>>You catch Miya Atsumu's attention, and Suna struggles to deal with that.
or
Everyone always makes assumptions about your relationship with Suna Rintarou, and he has no problem proving them right.<<
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tags: chubby!reader, smut, fluff, angst, childhood best friends to lovers, penetrative sex, fingering, rough sex, tattoo shop owner suna rintarou, miya atsumu is a bit of a menace, jealousy, unprotected sex, creampie, hand job
a/n: suna rintarou x chubby!reader is my favorite flavor of cake
[feel free to buy me a cup of coffee!]
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âWhat are you doing here?â Suna stands over the wheely chair at the receptionistâs desk, glaring down at the top of Miya Atsumuâs head. The twin only turns to look up at him, smiling brightly.
âI got bored.â
âGo be bored somewhere else.â
âAw, come on, Suna-â Suna grabs the back of chair and drags it to the side, effectively shoving Atsumu out of his way so he can look through his appointments on the computer. Heâs got a regular coming in at 3, so â he glances at the clock hanging over the window in the waiting area â heâs free for the next couple hours.
â-out here today. Just today?â
âYouâre still talking?â Suna pokes around in the calendar, seeing that heâs fully booked for the weekend. Thank God his secretary had asked for today off and not tomorrow.
âYour secretaryâs not even here today! I can play the part!â
âIf I needed someone to play the part, I wouldnât have given her the day off.â He mumbles it under his breath, feeling Atsumuâs gaze burning into the side of his head. He knows the man wonât leave. Never once in the time theyâve known each other has he listened to anyone but himself.
He turns and leans against the desk, sighing as he crosses his arms over his chest.Â
âIn case you hadnât noticed-â He waves a hand out toward the empty shop. â-thereâs no one here. My entire staff is at the beach, which means that if I didnât need them -â He tries to reach for Atsumu so he can push the man out of that stupid chair heâs currently spinning circles in. The blond just wheels out of reach. â-then I donât need you-Can you just go ?!âÂ
The bell above the door jingles, interrupting Rintarouâs temptation to swing a fist into his friendâs face. He turns to find a young man nervously perusing the art on the walls. He stands to full height and combs a hand through his hair, remembering that heâs still a business owner.
âHey, howâs it-â
âWelcome in, welcome in!â Sunaâs shoved out of the way by a pair of excited hands, Atsumu decidedly his obnoxious secretary for the day. âThis your first time?â
The man jumps, turning and offering an anxious smile. âY-Yeah. I was wondering if you take walk-insâŠ?â
Suna nods, reaching into the desk for an intake packet. âFor sure. Iâm free until 3, if you donât mind just filling out this-â He sighs in annoyance, because Atsumuâs ripping the papers from his hand and presenting them to the man with a flourish.
âIf you could just fill out this quick form, kind sir-âÂ
The man takes the packet, a bit startled, and moves toward the waiting area for a seat. He pauses briefly, peering at Atsumuâs face.
âHey, arenât you that famous volleyball playerâŠ?â
Atsumu beams at the man, but Sunaâs pressing an irritated hand to his shoulder and gripping tight. The twin barely winces.
âYes, he is . Which is why heâs leaving . Because he already has a job .â Every emphasis comes with a harsh squeeze of Sunaâs fingers into Atsumuâs shoulder bones.
âHow could I leave you without a receptionist, Suna? In your time of need? Never!â Atsumu brushes him off and takes a seat, plopping down into the chair with a satisfied smile. Suna just stares at him, wondering if itâs too much to just call the cops and pretend they donât know each other.
Instead, he just sighs, meeting the customerâs eyes and gesturing back to one of the many curtained-off sections of the shop.
âIâm gonna go set up - you can just come find me when youâre ready.âÂ
The man nods meekly as Suna moves to set up at his station. Heâs joined a few minutes later, and within the hour, this shy man officially has his first tattoo. Itâs some simple line art on his wrist, but heâs staring at it in wonder as if it were Sunaâs life work.
âDude⊠Thank you so much.â
Suna just chuckles.
âYouâre good, man. Come back when youâre ready for a sleeve, yeah?â He flexes his own decorated arm at the man to emphasize the quip, and the guy just laughs, still peering down at his tiny tattoo.
The bell above the door jingles again, and he checks his watch with a subdued sigh. Heâd been looking forward to a quiet afternoon.
â Well, hello, Miss! Welcome in! Is this your first time? â
Suna rolls his eyes as he starts wrapping up his customerâs wrist, because he can recognize that sleazy tone in Atsumuâs voice from a mile away. Heâd had it since high school.
The last thing he needs is that idiot driving away potential customers with his gross attitude.
â O-Oh, no, itâs not- â Suna freezes, tape clinging to his thumb instead of to the wrapping. â -I just came to see Rin-er-Suna. Suna. âÂ
God, this cannot be happening.
The silence that follows is full of curiosity on Atsumuâs end. Suna rushes to finish up, desperate to cut their interaction short.
â Oh, you know Suna personally? Where from?â
âWe grew up together!â
âWhat?! Since when? âÂ
Why is it so god-damn hard to wrap a tattoo today? Heâs been doing this shit for years.
The quiet laughter that rings out in his shop is enough to make him flinch. Oh, he bets Atsumu loves that laugh.
âWe were neighbors until high school! Roommates now, actually-â
âRoommates?!â
âAlright, youâre good. You can see my secretary up front for the bill.â Suna stands with unnecessary force, his head poking up from behind the curtain.Â
When he turns to the front, he has to force himself not to sigh.
Youâre standing in the waiting area, dangling a lunch box from one hand as you laugh brightly at Atsumuâs reaction.Â
The summer dress youâre wearing is one of his favorites â the way it hugs your curves has made his mind wander more often than heâd care to admit. And when you spot him looking at you, the twinkle that fills your eye is one he doesnât want to share with anyone.
Especially not Miya Atsumu .
âRin!â You thrust the lunch box out in his direction, shaking it playfully at him.Â
He leads his client up to the front, not bothering to respond aside from a nod of acknowledgement.Â
âAtsumu-â He claps him hard on the shoulder, but the blond is just staring up at him, scandalized. â-will ring you up.â He smiles down menacingly. âWonât you?â
Atsumu just nods dumbly and meets the customerâs eyes, still processing the information heâs just received.
âYeah, sure.â
Suna uses the break in his attention to glance at you, catching your interested gaze. He nods over his shoulder, leading you to the back room. You skip to catch up with him, your dress swaying around your hips. Suna pretends not to see it, choosing instead to shoulder the door open with a sigh.Â
âDonât you work today?â
âYeah, Iâm on my break!â You smile up at him, dangling the lunch box in his face again. He takes it without a word, flopping down onto the leather couch and setting it on the coffee table. You sit beside him, kicking your sandals off and curling your knees into your chest as you lean against him. âYou said you had a light day today, though.â
âI do. That was a walk-in.â He gestures out to the front in explanation, leaning forward to set his elbows on his knees as he unpacks the lunch. A trio of onigiri in one container and some cutely decorated hot dog bites in the other.Â
He bites into an onigiri and hums.
âSpicy crab.â
You lean forward, eyes sparkly. âDoes it taste okay? I tried something new today! Can you guess what it is?â
Suna just hums and takes another bite, knowing youâll tell him anyway. Youâd always had that hyperactive personality, that sweet girl persona. Growing up, heâd only ever needed to sit quietly in your presence. His friends had always been your friends, because he could never be bothered enough to make his own and you always had so many. Heâd liked it better that way â heâd never needed anyone but you.
âWhy didnât you tell Miya that you work at his brotherâs shop?â
âItâs spicy flakes! Can you taste them?â Only when he hums again, noncommittal to a fault, do you answer him. âWell, why havenât you or Osamu told him yet?â
Because we know how he is.
Suna just shrugs, reaching for the second one. Itâs filled with tuna.
You watch his reaction to the taste closely â the flavor isnât anything abnormal, but you watch him as if tuna were suddenly a bold choice. Youâd always liked watching him eat your cooking. It warms you to see him eat well.
Finally, you answer his question like an afterthought.
âI figured that if he didnât already know from you two, then there was no reason to know. And he comes into the shop all the time, anyway, but heâs always ranting about volleyball so he never notices me in the kitchen.â
Suna snorts. Of course Atsumu hadnât noticed you until it was convenient for him.
He reaches for a hot dog â itâs cut to resemble an octopus. He feels like heâs in high school, eating a bento made by a girlfriend.
He shoves that thought to the back of his head, popping the thing in his mouth and chewing with interest. Itâs good, just like everything you make.
âWhy didnât you tell him you knew who he was?â He takes another. Did you cook them in something sweet? This is new. âHe is famous.â
âYou always complained in high school that he had a big head.â You smile when he smirks at your simple reasoning. âYou like the honey soy glaze?â
So thatâs what it is.
ââs good.â
You beam at him, always excited for literally any response other than his grunt of general acknowledgement. Taking him in, you have to hide your grin behind a hand, because this 6â2â, heavily pierced and tattooed gloom of a man is eating a bento that looks like it was decorated by a teenage girl.Â
The moment is thoroughly interrupted when the door to the room is thrown open.
âSo this is where you two wandered off to!âÂ
Suna only realizes heâs sighed in irritation when you nudge him, a gentle reprimand. He glances back at you, finding that sweet expression you always put on around people you donât know well.
Part of him hates that youâd bless Miya Atsumu with even your fakest smile.
