And he regrets nothing.

It's right there, in all its glory, when you reach over to grab the TV remote. The soft skin peeking out from the underside of your shorts. Thighs jiggling with every harsh move of your arm.

It would've been easier if you had just stood up and grabbed it off the coffee table. But no, your knees dig into the edge of the couch, one hand gripping the edge of the table, your upper body craned forward.

The sight of your ass rippling with each movement is hypnotizing. Unconsciously, his tongue slithers against his upper lip. It's unfair how plush it looks, so smooth and pliable.

After huffing and puffing, you finally grab the remote. You wriggle backwards, struggling to push yourself upright again.

His fingers drag against your thigh, denting the plush muscles. For a moment, you think he's going to help you up.

He leans forward, fingers hooking in the crevice of your pelvis.

His tongue is hot against you. Slick as it drags up your hip.

You giggle, writing from the ticklish sensation. "What are you-"

A sharp pinch on your ass. Teeth.

"AH!" You jolt forward, skin pulling with the movement. You look back to see him wide-eyed, mouth full.

He bit you. He actually just bit you.

His breath fans hot and heavy against your shorts, his sensual groan vibrating through you.

For a millisecond — he chomps harder — just a little bit.

It's even better than he imagined, melting into his mouth like cotton candy. Yeah, it was worth it.

"Uhm...ow?!" you exclaim with confusion, waist curving as the pointy sensation stings you. What could've possibly possessed him to do that?

He pauses, eyes wide with sheepish realization.After actually helping you up this time, he kisses the reddened spot, rubbing soothing circles on the deep indents. He wipes away at the drool dripping down the corner of his mouth.

"M'sorry," he whispers between pecks. Truly, hurting you is the last thing he wanted.

"I'll ask nicely next time yeah?"

Karma x reader x Asano

Aside from kween mother to us all, @/poppylovestowrite, I haven't seen many love triangle fics for them (but if u know a good one lemme know)

Summary: 3rd year high school drama with two ginger geniuses (poorly proofread)

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Firstly… You, who fought tooth and nail to get into Kunigigaoka high, who jumped for joy when you were placed in class A. 

You, who greeted the class president for the first time with a big bow and shy grin, who faced your aversion to attention to volunteer to help with festivals and eventually joined the student council. Who stays behind after class to help him with managerial tasks, or study, or just… talk. 

You, who sits next to Class A’s resident delinquent in the back of the class, who ate with him during lunch the first few weeks before befriending others, talking endlessly about this or that, who was walked home by him once in your first year after almost being shaken down by a couple of thugs. 

Asano, who falls first, but the ever mature, dependable class president keeps it to himself. By your third year, you had blossomed into a dependable leader of the school who was always patient with him… even while he was struggling to break free of his father’s controlling influence. He saw your kindness and optimism as the epitome of charming, but also your greatest weakness. By your third year of high school, he conceded to not telling you for both of your sakes. College would split you apart (as if preparing for entrance exams wasn’t already doing that), and his fervor, commitment, greatness, would overpower you in the long run. 

Which is why, when you asked him out for the school festival… he said no.

Karma, who falls fast and hard. You were just friends for most of your time in high school. He, the class rebel, the one person who Asano could never tame, and you, his part-time partner in crime, who saw him for who he was and never judged. And one day after school, he saw you propped against the school’s front gate with tears streaming down your face. He narily had a second to ask what was wrong before you straightened up and yanked him by the hand. He was so shocked that he almost went the entire way to the cafe before asking again. You didn't answer. He paid for your three slices of cake. 

Asano, who walks into class one day and notices something different. Since when did Karma sit so close to you with his arm propped on your desk? He couldn’t just ask you, either, as you have been avoiding him for the last two weeks. Even during council duties, and especially festival prep meetings, you barely paid him any mind. He could tell you only even looked him in the eye anymore to prove that you were okay, that he has nothing to do with the way you speed walk out of class now. During his morning announcements, all Asano could do was stare and fume as he grabbed a lock of your hair and twirled it around his finger. 

