell of your ear, one hand travelling down. “I’ll clean you up real nice. And I’ll take good care of you forever.”
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You are lounging by yourself in the living room, watching the television. Nikolai wanted to clean up the bedsheets, and the way he casually told you that just made you more embarrassed than ever.
It is not that you lack experience with this sort of thing, but romance was never a thing in your mind when those past experiences happened. It was always transactional.
Is this what real, normal couples do? Nikolai isn’t normal though…
Your legs are sore, and you just want to lie down some more. But you feel lonely, especially after being so intimate with him who has the tightest hold on your heart. You turn around to look at the hallway and the kitchen, trying to seek him.
As if your mind has summoned him, Nikolai appears out of the laundry room, making a stretch as he walks to grab a bottle of water on the dining table, and drinks it.
“N-Nikolai?”
He looks at you, smiling cutely. “Yes, little dove?” He says as he approaches you and plops down beside you on the sofa. His body is tilted in your direction, and his gaze is piercing your shy ones.
“Can we cuddle…?”
He looks surprised at your innocent request—not to mention, you are looking all adorable with that attempt to be brave. Nikolai chuckles, adjusting his body on the sofa before he extends his hand to you.
“Alright, sweetie. Come here.” He says. You slowly crawl towards him, letting him grab your arm to lead you right onto his lap. Your back is against his chest before he wraps his arms around your body. “You need some hugs, huh?” He teases.
“Well, I’d love that after… you know…” You murmur. He giggles, smooching your neck.
“Mm, I’ll keep that in mind.”
You slowly relax against him, eyes focusing on the drama on the television. The two of you just sit there in serene silence, although sometimes he makes a couple of distasteful comments on how shitty the drama is.
Your fingers trace over his arm, linking them between his own. You turn your head to look at him, only to find that he has been staring at you. Once your gaze locks with him, he smirks. “Have something in mind, sexy?”
“S-Stop calling me that…”
“But you are.”
“Uhm… thank you…”
He laughs again, kissing the top of your head. The number of kisses you receive from him since the past twenty-four hours is tremendous—not good for your heart at all, not good.
“D-Don’t we have something to do today?” You ask. Nikolai hums, closing his eyes as if he is thinking.
But suddenly, you feel his hands travel up to your chest, cupping both of your breasts, squeezing them. You shriek, eyes frantic on his naughty hands and his innocent face. “Wh-What are you doing?!”
“Shh, I’m thinking,” He nods to himself, squeezes your breasts a little firmer. “Thinking very... very hard.”
“This is not— Ngh… You—!” You whimper pathetically. “You pervert…”
He grins; mischief is clear in his face. “Aren’t you just stating the obvious now?” He teases.
“Nikolai…” You grumble, tapping his arm to let you go, but he just keeps touching as he pleases. Nikolai snorts mockingly before he stops moving his hands, but he does not let you go—not yet.
“I’m going out later to get my car.” He says. “Honestly, I prefer it if you stay here because I’ll be dealing with some lowly people. Don’t want you to get hurt.”
“But I wanna come with you.”
Nikolai nods, pursing his lips. “Mmh, called it. Uh… well, no.”
You frown slightly before you look away. “Hmph.”
He blinks profusely before he sighs. “Okay. I’ll bring you. And then we’re gonna go shopping, and you’ll forgive me for offending your childish demands, yeah? Are we good? Is that perfect?”
Your smile appears almost instantly as you nod, excited. Nikolai thinks you probably just manipulated his whole sentiment just by being sulky for a second. Guess he is going to punish you later on or something.
He pats your butt then. “Go get ready. Don’t wear the dress— oh welp… The dress is still very dirty anyway.”
— ✿
“Alright, you wait here.”
As soon as the two of you get out of the taxi, Nikolai leads you to a nearby public park. There are many monuments and a big fountain in the middle of the park. People are around, but mostly are just hanging out. Not everyone is insane enough to work out during winter, despite it being a little sunnier today. The wind is occasionally harsh, though.
“I’ll come pick you up after I’m done.” He says as he looks around, finding a couple of food vendors set up a little further ahead. Nikolai slips his hand into his pocket, taking out some crumpled notes. You happily take them, but your smile drops when you see the accumulated amount is quite small.
“This is not enough. More, more.” You poke his stomach.
“Ow,” Nikolai pouts. “Listen, I’m out of cash right now. I’ll have to pick up some dirty jobs to baby your ass. Give me a break, okay?”
“Hmm, fine.” You shrug as you hold his arm and extend your other hand to show him the panorama of St. Petersburg. “Should I go and seek a job vacancy while you’re gone? Maybe I can find one. I may not look like it, but I’m good at making conversation.”
“You do look like you’re a chatty bird. You chirp chirp chirp until someone gives you bread to shush you.”
“Oh, hehe.” You giggle.
He smiles softly, patting your head. “But sure. Go explore as you please. Don’t go too far and don’t speak with a suspicious-looking person. By the time I’m done, I wanna see you’re still here and not go around fawning people.”
“Yes, sir.” You playfully salute him. He snickers before he turns around and leaves the park. You watch him disappear out of the gate, blending in with the crowd.
You look at the notes in your hands and make your way to the food vendors. Your eyes are sharp, reading and observing the menu and the prices, making calculations in your head.
Damn, not even enough for a potato pirozhki.
“Yes, girl, what do you want?” The vendor asks you immediately after the previous customer leaves.
“Ah. Uh, I want one hot tea, please and thank you.” You say. The vendor nods, tapping things on his cash machine.
“Anything else? Doughnut? Pirozhki?”
“No, thank you.” You make the payment before the vendor prepares it for you. He pours the freshly-brewed hot tea into a paper cup and puts a lid on it before he places the tea on the pick-up counter.
“Sugar and salt in that container.”
You take a couple of packets of sugar and a stirrer before you turn around to leave. However, you immediately bump into someone in your way by accident. You hold the tea firmly, barely looking at the person as you apologise.
You turn your head to the side slightly, a little baffled and relieved that the person does not seem to care about your little mistake. You see a man in white clothes, with a black coat over his shoulder. He is tall—and he does not even look at you.
Guess he does not care.
You leave the area and walk around the park to pass the time. Establishments of shops are a little further than you thought, so you are not going to explore much, lest you risk Nikolai’s displeasure. So you return to a spot in the park where many tables and benches are perched. You take a seat at a table with two seats.
Once you place your tea on the table, you realise there is a built-in checkerboard on the surface. You see a box that is attached to the surface as well. When you open it, you find chess pieces inside. Chess—you do not even know how to play it. You have seen people play it in school, and you used to think that only smart people play such a game.
“Are you waiting for someone?”
A deep, sultry voice greets you from the side. You turn, only to see the same man you bumped into before standing beside you. Black hair reaching his neck, a white ushanka, a white suit, and a long black coat over his lean figure. His skin is pale, and the messiness of his hair makes him look like a walking ghost.
Yet, he looks wise. His gentle voice contrasts with the eeriness of his appearance.
“I-I…”
“May I have a seat for a moment? There’s no spot left for me on the other tables.”
“S-Sure! Sure, sir.” You quickly say, as if you are entranced by his presence. He smiles at you before he takes a seat across. He places a paper bag on the table before he pushes it in your direction. You look at him, baffled. “Huh?”
“I noticed you weren’t buying any food from the vendor. Was it the money that you were concerned with?”
You smile sheepishly. “Yes, hehe.”
He returns your smile with a tender one. “You can take one. I hope you don’t mind a plain doughnut.”
“No, not at all. Thank you so much. And I’m sorry that I bumped into you earlier. I didn’t notice.” You quickly say, already feeling the awkwardness in the air disappearing. You take the paper bag and take out the doughnut from it. It is already going a little cold, most likely because of the air.
“That is fine.” He replies. “Are you alone?”
“No, I’m waiting for my… boyfriend.” You cannot help but grin at the new identity you have given Nikolai. It makes you happy, so you are going to refer to him as such to strangers from now on.
“Is that so? He doesn’t mind leaving you alone in this foreign place?” The man asks.
