The café shop near the campus has been more of a home to you than your own house now; you can’t even count how much you’ve visited this month.
Your usual order would be something mellow for your palette — a foamy texture for your lips.
However, it may be that your stress is getting into you that lately, your tongue has been well-acquainted with the bitter kick of the coffee that makes you feel awake.
And it really does its job. Whenever you’d ask for an extra shot of caffeine in your drink, the weariness of your eyes goes away and it makes you focus on studying.
But Kita Shinsuke, your friend, and one of the baristas in the cafe, would beg to differ.
Kita has been a good observant; he’s been aware of how your order would change whenever an exam is coming up; how you anxiously tap your pen as you take a sip; and how you would squint your eyes at your laptop as you squeeze your cup like it’s the only thing anchoring you to sanity.
He admires people who are hardworking — dedicated. But what he doesn’t appreciate is how this routine of yours is starting to be unhealthy.
He once tried talking you out of it, saying something along the lines of, “Overconsumption of caffeine is terrible for your health, you know?”
Sadly, you were stubborn — you weren’t even paying attention to his point, “Shin, coffee helps me focus on studying.” You say, as if the bags under your eyes is not enough proof of your fatigueness.
So, one day, Kita decided to take matters to his own hands.
When you came up to the counter, you didn’t even bother looking at the menu, already knowing what you’ll order anyway.
“One americano, with an extra shot of caffeine. Make it stronger today.”
Kita doesn’t greet you. He looked at you a second longer than usual, and he just nodded.
You settled down on your seat, and you didn’t waste any time as you immediately started your study session.
When Kita served your order directly on your table and not from the counter, you gave him a quirked brow. Nonetheless, you closed your eyes and took a sip as you needed energy.
Your eyes shot open when the bitterness didn’t greet your taste buds — but something sweet, velvety; a taste that swirled comfort in your tongue.
“...Is this hot chocolate?”
He didn’t answer yet for a few seconds, studying your expression as you ascertain what the drink could be.
“Coffee makes you restless, but a cup of hot chocolate makes you feel relaxed.” Kita replied, finally.
You almost hated the way he’s right, “Shin, you know I need to finish studying today. Exam’s about to start tomorrow.”
“But have you been sleeping?”
“Yes.”
“On time? With enough sleep?”
You pursed your lips, realizing he saw right through you and there will be no point in lying.
He sighed, and you know he’s about to scold you like a mother.
“Everything you’ve studied won’t be retained if you don’t give yourself a break. So, rest. Non-negotiable. No buts,” he paused, “I know you’ll ace the exams.”
You stared at him for a moment, and with a sigh of defeat, you closed your laptop down, “Fine. Just this once.”
Kita smiled at you, “I’ll take it.”
And you smiled back, thinking that the hot chocolate—that is still in your hand—isn’t so bad; especially that it is tenderness and care poured into a cup.
note: don’t know what to feel about this — it’s just an idea i had when i realized i was about to overdose in caffeine last week. but hey, at least i finally wrote for kita!
It is supposed that fate is an outcome driven by an external force. Whatever the circumstance may be, it is inevitable.
What you also know is that fate is enjoying its time making a laughingstock out of you; making every odds turn their backs against you.
For instance, how the alarm went off at 7:30 — making you miss your first class — when you were certain you’ve set the alarm for 6:30.
Or how cliché it was when you tripped over nothing as you ran to the campus, but no handsome prince catched you — a puddle did, though. It gracefully catched you that your uniform was a brown mess.
You swore you physically heard fate laughing at you when your science teacher paired you with Tsukishima Kei for a research project.
That was your last straw for the day.
You’ve always seen him as a competition when it comes to academics. Even though you seldom interact with him, you were sure he likewise sees you that way.
With the way he would give a subtle smug or a sarcastic remark that you knew was aimed at you whenever he excels better in a certain aspect, just the mere thought of him was infuriating.
You told yourself to not let him get on your nerves, as you believe that those who reply to a fool only proves that there are two.
But this science teacher of yours might’ve just changed that.
The project was set to be presented on the day before your finals week. Your teacher announced the project ahead of time since research is a lengthy process. Meaning, you have ten weeks to work on the project.
Also meaning ten weeks working with Tsukishima.
Once the bell rang signifying it’s break time, you slumped on your chair, the unfortunate train of events that happened earlier draining you.
In the corner of your vision, you saw Tsukishima walking towards you. But you pretend you didn’t notice.
“You look awful.” Was the first thing he said.
“Great.” You thought to yourself. You held your tongue back, trying not to get provoked.
He stared at you like you were a sight for sore eyes, until he snapped out of it and pulled out a piece of paper from his pocket. He took your pen that was on your table and scribbled something on the paper.
“Hey—!“ You exclaimed, but before you could even say an actual sentence, he handed the paper right to your face.
You hesitantly took it, while looking at him irritated. You read what he wrote, and it was only his email address and phone number.
“Message me to talk about the project,” Tsukishima said, his voice laced in a stern manner, “The sooner we’re done, the better.”
You nodded and you watched him walk out of the classroom. You heave a strained sigh, thinking what you could have possibly done to be led to this situation.
In the first week, you managed to muster up courage to come at him during a free period in class.
You invited yourself in his space, and pulled up a chair in front of him. He took his headphones off, looking offended as if you ate the last piece of strawberry shortcake.
“The sooner the better, right? Let’s start brainstorming.” You said as you scoot your seat closer to his table.
Tsukishima put his headphones down, “I’ll think of something. Clearly, your ideas weren't bright when your experiment failed last year. A shitty work, by the way.”
A vein popped in your forehead.
Screw it. Let there be two fools now.
“Oh? You’ll be needing me to write especially when you misspelt Mississippi in our english test, though.” You retorted.
He scowled, “I just missed one letter s.”
You gave him a vexing smile that deepened his scowl, so he brought up that one history test he was one point higher than you.
Obviously, it was to spite you — and he was so good at it that you brought up the time when you won first place in a quiz bee against him.
Needless to say, the rest of the time went on bickering with him. It was even a miracle that somehow, the two of you managed to come up with a topic. Surprisingly so, both of you were thinking of the same thing.
What are the odds of that?
“So, astronomy it is?” You asked.
“No objections, but we still need to be specific.”
You think for a moment, and a light bulb appeared above your head, “What do you think of meteors and asteroids?” You suggested.
“You’re into that stuff?” He asked, clearly bemused.
“It’s intriguing! Plus, some people interchange their definitions and are confused about which is which. We can add that to the significance of our research.”
He fixed his glasses to his nose bridge, “Fair enough.”
You stood up from the chair, “I’ll start our document. I’ll send it to you via email.”
You thought that maybe working with Tsukishima would be manageable. But your bubbles soon burst when the second week came and he arrived at the café where you both agreed to meet at.
“Did you receive the document I sent you?” You asked, as you looked up at him from your laptop.
“I did. What’s with the document name? At least try to be professional with this.”
Having no clue what he was talking about, you looked back to your laptop. Surely enough, the document’s name is something rather silly.
As your finger harshly clicked the back space button, you babble, “Oh god- I didn’t mean to. I- this was done so late. I typed whatever came to mind, I—“
“And you couldn’t think of anything better?” Tsukishima sat down in front of you as he cut you off, “If I’m stuck with someone like you for the rest of the semester, I might as well be damned.”
You snapped. “Excuse you? For the record, I’m the one who has to put up with you. And by the way, the document can be edited. Unfortunately, your tiny brain isn’t aware of that.”
The two of you worked silently for the rest of the day — only speaking when it’s needed.
If this was how it will be working with him, what more with the upcoming weeks? You’d think that pairing two top students would be an excellent idea, but you are so wrong with that.
What has fate gotten you into?
In the third week, it went on with the same, petty quarrels which affected the project.
So on the fourth week, you’ve had enough with the two of you being childish.
You slammed your hands on his table, “Look, Tsukishima,” You put emphasis on his name, “We don’t have to like each other. But for the sake of this project, we need to put our differences aside.”
He looked at you momentarily, as if thinking about it, then he sighed. “Truce?”
With a hand shake, the useless arguments with him died down. During the fifth week, you felt something shifted when you didn’t mind him bickering at you — when the bickering started to feel like a routine.
Then for the first time, you thought that maybe fate finally took pity on you when Tsukishima bought you a sandwich in the sixth week. His timing was perfect, as you haven’t eaten anything yet.
What are the odds of that?
“What’s this for?” You asked
“Take it or not. Up to you.” He replied.
You quirked a brow, “It could be poisoned for all I know.” You said, trying to strike up a joke.
“If I wanted to poison you, I would’ve done that a long time ago.”
As your stomach growled, you gave in and took a bite of the sandwich. Was this his way of apologizing to you? You weren’t quite sure, but you smiled at the thought as you eat.
In the seventh week, you felt fate pulling strings to play games with you when you could feel Tsukishima’s delicate glances on you from time to time.
When he stood up to gather text books, only then you exhaled. When he came back minutes later, you tried to ignore whatever that was earlier and started to read for information.
“Hey, look at this,” You nudged Tsukishima and showed him the page you found, “Roughly 450 meters wide and 170 meters tall Asteroid Apophis, expected to hit Earth three years from now.”
