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꒰ HE STOOD YOU UP PT.2 ꒱

↳ note ⨾ repost! ↳ genre ⨾ angst to fluff(ish) ↳ feat. oikawa, ushijima & atsumu ↳ parts: one :: two

ʚ OIKAWA ɞ

“y/n?” oikawa whispers into the night, facing your back beside him on the bed in your shared apartment. he’s somewhat surprised you didn’t ask him to sleep on the couch, knowing he wasn’t exactly your favorite person at the moment.

then again, you weren’t exactly saying anything to him either.

you stir a little bit, probably in your sleep, but don’t reply. it is an ungodly hour, there shouldn’t be any reason for either of you to be up.

but oikawa’s been alone with his thoughts.

“y/n,” he tries again. he reaches his hand up as if to shake you awake but decides against it. he really shouldn’t disturb you; he doesn’t need another reason for you to be angry with him. retracting his hand back to close to his chest, he stares at your back and the way your body moves up and down with each passing breath you take.

“what is it, tooru?” your voice, drunk with sleep, catches him off guard, making him blink a few times and wonder if he was just imagining it. it’s not too much of a stretch, since the man has been up since seven in the morning the day before.

“i can feel you staring at me,” you huff, shuffling around into a more comfortable position still facing away from oikawa. “what is it?”

“i’m sorry,” he blurts. he swallows thickly as he listens to the sound of your breath inhaling and exhaling.

“yeah,” you mutter, bringing a hand up to rub at your eyes. “you already said that … the past million times.”

“i mean it,” he whispers, eyebrows furrowing sadly. he wishes he could see your face.

“and how is this different than the other times,” you sigh out, probably exhausted of his apologies and empty promises.

“you could leave,” he croaks, attempting to keep the air between you quiet. “it never occurred to me until tonight that you can walk out that door and never have to deal with me again.”

you pause your moments craning your neck around but it’s too dark to see. so, you turn over, now facing the ceiling. oikawa follows suit and lays on his back, only moving his head to the side to face your side profile.

“i’d deserve it,” he continues, playing with the sheets between his fingertips. “i’ve been nothing but neglectful and haphazard with you, unknowing to the consequences for my actions. and for that, i’m sorry.”

“your words mean nothing, though,” you mumble. “after so many apologies, how can i just trust you this time?”

you’ve been so hurt, so tired of being hurt by him, you can’t believe his words.

oikawa nibbles his lip, in attempt to keep it from trembling and quickly clutches your hand with his.

“i’ll make you trust me again. there won’t be a doubt in your mind about how much i care for you.”

he doesn’t know how long you two stay like that, his hand holding yours. oikawa is just about to say goodnight (with another apology probably) and take his hand from yours to allow you back into a comfortable position, when you squeeze his hand and intertwine your fingers.

ʚ USHIJIMA ɞ

the next morning, you wake up in an empty bed. with furrowed brows, you sit up, glancing around the room in search of any remnants of your boyfriend; his closet door was open, volleyball bag hanging on the hook on the inner side of the door, signaling he must be home.

it isn’t until you peel the covers off you and slide into your slippers when you hear the distant sound of clanking pans from inside the kitchen. opening the door of your bedroom, you cross your arms in attempt to keep warm as the morning chill sends goosebumps scattering along your skin.

your feet pad toward the kitchen, now following the smell of … pancakes? eggs?

“oh, you’re awake,” ushijima announces as he sees you step into the kitchen, taking note of your confused expression. whether it’s from the morning deliriousness or the fact that he’s cooking breakfast, he can’t tell.

“don’t you have practice?” you rasp, morning voice lining your tone. you clear your throat and continue, “it’s nearly ten.”

ushijima turns away from you, looking back down at the skillet in front of him. “no practice today.”

“oh.”

the air is cold between the two of you. not only is it from the weather as winter creeps closer, but the silence, too.

“i told them i couldn’t come in.”

you nod slowly at that. “are you feeling alright, toshi? you don’t have a fever, do you?”

ushijima shakes his head firmly. “no, but i’m not alright either.” he pauses his stare at the skillet in front of him to turn to you with sad, droopy eyes. “i’m sorry i forgot about last night.”