“Ah, he trusts me enough so… Uhm, how do you know I’m not from here?”
“You just confirmed it.”
You are rendered speechless. What a quick-witted guy, this one. “Let me guess, are you from here then? Because you know much about who is and isn’t from Petersburg.” You grin.
“Close enough, little mouse. I am from Moscow.”
“Moscow isn’t that close.”
“Perhaps. Both are great cities. But Saint Petersburg has been my home, where my stories are written the most.” He says before he looks at the chessboard. “Do you know how to play chess?”
“Uhm, no. I’ve seen people play, but I don’t know the rules. Is it like checkers? Do you know how?”
“It’s a great game to pass the time,” he says. He takes out the chess pieces from the box and arranges both black and white pieces on the board. “There are many rules. Certain pieces must move according to their own rule. But remembering how a piece should move is not hard. Everyone has their predetermined roles in this world after all. Just like these pieces.”
“Oh… so this horse and castle have different rules? Wait, which one is the actual castle?” You ask, holding a rook and a bishop in your hand. The man briefly glances at you with an unfathomable look.
“That is the rook. It moves in a straight line—horizontal and vertical. The other is the bishop. It moves diagonally. That ‘horse’ is called the knight. Well, to make it simple for the likes of you, it moves in the shape of the letter ‘L’. Four squares. And this is the queen, where she can move in a straight and diagonal line. The king can do the same too, but he is only allowed one square per move, unlike the queen. Of course, these pieces can move backwards and towards, just like humans. After all, sometimes in our plan, we should look back to see what we have missed, what path we should have taken.”
“Ergh… Yes, this is really for smart people.” You grumble, watching the guy arrange the pieces for you. You murmur under your breath, repeating and memorising the rules for each piece. “What about these small bald ones?” You point at the row of pieces lining up in front of the fancy-looking ones.
“They are the pawns. They are given the choice to move one or two squares, only in the beginning. They can only move one square ahead in a move. Unless they want to capture another pawn, then you are allowed to make one diagonal move.” He tells you.
“Huh? That’s it? There are so many of them, though. Surely they have other important roles.” You say.
“Pawns are meant to be baits—they are there to open the paths and set the stage.” He looks at you with a thin smile and a dark gaze. “Your turn to make a move first, little mouse.”
“What? Oh— Okay, I guess I’m gonna go easy on you.” You joke as you move a pawn two squares forward. He mirrors your move with a pawn on a square in front of a knight piece. You immediately move another pawn a square ahead, and he finally moves his knight.
“Wait!” You hold a hand up at him. “This is too quick, time out, time out.”
The man looks baffled, a snicker leaves his mouth. “This isn’t a competition. You are allowed to take time. You have to think your next move, and the next, and then the next.”
“Oh, right. I got excited. My boyfriend really likes this sort of board game. But he’s always cheating.” You complain before you finally slow down your eagerness and move the last pawn one square ahead.
“He is able to cheat his way because you have so much trust in him.” The man replies, making a move on his knight.
“Of course. Things get rough sometimes, but I’ve always believed him.”
His purple irises trail up at you, staring hard. Noticing his silence, you look at him, a little nervous. He smiles, though it feels insincere. “What are those beads around your neck? Rosary, I assume.”
You pause, and your hand subconsciously touch the rosary that you wear as a necklace. It was given by Nastasya, a memento from her mother. “Yeah… It’s from a friend…”
“Do you believe in God?”
What.
“Uh, to a degree, I suppose? I-I don’t know…”
“What about your lover?”
Nikolai? You rake through all the memories of your conversation with him as you try to distract yourself from your nervousness by making your move on the chessboard. “He doesn’t seem to be fond of such ideas. I guess free will and God are like antonyms for him.”
“There are many arguments for such rhetoric. Have God determined our path, or have God blessed us with choices? Does free will come from the complexity of human minds, or does it come from God’s will? Are we the chess pieces, or are we those who move them?” He smiles at you. “What do you think, little mouse?”
“Erm…”
Frankly, you do not care. God, free will, evil, good, chicken, egg—honestly, those sound delicious right now—you just want to be able to love and be loved.
But just to be nice and keep the conversation going, you try to form an answer anyway.
“W-What if both of those are not really a thing?”
He looks surprised by your answer. “Elaborate.”
“Ah.” I’m just saying shit. You find yourself raking through your brain, seeking knowledge you learned in school before. And this man looks smart. He talks as if he holds the knowledge of the whole world, as if this land is a novel he can read easily.
“Well, let’s think of it like… what if both of those concepts are just merely manmade and don’t really have that much significance in the next decade? Evolution! Something like that?” You shrug. “Maybe the idea of free will is created because people want to do a lot of things without concerns about many factors. Like… like my boyfriend may want to hurt someone, but he can’t because he doesn’t wanna get into prison. That kind of factor. Maaaybe, the idea of God is created on a similar basis. Because humans need to hold a certain principle to not go crazy. Like, there are a lot of things we can't know about the universe, so sometimes it's comforting to create someone to fulfil that idea. Right? Uh wait! I’m not saying God doesn’t exist—maybe He does for lots of people. L-Like you.”
The man goes silent for a moment. He nods slowly before he extends a hand to the chessboard, moving his queen to trap your king. “Ramblings can form a clearer image of one’s perspective. I appreciate your insights.”
“Oh, you’re very welcome.” You beam, a little proud at whatever words you just jumbled out. “I find this kind of topic a little hard, but you don’t make me feel that bad about it. Hehe.”
“Is that so? You’re very welcome too, little mouse.” He nods before he snickers. “This is a check, by the way.” You finally realise that his queen is just a couple of moves away from capturing your king. You grunt, moving your king away. As if he is toying with you, he wastes his turn to move a rook that is far away from your king.
So you move your pawn ahead. “There..! Hey, this pawn is on your row. Doesn’t this mean I can upgrade it? I saw it when my classmates played it. Don’t you try cheating on me.”
The man glares at the board. “… Yes.”
“Yeay. I’m gonna change it to my queen. Because you ate mine with your horse earlier.” You grin, happily removing the pawn on the last row on the man’s side and placing your queen piece instead. “Now I can protect my king.”
“I withdraw.”
“Huh?”
He gets up from the seat and gives you one last smile. “It was a pleasure to converse with you. Unfortunately, I must leave now.” He says, taking off his ushanka and placing it on his chest. He bows slightly at you, like a gentleman. “I wish you well, little mouse.”
He offers a hand to shake, and you hesitantly grab it. Cold. As if death is just around the corner. He turns around then, leaving you confused about whatever had transpired for the past moment. You stare blankly at the chessboard.
You were just having fun too.
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“This smells so stale.”
Nikolai scrunches his nose as he is driving around outside of a public park, in search of a parking lot. He makes a mental note to buy a car freshener later. It is just a small car—he does not plan his comfort to be this far. He just needs a car to travel to his death, and that is all.
Now he is about to bring this to a hypermarket, for obvious reasons.
Finally, after about five minutes, he finds an empty parking spot, and he parks his car there. After that, he makes his way into the public park again, trying to find you. Fortunately, he easily spots you at a chess table instead of the bench he left you earlier. He smiles broadly, strolling towards you.
“Hey—”
His smile withers when he notices your sombre face. That face immediately changes when you hear his voice though, but he does not let that fact go.
“Kolya, hello.” You wave at him as he approaches you and sits in the chair across from you. He looks at the table, finding that the pieces are scattered all over, remnants of a recent game. He notices the doughnut too. He knows that with the money he gave you, you could either afford that tea or the doughnut. Not both.
“What happened?”
“Hm?”
“Something happened to you. Tell me.”
“Nothing bad happened, I promise!” You say quickly. Your expression looks innocent though. “Just, there was a guy, and we chatted, and he taught me how to chess.” You explain.
“A guy? What guy?” Nikolai frowns. Could it be Ivan? That is a little impossible because Ivan got off at Moscow yesterday. Unless he was bullshitting—which is more likely—then it is plausible that you were talking with Ivan. However, you look like you are not disturbed compared to when Ivan was being a creep back in the train.