He read the text and he breathed in, “It’s also said that those speculations went down to zero. The chances of it making an impact anytime soon is low. Read again.”
You faced the book once more, “Still, it’s also said that Apophis will come closer nevertheless. We can add this to show it’s possible for asteroids to alter the Earth’s orbit.”
Tsukishima let out a defeated sigh, “I’ll look more into it. I don’t want to risk our grades for any information that might be erroneous.”
Silence then engulfed the both of you as you pondered with all these asteroids and meteors stuff.
“That asteroid’s fate to hit Earth is sad if you think about it. It’s much more majestic in outer space than here.” You said absentmindedly.
He looked at you in disbelief, “Somehow you’re more worried about the asteroid being on Earth and not the human race getting crumpled? You’re weird.”
You furrowed your brows, “You’re no fun!”
Tsukishima put the book that he was reading down, taking a moment in as though he’s resting from academic exhaustion.
Then, he spoke, “You’re right. If asteroids just stayed out there, dinosaurs wouldn’t be extinct.”
You blinked. Once. Twice. Then you snorted. “Seriously? And here you’re talking about me being the weird one.”
He just shook his head and was about to go back to reading when you asked, “Which dinosaur is your favorite?”
“Tyrannosaurus Rex.” He plainly replied.
You smiled, “Mine too.”
What are the odds of that?
“Just say t-rex is the only kind of dinosaur you know.”
Your smile was immediately replaced with a frown and you tried to prove him wrong, “I like Brachiosaurus as well! Dilophosaurus, too!”
Tsukishima clicked his tongue and waved you off, “Whatever. Just focus on our research.”
But you swore you saw his lips turn into a faint smile. At least that’s what you assumed. It could also be that irritating smirk of his. Whatever it was, it made your stomach flutter that you wanted to punch it.
In the eighth and ninth week, you and Tsukishima managed to finish the research paper, even already starting to practice how you’ll present with him.
There was only one more week left until the presentation. Then you’ll part ways with Tsukishima Kei. In some way, you didn’t like the idea of that.
In the tenth week, you buried your face on your palms, hoping it would rub away the weariness of your eyes — and hoping that it’ll put Tsukishima out of your mind.
You looked up when you heard a notification go off from your phone. You checked it a little too hastily. As if fate heard your thoughts, Tsukishima messaged you, asking if you were already starting to proofread the paper.
You typed your response: “Not yet. Had a tiring day, sorry.”
A good 40 minutes had passed before he replied, that you almost jumped when you heard the notification bell.
“Go get sleep.”
“Why?”
“I don’t want to have a shitty output just because my pair is worn out.”
You didn’t retort. Didn’t get mad. If anything, it made you smile to yourself — and before you could turn your phone off, you caught a glimpse of his last text: “Sleep tight.”
With that, you dozed off to dreamland, unsure of what fate has planned out for you.
On the day of the presentation, you were a nervous wreck. You paced back and forth, trying to practice your part of the presentation in mind.
“What if I forget my part? What if I get mentally blocked?”
“Hey—“ Your shoulders twitched when a hand touched it. When you turned, Tsukishima was behind you.
“The presentation’s about to start.” He calmly said.
You gulped, forcing the lump made by anxiety to go down, “Right…”
As you and Tsukishima sat on your chairs beside each other, your body still wouldn’t stop to shudder. You let out a hush shriek when you felt a hand on top of yours.
He squished your hand and said, “We’re in this together. You’ll do great.”
You glanced at his hand, then you averted your gaze to his eyes. Then, you chuckled, “Not shitty this time?”
“No.” He gave you a soft smile, and you swore you could’ve melted right then and there.
When the two of you are called to present, it went amazing. You managed to deliver your part just as practiced, and you were able to answer every question thrown at you.
You should be happy that you’re finally out of this ordeal, but you couldn’t be. Not when you still wanted to have more time with Tsukishima.
Once the science period is done, you went to the washroom to freshen up — and when you came back in the classroom, the tall blonde was nowhere to be seen.
However, on your table, there was a sandwich. The same sandwich Tsukishima gave you after you called for a truce. Except, there was a note next to it.
As you read his note, it almost made you run to find and hug him.
In the note, he wrote: “The chances of me being paired with you are higher than Asteroid Apophis ever hitting the Earth. I like the odds of that.”
So for once, you’ve decided to let fate do its thing and let it lead you.
── ✦
“That was three years ago? Unbelievable.” The four-eyed man beside you mutters, as the two of you walk with hands intertwined.
“And I still remember it clearly. Isn’t that amazing, Kei?”
He huffs, “You and your amazing brain.”
You give him a giggle, “Years ago we were at each other’s throats. Look at us now.”
As the saying goes, fate sure has its weird way of bringing people together.
Your breath hitches as you two reached the top of the hill. The gust of wind sweeps your hair; the collision of the green and purple sky enchants you.
“But I don’t think this is fate’s doing.” You suddenly say, and you look at Tsukishima, who is already looking at you.
“Being here with you is our destiny from the start. Back then, we could’ve asked our science teacher to change pairs with another classmate, but—“
“—But we didn’t.” He finishes your sentence.
“We didn’t.” You repeat, with a smile.
Tsukishima looks at you fondly, before asking, “Isn’t fate and destiny technically the same?”
“Silly, no! Fate cannot be changed, whereas destiny can be changed once an individual have decided to shape the trajectory of their path.” You enthusiastically corrected him.
He has a deadpan expression before he saltily laughs, “You really are weird. Since when did you start to get into that cheesy stuff?”
You smug at him, “Ever since you left that note after our presentation.”
Immediately, he clears his throat to act tough, “That was a moment of weakness.”
You burst out laughing and Tsukishima gives you his ardent smile that only you can get.
You shift your gaze back to the aurora sky as you call out his name, “Hey, Kei?”
He hums in response.
“Hypothetically, if Asteroid Apophis will ever hit the Earth’s surface, do you think the chances of it landing on the exact same spot where we are right now are high?”
He raises a brow, “I thought we’re done with that asteroid?”
“Oh come on! You’re still no fun!”
He lets out a snicker, “Only fate knows what is stored for that asteroid.”
You give him a teasing smile, “Who says something about being cheesy now?”
“Oh shut up. You started it.”
“I did.”
“Your ways are rubbing off on me.”
“I’m glad its working.”
“And this is what I have to put up with for the rest of my life?”
“You love me though.”
Tsukishima pauses then in a serious tone, he says, “I do.”
At this moment, you think that maybe — just maybe — the odds are finally on your side now.
note: a back to back tsukki fic, hello? anyways, this is a rewrite of the fic i posted two years ago but deleted. safe to say i like this version better. hope you guys enjoyed bcs this story will always be my fave!
synopsis: you thought your silly hobby can be hidden from your boyfriend, tsukishima.
pairing: tsukishima kei x reader
content: gender neutral reader, fluff fluff fluff, domestic, short drabble, just a little tsukki headcanon because i love him, self-indulgence.
Everyone can agree that Tsukishima Kei isn’t the flowery, poetic words kind of guy.
Even the man himself accord to that perception.
He is, though, a man of gestures. Not the grand kind — but the kind that makes you feel stable and at ease.
Achingly so, he’s consistent with it as well that by all means, you feel guilty for hiding a particular interest.
You were afraid of what he’ll say if he finds out you have a childish hobby for collecting blind boxes, toys, or whatever you may call it.
Thus, you tried your best to hide your whole box of trinkets from him as you two unpack in your new shared home.
You were so careful, lest your trinkets make a noise. So quiet, that only the slow droplets from the faucet — that needs to be replaced — echoes through the walls.
But he’d notice.
He would always notice before you can even utter a word about it.
Hence a few days after, as not to arouse suspicion, he made an excuse saying, “I’m heading out to buy a new faucet for our bathroom.”
When he came back, he wasn’t holding a metallic water tap.
Instead, he was holding a small box — a blind box — and you take a peak as you hide behind the door, eager to pounce at him and open the blind box yourself.
“Oh,” Tsukishima says casually, “It’s the rare one.”
You inhale sharply and with a thud, your boyfriend looks up at you.
“Can I…” You hesitate for a moment, “Take a look..?”
He walks towards you without saying anything, and he hands you the trinket.
You didn’t even notice the way both edges of your lips turned upwards, and the way your eyes sparkled as you admire the trinket on your hand.
But Tsukishima noticed.
As you were about to give it back, he shrugged. When you looked at him with confusion, he just said, “What? It’s yours.”
And moments later as you got out of the bathroom after your shower, you noticed your collection of trinkets were already organized on the shelf. They were placed carefully as though they were something sacred — something special.
More so, the trinket that Tsukishima got you? It’s placed beside his dinosaur figurine.
He didn’t tease you. He didn’t question it.
You smile — because you realized you didn’t have to hide or explain yourself to him; and because you knew that being who you are is something Tsukishima had already chosen.
