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throttlee · 3 months
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i love boyish things. msby team work 🫶
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shibaraki · 6 months
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new original illustration by furudate — movie release date set for 16th february 2024 !!!
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shoulmate · 2 months
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"No, you may not come to the gym with me."
Your lips purse in indignation. "Excuse me?"
Sakusa stands up from tying his shoes, still tall enough to look down on you though he's standing in the genkan. "You heard me." His eyes narrow.
You narrow yours right back. "And why exactly, pray tell, can I not come to the gym with you? Meian said it was okay!"
"Because," he grimaces, "you're a distraction. You just stand around ogling my teammates."
"I don't ogle them," you scoff. "I hangout. And if they happen to come up and talk to me that's hardly my fault!"
"Is that what you call it?"
"Excuse me?" you ask, your voice darkens defensively.
"Tch." Sakusa starts to open the door but you slam it shut, throwing yourself in his path. "Move."
"No," you snap. "We've been friends and roommates long enough that you should know I'm not going to put up with your bullshit or let you walk out mid-conversation, so spit it out Kiyoomi!"
"Get out of the way," he snarls. "Don't act insulted like you're there to hangout when all you do is flirt with Miya!"
"Flirt with Miya!?" You scowl. "What are you talking about?!"
"I'm talking about the way the two of you are all over each other, leaning into each other's personal space all the time. He picked up that stupid nickname from you and you're always going off somewhere private to talk."
"Oh my god, we talk about you!"
The tension pops
and immediately you realize you've said something more than you meant to say.
Kiyoomi straightens up. "What did you just say?"
"Nothing," you quickly reply. "I didn't say anything."
You try to sidestep him but he blocks your path.
"You said" --his voice is quieter but harder now in a way that makes you shiver involuntarily-- "that you talk about me?"
You try to step past him the other way but he cuts you off, his arms caging you in from both sides.
Sakusa says your name cautiously and it spikes your pulse. "What are you saying to Miya...about me...that you can't say...to me?"
You don't say anything for a long moment, unable to look at him. "Can you just let this go? I'll stop asking to go to the gym with you."
And then he says something you've never heard him say before.
"I'm sorry."
His voice is so low, so restrained, so fervent when he says it that you reflexively look at him and immediately wish you hadn't.
His expression is creased in worry and it pangs your heart.
"I can't just let it go," he says. He gives a little shake of his head bouncing the curls. "If it were anyone else I would...but you're too important to just let a comment like that slide, so please..." He holds your gaze imploringly. "I need to know what you've been talking about...in regards to me."
Your eyes fall closed in resignation as you whisper "my feelings...
"for you."
"Which are?"
"You're really going to make me say it?" your eyes flash open again in frustration but you just stare at his chest. "Just so you can--"
"Just so I can understand," he cuts you off firmly but not with hostility. "You were right before...when you said we've been friends long enough that you know me...or...whatever you said." He swallows thickly. "So you should know that I'm not the best at reading people...And I want to make sure..."
You're too aware of everything in this moment, every inch of your body and all the space it takes up. All the things you've been through with Kiyoomi in the past,
all the things you've longed for in the future.
"...that my feelings are reciprocated."
Your lips part and your eyes flick back up to his. You give a breathless "what?"
Sakusa stares at you with the intensity you've come to know and love.
"Love," he whispers.
You're not sure you would have heard him if you hadn't been so close.
He whispers "I don't want you looking at any of my teammates...or anyone else... because I'm...in love...with you."
All of your reluctance melts away.
"I'm in love with you, too," you whisper back. The words slip out as effortlessly as snow falling. "I...I don't go to the gym to ogle your teammates..." you whisper tremulously, on the verge of grinning. "I go...to oogle you," his eyes widen in shock and your grin breaks out, "your teammates simply caught me."
"You... you're in love with me?" he asks, bewildered, as if he hadn't just given you his own confession.
"Yes," you laugh, cheeks starting to hurt from your wide grin. "Why else do you think I agreed to live with you? I fucking love you, Kiyoo--"
He doesn't give you a chance to finish, cutting your words off with a kiss that's soft yet firm, demanding yet giving as he cups your cheeks and pushes you up against the door with his body as he presses all of himself to all of you.
You're still smiling as he kisses you over and over again. He lets you cup his cheek and run your fingers through his hair with a low moan.
"You have no idea how long I've wanted to do that," you admit as his lips start to trace your jaw, your neck.
"You have no idea how long I've wanted to do this." He lifts you off the floor and you instinctively wrap your legs around his waist, grabbing his shoulders--he chuckles slowly at your surprised sound.