Atsumu barges in, taking a seat on the stool by the counter. He smiles smoothly at you, his eyes lingering on where your exposed thighs press into Sunaâs side. He can think of at least a dozen girls from high school who would have killed for that kind of proximity to Suna Rintarou.Â
And looking at you? He has no clue how a girl like you â so innocent-looking and cute, just his type â could end up this close with such a dry, deadpan man.Â
âSo, Rin-â Atsumuâs eyes linger shamelessly on any amount of plush skin he can manage a glimpse of. You pretend not to notice, if only for Rintarouâs sake. Heâs got his eyes locked on the bento, determined to ignore his friend, and you donât want him to get any more upset than he already is.Â
âWhy have you never mentioned this lovely lady to me? Iâve only known you - what, ten years ?â The blond counts the years on his fingers just to be sure, meeting your eyes flirtily when you laugh generously at his obvious attempt to be funny.
Sunaâs not sure why heâs suddenly wondering how good it would feel to kick Atsumuâs fat head right off his shoulders.
âBecause sheâs none of your business.â
He takes another bite of hot dog, as if he hadnât just set up an implied boundary about whose business you really are. Heâs staring down at the lunch, practically stabbing it with his chopsticks, so he doesnât see the way Atsumuâs eyebrows lift surprise, the way you just smile knowingly like this moment is familiar.
The blond glances at your face, but youâre just smiling at the back of Sunaâs head fondly.
Interesting.
He asks for your name, and when you give it, Atsumuâs repeating it back slowly, appreciatively.
Sunaâs self-aware enough to stifle the sigh this time. This guyâs so full of shit sometimes.
âWell, Suna and I met in high school.â He tilts his head in your direction, waiting for you to meet his eyes. It comes far later than heâd have liked, your gaze lingering on the food that Sunaâs eating. You watch for the manâs reaction to the onigiri heâs biting into, and when Suna nods with a hum, youâre beaming.Â
And then youâre turning your attention to Atsumuâs comment.
âOh, I know.â You settle back into the couch, throwing an arm onto the back of the cushion and leaning your head on your hand. âIâve heard all about you , Mister Miya.â
Suna knows heâd only ever complained about Atsumu in high school, but the way you say it to the blond makes it feel like youâre flirting.
Was that an accident of your tone? Or did you do that on purpose?
He glances up through his lashes, finding that interested gleam in Atsumuâs eye as he lifts his eyebrows.
âOh? Only good things, I hope.â
âI bet you do.â
Okay, that one was definitely on purpose. Suna has to restrain himself from glancing back at the look on your face - heâs a little afraid of what heâll find.
âWe were on the same volleyball team, you know.â
âI know that, too. I caught a couple of your games, when I could make the trip.â
Atsumuâs eyebrows lift impossibly higher, and heâs leaning forward to set his elbows on his knees.
You note that he doesnât look as good as Rintarou when he does it.
âOh, really? Then maybe - if youâre interested in volleyball - you might know that I went pro?â
Suna spears right through the last hot dog with one of his chopsticks. Heâd heard Atsumu use that line on so many girls before you. Fuck the fact that it never fails â heâs irritated that Atsumu would even dare to use it on you in the first place.
A recycled pickup line. What does he take you for?
He waits for you to humor him, at the very least. Of course you know he went pro. You work in his brotherâs onigiri shop. Osamu had gotten a TV installed for the sole purpose of airing Atsumuâs games live.
âOh, did you? Sorry, I donât really follow it anymore. Not since Rin stopped playing in college.â
It takes every single ounce of Sunaâs strength to keep his smile down. Heâs never seen such a clean shutdown in his life.
Apparently, neither has Atsumu. The man looks stunned, like he doesnât know how to respond. Suna takes the opportunity to pack up his empty bento, laying the chopsticks flat on the lid. He falls back into the couch with a satisfied sigh, unknowingly nestling his head into the space where youâre leaning.
You drop your arm around his shoulders with a smile. He turns to look at you, not realizing how close he is until itâs too late. His eyes widen just a fraction, and heâs turning away quickly to stare down at his lap, but you can see the color filling his cheeks.
âWas lunch good?â
Suna just hums, adding a shallow nod after the fact. He clenches his jaw when he hears Atsumu scoff across the room.
âDude, she made you a whole feast and all you do is nod ?â The blond puffs his chest out, meeting your eyes again. You smile sweetly, excited to see what heâll try next. âYou should make me lunch next time, Y/n. Iâll treasure it, I promise.â
Your grin grows, and Atsumu looks proud of himself, but youâre only laughing because heâs had your cooking. More than once, in fact. But heâd always been too caught up in himself to notice.
âIâll keep that in mind.â
âDo you always bring Suna his lunch?âÂ
You shake your head, leaning away from Rintarou briefly to reach for something in your bag. âNo, it was just a quiet day at work. I guess everyone is enjoying the weather.â
You pull out a container full of cut watermelon and a fork, passing it to Rin as Atsumuâs asking a follow-up question.
âWhere do you work?â
You smile to yourself, taking the lid from Rin. âIâm in the restaurant business.â
Suna stares down into the container. Youâd cut the watermelon into star shapes.
âWhat, did you get fucking trigger happy with a new fruit cutter or something?â
You just shake your head curiously.
âNo, I did it by hand. Why?â
Suna rolls his eyes with a smile as he takes a bite. Of course you did.
Atsumu clears his throat for your attention.
âWhich restaurant? Maybe Iâll stop by during your next shift to say hi.â
Suna narrows his gaze at the man.
âWhat exactly do you think she does?â
Atsumu meets his glare, eyes wide.
âShe said she was a waitress.â
You smile brightly at his response. Suna only scowls.
âDid she?â
In the blondâs defense, he does look to you right away, realizing heâs misunderstood.
âOh, sorry - Did IâŠâ He trails off when you laugh and shake your head.
âItâs fine. I spend most of my time in the kitchen, though, so I probably wouldnât have time to say hi if you stopped by.â
Atsumu lifts his brows, clearly impressed. âOh, shit, you cook? Thatâs pretty cool - my brother owns an onigiri shop, actually. You guys might get along!â
Suna purses his lips to hide his grin, shaking his head and stabbing at another piece of watermelon when you giggle and mumble â Oh, really? â in response.
And then the door jingles out front, and Sunaâs glancing at Atsumu. The blond makes no move to get up.
âYou know, usually my secretary is the one to greet the clients.â
Atsumu barely spares him a glance, too focused on smiling at you.
âYeah, well, your secretary also gets paid, soâŠâ
Suna glares â he would rather choke than leave you alone in here with him.
You recognize the look in his eye, your smile full of affection.
âI should probably get back to work, anyway. My break ends inâŠâ You check your watch. âOh. Ten minutes ago.â You laugh loudly, rushing to pack up and slip your sandals on. Rintarou stands, propping the door open and poking his head out to wave at his 3 oâclock.
âHey, sorry â I was just eating lunch.â You slip past him, all but jogging to the front. Atsumuâs not far behind, offering to walk you back to work. You brush him off quickly, glancing back at Suna as you hoist your bag over your shoulder.
âPick me up after work, Rin? I want to go grocery shopping.â
Suna just nods, leading his client back to his station and waving at you. He catches Atsumu following you out briefly, and he hears something about asking for your number, but he just sits at his stool and shakes his head with a heated sigh. His client settles into the chair and slips off his shirt, revealing their current work in progress.
âI didnât know you had a girlfriend.â
Atsumu barges back into the shop a moment later, and Suna hears the blond flop down into the chair at the front desk and call back to him excitedly.
â Dude, where have you been keeping a girl like that all these years?!â
Suna shakes his head again, trying to clear his mind so he can work. The response he mumbles to the client is bitter, even to his own ears.
âI donât.â
â
âYouâre quieter than usual.â You pick up another onion, examining it before setting it in the basket Rintarouâs holding.
âFunny.â He says nothing else, watching you glance down at the list in your hand before following you across the produce section to an area full of herbs like a dedicated boyfriend. There are two women not too far away, and when they spot the two of you â you in your pretty sundress with your bright smile, and him in all black with ink covering every inch of his arms and hands â they immediately start to whisper to each other, not even bothering to hide their glances.
You just pick up a bundle of cilantro, sniffing at it and humming in disapproval. You replace it and reach for another, the voices of the two women drifting through the otherwise empty area.
â -had a man like that, Iâd never let him out of the house-â
âOh, my God, stop it! Thatâs so awful-â
âI canât help it! Look at him, heâs perfect!â
You snort into the new bundle, barely hiding your smile as you reach for a bag to wrap it in. When you place it in the basket, you find Rintarou glaring at a display of parsley like heâs trying very hard not to listen, the tips of his ears red. You grin widely, shaking your head as you move down just a bit to reach the basil.
A bunch near the back of the display catches your eye, and youâre leaning forward to grab it. Itâs just a bit too far out of reach, the tips of your fingers barely brushing on it. Youâre about to ask for Rinâs help when the voices reach your ears again.
â- not sure what heâs doing with a girl like that, thoughâŠâ
âYeah⊠I mean, sheâs pretty-â
âI donât know, I just feel like I would take care of myself a little bit more if I wanted to keep a guy that hot.â
You blink, the heat of humiliation familiar in your cheeks. Youâre used to moments like these â you and Rin had always looked out of place together, always at odds with peopleâs expectations. And youâre no fool â you know what Rintarou looks like. How attractive he is.
If youâd been any younger â any less secure in yourself â you might have felt like crying when you heard that. Luckily, youâre not, but⊠itâs still not a fun experience.
â -do we even know if theyâre together? Sheâs probably not even his type. â
â Do you think theyâre not? Maybe I should go over there and try talking to him.â
Their giggles feel a lot like the ones from high school, from elementary school. Girls whoâve decided you arenât a threat to them because you look like this .