Pushkin? Hell no. That guy looks suspicious from the get-go. You know better than to talk to him freely.
“Kolya, don’t get angry, but…” You grimace, munching the doughnut. “I forgot to ask his name.”
“It’s great that you didn’t know his name. I might have sought him and killed him in front of you.”
“Yeah. Wait, what are you saying?”
“I’m saying that I’ll kill people.”
“Nikolai, that’s not nice. Why don’t we just work together in a convenience store? You’re so strong and so muscular, you can carry two boxes at once!”
Nikolai makes a disgusted face, shaking his head. “Do you know how much money I can get from doing one dirty job? More than a monthly salary as a cashier, that’s for sure. And thanks for the compliment, yes, I did notice that.”
“Hey, doesn’t that mean you can actually give me more cash for something to eat?” You grunt, pointing your finger at his face, almost touching his nose. “You’re stingy with money. Bad boy.”
He glances at it before he smirks and licks your finger.
“H-Hey!”
You retract your hand quickly, looking at him in disbelief. He giggles, resting his chin on his hand that is propped on the table. “Come on. What’s that face for? I literally lick your pu—”
“S-Shut up…!”
“And you literally squeezed my head with your thighs—”
“Nikolai Gogol!”
“You also locked my whole ass when I was—”
Immediately, you grab his face, pulling him close before you slam your lips on his.
It works.
Eyes widen, frozen. You shut him up successfully.
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Night has been the time when you look forward to the most ever since Nikolai took you in.
You used to not really get excited when the moon went up in the sky. Mostly it was because of your old job. But then, Nikolai came into the picture.
He used to leave for ‘work’ during the post-midnight hours—you looked forward to watching him getting ready for whatever Viktor told him to do hours before.
Olga used to hold you back for the late-night shift—so you looked forward to the moment he came to fetch you home.
The couch in the living room used to be his bed, until he warmed up to you—you looked forward to the hour he got onto the same bed, lying next to you.
And for (very obvious) reasons undeniable to your heart, you are also looking forward for tonight.
There is no promise being made, though. No plans were being suggested. He did not even bring it up when you were submerged in the bathtub with him this morning. He really just cleaned you up and sat in peace with you in the water mixed with cheap soap—though he made multiple inappropriate touches on your body occasionally.
But when the sun goes down, your mind creeps into its dark corner, repeating events that happened last night. You had felt you were getting nervous when you left the hypermarket with him, and realised that it was getting dark. You stole glances at him, secretly hoping that he would start the move first. At some point, you tried to hint at something by squeezing his arm harder, but of course, he just looked at you with his adorable eyes.
It kinda baffles you that a man in his 30s can look cute like that. Or maybe love is blind.
“Why am I acting like this…” You mutter to yourself, bringing your knees close to your body. You have been hiding in the laundry room—your first-ever safe room in this house—because your thoughts are getting a little overwhelming. Maybe you have lost your mind when you felt something was ignited within you just because you saw him rolling his sleeves up to unload bottles of drinks into the fridge.
“Okay. Okay, stay normal. Stay good, me.” You tap your own cheeks before you lift yourself to finally get out of the room. However, your body is barely up when you suddenly hear his faint voice calling your name.
“Hey~ where are you~?”
You freeze, mouth immediately pressed together to keep quiet. You return to sit on the floor, watching the door and hearing his voice from the outside.
“I know you’re there~” Nikolai chimes, and he sounds a little close. He is probably in the kitchen now. “Boo! Huh? No?”
Did he just try to spook you wherever he thought you were hiding? The confidence is quite funny.
“Hey! Where are you? Are you running away from me?” His voice echoes in the house again. You find yourself flinching at his sudden loud yell, despite the fact that there is no anger in his tone. He does sound a little annoyed though.
You do not want to make him pissed—although seeing him reacting to your naughtiness has been one of your favourite things to do—so you finally get up from the floor. But you hesitate again when his sudden silence sends an alarm to your head and chills all over your skin.
Why is he quiet? Is he angry?
You slowly open the door and peek outside, only to find that your surroundings are empty. You thread nervously to the living room, eyes still looking back and ahead, trying to seek him. But the jester disappears into thin air, it seems. Like magic.
“Hey.”
Calm voice. But it sounds so close.
“I also love a little cat and mouse game.”
Behind—?
You turn your head around, surprised to see Nikolai standing right behind you. You could not even process what happened—when did he appear, because you swear he is not behind you—as he hugs you from behind, arms holding you close.
“Aah—!”
“You know, little dove? This isn’t my first rodeo.” He says right beside your ear. “You enjoyed it too, huh? Otherwise, you wouldn’t be that quiet. I knew you’re in there—the closed door is enough of an answer. You could’ve just yelled ‘Come and fetch me’, and we could have a lot of fun.”
“Did you wish I had come after you like this when I kidnapped you? Hm? You know if you wanted to get chased, you could’ve just told me.” His lips brush over your neck. “I can set the stage for you. Where is it? The forest? The dark street of Peters? A haunted house? I have my favourite too, if you’d like that.”
You shudder, whining as you try to wiggle your way out. Nikolai chuckles, clearly enjoying his torment over you. He finally lets go of you, and you quickly move away from him, hands clutching your heart.
“Poor girl.” He grins, despite his words holding no sincerity. He sits down on the sofa, legs spread, one arm over the cushions and the other rests down. He pats his thigh, and you shyly place yourself on him, holding him. He smiles, tracing his knuckles over your face. “Why were you hiding, love? Are you scared of me?”
“No… Not at all. I just… It’s uh… I couldn’t think straight so I just— I’m kinda finding my comfort there.”
“So I’m no longer a comfort for you?”
You quickly shake your head. “That’s literally not what I meant. I just… If I tell you, you’re gonna ridicule me, and mock me, and bully me, and—”
“Oh my, someone’s a little angry at me.” He cackles. “I’m not gonna do that, sweetheart. But I like that face of yours when you’re all sulky. Makes me want to eat you up.” He kisses your forehead as a tiny apology. “So? What is it?”
You stare hard at his chest before you nervously look into his eyes. But you find yourself averting your own a little too quickly. “I just… I can’t stop thinking about it.”
He stays silent.
You cling your arms around his neck, sheepishly gaze at him. “Can we… do it again? If it’s not tonight, it’s okay too. Maybe someday, we do it..?”
“What ‘it’?”
“Y-You know what I mean, Nikolai…”
“Mm-mm, I don’t understand you if you keep being vague, dolly.” He smirks, full on intention. And he does not even bother to hide his faux confusion. Nikolai’s hand squeezes your side a little harder. “Speak clearly.”
Truthfully, he is quite interested in whatever synonym you might come up with just to avoid the word ‘sex’. You have a quirk in being out of pocket at times. Who knows, maybe your lascivious mind can create a fun, innovative word. A regular synonym works too—lovemaking, devil’s tango, intercourse—shit, he can even expect you to say ‘mating’.
“Kolya…”
“Yes?” Oh, I’m so excited to hear it.
“C-Can— Can you f-fuck me?”
His brain just explodes, probably. The wires in his neurons are shut down. Nikolai lets out a breathy chuckle before he cups your face, bringing you close.
“I think,” He softly kisses your lips. “I’m starting to get obsessed with you.”
He kisses you again, deeper this time. His tongue slides between your teeth, tangling with yours. He crawls his hands all over your body, groping your chest before he grips your hips, moving them back and forth against his hardening boner.
Your moan shatters out from your throat, before you break the kiss, holding his face. Nikolai is already blushing hard, eyes dark and sharp on you. You bite your lips, humping his clothed dick as he continues to pepper his kisses on your neck, tickling your erogenous spots. His hands are roaming all over your body, already slipping into your shirt, massaging everything under.
“Kolya…” You whisper his name softly, beside his ear, as your hands travel down his body, touching and feeling the muscles that shape his figure before you tug on the waistband of his sweatpants. Your fingers slip inside his shirt, tracing soft hairs leading downward.
“Ooh… f-fuck…” He hisses. Through his hazy gaze, he looks at you and tugs on your shorts. “Take these all off, baby.”
