"If you keep wearing my jersey like that, I'm not gonna make it to practice on time."

There was a beat of silence.

Then his hands were on your hips again—rough, greedy, always a little too much—and the edge of the locker clanged as your back hit it. Somewhere in the background, voices echoed down the hall, oblivious.

But Shidou didn’t care.

He never did.

You weren’t sure what this was supposed to be—dangerous, addictive, maybe stupid—but whatever it was, it didn’t feel like something either of you planned on stopping.

Not when he kissed you like that.

Not when the entire team was just about to find out.

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̊+ · »-♡→ Possible CW/Tags!: Semi-public acts / Brat-tamer dynamics / Degradation / praise kink / Shidou himself is the warning (๑>؂•̀๑)

̊+ · »-♡→ Love me a freaky deaky (¬ ͜ ͡¬)

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