You unwillingly catch sight of the time and groan. "'Omi...you're going to be late for training if you don't leave now."
He snorts against your neck where he's still kissing. "You want me to leave? Right now?"
"Ugh, no," you answer honestly. "But I'm not going to bother you about coming to the gym anymore so--"
He chuckles again, the low sound doing unhealthy things to your heart.
"What?" you ask. Demand, really.
He pulls back just far enough to lock his onyx gaze on you. "You can come with me if you want to..."
The corner of his mouth lifts in the smallest hint of a smirk and heat floods your body.
"but I'll give you something to really ogle when we get home."
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axoqiii · 3 months
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🐦‍⬛ the freak duo.... oh my god they were aibous
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oomisluvr · 2 years
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SPOILED ROTTEN
(SEE: RICHBOY!SAKUSA SPOILS YOU A LITTLE TOO MUCH).
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“ABSOLUTELY not.” He deadpans, glaring at you like you’ve just kicked his dog and insulted his mother. It’s not a kind tone, “Don’t ask me again.” 
“Kiyoomi, you always do this,” you seethe, ignoring the discomfort of the round-cheeked waitress holding the card reader, “Let. Me. Pay.”
“Fuck. No.” He returns, redirecting his attention to the server and handing her his card, “I’m terribly sorry about her. Debit, please.”
“Sakusa Kiyoomi.” You say as she scurries off, clearly amused at the battlefield the two of you have created in the center of this high-end, dimly lit restaurant. You wouldn’t be surprised to find a moviestar seated at the table behind you. 
He repeats your name back to you in the same tone you used with him, a handsome grin on his face, “Yes, my love?”
“Stop paying for everything!” You demand, “People already think I’m using you for your money, and you aren’t really helping my case.” You’ve seen the tweets. Some are accusatory. Some are happy for you. None of them attest to your character. 
“Well,” he leans over the table, finding your hands and softly stroking the knuckle there, trapping you in his coffee-cold gaze, “Are you using me for my money?”
“No,” you grumble, a little flustered at his forwardness, “But still–”
He releases your hand as the words leave your mouth, a satisfactory smile tugging at his lips, “Then there’s no issue. Though, I wouldn’t be opposed to you using me for money. I’m a useful guy.”
“Kiyoomi, that’s not the point–”
“As a matter of fact,” he sifts through his wallet to find what he’s looking for, gently sliding it across the table when he locates whatever it is, “I’ve been meaning to give this to you.”
The young waitress returns with a smooth leather checkbook and a pen. He thanks her as she walks off, delivering his signature to the flimsy receipt with a few flicks of his wrist, “What’s twenty percent of two hundred? I wasn’t good at math.”
You don’t answer that, “You can’t be serious. Kiyoomi, I can’t accept–”
“Is fifty dollars enough to tip? Fuck it, I’ll just leave sixty.”
“This is your credit card.”
“You have great eyesight,” he comments, shrugging like it’s nothing, “And I have good credit. Use it for whatever. I’ll pay it off.”
You nearly laugh at the absurdity of it all, “Since when were you so confident?”
“When you started giving me attention,” He grins easily, “I’d do a lot of things to get you to pay attention to me.”
His transparency catches you off guard, “You’re serious?”
“Why wouldn’t I be?” he fires back, “You’re too pretty to not be taken seriously.” 
You sigh, face feeling hot. 
“You’re too much,” It takes a great effort to fight back the grin that threatens to break through, to suppress a smile at his ease, “Let’s go home.”
“Why don’t we go find something sweet?” He offers, standing to help you into your coat, “There’s a good ice cream place around here that stays open late.”
Your shy smile gives Kiyoomi enough of an answer. Thanking the staff as the two of you head for the door, he slithers a sneaky arm around your waist.
“I’ll even let you pay,” he flirts, pulling you closer to combat the late-night temperatures, “With your new credit card, of course.”
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This was so self-indulgent it's actually ridiculous. Marrying rich is a very real, very serious goal of mine. Hmu for offers serious inquires ONLY <33
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ethjayy · 1 month
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coach ukai doodles 🫡
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classyinnie · 1 year
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Kenma understands what it's like to be talked over and interrupted. Especially in a large group, he knows what it's like to be ignored because people can't hear him or think his opinion is irrelevant. It had never bothered him because it would take more of his energy to keep talking anyway. But when it comes to you, he finds it unacceptable.
Kenma was half-listening to you talking about a recent experience, but he didn’t fail to notice how you stopped midway and gradually lower the volume of your voice. Someone in the group changed the subject while you were still speaking. When he realizes you've been purposefully ignored, he can't help but abandon the game he's almost finished with and devote his full attention to you.