Thatâs fine. Itâs not like theyâre wrong. You and Rintarou arenât together, so that woman can do whatever she wants-
Thereâs a clatter as a basket hits the floor, and a tattooed arm is reaching past your face before you can process that it was your basket. The cold metal of Rinâs lip ring against your ear contrasts with the heated sigh he breathes into your skin, and you feel the front of his jeans pressing into the curve of your ass.
Oh.
His other hand finds your waist, the heat of his palm searing through the thin fabric of your dress. Your skin starts to burn where his fingertips dig into your hip.Â
Oh. Â
Were his hands always that big?
You watch with unseeing eyes as he wraps his hand with ease around the bunch of basil youâd been struggling to reach, the difference in your height suddenly painfully clear.
â They couldnât have me even if they begged for it .â His voice presses into the shell of your ear, the sound ricocheting around your head. You can hear the irritation in his voice, but you canât focus on anything except the fact that heâs never been this close before.
Itâs devastatingly intoxicating.
He leans away after a breath, fingers dragging on your waist as he drops his hand, and you have to force yourself to remember that you need to stand up straight. Only when you spin around, watching Rintarou reach for the discarded basket as you press cold fingers to your flushed face, do you realize that the women are gone.
You crack a weak joke when he stands to full height, desperate for anything to break the sudden silence around you. Just so Rin doesnât end up hearing how hard your heart is beating.
âNot even if they begged for it, huh?â You laugh, looking away from that piercing stare. âCanât imagine what a girl like me would have to do, then.â
Well, that certainly hadnât helped anything.
He just stares, eyes wide. You panic, meeting his gaze briefly before looking away again when you find nothing but his shock. When you look down at your list, trying to remember what youâd come here for, you see that the paper is crumpled in your fist â evidence of your nerves.
âBreadcrumbs. N-Need breadcrumbs.â You mumble to yourself and turn away, heading to another aisle. The brand you like is on the top shelf, so you just point to it, because you really donât need a repeat of the Basil Situation in the middle of your recovery.
âWell-â Rintarou breaks the silence this time, letting you take the basket while he reaches up. â-you did have a professional volleyball player thirsting after you just this afternoon, so you could probably have whatever you wanted without begging for it.â He examines the label as if he cares at all what it says. âThat is, of course-â He meets your eyes, setting the can of breadcrumbs in your hand.
â-unless thatâs your thing.â
Your lips part in surprise as Rin stares down at you like he hadnât just insinuated that you might be one to beg him for something.
âUhm-â You donât know why you started talking. You have nothing to say. There is nothing that could be said right now, when all you can do is look at him.
Heâs kind enough not to revel in your stunned silence, a grin peeking out as he reaches out and plucks the list from your hand. He says nothing about the fact that itâs violently crumpled and a little warm from how hard youâd squeezed it.
âWhatâs next-â He breathes it out, as if he canât feel the weight of your stare on his face. He hums when he finds it. âChicken.â He meets your eyes again, gaze searching yours. You blink rapidly and look away, mumbling the word â chicken â under your breath as you lead the way down the aisle.
Youâd always known Suna Rintarou was different. Youâd known from the moment youâd met, those eyes uncaring even as a child. Youâd known when heâd decided silently that you were his new friend, that no one else could be your friend the way that he was.Â
Youâd known whenever the rare boy in junior high would try to flirt with you, because Suna Rintarou was the name they would whisper furiously to their friends after their failed attempts. Suna Rintarou was the boy in school they had to look out for, because he was always right beside you. He would never say anything, watching you politely interact while theyâd flirt, but his empty stare was always enough.
It was enough that, even though heâd moved two hours away to an entirely different prefecture, his name had followed you to high school. Boys in high school were meaner â more judgmental of your appearance â so it never really mattered. But the girls would whisper about you, until your whole class knew the name of a student who didnât even go there.
âClaimedâ. âTakenâ. âHisâ.
Suna Rintarouâs girl.
Youâd never minded. In fact, youâd secretly enjoyed it â being part of those rumors that blew up and spread until some boys wouldnât even approach you for homework help. Youâd thought it was funny. They were so scared of a person who was nowhere near them, of a relationship that didnât exist.
It was only when you moved to Tokyo with him for college that youâd realized that maybe your classmates had been right.
Living together for the first time, youâd realized just how much of your life was taken up by him. Every morning, every break, every meal. Even if you werenât physically together â the Nutritional Sciences Department was irritatingly far from the Art Department â those moments always involved him. A text during your quick lunch break with a friend. A call while he was heading to his next class. A walk home, because heâd waited outside your department until you were done with meetings for the day, sketching art into his skin with a ballpoint pen to keep from getting bored.
And even though the new friends youâd made knew he was nothing to be afraid of, there was nothing that could stop them from saying those words again.Â
That you were Suna Rintarouâs girl.
And why wouldnât they? The evidence against it wasnât convincing in the slightest. Not when Suna was a wall to any girl who was interested in him, his attention wholly yours. Not when he hadnât even bothered to look up from his YouTube video when youâd asked one night if he wouldnât be interested in spending time with any of those girls. Not when his response was immediate and clear, like heâd never consider it.
â Why would I? I have you.â
That had been almost 5 years ago, and you hadnât asked him something like that since. Youâd just let yourself get used to the fact that it was obvious nowâ
The way his eyes search for you immediately in a crowded room.
The way he lets you fall asleep in his bed while he sketches out ideas for his clients on his iPad.
The way heâd stabbed the octopus-shaped hot dog bites in his bento like theyâd personally offended him while Miya Atsumu was flirting with you.
You know now, probably more than even he does, that youâre his. Youâve accepted that fact with whatever it means, platonic or otherwise, because it had always been that way.
20 years, it had been that way.
So why â why the fuck â did he have to go and do something about it now , in the middle of a grocery store on a random Friday evening?
â
Suna hates that his heart skips whenever the bell above the shop door jingles. He hates that, for the last two days, heâs glanced over at the door every single time, hoping it was you.
Heâd known you wouldnât show. You usually donât. But⊠something had changed between you two. Ever since the heâd handed you a can of fucking breadcrumbs and not-so-subtly hinted that you might be a girl whoâs into begging.
He wants to hit himself over the head with the nearest blunt object.
He sighs, shaking his head, and pulls open the cabinets in the back room. The weekend had been hectic with appointments â it was enough to keep his thoughts occupied â but Mondays are notoriously slow, and now heâs stuck back here doing inventory and thinking about you.
The bell jingles outside again, but heâs got two artists and a piercer on shift today, so he canât possibly be needed for anything outside of his appointments.
But then the door to the back room is slamming open, and the person he wants to see least in the world right now is barging through.
â Why didnât you tell me that Y/n works at Onigiri Miya?!â
Suna stares, unblinking.
âWho let you back here? They need to be fired.â
âSuna-â Atsumu tries to grab for him, but the man is quick to smack his hands away with the clipboard heâs holding. â-I need you to be honest with me.â
âWhat?â It comes out in a sigh, Suna counting stock on the first shelf of the cabinet heâs staring into.
âAre you hitting that?â
He loses count.
One breath, just enough to steady his growing agitation.
He starts counting again.
âAm I hitting what ?â
â That .â Suna makes the mistake of glancing back at Atsumu â the man is gesturing in the space between them, making the shape of your ass and the curve of your breasts right in front of him. âI mean⊠Jesus, dude.â
Suna wonders if there are any more clipboards in the shop, because heâs thinking of smashing this one into Atsumuâs face.
âCare to be a little more respectful?â
Atsumu waves him off. Sunaâs grip tightens on his clipboard. One little swing wouldnât kill him.
âAre you fucking her or not?â When Sunaâs lips part with surprise, his gaze finally showing a glimpse of emotion as he turns to tear into Atsumu, the twin cuts him short, oblivious. âBecause if youâre not, can I have her?â
Sunaâs free hand shoots out, fisting Atsumuâs shirt tightly and dragging the shorter man toward him.
âMiya, I swear to God- â
â Ah .â Atsumu smirks up at him. âYou do like her. No wonder she didnât give me her number that day.â
âWhat?â Suna furrows a brow. You hadnât given him your number? âWhere the hell did that come from?â
Atsumu just points down at the fist Suna has curled into his shirt, as if it were obvious.
âYou like her.â
Suna shoves him away, watching with satisfaction when Atsumuâs back slams against the cabinets over on the opposite counter, the blond wincing slightly. Still, he finds himself being examined with knowing eyes.
He turns away, because heâs not in the mood to be psychoanalyzed by Miya Atsumu on a Monday afternoon.
âHow do you do it, man?â
Suna just grunts in response and starts taking inventory again, waiting for Atsumu to elaborate.Â
âHow do you wake up every day in the same house as that and not lose your fucking mind-â
âWell, I start by having a shred of human fucking decency.â Suna almost tears the paper with how hard heâs writing. âHer bodyâs not the only thing worth looking at.â
Thereâs silence, and Suna glances over his shoulder again to find Atsumu just staring at him with deadpan eyes.
âNo, really. How do you do it?â
Suna rolls his eyes and turns back to the cabinet, not wanting to admit that he has no fucking clue how he does it. But he has, on more than one occasion, had to rely on the self-control and discipline of a former athlete to keep him from snapping when you leave your room in the tight tank top and baby shorts you dare to call pajamas .
Youâd been too self-conscious to wear revealing clothing in college â heâd had no idea how good heâd had it back then. Four years living with the girl whoâd grown into a woman in the years of high school that youâd been apart. Heâd managed to survive it, only to watch your self-esteem grow after graduation, and now he lives every day in his own personal hell.