“oh.” you’re slightly taken aback by his expression. “it’s alright, tosh, you had practice-”

“i stayed late,” he mumbles quietly, lifting the fried eggs from the skillet with a spatula and places them on a plate. shutting the stove off, he turns around fully, leaning against the counter with arms crossed. “i wanted to get a few more serves in and i forgot about our date.”

his words, truthful as they are, twist your heart uncomfortable. that’s something you could always count ushijima for: honesty.

he looks over at you with his lips pursed and eyebrows furrowed. “how long did you wait for?”

“until they kicked me out,” you murmur your reply, twisting your arms behind your back.

ushijima sighs, lifting himself from leaning against the counter. “y/n, i’m so sorry. it won’t happen again.”

“okay, toshi.” you muster up a smile, gulping down the lump in your throat.

when he reaches you, he takes a side of your face in one of his large palms. he looks between your eyes, searching them and when he finds doubt, the crease between his eyebrows deepen. “you don’t believe me.”

“it’s not that,” you sigh, averting your gaze from his. “volleyball has been your number one priority since we met, and i love that! i love that you’re so passionate about something … it just…” you trail off, not knowing how to form your next words.

it hurts knowing i’m second to your career.

ushijima reads your expression clear as day. “i shouldn’t have made you feel this way,” he murmurs, mostly to himself, as he takes in your averted eyes and knitted eyebrows. “volleyball is my career,” he says firmly, “but you’re my priority. i’m sorry i haven’t expressed that as i should’ve.”

“you don’t have to say that-”

“i mean it. and i’ll prove it to you.”

ʚ ATSUMU ɞ

“y/n?”

the soft thuds against your bedroom door make you look up from the book in your lap. you hadn’t read much of it, the event that occurred a few hours prior plaguing your mind instead.

“come in.”

the door opens a few inches, just to allow atsumu to slip inside and shut the door closed behind him. he wears a deep frown on his usual confident-looking face as he stares longingly at you.

“yes?”

you notice he’s changed his clothes; where previously he was wearing a pair of joggers and an athletic jacket, he’s wearing jeans and a jacket better suited for the cold weather outside. you presume that he managed to snag the outfit form your shared closet when you slipped into the bathroom for a shower about an hour prior.

“i’m sorry,” he murmurs, looking down.

“okay, atsumu,” you sigh, returning your attention back to the book in between your hands, fingers carding through a page as you attempt to reread the section for about the nth time.

he gnaws on his lower lip, keeping his eyes trained on you, waiting for the possibility that you flit your eyes up to meet his once more; maybe with that adoring gleam they always have around him.

yeah, he doesn’t think he’ll be seeing that tonight.

“i really mean it,” he announces, jutting his chin up. “what i said, how i acted, i shouldn’t have done that.”

“mm,” you hum, nodding in agreement, eyes never leaving the beige pages of the book.

huffing slightly, atsumu shuffles out of the room, leaving the door opened behind him. you’re about to call out that you much preferred it being closed but atsumu soon returns with a plastic bag in hand.

“you did eat, right?” he asks tentatively, walking closer to your shared bed. he recalls your words a few hours prior but he isn’t sure if they were just a jab in retaliation of what he’d asked you to do for him.

“yes, i ate.” your tone is clipped, making atsumu flinch slightly but slumping his shoulders he holds out his arm, gently urging your to take a peak.

“well, ‘m assuming you didn’t have any dessert so…” he shakes the bag when you don’t look inside immediately.

curiosity getting the better of you, you straighten yourself up and lean over, not before scowling at the man – he has to know you’re still not pleased with him. you use a finger to pull the bag toward you, giving you more view of the contents inside,

“ice cream?”

the man bashfully brings a hand behind his neck to rub at. “i wanted to get’ya a cake but all the bakeries are closed. i had to head to the convenience store on the corner instead.”

you don’t speak as he takes out the mini tub of ice cream and spoon, placing it in front of you on the bed. with a pressed frown, rocks on his heels.

“i’ve been a shit boyfriend lately,” he declares with a look of regret. “i’ve been an ass and you don’t deserve that. all you’ve done is be supportive of me and my career and i’ve done nothing to give you the same love back. for that, i’m sorry. i’m not asking for your forgiveness now, but i’ll make it up to you, baby, i promise.”

you stay silent for a moment as atsumu searches your face, as if a look or a twitch of your lips could tell him exactly what you’re thinking. he thinks you’ll stay silent for the rest of them, stewing with his words.

instead, you pick up the ice cream, peeling off the cover and holding it out for him, as if to share. “you got another spoon?”

and atsumu’s heartbeat relaxes and the ghost of a smile reaches his lips as he takes a seat beside you on the bed, digging into the bag for an extra spoon.