He soon became your assistant who follows you around the shop whilst carrying your shopping basket full of blind boxes — and he’d secretly look for one as well to match trinkets with you while he’s at it.
note: back to writing fluff & i need a six-foot tall volleyball player with glasses named tsukishima kei to support me in my hobby of collecting useless, expensive trinkets <3.
synopsis: a little celebration was all you planned to do. who would’ve thought it would turn into a long night?
pairing: kuroo tetsurou x reader
content: 18+ mdni, smut with plot, timeskip kuroo, afab reader, m receiving, p in v, missionary, use of profanities, praising, alcohol-influenced intimacy, with consent, still read with caution.
You promised yourself it would just be a short night-out celebration. A quick meal and a drink—or two—is all you intended to do. Nothing reckless.
You had just gotten a promising job offer, and achievements like that deserve a little celebration.
You swore that once your second glass of drink is empty, you'll head back to your apartment, and call it a day.
That is, until a man—who you guessed is about your age, took the seat beside yours on the bar counter.
As you took a sip on your drink, you eyed him—he was wearing a suit and tie; and while his blazer wasn’t on, his polo made his broad shoulders prominent. Not to mention, the rolled up sleeves flex his forearms. His ravenette hair is up in a rather deformed way, and is a little disheveled.
Perhaps he just had a stressful day at work?
"You know," he said lowly, "most people try to at least be subtle."
You almost choked on your drink when you heard him speak.
"Shit. Did you hear my thoughts?" You said with wide eyes.
The man eyed you up from head to toe, before offering you a chuckle. He has a rather cheeky grin, you must say.
"I'll save you the embarrassment—no," he replied as he took a sip from his drink.
"I apologize, it's just that—you sat beside me and stole my attention."
"Should I sit elsewhere, then?" He asked teasingly, which made you a little bashful.
"...No," you cringed at the way you almost stuttered, "I probably should just zip my mouth."
The man gave you another chuckle. This time, a little heartily.
You didn’t reply and went back to your drink; the ice was already melting, so might as well finish your second glass.
You were about to take your purse and pay, until the man beside you spoke up, "What brings you to this place?"
You let out a snort. "That's a great question for a first move, alright," you said, biting into his attempt.
It probably wouldn't hurt to stay for a little longer, right?
Besides, he looked intriguing enough.
In the corner of your eye, you saw him turn to you, "Says the one who stared at me long enough for an ice cream to melt?" He said, biting back.
Hence, you likewise swung your chair to face him, "Well, sir, I'm here because I landed myself a new job—a very good one too."
He then nodded, approvingly. "Congratulations, then." He raised his glass, and took a sip.
"What about you? I'm guessing it's a hectic day."
He groaned, "Bingo. Don't wanna talk about it. Just here to blow off some steam."
"Yikes, must be a rough one." You don't even want to think that it's guaranteed that you'll be in this man's shoes someday.
"Very," he briefly stopped, "I’m glad they'll be soon bringing the newly hired. I could use some help in my office."
You hummed in response, and immediately remembered that you're supposed to be going home already.
Then, as if he could read your mind, he politely offered, "Stay for a little while...? Drinks are on my tab tonight. Consider it a congratulatory gift."
You really did promise it would just be two drinks and you're done—but that promise was long forgotten when you didn't refuse him.
His company was...nice. The man talked smart, and he talked well. That made you indulge in the conversation you were having with him, without any care of the time.
However, after drinking a few more glasses of alcohol, it was then that you realized that it wasn't such a good idea. It never was.
As minutes passed by, it was starting to become warm. Too warm for your liking. The ambiance of the bar started to become more orange-y, and the warmth on your face made you feel like you were on fire.
There was also that pang in your head—still, you convinced yourself you were aware and conscious of what was happening.
As you touched your forehead, you stole a glance at the man beside you.
Your eyes immediately widen at the proximity between you and him.
It was also then when you noticed that your leg was practically touching his.
When did the distance between the two of you disappear?
Was it when you couldn't properly understand what he was saying?
You snapped out of your thoughts when you felt his hand brush yours; and you felt an electric rush throughout your whole body, dangerously so.
You slightly gasp when he asks, "Are you alright?" In his drawling tone.
You tried your best to form a coherent reply but you ended up looking at him instead, "Hey, you're ridiculously handsome, you know?" You suddenly blabbered.
He blinked, taken aback, but kept his composure. "Oh? You only noticed that just now?"
Cocky. But his cockiness didn't piss you off. If anything, it—or rather, he gave you warmth—and it settles right where it shouldn't be.
He placed a hand on top of your knee, and he proceeded to massage it in a gentle, circular motion. He drew his face inches towards you, until you could feel his breath on your ear.
"How about we take this somewhere else?" He whispered. His voice was low enough that you feel it more than you hear it.
Your heart hammered, and you only gulped in response.
Thus, the only thing you recall after going to the bar was you hopping into the passenger seat of his car and driving into the nearest motel you two can find.
The man already seemed harmless, he looked like a fine wine too. So, maybe a little reckless night wouldn’t hurt—maybe changing your decisions for tonight won’t cause so much mess, right?
The cold air in the room instantly prickled your skin as he unzipped your dress, and you shuddered with the contact of his fingertips.
“You’re nervous,” he said, “sure you want this?”
You nodded—not out of pressure, but for clarity.
He amusingly smiled, “You really shouldn’t trust strangers this easily.”
You looked at him, and the lamp light perfectly refined the features of his face.
“Shut up,” you mustered, and you kneeled in front of him.
You unzipped his pants, and you gulped at the bulge showing on his boxers. Shaking your remaining dignity off, you looked up at him, “Consider this my payment for the drinks,” you paused, “...and a reward for your hard work at your job.”
Your hand found its way to his clothed erection. The man himself is quite tall, so his size should’ve been expected—but nothing could’ve prepared you for this.
Heck, you didn’t even see this kind of night coming.
You slowly moved your hand and you heard him groan. You pulled his boxers down, and your hand continued to do its job in pleasuring his painfully hard shaft. His hand clutched a strandfull of your hair, urging you to do more.
You licked the head of his cock, slurping his leaking precum as you did so. You almost gagged at the taste—thankfully, the flavor of the alcohol remained on your tongue which cancelled out some of the saltiness.
His grip on your hair tightened when you finally put his cock in your mouth. His girth was enough to make some tears form in the corner of your eyes, but you managed to take some of him anyway.
You started to bob your head up and down, as your hand did the same with the remaining flesh of his dick.
“Shit… There we go… fuck—just like that…” He choked out. You swore he twitched when you gaze up on him.
You fastened your pace, and his hand brushed away strands of your hair that were on your face. He eventually held your hair up like a ponytail, so that it wouldn't get in the way.
The man threw his head back, and you felt the tip of his cock touch the back of your throat, “Mmphf..!” Your muffled moan sent vibrations right on his dick.
“Fuck,” his said in a hoarse voice, “keep doing that and—oh shit!” His words were cut off when he came undone right in your mouth. His warm essence slid down in your throat, so you didn’t have a choice but to swallow.
After a minute or so, you slowly retracted your face—and a string of saliva connected your tongue to his tip.
The two of you pant, which became the only thing audible in the room. “H-hah… You… You’re good… Not bad.” He compliments, in between his breaths.
You wiped off some of his cum that lingered on your lips using your thumb, and you licked it in front of him.
That was enough for him to grab you up by the shoulders, and smash his lips with yours. It was rushed and heated—like a tide pulling you in.
He only pulled back when he pushed you into the bed and you felt the soft, bouncy foam and cushions underneath you.
He was hovering on top of you, “Don’t tempt me more.”
You thought of returning the cockiness he showed earlier, so you replied, “Or what?”
Then, he came closer to you. Close, that both of your legs got caged together by his—and he stripped off the remaining article of his clothing.
His hand skillfully untied his necktie, and he unbuttoned his polo, revealing his packed body.
You smirked, entertained by his little strip show, “Didn’t expect a corporate worker to be this physically built.”
He discarded the garments, throwing them on the floor. “I played volleyball when I was in high school,” he replied with a hint of pride in his voice.
You hummed at his response, and you suddenly remembered that your new job is related to volleyball.
Maybe you can ask for some notes from this guy later on.
You went out of your thoughts with a gasp when he removed your panty and put both of your legs on his shoulders.
“Don’t you back out now.”
He grinded his cock on your folds, and the friction made you heave a euphoric sigh. Your pussy was already in heat, and whatever this man gave you left a wave of ecstasy in your whole body.
As he puts it in, you could feel his length stretch you—and the position you were made it sting.
Once you felt comfortable enough, you gave him a signal to move.
He started slowly, and his hands gripped both of your thighs.
“Mhm… More… Please, more… Faster—ah..!”
You pleaded.
Now who was he to refuse?
He gradually fastened in each thrust—and it left you a moaning mess. When you were about to cover your mouth, he was just on time to pin your wrists above your head.
“Hngf… Right there!” You mewled, as he kept on hitting the right spot, “Ah, ah, ah…Shit!”
He groaned, “You feel too good… Hah…”
He continued to fuck you like it’s the only way to release stress from work. From the soft drags of sheets, to your noise sounding like music to his ears, and to the creaks of the bed due to every movement; he was savoring each of it.
You closed your eyes as you felt a knot form in your stomach, and the way your hole pulsed around his dick made him curse.
“I-I’m n-near…!” You managed to say.