One glance at your glum expression, had him putting down his phone, turning to face you, and in a gentle voice coaxes you to, “Continue. What were you saying?”
Just seeing your face light up made him completely invested in your story. He honestly wouldn't mind ignoring the group conversation for you – never wanting to participate in it in the first place – as he finds what you’re saying more interesting. Eventually, Kenma would excuse you both to pull you in a quiet place so he could listen to you “better”. Your voice is his favorite thing, and making sure you feel heard has always been his number one priority. 
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mochimattie · 8 months
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Happy Oikawa dayyy 🩵
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sakusa x gn! reader
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sakusa has to be the clingiest boy you've ever dated.
you wouldn't believe it if you weren’t the one dating him. you'd think that he’d be someone who would much rather have his space than be held all the time, the type to hold hands when they sleep on the same bed and nothing more. maybe a kiss or two in the morning and when he gets back home. someone who shows their love through acts of service and maybe gift-giving.
but you couldn't have been more wrong.
and the fact is proven to you every single day. how it was a complete struggle to get out of bed every morning, simply due to the fact that he absolutely refuses to let go. his face is always smushed against the crook of your neck as he gives you light pecks to try and convince you to stay in bed for just five more minutes.
or the way he keeps tugging you back by the end of your shirt every time you’re going somewhere without him as a silent way to ask for more and more kisses by the door- because he knows no matter how much you resist, sigh and complain, you’ll always give in until he’s had his fill.
and how he comes up behind you when you’re cooking dinner to press a kiss on the back of your neck. he always stays there for much longer than necessary, and if you know your omi as well as you think you do (you do), you have a feeling he’s enjoying the domesticity of it all- coming home to see his lovely partner cooking for him after a tiring day, even if you were busy too.
when he looks at you with the cutest pout every time you stop petting his hair, you’ll have to kiss the furrow of his eyebrows and his adorable frown away because otherwise, he’ll be in a bad mood for the rest of the day. and how every night, without fail, you would wake up with your arms numb because of kiyoomi’s head resting on your bicep, cuddling against your chest and arms around your waist like he’ll never let go.
and the way he asks ‘where are you going?’ with a slight whine every time you so much as get up from the couch to use the bathroom, he blushes every time you laugh as he tells you to hurry up and get back.
but you love it really, the way he acts when he’s with you, and you always will. you love the sight of his shocked teammates staring at how giggly and flustered their usually stoic friend is. you love that you’re the only one who really gets to see the dimples that show when he’s laughing. you love the way he blushes when you call him your little princess as he tells you to stop, even though you know he absolutely loves it. you love that he still looks away in embarrassment when you gently kiss his palm, and you love the way he looks at the ring on his finger- like he can’t believe it’s there.
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kikiyoomis · 18 days
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when you first met suna, the first thing you thought was that “yea he definitely smokes, drinks and fucks around.” and every time you saw him that impression only cemented itself.
your university program had this famed student run party. it was the only highlight of the new school year. people got so incredibly wasted, lost their virginity, got high as fuck… it was a party that encaptured the student body.
you were excited to go to the party, it was a chance to dress up, look sexy and maybe flirt with a couple of guys way out of your league using liquid courage. and besides you had your trustworthy friends with you, so at least you have someone watching your back… at least when they’re sober.
entering the party, the loud music pounded into your ears. people were dancing, drinking, playing games. you scanned the room looking for any familiar faces to go and talk to.
unsurprisingly, you saw suna standing around the patio with a couple of his friends and some girls. he had a red solo cup in hand while his friends smoked. the girls were all giggling and the boys’ body language seemed to give off a flirty intention.
a girl touches suna’s arm and he turns to face her, her hand slipping back to herself. he smiles and laughs and you think to yourself that if he does that more often he could easily be the most popular person on campus. he has the looks and the body it would easily attract a vast majority of people. and it already has for the most part.
‘but it’s none of my business’ you think before heading off towards your friends for a round of shots to start off the night.
drink after drink, dancing with your friends, talking with people you know you’ll never see again, it was really a fun night. so fun in fact, that you’ve ran away from your friends to hide in a dark corner kissing a man you don’t have a single clue about. no seriously. one moment you were dancing, and then the next moment you were no longer on the dance floor with your friends and instead with this man. not that you really care that much consider you’re having the best moment you’ve ever had in your entire life.
he was such a damn good kisser. after every breath you pull him back because you didn’t have enough. tongues fighting for dominance and lips bruising themselves purple with the intensity of the kiss.
“god, fuck, you’re really not gonna let me go huh,” he teases and you leave a hickey on his neck. he places a hand around your ass and leans back, bringing you down with him.