Karma, who noticed your shift in personality immediately. After that day at the cafe, you had become quieter in class. Maybe even a little bit colder too. He takes it upon himself to try and cheer you up, and he’s surprised at how thrilled he is when you quickly warm up to his childish methods. By the day it was becoming harder to see you as just his seatmate. He longed to see your true smile again; every time he gets a glimpse, his heart skips a beat. But, Karma notices, there’s always a catch. Every other time he flusters you, or gets you to giggle in class, you glance to the front of the room. To where he sits. Suddenly, Karma has a better idea of what’s got you so down. And he’s not too fond of the primary source.

Asano, who bumps into a certain delinquent on campus a full hour after school ends - much later than said delinquent could usually ever be bothered to stay. The menace was checking out his own nails, propped against the front gate. The same place Asano rejected her. 

Karma doesn’t bother looking up. “So, planning to ask anyone to the festival, prez?” 

… “why do you care? Don’t you have a water tower to graffiti or something? Out of my way.” 

“Well I am,” I didn’t ask “I think she’ll say yes, isn’t that sweet?” 

Girl… festival… who? Oh. He wouldn’t…

Asano’s brows furrow into a glare “And what exactly was the point of telling me this?”

Karma chuckles at the mutual understanding. All sardonic and insincere. It really suits him.

“Oh, y’know, I’m just a little surprised, is all; You’ve never seemed the type to throw away an opportunity,” 

Karma uses his shoulder blades to push himself off the gate and begins to walk away.

“But a win's a win, I’ll take this under my belt, too”

Asano’s fist clenches with a crack as he watches Karma walk around the gate and out of sight. 

Quickly, he turns back into the building. He knows you might still be here after the last minute festival setup. And he’s got something to ask you. 

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Karma, who hums as he turns the corner, smiling now that Asano’s gone scurrying off. But when he looks up, he sees you, clenching the straps of your backpack with a numb expression. 

He smiles brightly, not wasting any time for the person he stayed at school for an extra hour for. 

“Just who I was lookin’ for!” 

His little spat with Asano gave him some extra confidence. He wraps an arm around your shoulders and says,

"Come with me to the school festival? As a date, yeah?"

“...Is this a sick joke?”

“Well you know me, princess. I’m always down for one of those. But what are you-”

“You’ve been flirting with me, for weeks, just to piss Asano off?”

He blanches as you shove his arm off; It swings limp before Karma recovers. 

“What? No. I meant it, I really-” 

“I heard you. You, you called me a notch in your belt!”

Your breath hitches. Karma recognizes the sound - you’re holding back tears. It’s the same as the last time he saw you outside the front gate. 

He screwed up. Sweet Jesus, why did he say any of that? 

Before he can get another word in, you walk right past him. Unlike last time, the tears never fall as you speak, 

“No, I’m not going with you, Bye.” 

.

Finally, you again. You, who ignores Asano as he tries to catch up to you on the other side of the gate. 

You, who doesn’t answer any of Karma’s texts or calls over the weekend.

You, who only sees them again during the school festival. 

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Separate Karma and Asano endings r coming soon...

I hope my attempt at making the boys flawed makes it clear that they both need to realize that they have to grow as people - but maybe it comes off as insufferable for one or both of them? You be the judge, but I was going for a Mr. Darcy situation where they will have to acknowledge their egos in order to progress.

based on this request: a-class reader ver!

e-class reader ver.

HOW IT STARTED: nobody loves no one

• probably didn’t even know you existed at first.

karma was never a guy of romance, especially not when it came to his school life. during his time in a-class, he kept to himself, but loudly, causing havoc, whispers following in the halls (before he befriended nagisa)

statements, theories and ideas of his presence were spoken of under hushed voices, until a particular one caught his interest.

“i don’t quite care about his reputation, to be frank. a cute guy is a cute guy.” you were leaning lazily against your desk, unbothered by how tense the air turned when you spoke.

from what he could tell, you had no specific friend group. you just voiced your opinion when you were asked. his head turned to you, and you were already staring dead into his soul.

and to his surprise, you waved, grinning. he half-expected you to blush and look away, but you met his gaze straight on, as if you wanted for him to hear it.

HOW IT CONTINUED: it's strange what desire will make foolish people do

when word got to you that his weak subject was japanese, you approached him, notebook in hand. “i took my time making these, so treasure them. knowing you though, you might just burn them.”

“wow, i didn’t have you pawned as such a pleaser. you must really like me.” he responded, the same usual smirk on his face as he didn’t even bother to touch the notes.

your expression mirrored his, something that in the reputation of this school was rarely found. it wasn’t to intimidate him or to give him a taste of his medicine, but simply for your own endearment. “i don’t care what you are, akabane. i care about what you can do.”