“O-Okay…” You move to the side a little bit, just enough for you to take off your shorts, revealing your light blue panties—adorned with scattered navy tiny hearts. Nikolai stares for more than necessary—he remembers buying that for you when you begged him for extra clothes during your hostage period.
“Mm, is she excited yet?” He teases, running his knuckle against the middle of your panties. You let out a small yelp out of surprise before your movement hastens. Nikolai looks up, finally seeing that you are also taking off your shirt—he did not tell you to do so, but he will not be telling you to stop now.
More for his eyes to feast.
“Aren’t you a cute girl?” He smirks, pulling you by your hips to sit on him again. He leans forward, giving a soft kiss on the mound of your breast. With a gentle guide, he thrusts up slightly to adjust his position, letting his boner meet your pussy. He shamelessly moans your name, placing his mouth on your neck again to kiss more.
You whine softly, humping him. You hold his face, pulling him away from your neck, just to kiss his lips. A delighted groan thunders from his throat, enjoying that you are getting encouraged to initiate things now. Your hands travel from his face to his hair, before you move them down his body to shyly palm his dick through his pants. He is already hard—a clear tent.
Nikolai breaks the kiss, staring at you with a naughty grin. “You want it, baby?”
“Mm-hm…”
“Use me, then.” He kisses your lips briefly. “I’m all yours.”
Heat broils deep within you, burning all over your skin. You tug his waistband down, and he helps by lifting his hips for you. Hasty and excited, your effort sends warmth right into his head. Nikolai starts to breathe a little heavier, already flushing like crazy. Sweat forms on his skin as he keeps swallowing his own saliva—an attempt to satiate, especially when your fingers are wrapping around his girth, jerking him.
“Fuck…!” He moans loudly, throwing his head back. With his sweaty neck in your view, you bravely kiss his neck and give tiny licks on his skin. Your hand diligently strokes him, already slick with his arousal. Nikolai chuckles breathily, one hand on the back of your head as his other hand gropes your ass. He moves his hand from your ass to touch your pussy, teasing your sensitive clit. Already, your panties are wet.
He pushes the fabric to the side, and his hand that is on the back of your head pulls on your hair, breaking your lips from nibbling his skin. “Come on, little dove, you’re killing me here.” He begs. A hint of shyness is still on your face as you nod and adjust yourself above him. With a slight shakiness, you lower yourself down on his cock, filling your inside.
“A-Aanh…!”
Nikolai curses under his breath, holding your body close as his cock is buried deep inside your cunt. You are already moving, grinding your hips desperately. He whimpers slightly, biting his lips as his hazy eyes watch how your pussy is taking him in every time you bounce on his dick.
Kisses exchanged, and both of your lusts are rushing up—exhilarating. Your moans are getting louder, accompanied by his own lewd noises. He keeps inciting you, hands all over your body. You whimper; your movement is staggering. Nikolai chuckles, one hand slips down to rub your clit, inciting you.
“Come on, dolly. Be a good girl for me,” He smooches your skin, his grin broadens as he watches you move again, putting the work to reach your climax. “There…” He puts a little more pressure on your bundle of nerves, as another hand guides your hips. “There you go, atta girl.”
“Aah…! Hmm…!” You whine, pelvis trembles as your move hastens. Your body feels incredibly warm inside, and you sweat profusely, tremoring with overwhelming pleasure. “Haa—! K-Kolya— Aah~!” You wrap your arms around him tightly, practically pulling him close to you as your body stills on top of him. Your thighs quiver as your mushy walls contract around his dick.
Nikolai lifts his face—almost suffocated on your cleavage, although such a death is not a bad choice—and cackles as he watches you through your climax. Your body is warm, moulded perfectly for him to embrace.
“Kolya— Ah!” You yelp again when he suddenly hooks both of your thighs with his arms, quickly laying you down on the sofa. His dick slips out, but he hurries to slide back in, making you whimper at the slight sting out of the sensitiveness in your core. Your body arches as his hand slithers from your pussy to your tummy, up to your chest and wraps nicely around your neck. He tightens his grip, bringing his lips down to your ear. You moan in bliss.
“Don’t sleep now, little dove. I need you to keep up with me.”
Synopsis: Atsumu Miya was loud, annoying, and completely insufferable—at least, that’s what you told yourself.
Between constant arguments, teasing, and chaotic banter, the two of you couldn’t seem to stay away from each other. But somewhere along the way, his words began to soften, his actions started to linger, and the space between irritation and affection blurred.
You didn’t notice when it happened and maybe… falling for him was never the problem.
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Warnings: profanities
Fluff, and very cornball highschool set up.
It all started when you transferred to Inarizaki High. You were nothing but a loud girl with a bright personality.
In your head, you’d always say, being quiet all the time might hold you back from what you can do. Hence, you talked—a lot.
You were a chatterbox. Apparently, the whole class liked you… except for Atsumu Miya.
Oh, that loud guy.
You hated his guts because he just wouldn’t give up on the back-and-forth you’d been having ever since the day you two were paired for a pop quiz. How unfortunate.
You were trying to focus on answering, but Atsumu just wouldn’t stop talking. You knew you were a chatterbox yourself—but not when you had something important to do.
A small gasp escaped your lips when you accidentally wrote down what he was saying instead of the correct answer.
In a quiz where erasures weren’t allowed.
“Atsumu, you stupid ass,” you muttered.
“Huh? What did I do?” he replied, completely clueless.
Maybe he was just trying to get your attention.
And you didn’t know.
You didn’t know that he liked you.
In a way that made Osamu question if Atsumu was even his real brother—because somehow, Atsumu knew more about you than he did about him.
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(GC: Trio)
@Osam_ux: Why the hell is there a small cheesecake in the fridge, @TheBettertwin?
@TheBettertwin: It’s Y/n’s favorite. Any complaints? 🤨
@Osam_ux: How do you even know that? You don’t even know my favorite food.
@Sunarin: You’re a fucking glutton, Samu. Even I’d get confused about what the hell you like.
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And just like that, the next day, Atsumu ate the cheesecake right in front of you, deliberately pushing your buttons.
Oh, the lengths he goes to just to annoy you.
There was this one time when the two of you were assigned to clean the classroom after dismissal, along with a few other classmates.
“Why are you here? Can’t you just sweep the other side?” you clicked your tongue as you wiped the chalkboard.
“What? You’re the dirt here,” he shot back, lightly smacking your arm with the broom.
“Oh, you little—” You threw the chalkboard eraser at him. The moment it hit, a cloud of chalk dust puffed into the air.
He only burst out laughing as you snapped in irritation—only to be humiliated the next second when your classmates suddenly started teasing the two of you.
“Ew!” you feigned disgust, stepping back as Atsumu only moved closer with a cheeky grin.
“C’mon, baby,” he teased. “Aren’t we cute like they said? I’m not that bad!”
Oh, you swore—
You gagged.
There was also this one time during lunch. You were eating at your desk, quietly chatting with a classmate.
From the other side of the classroom, you could hear Atsumu talking—loudly—with Suna and Osamu.
“You’re so loud, Atsumu,” you called out.
“You really couldn’t resist me, huh?” he shot back, turning to you.
“I can literally smell your morning breath from here. Just shut up.”
Banter here, banter there—you never knew that his real intention was simply to interact with you.
And surprisingly?
Banter was the most authentic way to make you melt.
Because at the back of your mind, the way he worded things actually made you feel… happy. You found him funny, and somehow, that softened you.
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@Sunarin: This is your chance to voice out your thoughts about @Y/n.
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@TheBettertwin: why do u have to make me suffer
@Sunarin: I didn’t even mention you? 🤨🤨🤨
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@TheBettertwin: @SunaRin HEY DELETE THAT
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When you saw that message, it made you giggle—only for you to stop mid-sentence as a realization suddenly hit you.
Oh no.
You’re not falling… are you?
Atsumu was so stupid in your eyes. You could clearly remember how, every time you looked at him during math class, he’d be slumped over his desk, drooling in his sleep.
