finding out frat iwazumi has a tongue piercing……. :p
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the vibration from the speakers downstairs were felt on your back, while you laid down on iwazumis bed. he had your hips pinned down with his forearms, caging you in so you aren’t moving around for him.
“hold still… movin’ too much—“ he said against your puffy folds.
he dipped his head down on you again, but you stopped him, grabbing his hair and sitting up slightly on both elbows.
“what is that..?” you spoke shyly, raising a brow down at iwa
“what is what?” he said, resting his cheek on your inner thigh while he waited for you to release your fingers from his hair.
“feels hard— like cold everytime you go back down.”
“ohhhh~ you talkin’ about this?—“ he drew his tongue out from his mouth, revealing a small metal ball on his red tongue, licking a strip on your lower stomach. “—just got it, got dared by the guys and they told me they’d pay for all my drinks if I did it.”
you groaned, throwing your head back on the pillow. “god you’re stupid…”
he laid more kisses on your lower stomach, inner thighs, going back to your pussy. he pecked your clit before licking an experimental strip on your folds.
“feel it? right here—“ he rolled his tongue in circles around your clit, watching your movements precisely. “—feel good?”
you arched your back up, thighs threatening to sit on him, unable to keep still underneath Jim and his gaze. “right there— yes haijime…”
he slapped one palm over your thigh, bracing your legs wide open, keeping both hands down on your thighs. he continued, moving his piercing in specific directions to drive you insane.
“after this— ‘wanna go take shots off your tits. you’ll hold the lime between your lips okay?”
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Kei’s phone buzzed as he flopped onto his bed, burying his face in the pillow before flipping over to check his notifications. No texts from Yn. Again.
It had been three days, three painfully long days since he last saw her. She’d gone on a work trip, and despite the constant messaging, Kei felt like he was starving. Starving for her voice. Her face. Her dumb little expressions when she talked too fast and got flustered.
He opened their chat.
Kei: Send me a pic.
Kei: I wanna see you.
Kei: I miss you.
He stared at the screen, waiting. Three dots appeared. Then disappeared. Then appeared again. His heart thudded like a complete idiot’s because, wow, she really had him wrapped around her finger.
Finally, her message popped up.
Yn: Miss you too, Kei. But I look gross rn 😭
He scoffed and typed furiously.
Kei: Not possible.
Kei: I’ll take whatever I can get. Even if you look gross.
Yn: So mean 😭
He rolled his eyes.
Kei: I’m serious, Yn.
Kei: It’s been 3 days. I’m dying.
Kei: Save me.
The little typing bubble returned, and then—finally—a photo.
It was blurry. Yn was in bed, bundled up in a blanket, hair sticking out in random directions. Her expression was half-asleep but warm, and Kei felt his entire body relax just seeing her.
Kei: Holy shit, you’re cute.
Yn: Don’t lie.
Kei: Not lying. Send another one.
Yn: No, you’ll get sick of my face.
Kei sat up, frowning.
Kei: I’ve literally spent the last 72 hours wishing I could teleport to you.
Kei: You think I’d get sick of your face?
Yn: Maybe 🥺
Kei: You’re insane.
Kei: And pretty.
Another photo came in, this time clearer. Yn was pouting at the camera, lips pursed in mock annoyance, and Kei actually laughed out loud.
Kei: I’m setting this as my lock screen.
Yn: You wouldn’t.
Kei: I would.
She sent him an eye-roll emoji, but Kei could imagine her smiling while typing it. He felt warm, even though the room was cold.
Kei: When do you get back?
Yn: Tomorrow night.
Kei: That’s too far.
Yn: It’s literally tomorrow.
Kei: Still too far.
She sent him a string of laughing emojis before pausing.
Yn: You’re being really soft today.
Kei: Shut up.
Yn: I like it.
Kei: Good. Don’t tell anyone.
Yn: Too late. I’m telling everyone you’re whipped.
Kei groaned and fell back onto the pillows, but his lips twitched.
Kei: I don’t care. Just come home already.
Yn: I’ll be home soon.
Kei: Not soon enough.