"Want some granola?" Suna asks, totally unsympathetic to your blubbering form sitting on the stairs between the fourth and fifth floor in front of him.

"Rin…I'm literally…" you groan, tired of it all. A few tears are swiped from your moist cheeks as you shudder and attempt to even out your voice. "No, Rintaro. I don't want any damn granola. I want my boyfriend back! How the hell can he just break up with me like that, over text of all freakin' things?! He's…he…he's a…"

"A dunce face," Suna completes for you.

"Yeah! A dunce face! I mean, why would he do that? How can he do that? We were fine last week!"

"Humans are fickle creatures," he muses.

"Yeah? Ha. Well then it's official. I hate humans- oh, except for you of course," you quickly say to your best friend. "But that…dunce face, and our physics professor, and the lady at the store who didn't give me proper change- I hate them!"

"Mm, I'm not a human actually," he says around a mouthful, noting the flavor profile between the oats and…nutmeg? Mhm, nutmeg. They totally put nutmeg in it. "I'm a genie."

"Oh, really?" You raise an eyebrow.

"Yup. I'm not fickle at all. In fact, I've had the fattest crush on you for the last few years and never wavered. Even when your face looks like that. I probably love you by now or whatever. Don't know what's wrong with your boy toy," Suna shrugs as if he didn't just confess to you and smacks his lips. "Anyways, Atsumu is waiting for me on the quad. I was supposed to be there half an hour ago but a pesky human kept me back."

Suna drops the mostly finished bag of granola on your lap, only containing the little bits and pieces you liked, and plants a big kiss on you, right on your snotty and bitten lips. "Later, dude."

February 22nd, 2022 (2/22/22) falls on a Tuesday, making it 2’s day

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haikyuu men reacting to you getting followed on your way home

I had something pretty scary happen to me last night, so what better than fictional volleyball men to seek comfort in! (lmao this was actually a year and a half ago, it’s literally been sitting in my drafts that long. happy 1.5k, friends!)

featuring: iwaizumi, bokuto, daichi, sakusa

contains: mention of being followed, fear, comfort, gn!reader

Iwaizumi starts when you slam the door behind you and fall back against it, letting out a heavy exhale. He looks up from where he’s slicing vegetables for dinner with a concerned expression. “Babe?” he asks, concern lacing his voice, not used to you waiting by the door before kissing him hello. He sets down the knife and walks over to you calmly. “Are you okay?”

The lump that forms in your throat threatens to break as you purse your lips together to keep from crying. “No,” you barely manage to whisper, and before the syllable is even off your lips, one of Hajime’s strong hands is on your waist, pulling you closer. His other hand gently but firmly cups your cheek, drawing your gaze to his, all fiery intensity at seeing his love hurt like this. “What happened?” he whispers.

It comes out in a jumbled, rushed mess - “there was this guy - he was following me, I - whenever I would speed up or - he would walk faster. And I tried to get away, but he crossed the street too and - ” you don’t realize it, but you’re trembling, heart racing again at the memory. It ignites something in your boyfriend.

“I’ll fucking kill him,” Hajime growls, and you don’t doubt him for a second. Your resolve crumples at that very moment, and you fall forward into his sturdy chest, his safe, strong arms instantly wrapping around you. “I was just so scared,” you whisper, and Hajime’s thoughts turn to nothing but you, holding you tight and reassuring you: you’re safe.

~

You don’t actually realize how scared you were until you see the look on Bokuto’s face when you walk in the door. 

Big, warm, owlish eyes find yours and something inside your chest heaves, sending a shudder through your body. Your boyfriend is already whipping around the kitchen table before you reach can an arm out to steady yourself on the wall. Usually so strong and buoyant, Bokuto almost startles you with his softness as he pulls you into his embrace. Big, strong arms wrap around you and you allow yourself to collapse into the safety they provide.