So stupid that you just wanted to strangle him whenever he looked at you with that annoyingly teasing expression.
And gods… you hadn’t even recognized the affection in his eyes yet whenever he tried to piss you off.
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📍— Y/N
@Y/n: hey, can you shut the fuck up? I can hear you snickering with Suna from ten seats away.
@TheBettertwin: You always notice the bad things about me. Don’t you wanna see how hot I am?
@Y/n: how the hell would I not notice when your stupidity is brighter than daylight
@TheBettertwin: Whatever you say, pretty ❤️
[Delivered 1:00 PM]
@TheBettertwin: ☹️☹️☹️
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📍— Y/N (monday)
@TheBettertwin: My pretty girl🥰🥰
@TheBettertwin: HEY you literally walked in fromt of me and you ignored me :((
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📍— Y/N (Tuesday)
@Y/n: why is there coffee on my desk? our classmate said it was you who placed it.
@TheBettertwin: so you’d be motivated to see me, pretty 🥰
@Y/n: I think I’ll just buy milk instead.
@TheBettertwin: THAT WAS MY LAST 20¥ HEY.
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Your eyes softened slightly at his last message before you quietly took a sip of the coffee, trying to suppress the smile threatening to creep onto your lips.
Oh, you needed to calm down.
He was just ten seats away from you.
While you were sipping, you glanced at his seat—only to find him already looking at you.
He wasn’t even trying to hide it.
And it happened often.
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📍— Y/N (Thursday)
@TheBettertwin: Good morning, pretty girl 🥰
@Y/n: this is not a good morning
@TheBettertwin: don’t you feel guilty for breaking my heart every day?
@Y/n: I feel glad.
@TheBettertwin: ☹️☹️☹️
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📍— Y/N (Friday)
@TheBettertwin: you left your handkerchief, pretty ❤️
@Y/n: where?
@TheBettertwin: give me a kiss first 😘
@Y/n: gross. I’m not retrieving that anymore
@TheBettertwin: ☹️
@TheBettertwin: but seriously, why does your handkerchief have teddy bear designs?
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You didn’t reply after his last message. What you didn’t expect, though, was that he would come and return it himself.
By lunchtime, he was sitting in front of your desk.
“You like cute things?” Atsumu teased as he slid your handkerchief onto your desk.
“So what?” You rolled your eyes, slipping it back into your bag.
“Where’s my kiss, pretty?” he teased.
“Ew, what the fuck. Get out of my sight, Atsumu. You’re ruining my lunchtime.”
“Oh, really?” Atsumu chuckled, watching your reaction closely.
“If you don’t stop, I’ll poke your eyes out with a chopstick,” you said as you pulled out your lunchbox.
“Will you just go?” you clicked your tongue, and he finally gave in—though he still replied teasingly before standing up.
“Woah, okay, pretty,” Atsumu said with a grin as he went back to his seat.
He returned to Suna and Osamu, who both looked thoroughly done with him—clearly embarrassed by his antics over you.
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@Class_President: Good morning, everyone! The sports festival is coming soon! It’s time to show your talent, have fun, and enjoy the event!
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@TheBettertwin: 😈😈😈
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@SunaRin: here he goes again with his disability with no cure
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@Osam_ux: LMAO
@SunaRin: @Y/n, Atsumu is looking for your good luck message
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@TheBettertwin: SUNA
@SunaRin: lol
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Sports festival day
@Y/n: good luck to everyone participating in the sports fest!
@SunaRin (replied to @Y/n): @TheBettertwin
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As the sports festival began, a variety of food booths were scattered around the campus, making the whole place feel lively and vibrant.
The volleyball match wouldn’t start until later, and you hadn’t seen Atsumu all day.
He’s probably training.
As you walked around, your eyes landed on the onigiri booth—and you decided you wanted to try it.
But to your surprise… Osamu Miya was the vendor.
“Oh, are you looking for Tsumu?” he asked casually.
Before you could even react, Osamu had already called him.
And that’s how it went for the entire morning and afternoon—you and Atsumu stuck together as you explored the booths.
And throughout it all, the two of you argued like a married couple.
Now, the two of you sat on a bench, Atsumu gently fanning you while you ate your tanghulu.
“Mhm,” you hummed softly to yourself as you savored the flavor.
And Atsumu? He just stared at you—ever so lovingly—while continuing to fan you.
It was like he wanted to punch Osamu out of pure cuteness aggression.
Oh. Wow.
“Aren’t you supposed to be training?” you asked quietly.
“But I’m already an athlete. This sports event isn’t as serious as a real match,” he chuckled.
You quietly realized something as your gaze dropped to the ground.
He hasn’t called me pretty today…
“What is it?” Atsumu tilted his head slightly, trying to get a better look at your faint pout.
“Uh—uhm.”
“Do I not look good today?” you asked.
“Hm?” he chuckled.
“You look nice. What, are you fishing for compliments now? Or do you just want me to call you pretty girl?”
You only rolled your eyes, as you often did—but your cheeks flushed a deep crimson, and you could feel the heat spreading.
“Oh, you’re turning red,” he chuckled, gently fanning you again.
“If I win this… would you let me court you?”
You could only huff in response. “Then win first,” you teased back.
And then, he actually won the game—for you.
Atsumu claimed he wasn’t serious about the match, but oh… he was.
You met up quietly in the backyard. He wore a tired smirk when he spotted you holding a water bottle for him.
“That’s for me? Thank you, pretty,” he said as you handed it over.
“You really stink, Tsumu,” you replied.
“What? I changed clothes!” Atsumu defended, before glancing down at you with a smug look.
“So… I won.”
“Okay? Congrats?” you said, feeling your cheeks heat up as he only cackled.
He huffed and pulled you closer by your shoulder, holding you tight. You whined at the contact because of his sweat, but he didn’t seem to care at all.
Gods… your dignity.
As promised, you let him court you.
You still argued a lot in class—mostly because he was being annoying on purpose.
But he did that so people would keep teasing the two of you. He liked it when others rooted for you both. It was nice… and very cliché of him.
But if the opposite happened?
Oh, he took matters into his own hands.
There was this one time when your class collaborated with another for a group project. In the middle of it, your classmates started teasing you with another guy—just harmless banter.
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@TheBettertwin: oi, stop shipping her with random guys. y’all are literally contributing nothing to the country
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And then came a day when you were completely exhausted.
It had been a long one—club activities ran late, and you ended up leaving much later than usual.
Atsumu, who had also just finished volleyball practice, spotted you walking alone.
Without a word, he ditched Suna and Osamu.
“Is that the girl he’s been talking about?” Aran asked, glancing at the two.
Suna and Osamu begrudgingly nodded.
Meanwhile, Atsumu had already approached you.
“Hey,” he said softly, gently patting your head.
“You’re late,” you said quietly.
“I’m sorry. But I’m here now, right?” he replied. “Come on, I’ll take you to that ramen shop you’ve been wanting to try.”
You watched as he took your bag and draped his jacket over your shoulders—the one he wore for volleyball.
“I didn’t wear that the whole day, so no sweat,” he teased lightly, watching as you practically drowned in his clothes.
Even though they hadn’t moved yet, his friends lingered nearby on the sidelines—but Atsumu didn’t seem to care.
Once you were settled, the two of you walked side by side in comfortable silence.
And falling for Atsumu didn’t feel so bad after all.
Synopsis: Atsumu Miya was loud, annoying, and completely insufferable—at least, that’s what you told yourself.
Between constant arguments, teasing, and chaotic banter, the two of you couldn’t seem to stay away from each other. But somewhere along the way, his words began to soften, his actions started to linger, and the space between irritation and affection blurred.
You didn’t notice when it happened and maybe… falling for him was never the problem.
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Warnings: profanities
Fluff, and very cornball highschool set up.
It all started when you transferred to Inarizaki High. You were nothing but a loud girl with a bright personality.
In your head, you’d always say, being quiet all the time might hold you back from what you can do. Hence, you talked—a lot.
You were a chatterbox. Apparently, the whole class liked you… except for Atsumu Miya.
Oh, that loud guy.