“mmm shut up and kiss me some more” you say locking your lips with his again. it was addicting and you couldn’t get enough of it.
“hey suna where are you?!” a voice calls out suddenly, startling the both of you. the two of you sat in silence, waiting for the guy to pass. you can hear him walking around the little corner you were in, making your heart beat in anxiousness. it would be so embarrassing if someone spots you two…
only when another friend tells him to forget about suna and to just go to the second party that the first guy leaves.
“i thought they’d never leave. that friend has some sense to just leave suna. he’s probably getting high somewhere…” you mumble, a little grumpy at the interruption. the guy you’re with laughs and pulls you closer to the point you’re straddling his lap.
“why? don’t want to share me?” the comment almost cures your drunken mind. despite literally locking lips with him for who knows how long you finally take a look at his face.
suna smiles smugly at you, amused at the fact that the person he’s been kissing simply never bothered to see who it was.
you sat there stunned, at a loss for words. suna leans forward and places a couple of kissing on your exposed nape, travelling upwards until he reaches the corner of your mouth.
“i’ve never been a stoner or done any drugs but i think what you’ve done to me is getting me higher than any drugs could” he teases.
“… you’ve never done drugs?” you say surprised as you mindlessly wrap your arms around his shoulders. though there wasn’t any proof that he did do them, it was just an assumption considering the crowd he involves himself with.
“the worst i do is drink since i am a professional athlete and need to care about diets and shit like that. but im such a lightweight that two drinks is all it takes to have me drunk.”
the reality was so far off of your impression of him. but then again it makes sense.
“do you do this often then? considering what we’re doing now?” you ask, purposefully leaning closer to him to the point you can feel each others breath.
“jealous are we?” he teases, pulling your hips closer to his.
“do you want the whole truth or should i just lie to get this over with so we can book a hotel room and have some fun” he asks, his hand reaching under your shirt, his finger lifting the underwire of your bra ever so slightly.
“if i ask for the whole truth is the hotel room offer still gonna be up?” you ask.
“of course, i’ll make you feel so good that even if you got blackout drunk your body will still remember everything when your mind doesn’t”
it wasn’t that you’ve never liked him, but you’ve also never hated him. he was someone you thought you would never be entangled with so you were indifferent. both of your lives were so different that there wasn’t going to be any reason the two of you would even speak. maybe it was the alcohol in your system but there’s something attracting you to him. something that makes you want to know him more and a little something that would make you sad to see him go.
“i want to know” you tell him.
“i don’t do these things with other people” he says.
“huh? but your frien-“
“my friends do, but i didn’t want to seem like the type of guy to flirt around and seem like an unfaithful partner around my crush. though i seem to have failed according to you”
you raise an eyebrow at suna who seemed to accuse you of ruining his character.
“did your crush reject you? considering you’re even willing to go to a hotel room with me” you act boldly, kissing his cheek while your hand caresses his body lower and lower. suna catches on quickly and grabs your naughty hand and presses to his mouth.
“i don’t think so but i don’t think they’re rejecting me since they’re so excited to go to the hotel room that they can’t keep their hands off of me”
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eatmyson · 1 month
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painted over an old piece of mine~
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ziegenkind094 · 1 year
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drawnbymabel · 9 months
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Graduated!🫰🎓
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shoulmate · 3 months
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"Hey, what's up everyone..." You give the camera an awkward wave with your name, "I'm the manager for MSBY's Black Jackals and I'm here with some of your questions for a few of the Jackals or at least the least-senior members of the team who couldn't get out of doing this interview-"
"CUT!"
Kuroo calls your name from behind the camera. "Stick to the script, please."
You take a deep breath, looking into the camera and try again "hey, what's up everyone," awkwardly waving again with your name, "I'm the manager for the MSBY Black Jackals and I'm here with some of your questions for your favorite Jackals a.k.a the ones who make for the best entertainment because they don't know how to act on-screen--"
"Hey!" Atsumu shouts as the director calls "CUT!"
Kuroo makes a dramatic arm gesture. "Try again."
You roll your eyes. "Hey, what's up everyone," still awkwardly waving, "I'm the manager for the MSBY Black Jackals and I'm here with some of your questions for the Jackals instead of getting ready for the upcoming match against Schweiden Adlers because the JVA promotional rep doesn't know how to do his job--"
"CUT!"
"Come on," Kuroo complains, offended.
"--I'm here with questions for some of the Jackals because no one else could do it without hitting on the players--"
"CUT!"
"--here with questions for some of the Jackals because apparently this falls under my job description now--"
"CUT!"
