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##. MY HEART'S GOING LUB-DUB

⥠things he has said that flustered you.
⥠contents and warnings: established relationships, mentions of making out (nirei), mentions of marriage (sakura), readerâs ears are pierced in suouâs, mild, mild, possessiveness in suou's but not really đ§
⥠characters: sakura haruka, nirei akihiko, suou hayato (x gn! reader)

Anyone who knows SAKURA HARUKA probably knows that contrary to the delinquent facade he puts up, he is actually quite innocent. A little naive, if you will, blushing at every show of romantic affection. And everyone in Boufuurin knows thatâs why heâs become subject to Suou Hayatoâs teasing when the brown haired boy needed a good chuckle. And of course, you, as his very lovely partner, had to also jump on the bandwagon of endearingly poking fun at your boyfriend.Â
âYâknow, Haruka, you should stop me or else Iâm gonna get carried away and keep teasing you even after we get married!â This was a sentence you often say for laughs after you had yet again successfully made Haruka agitated and his cheeks flushing a deep shade of red, all the way up to his ears. Granted, the first time he heard it he couldnât look you in the eye for two whole days at the mention marriage (itâs not that he doesnât like it, in fact it was because he likes it a little too much that he couldnât even make eye contact without imagining you in fancy white attire). But now, he barely bats an eye at it now with how often you say it. But today, itâs evident that that particular sentence had poked at someoneâs curiosity as you can sense someone staring at you as you banter with your boyfriend.Â
âYou know, Sakura-kun, I barely see you reacting to... that. Youâre really planning to marry them in the future, huh?â Ah, it's Suou again. His soothing voice drips with mischief, the purpose of his question is obviously to tease his heterochromatic eyed peer yet again. Harukaâs features morph into one of confusion, brows furrowed as he turns to face his vice captain.Â
âHah? What are you talking about?â Haruka inquires like suouâs question is the most ridiculous question in the world. If you didnât know any better you would have thought suou was asking him if he believed pigs could fly, or if the earth was actually a hexagon.Â
(Of course, you canât lie, suouâs question made you nervous despite how lighthearted he said it. Your self consciousness has already prepared itself for a heartbreak trip as you await your boyfriend to continue his response.)
âWhy would I date someone I donât intend on marrying?âÂ
Ah, now itâs your cheeks that are heating up.Â

âAre you done?â The only answer SUOU HAYATO offers to your inquiry is a focused hum. His hand fumbles with the earring, his earring, as he tries to carefully slide the hook into the small hole on your right earlobe. Though, you have to say, you have nothing particular to complain about as you wait for your boyfriend to put the earring on you. After all, youâre getting the privilege of being in the front seat staring at Suou Hayatoâs face as he carefully tries to put the earring on you. Lips pursed and eyes squinted a little, he looks extra handsome when heâs focused, you note.Â
âJust need to secure them with the back. And... done!â he heaves out a breath as triumph takes over his features, pulling back slightly to admire his (hardly) hard work. His lips stretch into a smile, satisfied at how the red and yellow of his earring highlights your features more.Â
âHow does it look?â you feel quite nervous as you wait for his reply, shyly peering at him through your eyelashes. Being so close, you have the advantage of watching closely for any twitch of his features that might indicate satisfaction, dissatisfaction, anything that can indicate what kind of reaction heâs going to emit.Â
You twitch slightly at the sensation of his pointer finger and middle finger grazing your chin, touch gentle as he settles them there. You swear you see something flashing in his usually gentle ruby eyes. Something akin to satisfaction, or, even, possessiveness. But you don't comment on it. He moves your head from your side to side as if to examine you thoroughly. (he quietly notes how cute you are for compliantly moving your head.) Itâs only when you feel the earring faintly brushing against your right shoulder that you become hyper aware of how empty your left ear feels without an earring weighing it down. You also become hyper aware of the fact that the earringâs pair is still dangling from his left ear, eyes instinctively flitting to it. Your cheeks begin to heat up. Oh, itâs almost as if youâre wearing a couple ite-
He interrupts your thought before you can finish it.
âI quite like it, itâs pretty on you,â his voice breaks your train of thought. His smile is quite literally dripping with mischief, and now you can clearly see it. The tint of greed in his eyes is back as he moves his fingers that were formerly resting on your chin to stroke at the earring on your ear. His composed facade would have fooled you if it werenât for the words he utters next.
âIt gives off the feeling that youâre mine.âÂ
Oh he likes it, alright. Too much, maybe.