“Baby…” he whispers against your forehead from where you’re nestled into his neck. A hand snakes up to tangle in your hair and press you closer against him. His fingers are strong, tense, and you can practically read his thoughts - if only I’d been there…

Bokuto bends down and scoops your legs up, which you eagerly wrap around his waist as you bury your face farther into his neck. He smells like sunscreen and cologne and you could almost cry at how comforting that exact scent is. Supporting you with one hand and using the other to rub comforting patterns up and down your back, he gently carries you back to your shared bedroom, where he holds you for the rest of the evening and lets you know - you’re safe, you’re safe.

~

“Oh my love,” Daichi murmurs, pulling you into his embrace on the couch. His thumb had been gently rubbing over your knuckles as you calmed yourself down enough to tell him what had happened on your way home, but now he can’t keep himself from holding you close. If he had lost you…

“It’s okay, I’m okay,” you say firmly. You’re not sure whether you’re reassuring him or yourself, but feeling his strong arms around you is a hell of a lot better than trying to regulate your own heartbeat. “I’m so sorry,” he whispers. “I wish I could’ve…” but he trails off. He knows right now is not about him.

Instead, he pulls you fully into his lap and tucks your head under his chin, running reassuring fingertips up and down your arm. You feel safe, like he’ll never let you go. You feel your elevated heart rate receding, and you relax into his embrace, feeling better already. He tucks a strand of hair behind your ear and the two of you sit in silence like that for a long time. 

At one point, after it feels like you two are essentially part of the couch, Daichi puts his hand on your head, his fingers gently scratching your scalp as a low humming begins to resonate from his chest. You always used to catch him singing under his breath when he cooked for you, and the vibrations from his sternum lull you into an even deeper sense of peace now. You forget your worries and for a moment the world is just you and him.

~

“Come here.”

The words are the first thing you hear when you finally make it back into the safety of your home. If you didn’t know the man any better, you would be sure the words were angry, even aggressive. But no, Sakusa’s voice was just urgent. You exhale shakily, feeling numb, and slip into Sakusa’s quickly-approaching arms.

You had texted him what had happened after hiding in a late-night grocery store to call a ride home instead of walking. Sakusa had demanded to come pick you up but you had insisted on just calling a car instead, because you wanted to be home as soon as possible. Now that you were here, locked in his warm embrace, you just wanted to lay down, the fearful adrenaline leaving your body in a rush.

“Can we just…” you slip out of his arms and barely have the strength to lead him to your shared bedroom and flop onto the mattress, feeling his weight dip onto the comforter alongside you. Intertwining your legs, he takes your face in his hands and rests his forehead against yours, knowing you need peace and comfort right now. His thumb brushes gently across your temples.

“Breathe,” he whispers, and you do, your chest rising and falling in time with his. “I’m right here,” he says, pulling you closer. “I’m not going anywhere, you’re safe, right here.” You don’t even notice the tears forming until they’re dripping onto his shirt, but he just holds you even tighter and grounds you with his touch.

i forgot to post this

i used that really popular Pinterest reference with the guy kissing someones hand

love u jack

You were mad at him. For something.

What, Atsumu didn’t know. Honest! You’d quickly snapped him out of his habit of leaving the toilet seat up, you’d taught him countless times to sort the laundry, he’s learned extremely quickly to not leave your child in the cart at the grocery store alone- you’d been particularly ruthless with that lesson.

But for the past two days, you’ve been absolutely exhausting. Petulant, and he genuinely questions if that’s how he acts when he’s upset, and if it is, good god he’s sorry to anyone he’s ever come in contact with him.

You’re huffing in annoyance, denying him any closeness and affection, cooing at Hisako that apparently she’s the only Miya that loves you, and Atsumu truly is at a loss of what happened. Two days ago you were fawning over him with all the love you could muster, and yesterday morning it was like you couldn’t stand the sight of him.

More than anything, you look sad. You’re sad in his presence, your eyes glimmering with a certain disappointment and discomfort. You’re hurt, by something he did, it’s something Atsumu never thought he’d witness, and now that he has, he wants to make sure he never does again. Whatever it is.

He just has to get you alone first.

“Hisako’s down for her nap,” you mutter, causing the blonde on the couch to finally turn up at you. “I have to go get some sugar, keep an ear out for her while I’m gone-“

“Want me to come with?” He asks, hopeful. You furrow your brows and cross your arms, waiting for him to realize what he said.