“Yeah?” He thrust, hard. “Cum for me sweetheart.”
Your sweet release didn’t take long right after he said that, you squealed as satisfaction hit you. The man left a few more thrusts in you, before he pulled out and spilled his cum on your belly, making you an artwork of filth.
He plopped down beside you, and the two of you lied still, catching your breaths.
“That was…something…” he laughed weakly, “You’re incredible.”
You nudged him—embarrassed, and laughed with him.
Few moments later, he caught you off guard when he asked, “Up for another round?”
Then again, the night already made it this far.
So, why would you refuse?
The rest of the evening became fragments. You woke up with an immense headache, a sore body, and a face as red as a ripe tomato.
You turned your head from side to side, scanning for any presence of the strange man from last night. Running out of luck, he was nowhere to be seen—even his clothes and shoes were gone.
You grabbed your purse that was on the bedside table, and you pulled out your phone. Your reflection glimmered on the screen and you scolded yourself, “With a stranger, really?! Have you no shame?!”
You flicked your forehead. What was done cannot be undone, anyway.
Then, you saw a glass of water, morning pills, and a piece of paper placed on the table as well. You picked the paper up, and you read the note with his number on it.
You took the pills, took a bath, fixed your things, and fled from the motel. Thankfully, that man already paid for all the expenses. You ought to properly thank him next time. But not now. Not when you have no face to show.
The day after, you kept thinking about contacting his number and reaching out. However, you just couldn’t. It was to save yourself from the embarrassment, or so you justify.
You tried to move on from what happened and kept it out of your mind. After all, there are better things you should be focusing on.
Like, for example, your new job in the Japan Volleyball Association.
The heels of your shoes click on the polished floor, as you walk behind an assistant who is showing you around the building. Then, the both of you stop in front of a lavish, wooden door.
“…And since you’re in the sports promotion division, it’s best if you meet the department head.” The assistant says, and you brush the sleeves of your blazer, trying your best to look presentable.
The assistant opens the door, and you follow behind them, so you can’t see the person who you’ll now be working under.
“Oh? Is that the new hire?”
Oh.
His voice makes you stop on your tracks.
It’s familiar—too familiar.
The assistant steps aside to show you to your new boss;
To show you to the man you’ve been avoiding;
To show you to the man who fucked you good the other night.
You feel like turning your back and asking for help when the assistant says, “Then, I’ll be taking my leave,” and closes the door behind you. But, you’re too stunned on the tile you’re standing on and with your mouth agape to even do that.
He sits behind the desk—looking cleaner than the first time you saw him; his deformed hair is neat, and he’s wearing his blazer now.
“You’re staring again.”
You almost jump when you hear him speak.
He gives you that chuckle and that cheeky smile of his, as he props his elbows on the desk, and laces his fingers.
“Kuroo,” he looks directly at you. “The name’s Kuroo Tetsurou,” his eyes glint, then—
synopsis: you were lucky enough to see the saja boys up close. you thought the heavens have chosen you when you’re given a special service by your bias, jinu.
pairing: jinu x reader
content: 18+ mdni, canon world, afab reader, smut with plot, making out, foreplay, mostly f receiving, cowgirl, p in v, couch sex, mirror sex, recorded sex, usage of petname, use of profanities, jinu being gentle and rough at the same time.
You weren't sure how you got into this mess of a situation.
Idolizing artists were never in your course of interest. You never really understood the hype in people fighting each other for concert tickets and photocards.
But oh, you started to understand them bit by bit when your friend introduced you to Saja Boys, the new rising pop icons in the industry.
Their debut song was catchy—you'll give them that. Although, what drew you in more was their center. Jet black hair, defined features that looks like he could pass as a museum worthy sculpture, and overall had the vibes that everyone swoons over.
He was...okay.
At least that's what you thought when you first saw him through the screen. Needless to say, you were immediately hooked, and the man named Jinu became your bias—or whatever the fans call it.
When you heard they'll be hosting a free signed meet and greet near your area, you knew you had to go.
The venue was jam-packed with fans; you could see most of them carrying merchandise, which made you a little bashful. You didn't invest in any kind of merch they have, so all you brought with you was your mini notebook where they can sign on.
You just like their music and a certain member of the group, that's all.
When it was your turn on the line, you didn't know what to say to them, you only waved a small "Hello." You don’t really mind that you didn't have any conversation with them or whatnot, you already felt lucky enough to see them up close.
Romance was first to sign, then Abby, Mystery, and Baby. Only a smile from them was given to you as they handed you back your notebook.
Until you moved on to the last person on the table—Jinu.
He looked like a God up close.
Jinu looked up at you, with that alluring smile of his. Like what you did with the other members, you muttered, "Hello," as you gave him your notebook.
"Where do I sign?" Jinu asked. His voice is even more soothing in real life than in their records.
"Anywhere is fine," you replied.
He nodded. As he was signing, your body jolted a little when he asked you another question, "How are you liking our recent single so far?"
You tried not to stutter, "It's... fine. I liked the beat."
Your eyes averted away from him to anywhere, really. You just wanted to get this over with and save yourself from the embarrassment if ever you lose control of yourself.
Only you looked back at Jinu again when you heard him clear his throat and slide your notebook on the table back to you.
"Would that be all?" He asked, as if expecting something more.
You didn't know what he meant, "Yes..?" was all you replied before putting your notebook back in your bag.
Jinu fixed his posture and gave you a smile, wave, and a “See you later."
You gave him a smile before walking out of the venue. Supposedly, you are to stay for their live performance after the signed meet and greet. However, you thought that the venue space would be meagre with the amount of fans present.
You didn't want to be squished in the crowd.
You sat down on the waiting shed for a bus, and that was when you pulled out your mini journal to check their signatures whilst waiting.
Their signs were distinct from each other's and each suiting their personalities. When you flip onto the next page, you quirk a brow.
There was a paper, with a design that says "Hello Friend" and a duck character. Underneath the paper was Jinu's sign.
You opened the paper, and you read the contents inside, "7pm. Backstage. See you later... Jinu..?"
It was a total wonder how are the boys even allowed for this. As far as you know, agencies and companies prohibit their idols in the most strict way. Also, does their manager even know about this?
Wait, do they even have a manager?
Perhaps you were just really fortunate that you stood out in the eyes of your bias. Curiosity will get the best of you anyway. So, you waited until the said time.
But oh, what you didn't know is that this little interest of yours will get you in the situation.
The atmosphere in the room was comforting at first; relaxing, inviting.
The boys’ dressing room wasn't that big, but enough to fit at least the five of them and a few assistants. There's a couch in one corner and beside it are the rack of their clothes. On the other corner, adjacent to the couch, is a full-length mirror, where the boys can check themselves out once they're done being styled, or so you assume.
You had asked Jinu where the others are, but he dismissed your question with a, "Probably in other rooms, some of them eating or already snoozing out."
At first, the conversation between the two of you was... decent. Then you don't know what's happening, but there's a sudden ache rising in your chest, hot and confusing, making your skin feel too tight.
The room hadn't changed, but it felt different. It felt too warm for your liking—like something antiquated and powerful had opened its eyes.
Jinu, of course, took notice of this, "Is something wrong?"
You let out an awkward breathy laugh, "Is it just me or the air conditioning suddenly became warm?"
Then, you're not sure when, but Jinu suddenly got close to you—so close that he's practically hovering over you.
"Want to drink water?" Jinu asks, his voice getting lower.
"N-no," you cringe at the way you stutter.
Jinu smirks, his face inches away from yours, "Sure you don't want anything, hm?"
You let out a shaky breath as you can already feel his mouth just beneath your skin. Finally, you gasp when you feel his teeth nipping your neck.
"Jinu—wait," you tried pushing him off, but it just made him grip your wrists, and you felt the velvet cushion behind you as the two of you stumbled on the couch with his legs straddling yours.
He continues biting the same spot on your neck, not listening to your vocal protest.
You didn't want to give in just yet. What if this was just a dream—your imaginations getting the best of you? You'd want to snap out of this trance if that's the case.
You winced when Jinu licked the spot that is bruised up now and you bite your lip as you try to surpress your whimper, "Fuck, wait, your other fans will kill me."
Jinu lets out a low chuckle at your troubles, "No one gets to have this and no one will get to know if that's what you're worried about."
You look away, face flushed, and your pulse racing.
"You're fiddling," Jinu mutters. "Does it scare you?"
You murmur, “I’m a little nervous..."
He pulls back a little, enough to see your face. Jinu smiles at your flustered state, "You can leave," he says hushly, hoping that it would ease you, "Say the word and I'll stop. You walk out of the door, and we'll forget this ever happened. No consequences."
You gathered up enough courage to look back at him, "No, I—is this even decent for an idol-fan interaction?"
Jinu chuckles again, and it sends vibrations throughout your body. You rub your thighs absent mindedly.
"Just think of this as a special fanservice, yeah?"
You pinch your skin, making sure you're not hallucinating. Surely enough, this is your current situation. You hesitate, but he offered it himself, right?
Oh fuck it.
You slam your lips against his, and Jinu's eyes widen at your initiation, but he nonetheless joins you with your urge. His knee hits the edge of the couch and his hand finds your waist, while the other on your back, making you sit upright on the couch.