You hated his guts because he just wouldn’t give up on the back-and-forth you’d been having ever since the day you two were paired for a pop quiz. How unfortunate.
You were trying to focus on answering, but Atsumu just wouldn’t stop talking. You knew you were a chatterbox yourself—but not when you had something important to do.
A small gasp escaped your lips when you accidentally wrote down what he was saying instead of the correct answer.
In a quiz where erasures weren’t allowed.
“Atsumu, you stupid ass,” you muttered.
“Huh? What did I do?” he replied, completely clueless.
Maybe he was just trying to get your attention.
And you didn’t know.
You didn’t know that he liked you.
In a way that made Osamu question if Atsumu was even his real brother—because somehow, Atsumu knew more about you than he did about him.
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(GC: Trio)
@Osam_ux: Why the hell is there a small cheesecake in the fridge, @TheBettertwin?
@TheBettertwin: It’s Y/n’s favorite. Any complaints? 🤨
@Osam_ux: How do you even know that? You don’t even know my favorite food.
@Sunarin: You’re a fucking glutton, Samu. Even I’d get confused about what the hell you like.
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And just like that, the next day, Atsumu ate the cheesecake right in front of you, deliberately pushing your buttons.
Oh, the lengths he goes to just to annoy you.
There was this one time when the two of you were assigned to clean the classroom after dismissal, along with a few other classmates.
“Why are you here? Can’t you just sweep the other side?” you clicked your tongue as you wiped the chalkboard.
“What? You’re the dirt here,” he shot back, lightly smacking your arm with the broom.
“Oh, you little—” You threw the chalkboard eraser at him. The moment it hit, a cloud of chalk dust puffed into the air.
He only burst out laughing as you snapped in irritation—only to be humiliated the next second when your classmates suddenly started teasing the two of you.
“Ew!” you feigned disgust, stepping back as Atsumu only moved closer with a cheeky grin.
“C’mon, baby,” he teased. “Aren’t we cute like they said? I’m not that bad!”
Oh, you swore—
You gagged.
There was also this one time during lunch. You were eating at your desk, quietly chatting with a classmate.
From the other side of the classroom, you could hear Atsumu talking—loudly—with Suna and Osamu.
“You’re so loud, Atsumu,” you called out.
“You really couldn’t resist me, huh?” he shot back, turning to you.
“I can literally smell your morning breath from here. Just shut up.”
Banter here, banter there—you never knew that his real intention was simply to interact with you.
And surprisingly?
Banter was the most authentic way to make you melt.
Because at the back of your mind, the way he worded things actually made you feel… happy. You found him funny, and somehow, that softened you.
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@Class_President: Good morning, everyone! Exam season is finally here! Are you ready for the upcoming month of sleepless nights and stressful days? Worry not, because the student council will soon host a podcast that will be airing shortly! Stay tuned for updates, and visit [link] to share your thoughts about your struggles!
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@Sunarin: This is your chance to voice out your thoughts about @Y/n.
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@TheBettertwin: why do u have to make me suffer
@Sunarin: I didn’t even mention you? 🤨🤨🤨
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@TheBettertwin: @SunaRin HEY DELETE THAT
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When you saw that message, it made you giggle—only for you to stop mid-sentence as a realization suddenly hit you.
Oh no.
You’re not falling… are you?
Atsumu was so stupid in your eyes. You could clearly remember how, every time you looked at him during math class, he’d be slumped over his desk, drooling in his sleep.
So stupid that you just wanted to strangle him whenever he looked at you with that annoyingly teasing expression.
And gods… you hadn’t even recognized the affection in his eyes yet whenever he tried to piss you off.
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📍— Y/N
@Y/n: hey, can you shut the fuck up? I can hear you snickering with Suna from ten seats away.
@TheBettertwin: You always notice the bad things about me. Don’t you wanna see how hot I am?
@Y/n: how the hell would I not notice when your stupidity is brighter than daylight
@TheBettertwin: Whatever you say, pretty ❤️
[Delivered 1:00 PM]
@TheBettertwin: ☹️☹️☹️
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📍— Y/N (monday)
@TheBettertwin: My pretty girl🥰🥰
@TheBettertwin: HEY you literally walked in fromt of me and you ignored me :((
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📍— Y/N (Tuesday)
@Y/n: why is there coffee on my desk? our classmate said it was you who placed it.
@TheBettertwin: so you’d be motivated to see me, pretty 🥰
@Y/n: I think I’ll just buy milk instead.
@TheBettertwin: THAT WAS MY LAST 20¥ HEY.
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Your eyes softened slightly at his last message before you quietly took a sip of the coffee, trying to suppress the smile threatening to creep onto your lips.
Oh, you needed to calm down.
He was just ten seats away from you.
While you were sipping, you glanced at his seat—only to find him already looking at you.
He wasn’t even trying to hide it.
And it happened often.
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📍— Y/N (Thursday)
@TheBettertwin: Good morning, pretty girl 🥰
@Y/n: this is not a good morning
@TheBettertwin: don’t you feel guilty for breaking my heart every day?
@Y/n: I feel glad.
@TheBettertwin: ☹️☹️☹️
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📍— Y/N (Friday)
@TheBettertwin: you left your handkerchief, pretty ❤️
@Y/n: where?
@TheBettertwin: give me a kiss first 😘
@Y/n: gross. I’m not retrieving that anymore
@TheBettertwin: ☹️
@TheBettertwin: but seriously, why does your handkerchief have teddy bear designs?
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You didn’t reply after his last message. What you didn’t expect, though, was that he would come and return it himself.
By lunchtime, he was sitting in front of your desk.
“You like cute things?” Atsumu teased as he slid your handkerchief onto your desk.
“So what?” You rolled your eyes, slipping it back into your bag.
“Where’s my kiss, pretty?” he teased.
“Ew, what the fuck. Get out of my sight, Atsumu. You’re ruining my lunchtime.”
“Oh, really?” Atsumu chuckled, watching your reaction closely.
“If you don’t stop, I’ll poke your eyes out with a chopstick,” you said as you pulled out your lunchbox.
“Will you just go?” you clicked your tongue, and he finally gave in—though he still replied teasingly before standing up.
“Woah, okay, pretty,” Atsumu said with a grin as he went back to his seat.
He returned to Suna and Osamu, who both looked thoroughly done with him—clearly embarrassed by his antics over you.
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@Class_President: Good morning, everyone! The sports festival is coming soon! It’s time to show your talent, have fun, and enjoy the event!
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@TheBettertwin: 😈😈😈
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@SunaRin: here he goes again with his disability with no cure
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@Osam_ux: LMAO
@SunaRin: @Y/n, Atsumu is looking for your good luck message
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@TheBettertwin: SUNA
@SunaRin: lol
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Sports festival day
@Y/n: good luck to everyone participating in the sports fest!
@SunaRin (replied to @Y/n): @TheBettertwin
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As the sports festival began, a variety of food booths were scattered around the campus, making the whole place feel lively and vibrant.
The volleyball match wouldn’t start until later, and you hadn’t seen Atsumu all day.
He’s probably training.
As you walked around, your eyes landed on the onigiri booth—and you decided you wanted to try it.
But to your surprise… Osamu Miya was the vendor.
“Oh, are you looking for Tsumu?” he asked casually.
Before you could even react, Osamu had already called him.
And that’s how it went for the entire morning and afternoon—you and Atsumu stuck together as you explored the booths.
And throughout it all, the two of you argued like a married couple.
Now, the two of you sat on a bench, Atsumu gently fanning you while you ate your tanghulu.
“Mhm,” you hummed softly to yourself as you savored the flavor.
And Atsumu? He just stared at you—ever so lovingly—while continuing to fan you.
It was like he wanted to punch Osamu out of pure cuteness aggression.
Oh. Wow.
“Aren’t you supposed to be training?” you asked quietly.
“But I’m already an athlete. This sports event isn’t as serious as a real match,” he chuckled.
You quietly realized something as your gaze dropped to the ground.
He hasn’t called me pretty today…
“What is it?” Atsumu tilted his head slightly, trying to get a better look at your faint pout.