He stared at her last text for a while before setting his phone down, the tiniest smile tugging at his lips. Tomorrow couldn’t come fast enough.
what about tsukishima with a girlfriend who’s insecure about her glasses?
it starts off a little into their third year of high school. she keeps complaining that her eyes are burning during every study session, sometimes they even water up. and once tsukishima showed her something on his phone and y/n asked him to give her the phone because she couldn’t see, tsukishima pointed out she probably needed glasses.
she scoffed. “no, i don’t. the typing is just too small.”
“i see it perfectly fine with my glasses,” tsukishima pointed out. “when was the last time you got your eyes checked?”
silence fell between the two for a moment. y/n played with her thumbs. “. . . never?”
tsukishima sighed. “just go get them checked. you might not need them, but it’s better to know. otherwise you’re just straining your eyes.”
she waved him off, but decided to actually take his advice and book an appointment. tsukishima hadn’t heard about it, not until she called him on a tuesday two weeks later.
“i look so fucking ugly.” she cried dramatically on the other side of the phone.
tsukishima, who’d been sitting on his desk doing his homework at his house, put his pen down and furrowed his eyebrows. “what are you talking about?”
“you were right, my eyes are shit snd i got glasses but i hate them. i’m never wearing them.”
tsukishima scoffed as he leaned back in his chair. “they can’t be that bad. show me.”
“no. they’re ugly.”
“well, i can’t judge if i don’t see them.”
“you’ll never see them. i don’t need your judgement, too!”
tsukishima took his phone off his ear and tired to switch the call to a video call, which y/n immediately rejected. “don’t even try! i’m refusing to wear them.”
“i’m sure you look fine, dumbass,” tsukishima tried to reassure her. he touched his own glasses for a moment. “can you at least see better with them?”
“. . . yes, i can. the doctors said i should wear them all the time if possible so i don’t strain my eyes further, but i don’t want to.”
“you’re being dramatic, it really can’t be that bad.”
“dramatic?” y/n scoffed in the other side. “fuck off. i’m going to go and self-pity since my boyfriend won’t allow me to.”
before tsukishima could say anything the call ended. he sighed and got up, grabbing his wallet and keys on the way.
y/n, on the other hand, sat on her desk. a small mirror faced her as she held her brand new glasses — those ugly little things. she didn’t want to put them on, not again. those had looked good in the store but now they made her face look so odd; she hated it. she was never—
a knock. y/n stilled in her seat. “you in there?”
his voice. “how did you get here?”
“your mom let me in. can i come in?”
y/n sighed. “fine.”
she heard the door open, then close. she heard tsukishima’s footsteps approaching her, then saw from the corner of her eye as he placed a plastic bag on the desk, right next to her elbow.
“i got you something from the store.” tsukishima’s long finger pointed at the glasses still in y/n’s hand. “so that’s them?”
“yup.”
tsukishima took a moment, his eyes stuck on the glasses. “it’s just some average glasses. that you need to see.”
“yes, i’m aware. thank you.”
tsukishima sighed. “come on, put them on.”
“no.”
“you know, you’ll have to wear them eventually. if you don’t, you’ll strain your eyes more and your eye sight is gonna get worse and it’ll start to sting, and—“
“okay, okay! i get it,” y/n cut him off, grumbling as she opened the frames. “why do you always have to be so reasonable?”
normally, he would’ve teased her further, but seeing as she was finally feeling comfortable enough to put on her glasses, he didn’t want to ruin it for her. he was an asshole, but not that big.
the glasses were on and y/n stood up, looking at him. “there they are, ugly as hell. you happy?”
“do you see with them?”
y/n was taken aback. that wasn’t the response she was expecting. “huh? i mean, i guess so.”
“yeah? i see with my glasses, too.” tsukishima took a step closer. he didn’t touch her, keeping his hands on his hips. “and you know what i see with them? i see you, just as i’d see you every day, and you look as pretty as usual. if anything, in my eyes you look better, knowing your blind ass can finally see.”
y/n wasn’t sure if she wanted to punch him or kiss him.
“why can’t you ever compliment me normally?”
“that’s not what you signed up for.”
still, his words stuck with her. he’d helped, in his weird, tsukishima-esque way.
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