Your arms snake around his shoulders, and his hands now lightly go up and down on both sides of your waist to cupping your breasts.
You separate from the kiss, but the proximity is still very close, "H-hah...Jinu..."
He hushes you, "Relax," and he presses your lips with his once more, this time, a little more rash. His kisses are far from gentle. It’s needy, like it had been waiting to taste you. Jinu’s hand caress your jaw, while the other on the back of your head to deepen the kiss.
His tongue tugs at your lower lip, asking for permission, to which of course, you gladly give. You feel his tongue battling with yours and your stomach did a swirling sensation while your pussy began to itch out of anticipation and eagerness.
The two of you pull back for air with a string of saliva, “Fuck. You’re amazing,” Jinu says in between his pants. Then, he slowly lifts your shirt above your head, throws it aside to hell knows where, then he skillfully unclasps your bra, letting both straps slightly fall on your arms until he removes it.
Jinu whistles at the sight before him, clearly savoring it. You frown, “Isn’t it only fair if you remove yours too?”
He chuckles, “Alright, princess. So demanding,” then he pulls his hoodie off, giving you something to gawk at. His refined body looks seraphic. He really could pass as a museum sculpture.
“Can I…?” You ask.
Jinu gives you a sly smirk, “Of course. Afterall, it’s part of the fanservice,” he says while making an air quotation at the word “fanservice”.
You waste no time to throw your hands at him again. You move your hands from his abs to his chest, feeling his muscles.
Jinu hums at your touch, he then wastes no time to catch your lips once more whilst your hands are still on his chest. Jinu’s weight made you lean back on the couch. His hand, gently pressing on your neck, made you whimper that Jinu felt it in his throat.
He released his lips from yours with a sound, and he drags it along your neck down to your chest. You squirm under the new sensation he’s giving you, letting out helpless cries as he leaves bruised marks all over.
The version of yourself before you even listen to this group would not even believe you’re being marked by your idol as if making you his. You ought to thank your friend who introduced you to Saja Boys once you’re out of this sanctuary.
“Shi—ah!” You let out a soft moan as his tongue swirls around your nipple, coaxing it with his saliva, while his thumb plays with the other, making sure it won’t feel left out.
You close your eyes out of pleasure, biting your knuckles to stifle your moans. Jinu removes your hand from your mouth, “Let me hear you—mmph,” he commands, and his mouth retreats back on your chest, each of your breasts taking turns from his mouth.
He promptly rests his knee in between your thighs, near enough that it’s pressing on your clothed heat. You could feel your undergarment already drenched, and the contact with Jinu’s knee didn’t help one bit.
Your chest heaves fast, still in the groove for the heat of the moment. Then, Jinu lowers down, now kneeling in front of you. He tugs at the waistband of your bottoms, looking up at you as if asking for permission. You could only nod, and he pulled it down on your legs.
He chuckles menacingly, “Shit. Look at you. All wet, for me. Such a brazen girl you are.”
You whimper at his teasing, which was replaced by a moan when you feel two of his fingers rub your folds with your panty still on you.
“Mmhm—Ah! J-jinu, plea-please..!” You stumble on your words, as his fingers continuously and enjoyingly rub your clothed pussy.
“Please what, princess?” His voice, now more seemingly low.
With your last dignity left, you beg, “More. Need more. Please—aah!” You gasp when he tore your panty apart, now leaving you fully bare in front of him.
Obliging your request, he hastily tastes you, making slurping sounds as he sucks your wet folds. You arch your back as your hand keeps tugging at his hair. His hand grips on your waist, making sure you hold still, as his mouth keeps abusing your cunt.
His tongue, licking the right spot. His hand, playing with your clit, sending you to heaven. “Hngf—fuck! Right there!” Your thighs wanted to close, but Jinu pulled it apart, making this a room of sex sounds.
You feel your stomach turn into a knot, “I-I’m close!”
“Yeah? Cum for me, princess.”
With that, you let out a high pitched moan, and your sweet release comes after. You could’ve sworn you saw Jinu’s eyes glint into a faint golden amber hue as he licks you clean, taking every drop, “You taste divine.”
Your thighs are trembling and you’re still gasping for air when you see him stand up. “Where’s your phone?” Jinu asks. You don’t think you can even form a coherent sentence right now, so you just weakly point out to the vanity table, where your bag is settled.
Jinu opens your bag, and takes your phone out. He then removes his sweatpants, and the bulge on his boxers makes your mouth slightly gape. He walks back near you, removing his boxers down, making a short strip show in front of you. You gulp at his achingly hardened cock, your thighs rubbing against each other once again, and your pussy still eager, wanting to be dicked down already.
But Jinu had other plans. He leans on you, swooping you up in one go, and he switches your position with him. He’s now sitting on the couch as you straddle on his lap. His thumb slides on the screen of your phone, opening the camera, and he switches it to video.
Your eyebrows scrunch, and Jinu only points behind you. You look back, eyes widening as you see your position in the mirror. You’ve been too lost in your pleasure, that you forgot that the mirror is there, and have been watching the two of you.
Jinu gives you a smug look and raises your phone, enough to capture both of your reflections in the mirror, “For a little souvenir made just for you.”
Biting your lip, you slowly grind on top of him, the surface of your pussy sliding on his cock. Jinu hums at the contact, as he presses the record button.
You continue with your work, then eventually, sliding his cock into your hole. You close your eyes at how big he feels inside of you, while Jinu grunts as your clammy walls instinctively tighten around him, “Sh-shit. Thought I had stretch you out a bit earlier, but you’re still tight—fuck.”
You inhale and exhale shakily, trying to regain composure. Then, you slowly move your hips. Jinu looks at the screen of your phone that is recording the nudity shown in the mirror. Your curves prominent even on your back and your ass grinding on his lap; such a perfect scene for the mirror and your phone to capture.
You gradually pick up your pace, now bouncing on his dick. Your hands rest on Jinu’s broad shoulders for support, and he throws his head back on the cushion, groaning at how good your pussy feels—that even the phone on his hand got slightly out of balance, making the angle a little tilted.
“J-jinu,” You manage to muster, “I c-can’t anymore, ‘m too tired…”
Jinu groans, “Just a little more, princess—hah.”
With all your remaining strength left, you continue bouncing up and down, his dick just hitting the perfect spot inside you. Jinu pressed the button to stop recording, and tossed your phone to the side of the couch. That’s when you slow down again, unable to move your hips on your own anymore.
Just as you thought you have time to catch your breath, Jinu harshly grips his hand on both sides of your hips, pulled you slightly up, and pushed you back down on his dick roughly, rummaging your insides as you sit on top him, letting his hands guide you and finish the work himself.
You scream, your filthy moans continuously coming out of your mouth, “Ah! Ah! Ah!” Along with it, your skins slapping against each other echoes across the room. You pray that the other members won’t hear how their leader is making you see stars through his cock.
“Jinu! S’too much!”
He laughs in between his groans, “You can take it, princess. You will.”
You had a glimpse of his canine. It looked sharp, like it could draw blood if it bit you. You were sure it wasn’t there when he was biting your neck, so when and how did it appear? You would’ve pondered more, but you couldn’t. Not when he’s fucking your brains out.
You shut your eyes, unable to take the pleasure he’s giving you. Your tits bouncing along which is a picturesque sight for him to see. You look like an angel in front of him.
He fucks you down on his dick like you’re his last salvation to momentarily escape his misery.
Gwi-ma be damned right now. Jinu is a man who roamed around this world for hundreds of centuries. He’s not only hungry—he’s starving like a madman. He just knew he had to have you the moment he set eyes on you. Let Gwi-ma be damned.
You lean down on Jinu’s chest, too tired to even sit upright on his lap. Still, your hole is milking his cock for all its worth.
His cock twitches inside of you, making him groan, “I’m close, princess. Think you can take all my seed?”
You just nodded your head that is now nestling on his shoulder. He grunts, bobbing your hips even faster and harder. Then, he came undone inside you, and your yet again, sweet release follows him as you scream his name.
The two of you stay in your position for a moment, allowing the mix of your fluids to roll down on your thighs and both of you retract from your highs. Then, he carefully lifts your hips up, which makes you whimper, and pulls out his dick.
Jinu massages your inner thighs, “You good?”
You close your eyes, too worn out. Still, you give him a satisfactory smile and nod, “Mhm.”
Jinu smiles, placing you on the couch to lie you down as you drift to your slumber. After he cleaned and dressed the two of you, he takes your phone and looks at it.
He smugs. Earlier on the meet and greet line, he was wondering why you have no merchandise with you. He thought you’d be an avid fan of them. Especially when you’re first on the list of people who would like his Instagram picture the second it’s posted.
He checked out your account before, and to say the obvious, he was immediately intrigued the moment he saw you in your photos. He may or may not have pulled some strings just to arrange an event in your area.
As luck would have it, you attended. That gave him more reason to make a move. He definitely manipulated the atmosphere of the room earlier just to trigger something in you; he’s a demon anyway—already an embodiment of sins.
But he would never tell you all of that.