Heâs happy to see that the shy elementary schooler that used to cling to him had grown into this confident, successful woman â but fuck him, you really like to knock him on his ass when heâs least expecting it.
And when youâd laughed and asked him what a girl like you would have to do to get his attention, in the middle of a grocery store on a Friday evening?Â
Heâd almost dropped everything and dragged you home just to show you.
But he hadnât, and you two had acted like nothing had happened when youâd gotten home. Youâd put the groceries away, and heâd ordered takeout for your movie marathon, and then later â when he was sure you were asleep â heâd taken a shower, praying to whatever higher power that might exist that the running water would mask the way heâd choked out your name when he had come all over his hand to the thought of fucking you in that dress.
âYou know, Suna-â Suna shakes his head to clear it, moving on to the second shelf. He organizes as he starts counting. â-you might want to actually make a move instead of just hovering over her.â
âOh, yeah? What would you know?â He mumbles it, his jaw clenched in annoyance as he makes a few more notes on the inventory sheet. Atsumuâs response is smug.
âOh, I wouldnât know anything. But I would think that youâd want to do something about the fact that she technically isnât yours at all.â
Suna stills, his gaze blank as he stares down at the clipboard. What is that supposed to mean?
âSheâs still single, you know. But-â He hears Atsumu lift away from the counter and move toward the door. The blond opens it, sighing back at him. â-I donât know. Maybe she wonât be for long.â
And then heâs gone, the door slamming behind him.Â
Suna considers banning Atsumu from his shop entirely.
â
By the time Sunaâs stepping through the door of Onigiri Miya, his mood has tanked significantly. Heâd spent the rest of the work day in his office, ordering supplies and fighting off a headache with a third â and then a fourth â cup of coffee. And then heâd stared out the window, watching the sky darken and open up right in front of his eyes, the downpour sudden and entirely unmentioned by the weather app on his phone.
Still, heâd walked in the direction of the restaurant after closing up shop, his clothes soaked by the time heâs ducking into the air-conditioned restaurant.Â
âOh-â He looks up through his dripping bangs at the sound, finding Osamu at the swinging door to the kitchen. The twin disappears without another word, returning a moment later with a towel. He throws it carelessly over Sunaâs head. âYouâll get sick.â
Suna hadnât even realized he was shivering.
âThanks.â He pats at his clothes and skin and then leaves the towel on his head, following Osamu over to a table. The restaurantâs basically empty, but he spots several takeout orders at the counter. At least they still have good business on a day like this.
âWant me to get Y/n to make you something?â Osamu pulls out his order notepad, clicking his pen with an obnoxious grin. Suna just breathes out a laugh, shaking his head and scrubbing the towel through his hair.
âItâs fine. I donât want to distract her.â
âWellâŠâÂ
Suna meets his eyes. Osamuâs scratching at his neck awkwardly. âSheâs already half-distracted, soâŠâ
âWhat?â He stands, following Osamu to the swinging door. The twin pushes it open, revealing the kitchen on the other side.Â
Youâre standing at one of the stainless steel counters with your back to the door, rolling rice balls as you laugh at something Atsumuâs just said.
â-donât think thatâs a good idea at all-â
âYou arenât even slightly curious about the idea of dessert onigiri?!â
âNot enough to waste ingredients on it!â You shake your head fervently, setting another rice ball down on the tray next to you. Atsumu smiles flirtily, leaning forward onto the counter across from you.
âWhat if I buy them? Free ingredients for you to experiment with, howâs that? You can come over to my place, and we can-â His gaze cuts over your shoulder, finding Sunaâs cold glare. Osamu hums sympathetically, mumbling low so only Suna can hear.
âSorry⊠I tried to keep him from noticing her.â
Atsumu grins as if he can hear perfectly well what his twin is saying. Suna swallows, the words â maybe she wonât be for long â echoing in his head.
âItâs fine. Itâs none of my business.â He doesnât see the way Osamu blinks at him in surprise, too busy keeping his gaze trained on Atsumuâs.Â
You only now seem to notice the silence, your attention fully on the rice balls before. You hum in question and then turn over your shoulder when you see where Atsumuâs looking.
Atsumu doesnât miss the fact that Suna only breaks eye contact for you.
âRin!â Your eyes sparkle when you beam at him, and then you run to wash your hands. âLetâs go home! I thought up some new ideas for dinner â I want to try them out.â
Suna raises an eyebrow. Your shift doesnât end for another half hour.Â
Atsumuâs grin grows on his face.
âOh, sorry, man. âSamu let her off early because of the rain, but I guess we just got caught up chatting.â
You shake your head to yourself as you dry your hands and move to store the prepped rice balls for tomorrowâs batch. You can hear Atsumu trying to get under Rintarouâs skin.Â
Heâd come in for lunch and only then realized that you actually work here, almost 3 years after youâd been hired. Heâd disappeared after eating, and the smug look in his eye when heâd returned only 20 minutes later had told you that heâd certainly stopped by Sunaâs shop to mess with him.
Youâd already had a feeling, but that moment had solidified the fact that Miya Atsumu is not your type.
Still, youâd humored him all afternoon, dodging his obvious attempts to get a date out of you and paying more attention to Osamu when the owner would wander into the kitchen from the front, just so Atsumu doesnât think he has a monopoly on your time.
And when youâd seen Rintarou at the door, wet hair falling into his eyes and cheeks flushed from the rain, youâd forgotten for just a moment that the twins were even in the room with you.
You rush to the back room after storing the rice balls, hurrying to put your apron away and grab your bag. The last few nights had been a bit strange, Sunaâs walls coming up in the way they do only when heâs stressed. You hadnât expected him to pick you up from work.
Maybe tonight would be different.
You hurry out to the kitchen, practically skipping up to him with a bright smile. He meets it with his usual deadpan.
âStay here while I go down to the convenience store for an umbrella.â
You shake your head, latching onto his arm when he starts to turn away.
âNope! We go together.â
He looks like heâs about to argue, but youâre already bidding farewell to the twins.
âSee you tomorrow, âSamu!â You offer Atsumu nothing more than a wave, keep the interaction minimal.
When you and Suna are gone, running past the window toward the convenience store, Osamu turns to his brother with arms crossed over his chest.
âWhat are you doing?â
Atsumu just smiles to himself knowingly. He really had been interested in you. But itâs obvious that it wonât go anywhere â you wonât even give him the time of day, but it seems like youâd give Suna Rintarou the world if he asked for it.
âGiving Suna the push he needs, apparently.â
â
âDo you like guys like that?â
You turn to look at Rintarou, but heâs not looking at you. Youâre at the stove, mixing the last of the ingredients into the pasta dish youâd wanted to try, and heâs at the counter setting out some bowls and utensils.
Still, it doesnât slip your notice that heâd kept his back to you when he had asked.
âGuys like what?â When he doesnât respond, you realize what heâs referring to. You watch him with a growing smile, glancing back at the stove only to turn the burner off. âGuys like Miya Atsumu?â
His clenched jaw tells you everything. All you can do is snort, hiding your smile behind your hand. He turns to you now, incredulous that you would laugh at him.
âWhat?â
âNothing, nothing-â You keep laughing anyway. âIâm just wondering if youâre genuinely asking if Iâm into another man.â
His eyelids flutter as he turns away, processing what youâve just given him.
âI donât know what youâre talking about-â
âRin-â You sigh. âWhy are you asking?â
He says nothing for a minute, just moving out of your way so you can scoop pasta into each of the bowls. âIâm just curious. You donât have to tell me if you donât want to.â
Heâs always been so good at pretending he doesnât care.
âOkay.â You smile innocently, setting the pot back on the stove and preparing to try your first bite. Waiting, because youâve never been anything but entirely open with him, and you just know itâll drive him crazy that youâre keeping him in the dark about-
âWhy didnât you give him your number?â
You laugh louder this time, blatantly in his face. He shoots you a glare.
â What? â
âRin, are you trying to set me up with your best friend from high school?â
âIâm not-â He rolls his eyes. âThatâs definitely not what Iâm doing.â
âThen why are you asking?â You turn toward him, setting your fork back into the bowl. âWhat are you trying to figure out?â
âI just want to know if you like him. Thatâs it.â
âWould it matter if I did?â
He meets your eyes, confused.
âWhat? Obviously.â
âWhy? It never mattered before.â
He blinks rapidly. âWhatâŠ? When?â
You sigh, staring down at the counter.Â
Does he really not get it? Has he really been this blind all these years?
âWhy did you do⊠what you did? On Friday.â
He flushes immediately. âBecause they were being rude.â
âYou could have just told them off. Or glared at them. Or done anything but that -â
âAre you saying I shouldnât have done it?â Heâs getting defensive, not used to having his actions questioned by you. Never by you.
âNo, thatâs not what Iâm saying. Iâm just asking why you did it.â
âBecause they were making assumptions about you, and they were definitely making assumptions about me.â
You search for his gaze, but he wonât give it to you. He just stares off to the side, down the hallway of your apartment.
âRight. Assumptions about my body, assumptions about your type.â He shakes his head, scoffing as if heâs filled with renewed irritation. âBut weâve been surrounded by assumptions our whole lives.âÂ
Now he meets your eyes, a brow furrowed. You lean back against the corner of the counter, breathing out a laugh. âYou really never noticed? Not once?â
You feel yourself grow frustrated when he just stares, eyes blank. Had it really just been you all this time? Experiencing the consequences of being claimed by a man who didnât even realize he had done it. A man who, you now think, had lived a life without ever once feeling the weight of everyoneâs eyes on him.
