❝ want me to kiss it better? ❞
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┆in which y/n meets the esoteric boy
┆that used to doodle on her in class years
┆later at his tattoo parlor
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tendou satori x black/hispanic (fem) reader
est. 050821
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"ANYTHING."
tendou smiled, his eyes softening as an elusive blush dusted his cheeks.
"good to know, angelface," he said, his voice so low it could've been a whisper. "one more question," tendou asked in a way that made your heart skip a beat.
"mhm?" was all you could manage.
tendou leaned in closer with every word, "can i kiss you?"
"please."
his hand that was still on your cheek slid down to cup your jaw, then your neck. he pulled you in and his teeth grazed your lower lip and tugged lightly, eliciting a sound from you that shocked even you.
when his lips captured yours, your hand found its place at his waist, slowly moving up to—instead of running your fingers his soft red locks—pat his head.
you could feel tendou's smile as he angled his head just right to deepen the kiss. gaining a bit of courage, you swiped your tongue over his bottom lip, inviting your tongue into his mouth.
the soft groan tendou let slip out made you press your thighs together, feeling the impact between your legs. he could feel the effects of your hot tongue in his mouth with the butterflies that formed in his stomach and the heat in his lower abdomen.
the two of you pulled apart just in time to take a breath, the previous pink hue on tendou's cheeks now a shade of red. his lips were glossy, whether from the transferring of your own lip gloss or your spit you didn't know, and his hair tussled from your continual hand-play.
"god, you don't know how long i've wanted to taste your lips," tendou breathed, running a hand through the fringe hanging over his eyes as your foreheads touched.
"oh? what do they taste like?" you asked, a teasing smirk playing on your lips.
"lets check," tendou said, leaning in and kissing you without warning. "is that... double trouble triple mixed berry luscious lips lip gloss??"
"duhh," you laughed. "but you have to tell me what the three berries are."
tendou seemed to have adopted the smirk that was on your lips previously, "don't mind if i do."
he gave your lips a quick peck, "strawberry, of course." and another, "raspberry." he pecked your lips once more, taking a bit longer to think before kissing you.
"okay, now you're just having fun with it," you chided.
tendou grinned, "shh-hshh. mmmm cherry?"
"nope! cherry's not a berry, dummy!" you laughed, tendou's shoulders drooping.
"whaaat? 'course it is! what do you mean its not a berry?" he grumbled, plopping down in a seat petulantly. "whats the third one then?"
you shrugged, leaning back against the chair and smiling, "i don't know, gooseberry or something?"
"you don't even know??" tendou exclaimed, sounding distressed.
"i never checked! i was just at my local beauty supply, saw strawberry, and grabbed it. and i've been using it ever since," you explained in detail.
"oh, thank you so much for that nice little story. cute little flashback that i totally asked for," tendou said sarcastically. "now i feel stupid," he grumbled.
you tried your best not to burst out laughing, "oh, come on, you were never that smart anyway," you waved a careless hand.
"what?? i'm smart, just never got a chance to study much! i always got passing grades on my report cards," tendou defended.
"by passing grades you mean what, C's?" you snorted at tendou's expression, his jaw dropping.
"we were in the same class!!" tendou sulked. "besides, i tried really hard to get those C's..." he sulked.
your heart dropped and you paused. "oh, wait tendou i was just kidding!" you said, hopping off the chair and wrapping your arms around him. "you're very very smart and handsome and fun and really good with your words- and- and your hands, yeah, you're really good with those—"
you were interrupted by tendou's snort before he shook his head, as if to get a hold of himself. "no, that was so mean. you're acting a lot like someone i used to hate back in high school."
"who?"
"tsukishima kei."
"don't know him."
he brought his arms to rest on your waist and pulled you closer, "good."
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