“Uh—uhm.”
“Do I not look good today?” you asked.
“Hm?” he chuckled.
“You look nice. What, are you fishing for compliments now? Or do you just want me to call you pretty girl?”
You only rolled your eyes, as you often did—but your cheeks flushed a deep crimson, and you could feel the heat spreading.
“Oh, you’re turning red,” he chuckled, gently fanning you again.
“If I win this… would you let me court you?”
You could only huff in response. “Then win first,” you teased back.
And then, he actually won the game—for you.
Atsumu claimed he wasn’t serious about the match, but oh… he was.
You met up quietly in the backyard. He wore a tired smirk when he spotted you holding a water bottle for him.
“That’s for me? Thank you, pretty,” he said as you handed it over.
“You really stink, Tsumu,” you replied.
“What? I changed clothes!” Atsumu defended, before glancing down at you with a smug look.
“So… I won.”
“Okay? Congrats?” you said, feeling your cheeks heat up as he only cackled.
He huffed and pulled you closer by your shoulder, holding you tight. You whined at the contact because of his sweat, but he didn’t seem to care at all.
Gods… your dignity.
As promised, you let him court you.
You still argued a lot in class—mostly because he was being annoying on purpose.
But he did that so people would keep teasing the two of you. He liked it when others rooted for you both. It was nice… and very cliché of him.
But if the opposite happened?
Oh, he took matters into his own hands.
There was this one time when your class collaborated with another for a group project. In the middle of it, your classmates started teasing you with another guy—just harmless banter.
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@TheBettertwin: oi, stop shipping her with random guys. y’all are literally contributing nothing to the country
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And then came a day when you were completely exhausted.
It had been a long one—club activities ran late, and you ended up leaving much later than usual.
Atsumu, who had also just finished volleyball practice, spotted you walking alone.
Without a word, he ditched Suna and Osamu.
“Is that the girl he’s been talking about?” Aran asked, glancing at the two.
Suna and Osamu begrudgingly nodded.
Meanwhile, Atsumu had already approached you.
“Hey,” he said softly, gently patting your head.
“You’re late,” you said quietly.
“I’m sorry. But I’m here now, right?” he replied. “Come on, I’ll take you to that ramen shop you’ve been wanting to try.”
You watched as he took your bag and draped his jacket over your shoulders—the one he wore for volleyball.
“I didn’t wear that the whole day, so no sweat,” he teased lightly, watching as you practically drowned in his clothes.
Even though they hadn’t moved yet, his friends lingered nearby on the sidelines—but Atsumu didn’t seem to care.
Once you were settled, the two of you walked side by side in comfortable silence.
And falling for Atsumu didn’t feel so bad after all.
alhaitham x reader
⤀ synopsis: a year older, and none the wiser… doesn’t the birthday boy know not to mix his alcohol ? as alhaitham grows incessantly needy, he sneaks you away for a quickie behind the tavern
⤀ cw: fem!reader, established relationship, drunk sex (more of a buzz + consensual), unprotected + rough sex, fingering, creampie, exhibitionism (against the wall outside the tavern), very sweet — mdni || ꒰ 2.6k wc ꒱
⤀ notes: happy birthday to the loml ! ♡ changed a few bits here and there, but overall a repost from my previous blog although it surprisingly fits the description of his 2026 birthday art lol !!!
10 minutes before the clock strikes twelve, Alhaitham takes note as you slip away from his side with a quick kiss to his cheek, promising to return in haste. 2 minutes before the clock strikes twelve, you return with a round of shots for the table—Snezhnayan firewater, of course.
“And an extra for the birthday boy,” you tease, sliding the remaining glass towards your ashen-haired boyfriend.
And thus, at midnight of his birthday, Alhaitham takes two shots of firewater—and in the 10 minutes it takes for the liquor to mix with the wine already in his system, he realizes that his wisdom has yet to catch up with his age. Because despite turning a year older, he feels none the wiser when you sidle up to him so nonchalantly, as if every brush of your bare skin on his, isn’t crackling with electricity that makes his hairs stand on end. As if he doesn’t wish to drag his tongue and teeth down the curvature of your neck and shoulders. As if you were not the direct cause of the lecherous, alcohol-induced thoughts forming in his head or the tightness quickly growing in his pants.
Beneath the table, he reaches for your hand, intertwining your fingers in his. You smile into the rim of your drink; Alhaitham has always been clingier in private, and even more so with a drink or three in him. Leaning over, you rest your head on his broad shoulder, turning just a smidgen to press a kiss into the mottled flush of his skin, but it only makes the throbbing worse.
Maybe—no—it was definitely due to the influence of that firewater, but it’s a thrum like no other. He cannot think, he cannot will it away, he cannot ignore it. Frustrated, he squeezes your hand, just a semblance of a warning before guiding you to his crotch, showing you just what you’ve done. I need you, his actions say, coughing to stifle the grunt that escapes when you inadvertently palm him through his pants.
You blink, eyes wide in revelation as you purse your lips to hide the little smile fighting to break free. Oh.
Warmth too, stirs at your core, and you swear it must be infectious by mere proximity alone, yet you suppress the restless urge to shift in your seat, the tips of your shoes scraping along the tavern floor as you uncross your legs, before crossing them together again. Your friends will surely forgive the sudden departure—especially if it's in the best interest of tonight's guest of honor—though it's suffice to say that any excuse would, unfortunately, still be painstakingly obvious.
Still, you simply cannot ignore the dire situation before you, turning instead to face your lover, with a look of faux concern glinting playfully in your eyes.
“Haitham,” you quip, the back of your hand pressed gently against the high of his cheek. “You look a bit feverish. Why don't we go out for some air...”
Though really, it’s he who’s dragging you out the back door of the tavern, where you’re immediately herded until your back is pressed flat against the wall, and your lover’s lips find their place firmly against your own, the lingering notes of wine still apparent on his tongue as you follow his lead. He’s bolder than usual, uncaring of who might turn the corner, and hungrier in his kisses, biting, tugging at your lip for an audience with your tongue, entitled in the way he steals the breath from right out of your lungs, as if it were his air to breathe in the first place. Perhaps it’s the alcohol, treating his veins like marionette strings, but you’ve lit a fever in his belly and he’s resolute to soothe the heat fogging in his head.
You’re no better as your nails graze down his chest, one hand scrambling to undo his pants, while the other slips beneath the opening, working along the hard length of his cock, pumping his shaft, and glossing over the leaking tip until he bucks into your fist, groaning, because a handjob just isn’t enough.
The grip on your waist tightens—pulling you in, ever closer until your hips are aligned, and you can feel how his standing erection rubs against your belly, wordlessly asking for something more. One of his hands roams further down: smoothing over every curve your body offers, but only settling upon the underside of your thigh, slowly oscillating up and down over your tender flesh. It’s not long before you feel his touch slide higher, up past the edges of your skirt, fingers hooked between the waistband of your panties.
Elegant, romantic… Alhaitham knows you’re well versed in his preference of lingerie, knows that he could quite confidently, recognize each pair by touch alone… and so he notices when something feels different—the pattern alien to the very fingertips that have traced and memorized the details of every piece you own. And though the alcohol has burned through the last remnants of his inhibitions, the pleasant buzz in his veins surges anew, and the lace material shifts as he feeds into his earthly desires—tugging the flimsy cloth down just an inch, then pausing as if to ask permission before tearing the little thing apart.
“Are these new?”
You whine at the halt in his movements, wriggling and grinding your hips so that maybe he’d get the hint to touch you again. “Was supposed to be a surprise,” you breathe.
And though he has yet to lay eyes on your salaciously thoughtful gesture, Alhaitham hums low in his throat, delighted. “Then I can’t wait to unwrap you later,” he whispers into your ear, trailing wet kisses down the sides of your neck, and leaving you to shiver in his wake.
Alhaitham is not a frugal man by any means, but he’d never let a gift like that go to waste… so he’ll try to be careful, he tells himself, for he dares not make it a promise. Between the alcohol swirling in his head, and your familiarly pavlovian scent, there lies a nebulous cloud of lust and want, blowing air directly into the heart of the fire, urgently demanding him to quell the almost painful erection that threatens his good sense.