• your answer only enhanced his curiosity as to who you actually are, finding familiarity in you.

at first, you simply began to tutor him, hang out in the library for study sessions. and you could keep up with him. not just with his intelligence, but with his quick wits and banter.

“i never did catch your name.” “well, i didn’t exactly throw it at you.” he knew right then and there that you weren’t normal.

• sharing became something casual between you two. at first, it was just notes. you got his maths notes while he got your japanese notes. then you began to share food, drinking from the same straw.

he would always walk you home, no matter in what mood you were, no matter how far away your house is, no matter how long the train took. he was always there.

so much to the point where, one day, he realized you occupied his whole day when you were sick once. for the first time, he felt a little awkward walking into class, holding his head up high either way.

he dismissed it as him growing attached as a friend. since no one had been able to keep up with him like you did, he clung to you.

• when nagisa joined your friend group, he thought nothing of it at first. you became a trio. a small, tight knit group of friends that were stuck in their own bubble. though, at first, nagisa mistook you as a couple.

“wait, so you’re not dating?” “what made you conclude that?” “yeah, y/n wishes she could date me— OW”

he didn’t cling to nagisa like he did to you. his eyes looked for you when he stepped into a room. he would wordlessly share his strawberry milk with you. he didn’t just enjoy your presence, but he started to enjoy existing with you.

HOW THE STORY UNFOLDS: the world was on fire, and no one could save me but you

• when he switched to e-class, you spent your days during his suspension with him. his behavior didn’t stop you long before, why would it now?

you would come over, give him a rundown of the day and any new conspiracy gossip that would turn up. and his endless teasing would still make your day, sitting side by side on his couch.

• you filled in the void that he didn’t know he had. the void of continuously coming home to an empty house, no one to greet him, no one to ask him how his days was. you came into his life. effortlessly, fulfilling and bright.

• at first, he unconsciously began to show you physical affection. a hand on your waist, fingers running through your hair, his blazer on your shoulders.

then, he began to do it with purpose. teasing when the light blush bloomed on your cheeks, his face getting a little closer than it should.

• he would ward of guys trying to flirt with you in public, but not in the way you might think. he does it by embarrassing you. “she snores as loud as a horn when she’s sleeping, so she wouldn’t be that great as a partner.” “KARMA—”

• the rest of e-class saw you after school once. with karma’s arm around your shoulders, his unoccupied hand housing both yours and his school bag, smiling. they immediately assumed the same as nagisa: karma has a girlfriend.

which wasn’t exactly wrong. as much as he hated to admit it, he found out sooner than later that he liked you. it was while his class was taking care of little kindergarten kids.

it was a stupid question, but one of the boys there asked “how do you know you like someone?” and karma began to list all his actions and feelings he has for you.

people would think, with what nagisa told him, you would be the one to calm him, but you fueled his fire. you were the spark for his ideas and methods, but also his place of uncomplicated comfort.

you existed so effortlessly yourself, so untouched by the ideologies of the main campus, and he couldn’t help but sink into your poison.

• he didn’t confess under a cherry blossom, he didn’t confess with a bouquet of flowers in his hands, but in the simplest way possible. just how he preferred it.

you met up after school, like you always did, sitting on a bench and munching on the dango he paid for. the sun began to set, and the orange hues danced across your skin, wind playing with your hair. then he said it. “i love you.”

you froze for a moment, which had him unsettled, but then you chuckled, holding out the last piece of dango on the stick to him. “took you a while.”

HOW IT ENDS: i never dreamed that i'd love somebody like you

• he shouldn’t have done it, it was against the rules, but he told you about koro-sensei.

the octopus he had as a teacher, how their first interaction went, and what he was like now as a teacher. you smile, setting a short kiss on his cheek. “as long as you’re happy, i won’t tell another soul.”

• word got out on the main campus that you were dating him, and that didn’t surprise you. he was stuck to you, uncharacteristically desperate for constant touch. or maybe not so uncharacteristically, simply because he didn’t do it when you first became friends, only when you got closer later on.

when the day would reach its end, he would be waiting for you, eyes lighting up ever so slightly when you reached his sight, pulling you closer.