“Did you seriously just ask if I wanted you to come, after I just said I put our infant down for a nap?” You scoff, and he deflates like you’ve kicked him. “It’s good to know you’ve reached the point of ignoring me, too-“

“Why are you so mad at me?” He asks, getting up on his feet and tossing his phone to the side. “What did I do?”

You tense up at his words, hurt spreading over your face and arms tightening protectively across your chest. You chew at your bottom lip to stop it from wobbling, and Atsumu is sure he’s got you now.

“I’m not mad at you.”

“And you lie like a rug,” he says immediately, crossing his arms and quirking a brow. “You can’t fool me, we’ve been together for waaaaay too many years for you to think you can lie to me.”

You send him a glare, and he looks at you expectantly. Your jaw tightens, and he’s ready to listen to your worries and stressors, and be a better man from it, and-

“Just forget it,” you mutter, carrying yourself into the kitchen. “It doesn’t matter.”

“Clearly it does!” He protests, following behind you. You visibly jump at the loud whine of his voice, and he does feel bad about it, but he’s got a point to make, and he can’t let it go.

“God, would you just drop it!” You hiss.

Frustration takes over Atsumu’s body, and he cards a massive paw through his hair, gripping it at the root, “you know I can’t!”

“Well then that’s on you! Not my problem if you can’t play detective and figure out why your wife is feeling a certain way.”

“Baby please for the love of the gods tell me what I did wrong because if you’re waiting for me to figure it out, we both know how long that could take!”

You pause again, and he raises his brows expectantly. “Fuck, fine- it’s…” your bottom lip wobbles as you sniffle, “it’s… it’s… fucking asshole, it’s because you didn’t look!”

Instantly, Atsumu’s brows shoot up to his hairline, any frustration dissolving into surprise; he watches you fiddle with the drawstrings of your hoodie, and he reaches out to cup your hands in his. “I didn’t look?”

“In the bathroom, yesterday,” you murmur, eyes wetting with humiliated tears; from the circumstances, or from crying in of itself, atsumu doesn’t know. “You… You were coming in to pee, and I was in my towel drying off, and I told you not to look. And you didn’t.”

“Baby,” he sighs in relief. “I thought you really just didn’t want me to look and-“

“But you always used to!” You wail. “Always, before I got pregnant! And-And-And I would watch you peek around your fingers or look in the mirror and giggle when you looked, and I’d swat you with my towel and you’d pull it off of me with your stupid smirk, and you’d give me this insane kiss, and…” you pause your rambling to take a few deep breaths. “And you didn’t…” you wipe your eyes on your hoodie, “do you even find me sexy anymore?”

“Honey, that’s not what that meant,” he husks, trying to pull you in for a hug and frowning when you reeled back. He shakes his head, “there are times I can barely keep my paws offa you, you know that.”

“Then why didn’t you look!”

“Because Hisako was waking up,” he explains quickly, once again trying to reach for you. This time, you let him, and he feels himself relax simply from the contact. “And she doesn’t do well on her own, and I thought I heard her cry, so I hurried and peed and quickly ran out to check on her… I’m sorry I didn’t look, baby, I just… dad instincts kicked in, and I wanted to check on her so you could keep doing your morning routine in peace…”

You wipe your cheek and nod sadly, “I’m… ‘m glad your dad instincts are strong… and I appreciate the thought…”

“Believe me, momma,” he mumbles; a slow smirk splays over his face and he picks you up to set you on the counter, smiling as a shy one eases over your cheeks. “We still got the hots for each other, good god, I’ve got the hots for ya…” he grabs your hands to kiss your knuckles. “But we’ve got so much more now, too. We’ve got a family. And I got you and ‘Sako, and that’s more than I ever deserved. Let alone the sexiest woman who deals with my ass every day… we’ve got something good. I’ve got something good.”

Blinded by his affectionate words, you nod and lean forwards to rest your head on his chest, and he quickly wraps his arms around you to hold you close. “I love you, ‘Tsumu…”

“I love you more, momma,” he murmurs into your hair, and he feels all his broken pieces snap together at the feeling of you in his arms.

Then you stiffen again. He furrows his brows.

“Atsumu?”

“Yeah?”

“Did… did you wash your hands after you peed? Before you checked on our infant?”

At his silence, you start to fight his grip again to start your outrage once more, but he instantly tightens his arms around you with soft “no, no, no,”’s falling from his lips.

