Thread by @endomiphins

#osaaka / jealousy (uh slight nsfw idk)

it’s absurd, but akaashi doesn’t know what comes over him.

akaashi spots it the first time when osamu foregoes the turtleneck with the weather warming up.

he doesn’t know how he didn’t notice it before, but the glaring red bruise on osamu’s neck, right below his jaw, mocks him.

it’s huge.

there’s another one right above his collarbone, slightly smaller, but a much darker red.

he shuts out osamu’s rants about atsumu doing something stupid akaashi doesn’t remember leaving marks on osamu’s neck.

it doesn’t process in akaashi’s brain on how osamu could have possibly gotten those hickies.

“akaashi?” keiji snaps out of his trance, “is something wrong? you’re staring really hard.”

keiji meets osamu’s rocketmetal gray eyes, and he considers for a moment. osamu couldn’t possibly be cheating on him. they spend most of their time in a practice room as music majors.

unless.

“akaashi?” his eyes drop to osamu’s lips, but the infuriating mark on his collarbone is also in his line of sight, “did i say something wrong?”

akaashi takes osamu’s face into his hands and smashes their lips together

their noses bump into each other a little and their teeth click with the impact, but keiji only pulls osamu closer to him into his lap. osamu tenses up a little in his hold, but he relaxes to let keiji take complete control

keiji ravishes him

his tongue pushes past his teeth into the heat of osamu’s mouth, working his mouth against his. osamu lets out a little whimper as akaashi combs his fingers through his hair

keiji leans back to admire osamu, his lips puffy and glistening under the sterile white lights, before moving to his neck.

akaashi pulls back on osamu’s hair and osamu lets out an inhumane sound thats quickly absorbed by the dry acoustics of the room, “h-ha k-keiji.”

akaashi looks up at osamu’s reddening face, he could stop now, but the bruise on osamu’s neck insults him. he only smirks at osamu before attaching his lips to osamu’s neck and sucks hard.

osamu’s grip on his shoulders tightens as he moans — his pants music to akaashi’s ears

akaashi takes a second to admire his work on osamu’s neck, the maroon blooming right next to the existing mark. osamu's face is all blushy and red too.

(“I can’t believe you got jealous over a VIOLIN HICKEY!” osamu looks at his neck in the practice room mirror. he tries to adjust his shirt to try to hide the blooming marks on his neck and collarbones, but to no avail

akaashi shrugs, “don’t practice too much. only i can leave marks on you.”

“AKAASHI KEIJI”)

i guess in between scenes in the fic i wrote. but also i really thought about this last night and i was like why didn't i think about this before when violin hickies have caused some interesting conversations i wish never happened. anyway

anyway self-promo on this old thing. i mean its only been a month but you know. "old"
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