âSorry. Dâyou need a break?â NIREI AKIHIKOâs voice is devoid of any teasing lilt, instead dripping with concern as he gazes at you through his eyelashes, eyes half lidded and cheeks flushed with a pretty tint of pink.Â
Itâs not the words by themselves. Itâs the fact that heâs saying those words in this kind of situation. By this kind of situation, you mean with you perched up on his lap, legs splayed on either side of his thighs as he lay seated on a couch beneath you. He had uttered those exact words after what felt like 10 minutes straight of kissing
(it hadnât even been 5 minutes, but you could barely think with how clouded your mind is).Â
His question was thoroughly leaking with worry, caramel orbs boring through you as he awaits your reply. You wanted to say yes, hell, your lungs were begging you to say yes as they heaved desperately yes. You have to give your boyfriend credit, though. Sweet like always, he had noticed he had gone a little too far when he felt your lips part with breathless whines on his, and had asked if you needed a time out. Though, you donât think heâs aware of how his voice shakes with want, or how his fingers that are resting on your hips squeezed hard like he was trying to ground himself, or how his eyes are swirling with something akin to need.
(or how he barely sounded apologetic when he apologized, and you suspect itâs because his pride soars with the knowledge that heâs the one making you breathless.)
âNo,â youâre surprised at how hoarse your voice sounds, though, that is to be expected after you quite literally just had your breath taken away. Your thumb reaches out to swipe at his quivering bottom lip, gleaming with saliva and a little swollen from pressing against yours repeatedly. He leans into your touch, and you gulp away the feeling of your tugging heartstrings. âKeep kissing me, lover boy.âÂ
And as he lurches forward to clash your lips together again, the last thought that etches on your mind was that he really should put this on his resume: Nirei Akihiko, 16, not good at fighting (yet), hella good at kissing.Â

