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hands all over | shinsou

shinsou hitoshi x fem!reader

"I bet you think you're really cute letting them put their hands all over you. We'll see how cute you look later when I get you home."

warning: implied smut

a/n: omg thank you so much ;-; I love you sm now

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Shinsou Hitoshi was a boyfriend who was never insecure about your relationship. Never once had he felt threatened, never once was he jealous. He knew that you loved him more than any other dumbass in the world so that's all he needed.

But he couldn't explain to himself why he was gritting his teeth as he watched you talk to some childhood friend of yours. The two cups of coffees sat in your hands as you talked to this stranger, your expression bright and nostalgic as you laughed loudly. The stranger also kept placing his hands on your shoulders and waist and that was quickly pissing him off as he sat at the table where the two of you had claimed. It wasn't even as if he could leave the table. The damn coffeeshop was so busy right now someone would undoubtfully try to claim this table as their own should he stand up.

His lip curled as he watched the stranger hug you tightly before walking off, but he swore your looked a bit flushed as you finally walked back over with the coffees in your hand.

"Here's your latte!" You chirp as you place the porcelain cup down, "Look its a kitty cat!"

"Who was that?" Shinsou all but sneered as he stared at the cat that was more or less destroyed.

"An old neighbor of mine!" You inform him as you raise your own cup of coffee to your lips. "He moved away shortly before high school! We were pretty close growing up, but since UA we lost contact."

Shinsou didn't respond back as he watched you drink your coffee, your lips smacking in appreciation of the bean juice.

"Did you ever–"

"Y/n-chan," a voice interrupted Shinsou and he looked up to see the old neighbor back with a dumb blushing grin on his face as you cried about him calling you that. "I don't know if you'd want to, but here's my number and we could–"

"She's okay thanks," Shinsou snapped as he moved to show that the man was not welcomed here. He didn't even bother looking at your confused expression as

"Okay, um, but here's my number anyways."

"Leave us alone," Shinsou stared daggers as the man placed a slip of paper onto the table as he walked away with his hands up in a notion of retreat.

"'toshi!" You snap as you take the slip of paper before Shinsou could grab it and destroy it. "That was rude as fuck?!"

He raised a single brow, cold amusement running through him as he leaned in close so that his lips were next to your ears, "I bet you think you're really cute letting him put his hands all over you. We'll see how cute you look later when I get you home."

You audible choked as Shinsou sat back down, his lips pulled into a victorious smirk as he took another sip of his coffee. And well, if cute meant lipstick stains covering vastly different areas of skin, tear streaked mascara, and bruises for days, you were fucking gorgeous.