He pulls out the drawer of the vanity table, taking out some official merchandise he set aside, and he puts it in your bag along with your phone. So you’ll have more remembrance with you. He reaches for a pen, and his designed paper pad, the same one he gave you, to write his number down.
So the next time you see him in a meet and greet or one of their concerts, you’ll be ready.
And maybe next time, he can go all out demon mode on you.
Jinu didn’t want this to be a one time thing anyways—and he’s already looking forward to the next time he’ll give you another backstage pass.
note: this is not my forte of writing, but a friend of a friend pushed me to write this. i had this storyline idea for quite some time now for a different character from an anime, but then saja boys came along and i had to give it to one of them (totally wasn’t contemplating between abby and jinu but i have a bias so jinu got the role). it’s my first time writing smut, so let me know your thoughts!
synopsis: as a model, you know very well how the media tails those who are famous. you got a first-hand experience at it when you got spotted with your lover, kenma.
pairing: kozume kenma x reader
content: timeskip kenma, model and she/her pronouns reader, romance, fluff, set in canon world, established relationship, just you and kenma against the world.
When it comes to career talks, you and Kenma would very much send other people straight home packing.
You're in the modeling industry. Schedule always packed due to events and runways, your face in magazines and billboards across the world, and mail full of sponsorship and collaborations.
Kenma, on the other hand, is more into business and his passion. His profit continuously rising with the help of stock trading and being the CEO of his successful company, and his name being known due to his gaming streams in YouTube. He became "the richest of them all", or whatever his orange-head friend said.
To say the very least, the two of you are in the list of the current most influential and eminent people in Japan. Everyone knows your skincare routine and what you eat in a day—and everyone knows Kenma's cat and his gaming setup.
However, despite the publicity, they know nothing about you and Kenma’s relationship.
Your relationship is hidden from the world. Although, it wasn't because the two of you are well-known and have a huge amount of supporters, but because it has always been like that since you two were in college. You and Kenma have always liked it private. The only ones who know about your relationship was your close friends along with his.
You know your lover as someone introverted, so when the two of you were rising in terms of assets and fame, you'd thought to never let a single thing about your relationship with Kenma spill in front of the media, also given the fact how toxic it is in today's culture.
As for Kenma, he thought you're a respectable woman on your own. So, whatever you've decided, he's in total support for it.
That didn't make you feel any less love from Kenma though. He has his own ways of showing you that he loves you, and you're already content with how things are going.
You didn’t need the public to define or control your relationship.
That was, until, the two of you woke up one morning with phones vibrating and bombarded with notifications.
Your groggy eyes immediately widen as you scroll on every post about you and Kenma.
Apparently, someone leaked—or more like spotted the two of you last month during your vacation. The photo was you taking a bite of your pastry treat, while Kenma was in front of you, taking your picture, and it’s all over social media.
The fact that the photo that Kenma took of you is posted in your Instagram, netizens made even more speculation about it.
There was even one post where they laid out "proofs" that you two are indeed dating. That proof? More photos that made your relationship obvious.
A photo of you in France, placed beside Kenma's Instagram story highlight of the same place. The dates when it was posted were encircled, making the point that the timelines match.
Another proof is a photo of you and Apple, Kenma's cat. The feline's collar gave it away, letting his fans confirm that it is indeed Apple.
Some are supporting it, some are commenting how come they didn’t notice it before, and some are just in total shock.
It was definitely the headline in articles and magazines, but you know these talks would die down anyway as time passes by. However, you should’ve known already that cases like this in the internet always come with hate.
There’s been a “fanbase war” going on between your supporters and Kenma’s. It was mostly just them throwing trashtalks at each other, but some comments were towards you and Kenma, along with the lines of:
“her and kenma? a model and a gamer? such a weird pair.”
“how did bro even pull a goddess like her? lololol.”
“is she even into gaming?”
“there are hundreds of other guys in her league, can’t believe she chose…him…”
“she’s probably just using kodzuken for more wealth.”
Kenma hates being perceived by other people, and as for you, it would be a lie if you said the comments weren’t getting into your head. So, you both knew you had to take damage control.
The day you’re invited to a talk show, is also the day you’ve decided to confirm the allegations.
All lights and eyes are on you, the atmosphere feels as if the audience are holding their breaths, awaiting for your statement. You sit on the sofa chair, looking demure as you possibly can as you too, wait for the host to speak.
“So,” the host starts, “it’s about time we talk about the photo that broke the internet.” The host giggles softly.
“You and the famous streamer, Kozume Kenma. In France. Together. What’s going on there?” The host asked.
You smile, “Yeah, well, that… wasn’t supposed to be out. Since it is now—yes, we were on a vacation together.”
“So you two are dating?”
“We are. We have been for a while now, since college,” you hear audible gasps from the audience, “and that vacation was actually during our fourth anniversary.”
Even the host couldn’t keep their surprise from your revelation, “That long!? And no one knew!?”
You laugh softly, “Only our close friends know, so technically some people still knew. But, we kept it private because… it was ours. We didn’t need the public to meddle in.”
“Speaking of the public, we all know fans have been very vocal of their thoughts about you and Kenma.” The host’s face suddenly turned serious.
“Yes, I know,” you purse your lips then you continue, “I’ve seen some comments and I admit, it hurts to read them. Not for me, but for Kenma.”
You look down on your hands that are resting on your lap, and you speak up again, “Ken is the most thoughtful person I’ve met. I couldn’t ask for anything more. Even in four years and counting of us being together, I still feel like a teenage girl in love.”
The host seems to be in awe then asks, “How did the two of you meet?”
Your eyes avert on the ceiling, as if recalling back memories, “We met back in our university, before the peak of our careers,” you look at the host again with a mischievous smile, “Not a lot of people know this, but he gets emotional and talkative when he’s tired. He once cursed the gravity when his books fell in front of me.”
The host chuckles, “Who knew Kenma has a side like that? Turns out there’s more that the public doesn’t know. Well, Is there anything you want to say, to everyone—your fans, or Kenma, maybe?”
You look directly at the camera, “I understand everyone’s concern, if there’s anything I could ask, is to please just be kind. Regardless, it won’t stop me and him,” you pause for a moment, “And for Kenma, my Kodzuken, just know I don’t regret a single thing—I will continue to choose you.”
At this moment, amidst the talk show that’s happening, Kenma sits on his gaming chair, camera and microphone on, as he’s streaming live on his channel.
“I’ll get straight to the point,” he starts, “It’s true. We’ve been together for years now.”
Kenma couldn’t keep up reading the amount of chats incoming, not that it would matter that much anyway.
“She’s not using me. She’s rich on her own. Still, I’d gladly give her everything and I’d be more than willing to do so.”
His feline-like eyes glint, “She was the one who named Apple, our cat, you know? ‘Cause I like apple pies.”
“I recognize that some people are saying she’s out of my league… I understand that—I mean, look at her…But, that doesn’t make me any less deserving of her. We deserve each other just as much.” He says, carrying on with his statement.
Kenma caught a glimpse of a comment asking how did the two of you start, to which he answered, “It was unusual for a guy like me, but when I first saw her, I got starstruck. We got together during our third year of college. I admit, I thought I didn’t deserve her at first. But, even when I thought I didn’t have what it takes, I strived to be the best, all just for her.”
Kenma continues, “She said no to me three times though,” then he pauses, as if reminiscing those moments, and then he softly smiles in front of the camera, “totally worth it.”
Hours later, even after the talk show and the livestream, the noise on the internet is still deafening. You just turned your phone off and called it a day.
You enter the passcode to your and Kenma’s house, a meow greeting you as you come in. Smiling, you pick the calico up to your arms, “Well hello there, miss Apple.”
You immediately spot Kenma in the living room, his eyes already on you, “Welcome home,” he greets. You walk your way towards him then Kenma pulls you in besides him, making you plop down on the couch.
“How are you?” He asks, as you rest your head on his shoulder and his arm drapes around you.
“Tired. Got in the building with an interview and got out of the building with more interviews from the paparazzi.”
Kenma hums, “Should we tighten security? I’ll hire more guards.”
You sigh, “No need. I can manage,” you look at the television, “Were you watching the clip of my talk show earlier?”
Kenma nods, “You looked nervous.”
“I was, but I meant every word I said.”
There’s a comforting silence that fell between the two of you. You pet Apple, who’s now laying on your lap, as Kenma’s hand massages your scalp gently, then moving to your arm to rub it from time to time.
You love this moment with him—no noise, just warmth, intimate, and only for the two of you.
“You know,” Kenma breaks the silence and you look up at him, “I said in my stream that I do deserve you, but their remarks did make me overthink.”
This is one side you love about Kenma. He’s open to his vulnerability. Even so, if he does love something, he won’t stop until he reaches victory.
You cup his face, making him look at you, “They just don’t know how good you are at taking care of me, or how you’ll finish your games early just to spend time with me, or how you’ll try to cook me food, still half asleep, just to make sure I eat before a shoot.”
You chuckle and Kenma joins you—and there’s that small smile that only you get.
“You’re much more dear to me, Ken. More than you’ll ever know.”
He leans in towards you, then softly, sealing your lips with his.
Once he pulls back, his smile is still etched on his face, “I’ll stream with you one day. Just us, and I guess Apple too.”