DO THESE BOYS IN FURIN ACTUALLY HAVE CLASSES?? Where are the teachers?? Are they getting an education? Do they just hang out in this abandoned school and wear school uniforms? I am worried about their future.
simon swore up and down heâd never want kids, he was certain heâd end up just like his old man and he would rather die than let a child grow up how he did. he tells you, âlook at the state of me, yeah? not exactly father material, am i? iâm tapped in the head, âts not fair to give a kid any of that.â as he taps his temple with his pointer finger.
years pass, and those words echo in your mind as he holds your chubby baby in his rough hands, one gently splayed on their soft tummy while the other supports their head. heâs gently suspending your baby in the air, mimicking helicopter noises as they squeal and giggle happily. simon has the biggest grin on his face as your 3 year old begs him to let them have a turn as a rileycopter, small hands tugging on his cargo pants with pouty lips.
not exactly father material, simon? you beg to differ.
palette
hajime umemiya x graffiti artist!reader only a little snippet, but it might become bigger later, word count: 899
you were at home right here with the collection of paint markers and aerosol cans at your feet. your free hand adjusted the filtration mask on your face as you sprayed a nonsensical pattern onto the wall using a fluorescent green so bright it almost hurt your eyes. as you began to draw on the concrete wall using a black paint marker, you felt the sneaking suspicion that eyes were on you.Â
that was odd.Â
you did mostâhell, all your graffiti work in the dark of night, hidden from sight. youâd been chased off by a few townsfolk when you were tagging signs or walls in broad daylight, which you supposed was fair. you were technically doing something utterly illegal, after all. but you kept at it at night, painting flowers and animals, or just random letters onto whatever surface you could.Â
bofurin boys often covered it upâas was their right, too, you supposed, but it always irritated you when youâd come back around and find work youâd slaved on all night be covered up with a fresh layer of white paint.Â
but back to the feeling that you were being watched.Â
âwhoâs there?â you call out, pulling off your filtration mask slightly.Â
âso youâre the one doinâ all those green tags!â a boisterous voice said, and you felt a sudden presence right behind you. you whirled around, dropping your black paint marker across the floor, wincing as it skittered across the alleyway. âdid you know that this taiyaki place has called us every day for a week about the graffiti?âÂ
fuck. you did know that voice. hajime-fuckinâ-umemiya, leader of the bofurin, who had essentially annexed and reformed furin high school by force. not only were they vigilante heroes of justiceâthey also practically were civil servants that served the communityâand now their fucking leader was staring at you with a strange, open look in his eye.Â
he wasnât even dressed in his furin uniformâyou think youâve seen it a few times, the whistling long coat that he wore out on patrols with some of the other furin boys. despite it all, he somehow had that sort of aura of warm authority about himâpaired with a brilliant and curious smile on his face.
âso what?â you ask defensively.Â
âyou do know the graffitiâs illegal, right?â umemiya questioned, raising an eyebrow as he walked over to where your marker had skittered across the floor, picking it up. âyou could be put in jail for up to five years, you know!â he flipped the marker around, holding it out to you.Â
âlike i need someone from furin lecturing me about that,â you say, taking the marker back from him. umemiya seemed to deflate a little, almost like a sad puppy, upon your very subtle furin insult, so you hastily add a, âno offense.âÂ
âmm. i get it, i get it! i do. all the work i did to rehabilitate bofurinâs image doesnât mean much when people remember how dangerous it was before,â umemiya says sheepishly, rubbing at the back of his neck. âbut! i figured iâd come around the taiyaki shop at night, see if there was some repeat offender doing the graffiti, and here you are!âÂ
umemiya spreads his hands magnanimously, and you can see how worn and callused his hands are from years spent brawling against other students. there was no way he was going to start fighting you, rightâ?
âi just wanted to ask you to stop,â umemiya says. âi mean, i respect your artistic visions! i always thought it was a waste to paint over your worksâi remember one time you did this bright yellow rabbit on a blue moon, very cool, by the wayâandââ
huh?
âi really like your art! i was wondering, if maybeâŚâ
you held your paint marker, watching umemiya seemingly steeling his nerves for a momentâ
âdo you want to come to furin and paint? thereâs a lot of graffiti already, and most of the time when we patrol we never use the classrooms anyway, so if it was anonymity you were worried about, thatâs coveredâand plus, at night, youâd still get a lot of time to do whatever you wantââ
â⌠youâre offering me a place at your school to justâpaint?â you ask confusedly, raising an eyebrow.Â
âwell, yeah!â umemiya says. âi mean, itâs a waste to paint over your hard work, right? itâs different than the other tags.â
â... is it?â you ask, staring at your half-finished graffiti, joining other fresh tags on the wall.Â
âwell, iâm not really sure if i fully believe in the idea that art carries intentionâbut iâd like to think yours does! and itâs kind. and i think thereâs people at furin who might appreciate it.âÂ
âwellâŚâ
you sigh, running a hand through your hair.
âwell, okay,â you say. âbut if anyone tries to start somethingââ
âplease,â umemiya says. âweâre not animals. itâll be great to have you.â and then he holds out his hand to shake, and you stare down at it.
are you really doing this?
umemiyaâs expression is bright, warm.Â
you shake his hand.Â
his grip is firm, his thumb squeezing the space between your index and thumbâand you laugh with a hint of exasperation in your voice. here you were, pulled right into umemiyaâs thrallâlured in by him like a sweet siren song.
âfine. see you tomorrow, then,â you mutter, your cheeks heating up.
Stress relief 18+

Your tongue swirls on the his salty tip, fat cock twitching and half hard as you tried to coax it to full mast, dragging your tongue down to the base to suck softly at his balls.
Kenji Sato, the man himself whines, sucking a sharp breathy gasp as he glances down at you with teary eyes.
Brows drawn and pouty lips pursed, he looks like he would actually cry.
Its not like you've been teasing him.
You've got a sadistic flare but you're not cruel. Besides, you were trying to relieve his stress.
He had trudged into your shared bedroom after a hectic day of back to back interviews, baseball practice and saving the city, or at least as much saving he could do half asleep before the KDF came.
A sob and a wail here, a sulky tantrum when you hadn't catch what he said, he's winded himself up even more after an overwhelming day.
So you had to take things into your own hands.
"Are you listening to me at all? Emi's asleep finally, and-"
He goes on and on and on as you smile and nod, walking him to the couch, leaning him back and sliding down between his thighs as if you're going about the day like normal.
It wasn't until you clicked open his belt that he pauses, eyes flicking in confusion from your face to hands before your mouth nips gently over his briefs, taking in his musky scent.
He yelps, flushing red as he struggles between irritation and lust.
"What're you doing...?"
Which brings you to now as you pull off his cock sloppily with a wet pop, finally red and hard as it glistened from your spit.
It swirls with his pre, thick globs dribbling down to the couch.
Your mouth twitches up into a smirk at his whines when you stop.
Eyes glazed and loopy, his mouth lolling open, he definitely looks stress-free right now.
"Feels good, Ken?"
You murmur against his swollen tip, hot breath causing him to flinch and twitch.
"Yea...s'gud baby..."