A man who looks like that , who can have whoever he wants, and a girl who looks like you . A girl who might have had a chance to date or find love when everyone else was, if boys hadnât gone out of their way to avoid you just so they wouldnât upset him .Â
You know, even just thinking about it now, that you wouldnât have been interested in anyone else anyway. It just hurts to know that youâd gone about your life under the impression that you were his, when you now have no idea if he was yours this whole time, too.
Rintarou breathes your name, cautious. An unspoken question â why are you upset with him?
âDid you ever date, Rin? When we were in high school?â
Suna furrows a brow.Â
âNoâŠ?â
âWhy not?â
Because I was yours.
He blinks and looks away. He doesnât know if he can say that to you.
âBecause I had you.â He thinks thatâs close enough.
But your frown is deepening, and he realizes that itâs not nearly close enough.
âDo you know why I never dated?â
He searches your gaze, hating that itâs cold.
âYou never mentioned being interested in anyoneâŠâ
âBecause I wasnât.â Your jaw clenches and you cross your arms over your chest. âBecause I already belonged to someone â someone who made that fact very clear to any guy that could have possibly been interested in me.â
His lips part in surprise, and he looks like he wants to say something when he realizes what youâre saying.
But you just look away and slide your bowl toward yourself, shaking your head as you twirl pasta around your fork.Â
âI didnât realize that it might be one-sided â that maybe he didnât belong to me . But I guess thatâs just my fault for not asking. My bad.â Itâs impossible not to see how bitter your smile is when you lift the fork to your lips and finally take your first bite.
Suna just stares when you hum and nod. Thereâs sauce on the corner of your mouth, a little more on your bottom lip. ââs pretty good. I think youâll like it.â A simple evaluation of your own cooking, as if you hadnât just stopped time for him with the admission of your pain.
Pain that heâs realizing could have been prevented if he werenât so fucking avoidant.
He steps toward you after a breath, reaching out and brushing his fingers across your knuckles just as youâre moving to grab another bite. Your fork clatters into the bowl when you pull away from the touch. You cross your arms and look away, avoiding his gaze.
But he steps too close, hovering over you in that corner of the counter. Only when his hand slips past the curtain of your hair and cups the back of your neck â the other presses into the countertop beside you, trapping you there â do you meet his eyes, your own wide with surprise.
âWha-â The rest catches in your throat, because heâs dipping his head toward yours, hooded eyes examining something on your cheek. You stare past him, unable to find your breath, and feel the exact moment when your heart leaves your chest and makes its home in the base of your throat.
Rintarou presses his lips to the corner of your mouth, not enough to be a kiss but far too close to ever be able to take it back. But when you feel the pass of his tongue over your skin, burning into that spot and making it his, you realize that heâs not planning to draw that line with you again, the one that had always been there.
Heâs going to erase it entirely, with the determination of a man who hates that it ever existed in the first place.
âYouâre right. It is pretty good.â He breathes the words into that spot, and you realize that heâs talking about the food.
âCan I try more?â
He gives you no time to wonder what that means â no time to wonder ever again what heâs trying to say.
His lips push against yours, full and warm and everything youâd imagined theyâd feel like. You gasp and pull away in surprise, but heâs there again, leaning forward to keep you right where he wants you.Â
You can feel heat radiating off of his face, cheeks flushed and warm on yours when you cling to the front of his shirt, unable to do much else. He smiles against your lips and breaks the kiss, still close enough that your shallow pants mix in the space with his as you catch your breath, both of your chests heaving.
âWhat was it that your friends from college used to call you? That name that would make you blush.â Youâre unable to look away from his lips, unable to understand that you can still feel the memory of them on yours. He smiles and leans close, mouth hovering over yours when he whispers. ââ Suna Rintarouâs girl â? Was that it?â
You flush, your eyes drifting shut when you feel him closing in on you again.Â
âSo you did noticeâŠâ
âI didnât know about high school. You never told me.â
âI didnât think I needed to-â You canât look at him. Itâs too much, too overwhelming. âI took it for granted. That I was yours-â
â Good .â Heâs all you can feel, all you can smell and hear and touch. Heâs everywhere. âYou were supposed to take it for granted, that was the point.âÂ
His fingers close around your jaw, squeezing your cheeks and tilting your face up toward his. You know he can feel your racing pulse at the side of your throat. âBecause youâre mine. You were always mine, and I made sure everyone knew.â His nose brushes against yours, breath warm on your lips. âBut I guess I wasnât clear enough⊠was I?â
You swallow hard, feeling the shallow laugh he breathes out when you donât answer him.
âYouâre my girl, arenât you?â His bottom lip brushes against yours when he whispers to you. âAnd you were right to feel safe in that fact. Because I never looked at anyone else, not once.â
â Why would I? I have you.â Â
Those words from 5 years ago come back to you, along with memories of the way heâd ignored the existence of any girl that would approach him, for as long as you can remember.
âAnd those women in the grocery store? Talking about how youâre not my type?â
Youâre distinctly aware of how the hand he has on your face is starting to pull you closer, his own mouth drifting away to keep the sliver of distance between you.
âThey must not have properly looked at you, Y/n.â He smiles softly down at you when your eyelids flutter open briefly at his words. âHow could you not be my type? My type is you.â
The push of his lips on yours comes this time with his hands on your waist, tugging you toward him. He wraps an arm around you and lifts you without warning, setting you on the counter just as youâre gasping into his mouth.
He fills the space between your thighs the moment you spread them, one hand on the small of your back and the other cupping your neck. You fist the front of his t-shirt, anchoring yourself to him and keeping him close.
You never want to let him go.
â Iâm yours, Y/n. â He mumbles the admission against your lips, finally confirming what youâd been worried about. âIâm yours, you hear me?âÂ
His mouth drops to a spot under your ear, his voice filling your senses as his fingers play with the top button of your shirt.Â
âWant me to tattoo it on my skin? Just tell me where â Iâll have it done by the end of the night.â
The button comes undone, and heâs quick to move to the next one, thumb and pointer finger working efficiently down the line as his other hand slips around your waist and pulls your hips to the edge of the counter, flush to his.
Your breath comes shallow when your shirt finally falls free, because heâs pressing his hand to the spot just under the curve of your breast and pushing his lips against yours possessively â claiming you. You canât feel your fingers when you card them through his hair and pull him close, your skin filled with a tingle that spreads over your body like a sickness. Even your head is staticky, plagued by that tingle. Rendering you defenseless to him â Suna Rintarou.
â I love you .â
You whisper it without thinking, Rinâs mouth stilling on yours. He pulls away, staring down at you with wide eyes. Your heart drops to your stomach when you realize what youâd said, and your face burns when he just stares, dumbfounded.
âI-â
âAgain.â He looks entranced, gaze glued to your lips while he waits. Because heâd felt you say the words, but he wants to watch you say them â wants to witness it with his own eyes, because heâs terrified it hadnât actually happened.
You wet your lips nervously and repeat yourself.
âI love you, Rintarou.âÂ
The three syllables of his name fall past your lips, stacking on top of each other just like the words right before them and stealing the breath right out of his lungs.
When he kisses you, itâs with an urgency that hadnât been there before. Your back slams against the cabinet when he presses into you, but you donât notice anything except the slide of his palms on your thighs as his hands disappear under the hem of your skirt.Â
His pointer fingers hook into the waistband of your underwear, tugging impatiently until you lift your hips. Theyâre gone and on the floor before youâve fully processed that youâd just let him take your panties off. That this is going somewhere, fast .
âSorry, that probably wasnât very hot-â Rintarouâs mouth is in the crook of your neck, his teeth brushing against your skin in a way that makes you shiver and slide your fingers through his hair. âIn my head, it was slow and sensual, but-â His hands slide over your thighs again, fingers digging into the plush skin as he pries them just a little further apart. His lips twitch against your throat, a smile sneaking through as he laughs breathily.
â-Iâve never felt this desperate before.â
You whimper when he pulls your hips to his, the front of his jeans pressing up against your bare core and sending a shock flying up your spine. Your fingers tighten in his hair, and he sucks harshly on your throat.
You feel it, too â that desperation to just make him yours. To make this the truth, after so many years of just saying it was.
ââs okay,â You pant, feeling his fingers dancing along your inner thighs toward a spot thatâs extremely warm right now. âYou can just make it slow and sensual next time.â
He breathes a heated sigh against your skin, the words â next time â mumbled back to you, like he canât believe that next time even exists.
And then he lifts his head and plants his lips on yours, his thumb finally sliding along your folds and finding your clit with terrifying precision. You gasp, and he swallows the moan that falls past your lips when he circles that little bundle of nerves, the same way you would when you would think about him late at night.
He does everything the way youâd always wanted â slides his fingers through your folds, buries them inside of you, and curls them against your walls in a way that has you seeing stars. He does it perfectly, all while kissing you stupid and whispering your name like heâs trying to decide exactly where it would look best on his skin, permanent and for the world to see.
He touches you like heâs always known how, as if this isnât the first time. As if his heart isnât about to rip out of his chest from the way youâre gasping his name, those three syllables stacked on top of each other in your mouth.
And when you finally come undone, your face buried in the crook of his neck as you cry for him, heâs saying it back â the words that he needs you to hear.
â I love you .â He feels your tears soak through his shirt as your walls tighten around his fingers, and your body starts to tremble in his arms as you gasp for breath. âI love you, Y/n- Iâve always loved you, from the day that we met-âÂ
â Rin-â Your arms curl around his shoulders, and you cling to him as you come down from your high. He holds you close and kisses you, letting you recover.