With every take your tone becomes flatter and flatter, more and more annoyed and sarcastic.
"--here with questions for some the Jackals because Kuroo Tetsuro loves to torture me--"
"questions for three goons who can't get enough of the spotlight and one feral alley-cat who was dragged here against his will--"
"--questions for the newest members of the Black Jackals because everyone here thrives on my misery--"
Kuroo covers his face as the director chuckles under her breath "this is fantastic."
"Seriously?" Kuroo looks at her incredulously as you rattle off another unprofessional introduction. "You can actually work with this?"
"Absolutely." She snickers and gives him a conspiratorial look. "And when we get those four heartthrobs on-screen," she gives a pointed look to the waiting Jackals watching you with growing entertainment, "we're going to have pure gold."
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axoqiii · 3 months
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hq x pokemon au btw . if u even care
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oomisluvr · 1 year
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DREAMS, FAIRYTALES, & FANTASIES (WHEN YOU'RE AROUND ME)
synopsis: sakusa thinks your confidence is sexy. give him a twirl, won't you?
warnings: flirty!sakusa, suggestive, allusions to sex but nothing graphic i promise, reader is fine as hell, sakusa is horny because reader is fine as hell, swearing probably, proof read exactly one (1) time, can someone please buy me a skims dress
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SAKUSA has always been comfortable in the role of an observer. Distant. Disconnected. Always calculating. There’s so much you can learn about a person by just watching them.
“Do I look okay?” You ignore the intensity of his stare, smoothing away any wrinkles in your skintight dress with a sweaty palm, “It’s not too much for a company dinner?” 
Kiyoomi’s eyes sweep up and down your figure, before flicking them up to meet yours through the mirror.
“I’m not sure,” He hums, doing a terrible job at hiding his intentions, a lazy smile on his handsome face, “C’mere for a second.”
Abandoning the array of makeup on your vanity, you skitter over to where he sits on the edge of your shared bed. Kiyoomi’s gaze almost has a physical presence; you can practically feel his eyes on you.
“Give me a twirl, pretty.” 
You laugh easily, giving into his request and making a show spinning on your heels to highlight every angle of your outfit. He offers a low whistle in return. 
“This dress is a little tight, no?” You can hear his smirk.
“Is that a problem?” You sass, breath catching a bit when you feel the calluses of his hand smooth over your waist and hips, dipping down to toy with the exposed skin of your thigh at the hem of your dress.
“Not at all,” He responds with a breathy chuckle, “You look beautiful, baby. I love how confident you are when you get dolled up.”
“Y-Yeah?” 
“Yeah,” he parrots, a little breathless because you always seem to have that effect on him, “It’s unbelievably sexy.”
Like an alligator nabs its prey, Sakusa’s arms reach out to you, pulling you into his lap. He chuckles a bit when you squeal, feeling the vibrations of the sound everywhere.
“God, you look amazing.” He mumbles to the sweet skin of your neck, like it’s a secret belonging only to him, “I’m sorry I couldn’t come with you. I would love to be your accessory for the night.” 
You giggle at the comment, ”Accessory?”
“Accessory might be too kind of a word, actually.” He jokes, “I’d look like hot garbage standing next to you. God, how could you settle like this?”
“Stop!” You playfully demand, not a fan of his self-deprecating sense of humor, “I happen to find you quite handsome! You look good! Sexy, even!”
“Wrong,” he hums to the shell of your ear, wrapping his arms around you and pulling tight because somehow sitting on his lap wasn’t close enough for him, “You make me look good. I love showing you off.”
“You’re a terrible flirt.” You soften at his admission, angling his head with a manicured finger and closing the space between the two of you. Slotting your lips against his, you let Kiyoomi lead, the kiss keeping a lazy rhythm. It’s all tongue and soft sucking; slow because you know he’ll miss you, even over a few hours. You pull away dissatisfied–no amount of kisses will ever be enough, “I love you.” It’s barely above a whisper.
“I love you, too.” You can see the hearts in his eyes, “Be safe tonight, okay? Call me if anything.”
You nod, wiping away flecks of red that transferred from your lips to his, “You’re still picking me up?”
“And dropping you off.” He confirms. 
You frown a bit, suddenly nervous again, “Is it lame if I show up early? What time do you think we should leave?”
“Well, you have two options,” He grins, “We can leave now and get there by 7. Very much on time.”
“And the other?” He grins, equal parts flirtatious and predatory, pointed canines coming into view, “We fuck right now and you show up fashionably late.”
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(jump cut to reader showing up 90 minutes late with a dopey smile and a poorly-hid hickey on her neck. the camera pans to reader also leaving early LMAOO)
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