“God, honey, please, one battle at a time.”

cw: fluff and arm wrestling, unedited

"i don't think i'll ever be able to forgive you."

Hajime's hand is rough and calloused, firmly grasping your own. his gaze is locked on your overly confident form seated across from him. Your eyebrows are locked, that big grin is plastered on your face, and if he were to openly admit it, he could feel a tinge of worry in his gut. he knows how determined you are.

"for winning?"

"yeah. my pride as an arm wrestling champion is at stake here."

you laugh out loud and its guttural, unabashed and not an ounce of embarrassment is evident. "right, right, your pride! how could i forget." Your grip on his hand, albeit slightly sweaty and trembling, tightens. "well, don't be too upset when i beat you."

he counts down from five, getting slower and slower until there's an air of suspense around the number one. "Hajime!" You warn, knocking your foot against his own. he smirks, says go, and the two of you begin your arm wrestling battle.

it's not an easy win. you put up a struggle, but ultimately in the end he's the victor. You groan in frustration. "okay, one more time."

"pretty sure you've tried every day this past week."

"okay, but i'm getting better each time i try!" crossed arms, pouty lip—you're too cute sometimes. he stands from his chair, makes his way around the table and crouches next to you.

"you're right. and i'm proud of you for giving it your all every time." his familiar hand is warm against your cheek, and you comfortably lean into it.

"i'll get you one of these days." you embrace him tightly. he threads his arms under yours, one hand on the back of your head and the other caressing your open back.

"i have no doubt you will."

SEEING YOUR EYES FOR THE FIRST TIME! feat. main three, shinsou, and kaminari. warnings: none.

QUICK EXPLANATION : basically you have a quirk that has to do with your eyes, like medusa except you can control it. though, like bakugou, when irritated you loose some control causing harm to those that look you in the eye. to prevent this you wear a blindfold at all times. now was finally a good time to show him your eyes, considering the low chance for getting irritated.

IZUKU : awestruck at the sight of your eyes, no matter if they looked extremely unique or they looked normal. he slowly reached for the nearest pen and paper with the inquiry, “uhm, not to be weird or anything… but do you mind if i draw your eyes? not for research or anything their just so… pretty.”

KATSUKI : on the outside he showed indifference, throwing around a “what the hell ’s so special bout them?” but you can tell by the look on his face he meant quite the opposite. he was quite proud to be able to see your full face in all its glory, he just doesn’t know how to say it.

SHOTO : he was quite used to people fawning over his eyes and he’d never thought he’d too do such a thing in his lifetime. when he saw your eyes he almost dropped the glass in his hand, “wow, love, your eyes are quite stunning.. may i take a picture.”

SHINSOU : paused what he was doing and stared at you in complete surprise. it ended up becoming a staring competition to which he won, quite easily. “do you not like them? i can cover—” “cover them I dare you.” he gave you a challenging look, “don’t wear this stupid thing when we’re alone, alright?”

DENKI : rushed to your side in a matter of seconds, and held your face in his hands. memorizing everything about them, in complete adoration. “woah… babe, those are your eyes?” “no, theyre my feet, jackass.” “doesn’t matter. they’re gorgeous,”

© bakiiey. no translations, reposts, claiming as your own, or modifying.

thinking about...

a/n: shoutout to @raes-ramblings for always supporting my keigo brainrot & helping me with this!

clingy!Keigo who clings to his partner‘s waist when they get up in the morning because he doesn’t want them to leave the bed already. they will even drag him off the bed because he won‘t let go, no matter what.

clingy!Keigo who when his partner prepares breakfast, is hugging them from behind and follows them throughout the entire apartment.

clingy!Keigo who keeps kissing his partner when they try to leave for work that day.

clingy!Keigo who annoys his partner just to get their attention. he snatches their phone from their hands or stands in front of the TV. how dare his partner not give him their undivided attention?

clingy!Keigo who whines when his partner tries to push him off their lap because they need to go to the bathroom. sometimes he even pretends to be asleep just so he can stay there. obnoxious snores and everything.

‚keigo, i love you but i really need to go.‘

*kiss*

‚hmm not yet, i haven‘t kissed you properly!‘

*kiss*

‚you‘ve kissed me like thirty times in the past two minutes!‘

*kiss*

‚that‘s not enough.‘

*kiss*

‚is it ever gonna be enough for you?‘

*kiss*

‚you know the answer to that.‘