Eventually, you breath a harsh sigh and meet his eyes, your cheeks flushing when you see how heâs looking at you.
âHiâŠâ You mumble it in embarrassment, and then jolt in shock, because heâs wiggling his fingers playfully inside of you when he responds.
âHi yourself.â
You smack his arm and look away, eyelids fluttering when he pulls out of you and sets his hand safely on your thigh. And then you let him kiss you, soft and slow like your eyes arenât still blurry with tears from how hard heâd made you come.
Suna pulls away, eyes roaming your face. Your skin is flushed red, just like his own, and youâre wiping unshed tears from your eyes, your expression laced with embarrassment when you realize heâs just watching you.
You cross your arms over your chest, pulling your shirt closed self-consciously â you feel strange, letting him see all of your rolls and stretch marks. His eyes are lingering on those spots, and you feel like heâs seeing too much. Seeing the things you were worried about showing him, because you thought in the back of your mind that maybe he would decide then that he didnât want you, after all.
Rintarou lets you cover yourself, lets you drape your shirt over your chest and hide your tummy with your arms. He watches with a blank expression, gaze flicking between your movements and your eyes like he knows exactly what youâre thinking. But when you try to cover your thighs â try to move his hands so you can pull your skirt down â he sighs softly, knowingly, and stops you.
His hands catch your wrists, and he presses them together in your lap, locking them tight with one hand while he uses the other to undo all your work, those uncaring eyes unbearable warm on your skin.Â
Tugs your shirt open with a pointer finger.
Pushes the hem of your skirt back up your thighs.
Leans down to press his lips to the tops of your breasts, an open-mouthed kiss over your racing heart.
He mumbles all the while, his mouth tracing a path up past your collarbones and toward your neck.
âThere you go again-â A nip to the column of your throat, a pass of his tongue over the spot to soothe the pain. â-listening to the wrong people.â
He leans away, watching how his hands look on you, tattooed fingers kneading into unmarked skin â like heâs tainting you. Ruining you for anyone else.
The thought makes him grin, worsened when you look up at him with those wide, innocent eyes.
âMy sweet girl.â He smiles grows at your blush, and heâs reaching to push your shirt off your shoulders. You let him, even though you look nervous at how much heâs going to see. He drags the fabric down your arms, but he stops when it pools around your elbows. A gasp falls past your lips when he yanks the material taut suddenly, your forearms pulled together and the swell of your breasts forced out toward him.
He eyes them hungrily, his smirk dark when you whisper his name nervously, your arms tangled up in your shirt.
âWhy do you let other people get in your head?â He drags his gaze down your chest to your tummy and thighs, his tongue poking out briefly to wet his lips. âHave you seen yourself? Youâre so soft â you know how many times Iâve thought about putting my hands on you?â
You breathe harshly, your chest heaving and snapping his attention back to it. Without taking his eyes off of your breasts, he reaches for you shoulders, sliding your bra straps off slowly, one at a time. And then he hooks a finger into one of the cups, meeting your eyes.
âAre you ready to start listening to me instead?â
You swallow, nodding shallowly. He keeps you entranced, keeps your gaze locked on his, even as heâs tugging both cups down past your chest, officially leaving you completely exposed to him.
And then he drops his gaze, and you watch his eyes widen slightly, his lips parting as he takes you in. He barely notices when you move, your tied hands inching forward in front of you until youâre close enough to touch the tips of your fingers to the front of his jeans.
He flinches immediately, his eyes flying down and then back to yours when he realizes what youâre doing. You watch his eyelashes flutter when you become bold enough to press the flat of your hand against him, and you finally feel just how hard he is.
The pit of your stomach twists with arousal as you palm him gently, and your heart is thumping harshly in your chest when his hips jut forward of their own accord, chasing the feeling of your hand on him.
You feel time slow to nothing when you reach to undo his jeans, because heâs dropping his gaze to watch what you do. The sound of the zipper makes him tense, and you watch him swallow harshly when you slip your hand down the front of his jeans, cupping him through his boxers.
Your own breath comes shallow, skin tingling where he digs his fingers into your thighs, anchoring himself to you. With a steadying breath, you reach into his boxers, wrapping your hand around him.Â
And then you get distracted, because Rintarou is breathing out a moan and dropping his head back, eyes fluttering shut and lips parting with pleasure as he goes. You watch him closely, heartbeat rushing in your ears, as you slide your palm against him slowly.
â Fuck- â He breathes it out, Adamâs apple bobbing when he swallows harshly. You keep your eyes on him, stroking him slowly and watching his every reaction.Â
Suna drops his gaze to your hand, and he moans again, eyes rolling into the back of his head. Because watching you do this to him just like heâd always imagined â your hand wrapped around him like that, so much smaller than his own, with your thighs spread for him and your breasts spilling out of your bra, your tongue poking out past your lips as you concentrate â it might just be a little too much for him after all.
You work him closer and closer to the edge, entranced by the way his chest heaves, the way he mouths your name silently as he unconsciously pushes his hips to meet the base of your fist every time you slide against him.
And then his hand is snapping down over your wrist, stilling your movements. You jump, staring up at him as he hovers over you, breathing harshly. He leans his forehead against yours, shaking his head.
âToo closeâŠâ
You pout, wanting to watch him come undone the way you had. Wanting to make him yours.
âBut⊠I want you toâŠâ
His response is a breathless laugh, eyes still shut tight.
âYouâre gonna have to try harder than that.â
â-you could probably have whatever you wanted without begging for it.âÂ
Your heart pounds in your head when the memory comes to you, just a few days ago.Â
Oh, how youâd never imagined that youâd be here now.Â
You tilt your head up toward him, lips brushing against his. He leans into it, eyes fluttering open to stare down at your mouth.
â-unless thatâs your thing.â
ââŠPlease?â
Sunaâs breath catches in his throat, and his gaze is locking on yours, eyes wide. His grip on you loosens in surprise, and youâre guiding his cock toward you, past the hem of your skirt, never taking your eyes off of him. He swallows hard, eyes flitting between yours nervously.
He breathes out shakily when the head of his cock slides against your entrance, his eyelids fluttering as he dips his head down and swears against your mouth.
â ShitâŠÂ Youâre killing meâŠâ
You whine against him, feeling the tip bump gently against your clit when he shifts toward you. â Please , Rin. Please. I need you-â
He snaps when you properly beg for him, a low growl trapped in his throat when he pushes his lips to yours roughly. Reaching up, he fists your hair in his hands and angles your head so he can mold himself to you. He surges forward, and your back slams into the cabinet again, his mouth firmly on yours.
And then he reaches down with his free hand, pushing your hands away so he can guide himself back to your entrance.
â I want you to say it . That Iâm yours .â He murmurs against your mouth, and you mewl in response, because heâs pushing into you slowly. He stops and pulls his lips away when you donât seem to hear him, and you almost cry out in frustration. âY/n.â
You glare up at him, your gaze cloudy, because heâs buried halfway inside of you and still has the audacity to think that youâre able to focus on anything else.
â What ?â
He stares down at you, seemingly patient, but you can see the furrow of his brow and the set of his jaw. Heâs trying hard to focus, too.
âSay Iâm yours. Tell me, so I know you understand.â
Your heart drops to your stomach at his words, and you clench unconsciously around him. His eyelids flutter, and then his grip in your hair tightens.
â Tell me , or I wonât move.â
You canât help but laugh, even though itâs laced with a moan when he twitches inside of you.
âWhy would you do that to yourself?â
He just tilts his head and smiles gently at you, like heâs not struggling immensely right now.
âSo that you know that this isnât just me claiming you.â
You breathe heavily as you stare up at him, your chest soaring with affection. And then you reach out to cup his face, stacking the syllables of his name once more, filled with love and the silent promise that youâll continue to say it like that, for the rest of your life.
âRintarou-â He sighs when you pull his mouth to yours. â Youâre mine .â You push your lips against his, soft. âYou belong to me now, okay? Youâre not allowed to go anywhere. I wonât let you.â
He tilts his head, kissing you slowly, murmuring against you. âPromise?â When you breathe a confirmation, nodding, he takes a breath. Gives you just a breath.
And then he pushes forward in the next, until his hips are flush against yours.
You moan into each otherâs mouths, your body tingling at the stretch. He draws his hips back, moaning your name breathlessly, and then snaps them forward, his patience gone.
You can only cling to him, burying your face in the crook of his neck, as he thrusts into you relentlessly. Your back slams into the cabinet with every snap of his hips against yours, filling the room with the sounds of your cries and the rhythmic promise of several noise complaints.
Rintarou barely notices, too lost in the feeling of you wrapped around him, tighter and tighter with every thrust. He pants into your ear, your name the only thing he has left in his head.
âI think you were made for me-Â â He pulls back, pressing his forehead against yours so he can look at you. Your eyes are filling with tears again, and your voice cracks when you stutter over his name on the next thrust. âYou fit so perfectly around me. Look-â He tangles his hand into your hair again, gripping tight and forcing you to look down with him.Â
You choke on a sob when you watch how he slams into you, and heâs quick to lift your head so he push his mouth against yours, claiming each and every sound that falls past your lips. âYou were made for me-â Itâs barely audible over the noises youâre making, increasingly louder the closer he pushes you to the edge. Your foot swings and catches on something behind Rin, something that falls to the floor and shatters on the other side of the counter. He doesnât even hear it. â Just for me .âÂ
The coil in the pit of your stomach twists angrily, but it stands no chance of surviving when he reaches down and presses his thumb to your clit, just like he had the first time. The coil snaps instantly and without warning, and youâre throwing your head back against the cabinet as your vision goes white.