• you didn’t let the rumors and words of your schoolmates bother you, instead simply focusing on your studies and each other.

karma introduced you to the rest of e-class, as well as koro-sensei, who wore a disguise and couldn’t resist meeting you after he heard of you.

you made more friends, hanging out with bigger groups, and you felt like your life has found its purpose. unbound by the chains of the system, instead working your way through it, and not alone.

• he didn’t let it show, but he was saddened at the news of his teacher’s death.

you saw it in his face, the way he slouched, the way his smile looked a little to forced. you comforted him, because you knew he was too stubborn to let his emotions get to him.

you helped him the way he always helped you: by simply staying. he slept over at your house for a week, lying on your chest with hollow breaths.

what finally got him back up again were your words. “if he was still here, i think we both know he’d scold you for bringing yourself to such a low state. do what he would’ve wished. graduate and be what you want, because the title scum of the school doesn’t mean you’re unworthy or untalented. you know that.”

• you stayed side by side. through the rest of school, graduation, job applications, sleepless nights and all above and below.

you fought, like any couple would, but you always forgave each other. your need to be with one another outweighed the thought of being alone.

in the end, you both got what you wanted. your dream professions, a cozy home to live in, and each other, both still full of life, banter and teasing.

Dating Karma Akabane while having a possessive little brother would include.

Your little brother absolutely hates the idea of sharing you with anyone. You’re his big sister, and no one else is allowed to hold your hand, sit too close, or get too much of your attention.

The first time Karma comes over, your brother immediately clings to your leg like a koala and glares at him. Karma just smirks, crouches down, and says,

“So this is the competition, huh? Adorable… but I’m not backing down.”

Your brother challenges Karma to everything—rock paper scissors, video games, even who gets to sit next to you at dinner. Karma plays along with an infuriatingly smug grin, always teasing when he wins.

“Sorry, short stuff. Looks like your sister likes sitting with winners.”

Karma is ridiculously good at provoking your brother, but not in a mean way—it’s more like he enjoys seeing the kid puff his cheeks and stomp his little feet.

When your brother demands a hug, Karma will swoop in and hug you first, just to watch him screech. Then he’ll ruffle your brother’s hair and whisper, “Don’t worry, I’ll share… maybe.”

Surprisingly, Karma doesn’t mind when your brother wedges himself between the two of you during movie nights. He’ll throw an arm over both of you, smirking like he’s already won just by being there.

Sometimes, your brother tattles:

“Big sis! He’s trying to kiss you!”

Karma just grins, leans closer, and says, “Only because I like her. Want me to teach you how to kiss someone you like, too?” which makes your brother turn red and screech.

Your brother tries to pull you away by the hand sometimes, but Karma is stronger, so it ends up being a tug-of-war with you stuck in the middle. Karma always winks at you when your brother pouts, because he finds it all hilarious.

The two of them end up bickering like siblings. You sometimes wonder if you’re dating a mischievous boyfriend or just raising two children.

But in his own way, Karma respects your brother’s protectiveness. He never gets too harsh or too scary with him. If anything, he treats him like an annoying but amusing sidekick.

Secretly, Karma loves seeing how much you mean to your brother. It makes him realize just how lucky he is to have you in his life.

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Use Your Words (Karma Akabane x Reader)

Warnings: smut, Karma uses dollface and babe, it's mostly teasing tbh gang

Karma never makes his requests easy. There’s almost always a catch or some silly obstacle in the way of whatever he claims he wants from you.

“Come on, doll face. Say it again,” His lips ghost over your ear, his fingers tightening their grip on your hip as he pulls you flush against him. His pace has slowed to an agonizing stop, right hand firmly settled on the expanse of your neck while the left squeezes at the skin he’s got grasped.

He loves it when the silly obstacle is himself.

karma x reader // what does karma having a crush look like?

Firstly his love language is 1000% being annoying as hell with pranks he pulls.

You will be a victim of his scheming, it’s nothing too crazy or mean he knows the limits when it comes to you.

— constantly teasing you, and also just being a major show off.

Like you will be sparring other people, maybe you’re with Hinano and he’s with Sugino- and at first he would be casually blocking hits but the moment he feels you staring he flips Sugino on his face. He HAD to look cool, it was a REFLEX 😭 (Sugino tries to smile it off but is paranoid thinking he broke his spinal chord- he’s okay just sore)