You smile at him playfully, “Oh? Then maybe you should attend my next runway show.”
Kenma lightly groans, already thinking how many people would be surrounding him, “Fine, for you,” he gives in, nonetheless.
“Really!?” You exclaim with sparkles in your eyes.
“Yes, really.”
“Promise?”
“You know I don’t promise,” Kenma gives you a smug look, “I just straight up do it.”
Then, the same comforting silence engulf you and Kenma once again. Moments later, you speak up once more, “You know, Ken,” He hums, ushering you to continue.
“I was totally planning to reveal us to the public when we get engaged or married in the future, or something like that, but the rumors beat me to it.”
Kenma chuckles at your confession, “Then let’s just make that the next headline.”
synopsis: the time didn’t seem to be in favor with the man who lived in every century just to see you again, jinu.
pairing: jinu x reader
content: angst, reincarnation, canon au, inspired by the movie “past lives” and paths by niki, jinu drabble, just wanted to write about him because he’s so pookie ugh.
There's this Korean word, In-Yun, which translates to destiny or fate. Figuratively, this word suggests that every encounter—even insignificant ones—is a result of past connections.
Jinu's life was in a disarray. Fingers calloused from playing his bipa all day, stomach empty, and barely managing to live through the day and next.
He would've given up a long time ago if it wasn't for his mother, sister—and there's you.
Just like him, you weren't living a life of gold either. Regardless, you were optimistic that someday, life will be easier for both you and Jinu.
More importantly, you've accepted him for who he is. Be it the poor guy who plays his instrument to make a living, you didn't care. For as long as you're with him, you are already content with what you have.
You were the light in his dark life. He swore, even made an oath under the stars that he'd marry you one day and give you the life you deserve.
That was, until, he heard that one menacing voice that gave everything he wanted and took everything he had.
Jinu thought nothing of it at first. How could he, when he was finally living the luxury he yearned for? He finally slept on warm cushions with a full stomach, finally getting recognition from the king, and with nothing to worry about for tomorrow.
He thought that he could go on like this—until one night, when the cries of his sister and mother replays in his mind and echoes throughout his ears.
While you only stood there in front of the gates.
Jinu was already acting unusual before, and you never had the perfect timing to confront him about it.
So, imagine the terror in your eyes when you saw him entering the palace without a care. There was a hint of pain and betrayal in your eyes, and you couldn't quite remember how Jinu looked at you for the last time.
Was it apologetic? Did he look at you with pain as well? Or none at all?
Jinu snapped awake when he saw your face in his dreams. His breath hitching in between his pants, and his palms were cold as ice.
He thought it was only a one time thing, until it became something that haunts him every night.
Jinu once sought help from the underworld king, but not once did the demon take pity on him. Perhaps, it's the consequence he gets for abandoning the people he loved most due to his selfishness.
He never heard anything about you ever since nor did he really get the freedom to visit you.
All you knew was you could be on your deathbed, and he'd still be in comfort and serenity.
It was starting to get to him, like a tick he badly wanted to scratch away. He was beginning to rot inside, faster than he expected. The next thing he knew, he was already a slave of a demon and a slave of his past.
But, no day has passed when Jinu didn't think of you. It was a curse to be far away from you while remembering you. Thus, he'd spend countless centuries looking for you, to cross paths with again, and atone for his sins.
However, in every century and every era, he was unlucky. There were no signs of you wherever he goes. He was beginning to lose encouragement. The thought that maybe, that really was the ending for you and him is finally seeping in.
── ✦
Jinu walks by the street, it wasn’t busy so it was quite peaceful to stroll on. He whistles the melody of the debut song they’re working on, trying to be a little carefree even if it’s just for a brief moment.
A demon’s gonna need a break from work too, right?
His right foot tapping the floor while waiting for the green signal to walk on the pedestrian lane, his eyes wandering on the environment in front of him.
That’s when his eyes landed on something—someone—across the street.
His world began to weigh on his shoulders and his memories began to clung onto him like the rain on pavements. His whole system seems to have abruptly stopped.
Jinu remembers that figure all too well. A figure he’d been looking for—for the past 400 years.
You were as beautiful as the day he last saw you. Except, this time, your hair is done neatly and your clothes modernized.
You sit on a table near the café’s window, reading a book as you sip your beverage.
Jinu wonders what you’re drinking; is it the same drink you’ve always wanted to try before? And he wonders what you’re reading; were you finally able to reach the life you wanted?
He didn’t notice that the world around him went on, only snapping back to his senses when he saw that you’re leaving the café.
He runs across the street, not giving a care about the car that closely passed by him.
You almost jumped when you felt a hand grip your shoulder. The grip wasn’t harsh, not soft either. Almost as if it was only trying to catch up with you.
You slowly look behind the man, probably in your age, catching his breath. His hand doesn’t leave your shoulder. Somehow, you don’t mind it, and you don’t know why.
Jinu finally looks up at you, eyes immediately locking in with one another.
It was the same ones that used to look at him with adoration, also the same eyes he fell in love with. Here you are, flesh intact, and finally within his reach again.
He doesn’t know what words to say. God, he has a lot to say to you.
However, his bubbles begin to burst when you break the silence between the two of you.
“Do I know you?”
Jinu’s grip begin to falter, his body wants to slump down in defeat.
His eyes look at you once again, and that’s when he knows this is not yet the time for you and him.
He chuckles bitterly to himself.
He didn’t know which one was more gut wrenching: your eyes then, when you looked at him with pain? Or your eyes now, when you looked at him like you never knew him in all of your life?
The archaic melancholy began to hit him. It brings a pang in his chest, like how it always did in every lifetime he lived without you.
“I’m sorry,” Jinu mutters, and gave you a sad smile before walking away from you.
There’s this Korean word, In-Yun, meaning every encounter is destined to have deeper meanings. It is a concept that in any place, you will meet someone and will meet again in time.
It is also a belief by many that when two people marry, they have already reached 8,000 layers of In-Yun in all of their lifetime—may it be in the present or past.
As a demon, Jinu isn’t one to hope.
But for this once and for you?
He hopes that this encounter is one of your past lives with him.
synopsis: how it would be like when it was becoming more than platonic with your bestfriend, akaashi.
pairing: akaashi keiji x reader
content: friends to lovers trope, soft fluff romance, mixed canon & headcanon akaashi, canon au, akaashi fell first and he fell harder, inspired by the song lucky by jason mraz.
Akaashi Keiji was the type of guy to keep his composure. He'd be described as someone reserved, thoughtful, and some might even say poise.
He wasn't the type of guy to brood over trivial things. He liked his life in order, his thoughts organized like the lines on a court.
However, something is nagging him lately.
It started small, and he tried to brush it off. It was during lunch break, when he messaged you to go ahead and eat without him as he had to attend a meeting for their volleyball club.
Being a good friend you are, you decide not to eat your meal until Akaashi arrives, eventually settling down with reading a book.
The book has philosophical genre contents in it—a book that Akaashi recommended to you a week ago.
Then Akaashi didn't know how it happened;
His world somehow stopped when he arrived at the usual spot where you both eat. When he saw you reading the book he suggested, all noise around him suddenly went to silence. His focus was only on how serious your face is while reading, and how your fingers flip the pages.
"It's almost too cliché," he thought to himself. So, he shrugged, thinking it's probably just the remaining ecstatic he felt due to the good news of their coach.
Yet, as if his body is separated from his mind, he started doing gestures towards you that he hasn't even done before.
For example, he always had the need to walk you home after school. You'd ask why, but of course, Akaashi would cover it up with something like, "Can't I catch up with my friend anymore?" or “I just insist in doing so.”
Another example was this one time when he managed to get you a free ticket in their volleyball match for the regional playoffs.
He tried his best to dismiss it.
Afterall, he's not the type of guy to ponder for so long with these kinds of things. He must be composed and calm.
But Akaashi knew he's in deep trouble when he felt his eye twitch when he heard you laughing over a joke Bokuto made.
He watched the both of you from afar: Bokuto showing something that he's proud of to you, as you clap your hands with glee.
He should be happy that you've done something to get Bokuto out of his slump. Yet, somehow, there's this sour and bitter feeling that even his tongue can taste.
Akaashi snapped back to reality when he heard a teasing laugh from his teammate, "Jealous, vice capt'n?" Konoha asked sarcastically, as he draped his arm over Akaashi's shoulder.
"Jealous?" He asked himself through his thoughts. Is that really the right word to describe the uneasy feeling he has?
Akaashi wasn't the type to overthink—but for you to meddle in his thoughts like crazy, he knew it was something he can't escape.
You and Akaashi have been friends since middle school. The both of you got along through niche interests and gradually started to become close ever since.
You would agree that he is indeed as others would say he is, but it became agree to disagree.
Perhaps he is too reserved for others and displays little to no emotions. But towards you? No matter how light or tough his day had been, he'd greet you with a soft, closed-lip smile.
He'd laugh with you over inside jokes you both made, he'd spend countless hours with you as he listens to your thoughts about the book he recommended, he'd even take you home even if the both of you are a train stop apart.
But you weren't sure how it started. Maybe it was that one time when you finally had free time to attend one of their matches.