â Rintarou- â You think you might have screamed it, but your ears are ringing, because he hasnât slowed down in the slightest. He just fucks you through it, his hips only stuttering when you clench tight around him. Only then does he slam his hands down on the counter on either side of you, his head buried in your neck.
He chokes on your name, and then youâre warm. Warm with the breath he heaves onto your skin, warm with the feeling of owning and belonging to him all at once. Warm as he spills into you, filling you up and making you his as he moans into your ear.
Finally, he stills. Slumps against you, chest heaving against yours as you comb your fingers through his hair with a trembling hand. He whispers against your skin, the â I love you â just as warm as everything else, while he curls his arms around your waist. Eventually he lifts his head, bangs stuck to his forehead with sweat and his skin as flushed and hot as yours.Â
You donât think youâll ever get tired of seeing this side of him.
He presses his lips against yours gently as he pulls out of you, and then he mumbles that heâs going to get a wet rag for you. Youâre strangely proud to see that your 6â2â, heavily pierced and tattooed gloom of a man actually loses his balance and stumbles slightly as heâs turning toward the hallway.
He glances back at you, embarrassed, and then breathes out a laugh when he finds you smiling lovingly up at him. He shakes his head, disappearing down the hall with a mumbled â shut up â.
He reappears a moment later, cleaning both of you up gently and kissing you every few seconds, just because he can. You lean lazily against the cabinet, your mind hazy and full of Suna Rintarou.
But then you glance down at the counter, and youâre tilting your head in confusion.
âWhereâd the other bowl go?âÂ
He hums curiously, realizing that thereâs only one bowl of pasta there. You lean forward and peer over the edge of the counter, realizing what had shattered earlier.
âOh.â His dinner is splattered all over the floor, the bowl in a million pieces.
Rin stares down at it, too, and then he turns to your bowl, lifting it toward you with a shrug.
âWe can split this one.â He twirls some pasta around your fork and takes a bite. You watch him wince as he chews. He scowls slightly, setting the bowl back down. ââs cold.â
You let out a laugh, pulling him toward you and giggling when he swallows the food with a grimace.Â
âWe can just order takeout.â
He looks down at you, taking you in. Youâre still undressed, skin still flushed, eyes still hazy in your afterglow. And then he shakes his head.
âYeah, I donât think anythingâs gonna be open.â
You frown, glancing at the clock on the stove. âItâs only 7.â
âYeah. For now .â And then he lifts you, ignoring your protests as he walks the two of you down the hall to his bedroom. He throws you down on his bed carelessly and reaches to pull his shirt over his head.Â
You watch with wide eyes and a fresh sense of arousal when he drops to his knees in front of you and wraps his arms around your thighs, a smile tugging at his lips as he pulls you toward him impatiently.
this guy i sorta, maybe, perhaps, mayhaps have a teeny tiny inzy winzy crush on at school looked me straight in the eye a while ago and asked "...why do you look prettier today?" and OMGGGG.
sorry, just had to share that.
like HELLO?! you're telling me you looked at me and came to the conclusion you think i'm pretty today? (âžâž> Ï <âžâž) like just ask me to marry you atp ^.^
this guy i sorta, maybe, perhaps, mayhaps have a teeny tiny inzy winzy crush on at school looked me straight in the eye a while ago and asked "...why do you look prettier today?" and OMGGGG.
sorry, just had to share that.
like HELLO?! you're telling me you looked at me and came to the conclusion you think i'm pretty today? (âžâž> Ï <âžâž) like just ask me to marry you atp ^.^
Hope your okay, would it be possible to have a lil smuty keith x afab reader fic, at the episode where they go to the pool that allura told them about (I don't remember wich episode it was), and like he gets all flustered from seing reader in her bikini, and a lil jealous cus lance tries flirting with reader.
Ofc take ur time, and I hope you rest well !!!!<3<3
Rendezvous | [Keith Kogane]
mdni 18+ content | Keith Kogane x afab! reader
cw; explicit sexual content, p in v sex, jealous Keith, rough sex, mean Keith, spanking, semi-public sex, orgasm denial, not really canon adjacent.
hi! I'm doing okay, it took a lot of will (and spliffs) to write this since writers block and lack of motivation has been whooping my ssssaa. Anywho, I hope you enjoy!
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Landing on a tropical planet for a temporary break was like a dream come true for you and the other paladins. The warm, humid climate almost made it feel like you were all back home on a regular sunny day. The whole crew had decided to spend their break time differently, fully taking advantage of the few hours of peace, savoring every second of paradise before you were up and running around space again.
Shiro had decided to take the productive route, opting to spend his time strengthening his bond with the black lion, deeming it absolutely necessary after the recent battle against Zarkon, where he almost took complete control of the vessel. Pidge and Hunk spent there's in the kitchen, no doubt creating new recipes with the food items collected on weekly supply hauls from local planets. Allura had been in her room all day, playing games like dress up and hide n' seek with her mice, the castle walls echoing her laughter while Coran made some maintenance repairs to the castle.
You, Keith and Lance had mutually agreed to share the pool, the rising temperature of the castle prompting you to finally wear your bikini. It was a simple but sexy red once piece, the panty accentuating the curve of your hips and the connecting top snuggly holding your breasts in place.
Keith shamelessly eyed you down as soon as he saw you, his face slightly flushing at the sight of your exposed skin. It was fun, seeing him so flustered-- especially knowing he had seen it all before. You played coy, bending over in front of him to pick up something you had "dropped" and adjusting your breasts in the bikini top over and over again, making sure he caught the way they settled back in to place, knowing exactly what was going through his mind, his hungry gaze making it all the more obvious.
You knew you took it too far, though, when you began to play around with Lance. The two of you splashed at each other, swimming around the pool competitively. Lance's natural affinity to water made it hard to keep up. He swam circles around you, calling out flirty little comments as he doused you in water whenever he got the chance. Keith remained in rigid silence, watching the both of you interact with a furrow in his brow. You could tell he was irked, his expression twisting into one you knew well the closer you got to Lance. He was Jealous. Brazenly so.
It was that same jealousy that had you where you were now-- bent over in the pool storage room, your hands gripping onto the wire shelf in front of you. The shelf rattled against the wall from the movement of your bodies, Keith rocking you back and fourth on his dick. The grip he had on your hips was bruising, his fingers digging into your skin as he fucked into you, his teeth grit tight, trying hard to keep his groans of pleasure concealed. You had less self control, your moans and whines for more echoing through the room, all shame and fear of getting caught out the window the second he entered you. He pressed his chest to your back, the bikini you had been wearing discarded and forgotten somewhere in the room, leaving your body completely open to his touch. He huffed and groaned into your ear, his hands leaving your hips to roam up and down your body, coming up to knead and fondle your breasts, squeezing them roughly while he thrust into you.
"Keith s-slow down" you gasped, the breath barley able to escape your lungs, your mouth hanging open in ecstasy when his fingers found your clit, rubbing tight circles over the bud and effectively putting a pause to your pleas. "Slow down, baby?" he grunted, his voice a deep rasp in your ear, sounding nothing like the gentle lover you knew so well. "I thought this was what you wanted" he pulled you closer to his body, grinding his hips into your ass, the tip of his dick pressing into you deep. The vicious pace of his hips combined with the euphoric stimulation on your clit was starting to make your vision blur. "Parading around that asshole in that tight, fucking bikini." he sunk his teeth into the flesh of your shoulder, making you cry out. "You think he could fuck you better than me? huh?" his hips snapped into you, hitting your sweet spot with abandon, the obscene squelching of your pussy made you flustered, the erotic noises made you cover your face from his view as your body fell apart beneath him.
He took in a breath, delivering a stinging swat to your ass when you didn't speak. "What, you don't hear me talking to you?" he sneered, smirking in satisfaction as you trembled beneath him, your quivering pussy gushing from your still building arousal. His hands came down to your ass, kneading the fat in his hands to soothe the sting. "C'mon baby, tell me what I wanna hear" he panted against your ear, his hips never ceasing their assault, the thick head of his dick abusing your sweet spot over and over and over. "A-ah, ah! no, k-keith no" you answered, your words fading from coherency to mindless broken words and babbles, your brain foggy from the pleasure buzzing up and down your veins. "mmmh, good girl" you felt him smile against the nape of your neck, grabbing your chin to swing your face around, leaving a bruising kiss against your swollen lips. You whined into his mouth feeling your body begin to tense, your swollen clit pulsing from the continuous stimulation from his fingers.
Right when you were on the brink of your high, your body contorting in pleasure from your impending orgasm--he pulled out of you quicker than you could blink. You whipped around to look at him in shock, eyes glossy with unshed tears. He acted oblivious, casually tucking his still hard dick away into his swim trunks. You watched him in silent outrage as he picked up the forgotten bikini, setting it down on the shelf in front of you.
"Keith, you can't be fucking serious" you gasped, your boyfriend giving you a sheepish shrug in response, "What, can't take what you dish out?" you scowled at him, frustration shooting up your spine at his snarky remark, your legs shakily holding you up as you struggled to slip the bikini back on. Keith chuckled, pressing one last needy kiss to your lips. "I think I'll head back to my room..I've had enough swimming for today" he whispered against your lips, his words holding a double meaning, an invitation. He pulled away from you, rendering you breathless as he walked out the door, leaving you no choice left but to follow, pouncing on him as soon as you reached his quarters.
i never knew i needed mean kenma until i read your streamer kenma fic shshshs. seeing his dynamic with his chat was so funny we need part 2 (especially the apology video/stream you said he had to make đ). the chat shitting and teasing him throughout the apology and i can't imagine other streamers'/friends' reaction finding out THE kodzuken having a scandal on stream. feel free to ignore, sending virtual hugs ~â€ïž
THIS FELT FUNNIER IN THEORY II
streamer!kenma does questionable things with his girlfriend on stream and now has to film an apology video for the entire internet.