Still though, he tries—willing himself to untangle his fingers from the gossamer threads, opting to migrate just a bit further south, comfortably cupping his large hand around your dripping cunt, thumb rubbing firm circles onto your clit, from across the lace. Hips jerking, your arms tighten around his neck, fingers lacing a crown in his head as you hug him close, crushing your lips back against his in the hopes it’d muffle the whimpers begot from the sudden spike in stimulation.
At your wordless insistence, two deft fingers swiftly push your panties to the side, running back and forth, feeling the wetness between your folds, as more kisses line across the edge of your jaw, down the column of your throat, and in the spot at the juncture of your neck, where he knows you’re most sensitive.
“I want you,” he mutters, jagged breaths painting an irregular warmth onto your skin, like droplets of cold fire that melt into your flesh, teasing arousal to twist and churn in your belly until it breaks through the barrier, leaking out of your cunt and coating his fingers in your slick.
“You have me,” you promise.
Without warning, his digits slip through the threshold, immediately beginning his campaign within. You buck at the sudden, but welcome intrusion—tipping your head back against the wall, fists clenched and eyes squeezed shut, as a quiet, stuttered gasp sounds from your lips.
Alhaitham fucks you harsh and fast—sloppy, though that’s not to say it isn’t without his usual precision. The way the pads of his fingers rub upon all your hidden ridges, and how his knuckles angle to brush against all the right spots—every twist and curl is deliberate, every movement a tribute in working you wet and open, until you’re lightheaded, and rocking into his slender digits, desperately in need of something more.
Adjusting his position, he digs the heel of his palm against your clit, mercilessly bullying the nub until the rough sensation draws a low moan as you clench around him. Liquid fire continues to run its course, and then again and again through your veins, and you’re unable to fathom how your legs could still possibly be standing. By your trembling alone, you’re sure you’ve already melted to putty in his hands.
“H-haitham—please…” You all but moan as he crooks his fingers again, once more prodding where you need him most, before drawing out, ignoring the way your cunt clenches and sobs, begging him not to go.
But he too, is eager to remedy the loss, and you’re quick to feel it by way of the thick tip—far wider than a mere couple fingers—lined against your entrance. Guided by the hand still on your thigh, you wrap a leg around his waist, locking him in close, as he breaches beyond your sticky folds, plunging his cockhead home into your silken insides.
Alhaitham swallows your moans for you, slotting his mouth onto yours, deepening his kiss just as he deepens his cock, easily slipping to the hilt in spite of the stretch. He starts moving immediately, long thrusts, powerful and relentless as he slams in and out of your hole, desperate and haphazard and messy. There’s little time to waste in this indeterminate window of privacy, but he cannot help but savor the way your cunt rejoices with every drag of his cock, grasping onto every inch, every vein. You’re so tight when you squeeze around him like that, trying to milk him for all he’s worth, and at this point, he’s quite sure that no amount of alcohol could intoxicate him the way you do.
His tongue in your mouth, his cock in your cunt—all your senses seem to be overridden by Alhaitham. The subtle spice of harra fruit in his cologne, the sweet notes of wine still lingering on his tongue. The wisps of hot breath as he pants and groans quietly beside your ear, and the bruising grip on your ass and thighs, digging into your skin, guiding your other leg to, too, wrap itself around his waist so that you’d fall ever deeper onto his length.
Haitham! Haitham! Haitham! Your mind churns up a cacophony in your head, screaming in lieu of what your voice dares not utter so close within the vicinity of the public eye. But holding it all in does nothing, except heighten your sensitivity, both that of tangible and intangible nature.
You feel as if you’re about to burst at the seams, because how lucky you are that even in his inebriation, your lover still fucks you so well, like a beast in rut—careless, merciless, but you’re so, so full. Your lashes flutter with tears, opening the gates for a litany of soft mewls and whimpers to escape out of the depths of your throat, unwilling to be silenced.
“Any louder and someone might notice,” he whispers, nipping at the skin beneath your ear as he teases you with a playful chide. “It’s a packed house tonight.”
Immediately, you slap a hand over your mouth, hoping it’d be enough to muffle your moans because there’s no way you can suppress anything any longer—not when Alhaitham can feel your walls convulse at the threat of discovery, and especially not as he further feeds into the not-so-distant fantasy.
“Unless that’s what you want,” he rasps, shifting you on his hips. “For someone to stumble out of the tavern, and find you in this state...” His voice drops further, the closer he leans beside your ear. “Fucked out. Exposed. Couldn't even wait to get home...”
With each word, he makes sure to follow with a soul rattling thrust, letting gravity do its work as he prods even deeper, sinking you further into a delirious haze. Perhaps in a different state of mind, you'd focus on the fact that it was he who initiated, but you only shake your head 'no' as you bury your face in the juncture of his neck—sobs racking through your body, and more slick gushing from your hole. Your hand, previously clamped over your mouth, now joins the other as it digs into the flesh of his shoulders, holding on for dear life.
“Only want you to,” you hiccup, pausing to break, singing gasps as his languid strokes hit a particularly delicate spot. “Only wan’ y-you to see me like this.”
And the wires in his head short-circuit in the drunken pool of his thoughts, clearly pleased at the fact that you share his sentiments. Because he should be the only one to ever lay eyes on this lascivious sight. Cheeks flushed, imprints dappled about your skin, cunt split open, stuffed full of his cock, from the fat tip all the way down to its even girthier base… He could care less who happens upon the grand scribe engaging in such perversions; the worst case scenario is but public discourse. You however, well…he isn’t one keen to share in his gifts.
“Then cum for me,” he coos, and he shifts his hand between your bodies, searching for, and stroking your clit as he finds it—until you’re writhing in his arms, between he and the wall, thighs quivering around his waist as you cum and clench and release around his cock.
Your chest heaves, hugging your lover close, chin digging into the dimple that sits on the back of his shoulder. His thrusts grow uneven, stuttering as he too, fractures into his own high. Ribbons of his cum run hot as he fills your insides, cock pulsing with each spurt that paints your walls with his seed. The two of you stay like this for a minute, hearts syncing between the breathless wake, panting in the warm afterglow of two bodies strained, breaths mingling into something sweet.
“We should—” He starts, breathless.
“Before someone sees us,” you interrupt, nodding at what you can only assume would be the most logical end to this tryst.
But Alhaitham only lets out an airy chuckle, pressing a chaste kiss to the crest of your cheekbone, before resting his forehead against yours. “I was going to say we should stay like this a little longer.”
“My, oh my—older, wiser, and more romantic?” you tease, yelping as the hand still gripping your ass pinches at the soft flesh.
“What can I say? It is one of my best qualities,” he smirks, and you can’t help but melt, giggling as you kiss at the crooked corner of his lips. His hold loosens as he begins to untangle your limbs, snapping those new lace panties back into place, and setting you down gently, though never fully letting go until he’s sure you can stand, albeit on wobbling fawn legs.
It takes little time for him to redo the buckle of his pants, and even less for him to notice the nefariously lecherous state he’s left you in: your hair’s a mess, clothes wrinkled, lipstick smeared upon kiss-swollen lips. And who could ignore the drying stains of your cum and slick staining your thighs, or the white trails of his cum leaking out from your folds, slowly making its way down the insides of your legs.
“You should head back in first. I…need to clean up a bit, clearly,” you mumble, but Alhaitham only scoffs. As if he’d ever allow anyone in that tavern to see you in such a state. His fingers reach for the sharp end of your chin, tilting your face up towards him, and drawing your doe-eyed gaze back into his orbit. If he remembers your words correctly…
“I want to be the only one to see you like this,” he murmurs. “So let’s go home. And if I recall, you still owe me a surprise, no?”
notes2: this was originally written in 1 day so it is not the best… I edited a couple areas and am super rusty so it is still not the best but hopefully it is not too bad lol !!! as always, thank you for reading, and reblogs + feedback are greatly appreciated ! ♡
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