When Bokuto was having one of his mood swings, you watched how Akaashi quickly handled him. Watching that scene from the bleachers made your stomach turn a little—the good kind. He may be blunt at some times, but you admire him for how he cares for his friends.
Perhaps that was the moment you started to have a hint of your developing feelings towards Akaashi.
However, unlike him, you didn't brush it off. In fact, you got in too deep with your thoughts.
Then again, you tried to deny it. Regardless of how he acts towards you, you know that Akaashi is the type of guy to be serious. He wouldn't waste his time over distractions like this. So, you thought it's silly.
You were almost about to give up on your thoughts, until the one time when you were dozing off in your seat. You went back to your senses when a ballpen was placed in front of you.
The ballpen had a cute animal design on it. Your favorite animal, specifically.
You looked up at Akaashi, "What's this for?"
"Nothing. I just remembered you looking at it back then when we were on our way home. I passed by the same stationery shop yesterday and thought I'd buy it for you," He said in his usual tone.
There was also this one time when he placed a snack in front of you. As per usual, you were about to ask him why. But this time, he beat you to it.
"Just eat," Akaashi said before he munched his food.
You remember mentioning how you like this specific snack to Akaashi once. The snack got quite famous, so it was almost sold out in every convenience store. You were amazed that Akaashi got a hold of it.
Looking at the snack while you hold it, it was when you truly realized and noticed the changes in Akaashi;
How his voice changes when he talks to you, the change of his gaze when he looks at you, and how his actions towards you have changed.
You observe Akaashi in front of you. He was saying something about his starting interest in bonsai plants, but you couldn't focus. You just smiled at him, in defeat that you can't deny or turn back anymore.
Both feelings are still left unsaid; you were afraid that you probably misunderstood everything and Akaashi was unsure of the words he wants to convey.
So here you both are, sitting besides each other on the swing of a nearby park. You clutch the jacket Akaashi gave you as the evening breeze is rather cold and windy.
You could only hear cricket noise until he said, "I'd like to give you something."
You look at him, "What is it?"
He pulled out a book from his bag, then he hands it to you. You analyzed the book in your hand, "Isn't this your favorite?" you asked with a sheepish smile.
Akaashi didn't answer, so you're not sure what he wants you to do with the book. You read it, of course—but why?
When you noticed a bookmark hanging out of the book, you opened it to that specific page. Immediately, your eyes read the quotation that's been highlighted:
"The true measure of a person's life lies not in grand gestures, but in the quiet moments when their happiness becomes as important as your own."
Akaashi brushes away strands of your hair and he tucks it behind your ear. You look up at him once again, with a puzzled but knowing expression.
He gives you his usual smile, "It's one of my favorite passages," his voice is soft, his gaze, too. His hand keeps its gentle hold on your face.
Akaashi Keiji isn't the type of guy to lose his cool. But for you? He'll allow himself to melt.
Warmth immediately rushed into your face, but you try keep up with his composure, so you put your hand on top of his.
You're lucky it's your friend you've fallen into; and what makes you luckier is that it's Akaashi Keiji.
The next day at school, you and Akaashi walk in with hands intertwined. When the two of you bumped into Bokuto, you excitedly told him about your new relationship with Akaashi.
You thought Bokuto would be surprised, shocked, or even flash his big smile. However, he only looks at the both of you with his arms crossed, head tilted to the side, and his eyebrow raised,
“I kind of thought you two were already together before?"
synopsis: having you face the toughest battle during your period, all you needed was your boyfriend, muichiro.
pairing: tokito muichiro x reader
content: pure fluff, you and mui are same age, this is a headcanon on how he would be if his s/o is having their period tbh, self-indulgent, mentions of blood, modern au, muichiro being the light of your world & the best boyfriend.
This whole thing is a misery.
Every corner of your room is in a pit of darkness.
Curtains closed, lights are off, door is locked.
To say that you’re in pain is just an understatement.
You’re in a state of agony.
Your blood was already draining out of your body, making you pale and weak. You couldn’t even move on your bed without feeling blood gushing out.
As if that wasn’t enough suffering, you feel too nauseous and sick to even do anything.
Have you eaten? Crossed out.
Have you freshen up? Crossed out.
Do you feel like vomiting? Check.
Do you feel every part of your body is sore? Check.
The immense wave of pain from your period cramps was your last straw. You were sure enough that you are dying.
You grunt in pain, moving your hand from hugging your pillow, to clutching your stomach.
Until you heard a knock on your door…
“Hey, are you in there?”
You couldn’t even answer. The pain from your cramps was overwhelming your whole body.
You heard knocking again. There was a pause for a moment, then you hear him talk, again.
“I’m coming in”
You hear the twist of the doorknob, followed by the creaks of your door being opened—then closed.
“It took me a while to get all the things you needed, sorry.”
You lift your head from your pillow to look at him.
Your eyes are slightly blinded as the lights are already opened but then there here he was, standing near your bed, holding paper bags with what it seems like it’s filled with necessities.
“Mui…”
You try to stand up from you bed with the remaining strength you have. Muichiro put down all the paper bags on your bedside table, proceeding to help you sit on your bed.
“Sorry, I messaged you knowing you were out.” You said to him with worn out voice, in which he only gave you a peck on the forehead in response. He then went back to the table to unpack all the things he has gotten for you.
Truth be told, you get a little worried during times like this. Knowing your boyfriend, he tends to forget things most of the time.
With his forgetful persona, you sometimes wonder how he still manage to always know what to do when you are in a state like this.
Like how he remembers the meals you want…
“Here… This was your craving a week ago, but eat up, you look pale.”
How he remembers all the things you prefer…
“I also bought pads… Without the wings, since that brings you discomfort.”
How he remembers the things that would make you feel better…
“I also got you painkillers and hot compress, these would make you feel at ease.”
Or how he even remembers all the things you love…
“Oh, and here’s a bag full of your favorite snacks, too. Eat as much as you’d like.”
Gestures of Muichiro like this really makes you question it.
Maybe because having done this before, he already knows what to do?
Not that you complain, no.
You really do appreciate every little thing he does and all the things he brought for you.
But that’s not what you need right now.
“Muichiro.”
You called out his name, which made him halt from unpacking. He looks at you with that wondering gleam in his eyes, as if waiting for a reason on why you just called him.
Giving him a faint smile, you pat the empty space besides you.
“Cuddles, please?”
He let out an airy ‘huh’ as his mouth went slightly agape. He put down the chocolate pocky he was just about to show you, then right away going under the covers with you, obliging your request.
You immediately hugged him the moment he was on your bed, snuggling your face on his chest.
Laying on his top, you feel his hand rubbing circles on your back, while the other playing with your hair.
“Missed you all day, Mui.”
You hum at the amount of comfort he’s giving you right now. Definitely an infinite times better than what you were feeling earlier.
“Sorry it took me some time to get here. I wanted to ensure I got everything right for you.”
He feels you smiling at his chest, then gently shaking your head to reassure him that you didn’t mind at all.
“How are you feeling now?” He asked.
“Better than ever, now that you’re here” You hugged him a little more tightly.
“Sure? You look so fatigued earlier when I entered your room.”
Then, you look up to him with a frown.
You sure do have the tendencies to change emotions quickly during your period. Muichiro couldn’t believe that. He just felt you smile, then the next second you look like you’re about to shed tears.
And he was right. You can feel your mouth trembling and eyes a little watery. Mood swings are still part of your suffering. Unfortunately, you both have to deal with it.
Then you completely broke out in front of him.
“Everything is so painful! My head hurts so much, my thighs are so sore I can’t move, I could feel the vomit right in my throat, and it feels like I got punched with a hammer with these cramps! I could feel my soul giving up and dying, you know?”
You sob out to him.
He adjusted the position you two were in. You, now laying on your side, being cradled by him and all he could do was listen to your little rants—how you loathe this period week, not knowing what to reply anyway. So, he just hushed you in between sobs, wiping the tears that are falling from your eyes.
Moments later, you stopped crying, “Ugh… I hate having my period…” burying your face back on his chest out of frustration.
He caress the back of your head, massaging it. You can hear the sound of his heartbeat, bringing comfort enough to close your eyes.
The both of you were like this for some moments, until he taps your shoulder.
“We should get up now, you need to eat to regain strength. I’ll help you tidy up too.”
Muichiro tried to squirm from your hug, in attempts to get up, which only made you tighten the hug once more, not wanting to let go of him.
He taps your shoulder again. Making his voice much more softer for you, “We need to get you freshen up, love. You’re such in a messy state, I can’t bear to se-“
“Can we just stay like this for a little more, please?”
All it took was one plead, and he didn’t waste any time giving in to your request.
He hugged you tightly back, and you entangle your legs with his, getting comfortable on bed with him.
Unbeknownst to you, Muichiro kept reminding himself that he would write down about this in his memo containing all about you—your favorites, what you love, what you dislike, and so on—in his phone, as he shower you with affection.
The voices in his head over and over reminding him that in some situations…
All you needed was his presence.
You and Muichiro snuggled longer than “a little more”.
But both of you paid no mind and said nothing about it.
After all, his warmth is a better comfort than any painkillers or hot compress.
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