Û¶à§ read part one
if you opened twitch that day, youâd see kodzuken live on his second account with a suspiciously simple title: âwe need to talk.â which, if youâd seen the clips circulating online, feels like the understatement of the century.
kenmaâs sitting there in his usual black hoodie, ring light making his face look even more deadpan than usual. the cameraâs rolling, chat very much not mutedâ which mightâve been a mistake for this stream, judging by the messages already flying past.
he clears his throat once and stares straight into the lens.
âokay, so⊠yeah. that last stream. hoo boy.â
kenmasbbg: HOO BOY IS CRAZY
verifiedkoduzukenobserver: run it back đđ
needsleepandkenma: chat replay last night's stream
parasociallystable: not the apology video đđđ
long-ass pause. hand scrubs the back of his neck.
âi, um, mightâve gotten a tad⊠enthusiastic. with my girlfriend. right there on the stream. oopsie daisy.â
another dramatic beat.
âi swear, it wasnât scripted or anything. total accident. didnât mean to broadcast⊠that level of, yâknow, gameplay. or expose her to the whole chat. privacy breach, big time.â
âit was unprofessional. and, like, against tos or something. twitch already slapped me with a banâ one week, no big deal.â
kneesweakforkozume: FREE OUR KING đ HE DID NOTHING WRONG
hecanruinmykda: this dude js said oopsie daisy about live porn yo twitch delete him
canonicallydownbad: ONE WEEK IS LIGHT WORK DO IT AGAIN
he shrugs, like getting suspended for live porn is just another lag spike.
âiâm genuinely sorry if it scarred anyoneâs eyeballs. or, uh, awakened something they didnât know was lurking. yâknow, the opposite of traumaâ letâs call it âunexpected enlightenment.ââ
lips quirk in that micro-smirk, betraying the whole act.
âand to any family or loved ones who tuned in⊠jesus, auntie, if youâre watching thisâ iâm so, so sorry you had to see your nephewâs⊠creative side. please donât disown me. or worse, send coal for christmas.â
kenmasbedhair: pretty sure THAT was more than just enlightenment
respectfullyunwell: kenma do a therapy stream next đ
certifiedkenmasimp: AUNTIE WATCHED???
rankedwithkenmawhen: free auntie til its backwards đđđ
he winces for effect, like the ironyâs hitting him square in the ballsâ apologizing for the not-so-family-friendly fuckup while knowing said stream probably got clipped and is now trending on pornhub.
spectatingmyhusband: CAP
apple.creampie: SEE YOU NEXT WEEK ROUND 2 AFTER BAN LIFTS
hiswifiwife: most believable kenma apology â ïžâ ïž
ilovegamerhands: top 10 worst apology videos to have ever surfaced the internet
kenma watches the messages for a moment, eyes narrowing slightly before the faintest, most unhelpful smile appears.
âyou asked for it.â
and when the stream cuts to black, kenmaâs friendsâ who had very fortunately missed last nightâs late-night streamâ are finally introduced to the clip currently circulating across the internet.
kuroo finds it first.
mostly because the moment he sees kodzuken trending, that's not new, but his curiosity immediately overrides his better judgment.
it starts innocently enough.
heâs sprawled across his couch, half scrolling through twitter with the kind of idle interest people reserve for internet drama that definitely isnât their problem, when kenmaâs username pops up in the trending column.
not just trending.
trending with the word âscandal.â
kuroo squints at his phone.
ââŠwhat did he do,â he mutters.
a few taps later, heâs deep in the tag.
most of the tweets are some variation of:
BREAKING NEWS: KING EXECUTED BECAUSE HE FED HIS PEOPLE
I CANNOT BELIEVE HE DID THAT ON STREAM
FREE BRO HE'S INNOCENT
WE ASKED AND HE DELIVERED IG
kuroo frowns slightly, interest sharpening.
âthereâs no way kenma of all peopleââ
then he finds the clip.
for a brief moment, the room is completely silent except for the faint audio from his phone.
then kuroo chokes. violently.
whatever drink he had just taken immediately goes down the wrong pipe as he coughs into his sleeve.
ââŠno way,â he wheezes.
he rewinds it.
watches it again.
the second viewing somehow makes it worse.
kuroo slowly lowers the phone from his face, blinking at the ceiling like heâs reconsidering several life choices.
âthat little dog.â
his first instinct, naturally, is to share the suffering, because his thumb is already flying across the screen.
NEKOMA GC (revived)
kuroo:
guys
i regret to inform you
kenma is trending
yaku:
for what
kuroo:
live porn.
yamamoto:
WHAT
lev:
?????!?!?!???
fukunaga:
link
yaku:
please tell me you're joking
kuroo:
i wish
lev:
wait hold on
KENMA KENMA???
OUR KENMA??
KENMA KOZUME??????
yaku:
WHO ELSE WOULD HE MEAN LEV
lev:
I DONTKNOWW MAYBE ANOTHER ONE??
fukunaga:
unlikely..
also hello?? link??
asking for a friend
kai:
kuroo explain...
kuroo:
nah i'm not explaining
let the man himself do it
[1 link attached]: "we need to talk."
the chat goes quiet.
a full twenty seconds pass.
thenâ
yamamoto:
OH MY GOD
lev:
WAIT WAIT WAIY
SO HE WAS LIVE STREAMING
AND THEN
PEOPLE SAW THAT???/
fukunaga:
yes
yaku:
i hate all of u
i swear on everyone's life except mine kenma will stop trending
fukunaga:
but he said oopsie daisy
polite king
kenma:
don't believe everything you see on the internet
that clip was clearly ai
yaku:
end convo
but that's not the endâ because meanwhile, several thousand kilometers away in brazil, hinata shoyo is sitting on the beach after a game of volleyball, legs stretched out as he scrolls through his phone.
oikawa is beside him, laying on the sand with a towel around his shoulders, lazily checking twitter between sips of his drink.
hinata suddenly perks up.
âoh!â
oikawa glances over. âwhat.â
hinata tilts his phone toward him.
âkenmaâs trending.â
oikawa immediately narrows his eyes. âfor what?â
hinata squints at the screen.
âuh⊠it says scandal.â
that makes oikawa sit up straight.
âwhat kind of scandal.â
hinata taps the tag.
the first tweet loads.
THIS CAN'T BE REAL UNBAN KENMA HE ONLY WANTED TO FEED HIS FANS
oikawa frowns. âdid what.â
hinata scrolls a little.
THE CLIP IS REAL???
âoh thereâs a video,â hinata says brightly.
he presses play.
for a few seconds, both of them watch silently.
thenâ
âWHAT THE FUCK.â
oikawa bolts upright.
âWHAT THE FUCK??? WHAT THE FUCK????â
hinata blinks at the screen.
ââŠoh.â
oikawa whips his head toward him. âoh???â
hinata watches the clip again, humming quietly in thought.
âkenma has a girlfriend,â he says, sounding impressed.
oikawa stares at him in horror.
âTHATâS YOUR CONCLUSION???â
hinata nods happily.
âyeah! good for him.â
he scrolls down the replies.
âwow, people are really talking about it.â
oikawa drags a hand down his face.
âshoyo this is not gossip this is a disaster.â
hinata tilts his head.
ââŠwhy?â
oikawa points violently at the phone.
âbecause he did that on stream!â
hinata looks back at the screen, studying it again with mild curiosity.
âohhh.â
he pauses.
ââŠso everyone saw.â
âYES.â
hinata nods slowly.
âthat makes sense.â
oikawa stares at him like heâs losing sanity by the second.
âwhy are you so calm.â
hinata beams.
âi think itâs nice he likes his girlfriend.â
oikawa chokes.
âTHAT IS NOT THE POINT.â
hinata continues scrolling.
âchat seemed really excited about it.â
oikawa turns toward the sky like heâs asking the universe for patience.
âi cannot believe this is happening.â
hinata taps his screen again.
âshould we send it to kageyama.â
oikawa slowly turns his head.
ââŠabsolutely."
IM SO GLAD U ASKED BECAUSE I WAS AXTUALLY WRITING IT BEFORE UR REQUEST CAME IN HEHEHE
I take one look at my drafts and I see the highly requested series I never finished. Iâm scared to go into my drafts now, ridden with the shame of not finishing itâŠ(this was a draftâŠ)*screams like a chicken*đ„°
Imagine being Bakugoâs twin sister and when youâre children, Izuku has a crush on you. One day, after interpreting marriage in the innocent way a 5 year old would, he asks Katsuki when he can marry you.
Katsuki, being a protective older brother, thinks about this and realises Izuku is Quirkless, and says Izuku can ask you to marry him if Izuku ever becomes the Number One Hero. Itâs meant to be interpreted as never.
When Izuku actually attends UA and is All Mightâs successor, Katsuki panics like hell. Even though heâs only maybe eleven minutes older than you, youâre still his baby sister, and he is not letting you marry anyone, because no one is good enough for his sister.
Even when Izuku does become a hero eight years later, even though Izuku doesnât have you as his main reason to be the best and he and Katsuki are close, Katsuki is still absolutely clawing up the ranks to Number One because no one can be allowed to marry his baby sister.
And within the first two minutes of the latest hero rankings being announced, and Izuku being in shock heâs Number One, his phone goes off with a message from Katsuki.