#matchablossom
🍵🌸
Kojiro goes to Kaoru’s calligraphy studio, much to Kaoru’s surprise, to order a commission. It’s something touching, a love confession, and it absolutely breaks Kaoru’s heart. He’s sad, enraged, wants to tell the gorilla to get out and never look at him again
#matchablossom
#joecherry
🍵🌸
It’s not difficult for Kaoru to notice when it starts. At first, it’s when they’re lying in bed, winding down for the day. Kojiro runs the rough pad of his thumb against the smooth skin between Kaoru’s middle and ring finger on his left hand.
it hurts. so i absorb, then i learn. and because i've come to understand what pain does to a person, it's hard for me to hold what they did against them. sometimes, even when they hurt me.
How many times do you think Ainosuke has told Tadashi, “Keep your eyes on the road,” as he undoes his own pants and jerks himself off in the back while Tadashi drives them to their next location?
Ainosuke invites Kaoru and Kojiro over for drinks one quiet evening when the harpies are out of town.
The moment the two guests walk in, however, the slight smile slips from Ai’s face, and he humorlessly says, “You have got to be joking. Leave.”
@hattersarts
I am tattooing this on the inside of my eyelids holy shit!!!!! incredible!!!! the longing!!!! the thirst!!!! god maybe this is what I need to get into writing gomens. i adore this
#matchablossom
#joecherry
🍵🌸
Kojiro doesn’t mean to find the letter, but when he notices a folded piece of paper with his name on it jutting out of the small trash bin next to Kaoru’s desk among a pile of discarded old class notes, he can’t help but investigate.
#matchablossom
🍵🌸
Kojiro packs Kaoru lunches every day, each container adorned with a lovingly handwritten note—‘hey, beautiful’, ‘see you soon, baby’, ‘i love you’.
Kaoru has a drawer in his office dedicated to storing each and every note for when he needs Kojiro’s strength
Kaoru insists Kojiro keep his written confession, and Kojiro argues that it belongs with Kaoru. They both agree, once they move in together, to hang it near the mirror by the front door—a reminder to themselves and each other of the love they’ve built and shared over the years.
A: I live here! I’m the host! I don’t have to change.
K: You live here—you have clothes here that you can change into. I don’t.
A: I’m not changing. Leave.
K: I’m not LEAVING. CHANGE.
A: The only solution is for you to take your shirt off, then. Such a pity.
K:
Ko:
T:
A: What?
Kaoru and Kojiro only buy one pair of pajamas. Kojiro wears the bottoms and Kaoru wears the top. They’ve done this since high school because Kojiro hates sleeping in shirts, and his shirts are big enough on Kaoru that Kaoru doesn’t feel the need to wear anything else with them.
✍️
#tadaai
🌹🐍
#TadaaiTuesday
“Tadashi?”
The Tadashi-shaped lump in his arms lets out a groggy hum of acknowledgment.
Ainosuke should know better than to air his erratic late night thoughts when sleep is so precious and scarce, but he has never managed silence well.
@dragon__mouth
“they’re too innocent for that”….. is this person like 12? what a very, very strange stance to have. all around frustrating though. it’s funny how people who hate nsfw then make everything seem like it’s nsfw even when it’s not
He and Kaoru are wearing the exact same turtleneck sweater.
Sure, turtlenecks all look quite similar, but no, they are matching down to the /brand/, the price for which isn’t for the faint of heart.
Kojiro tries not to laugh as Kaoru charges toward Ai and demands he change.
Ainosuke-sama’s so sick, dude. Sometimes, he’ll call Tadashi over to his desk when he’s working and he’ll be signing documents with one hand and holding Tadashi’s hand with the other.
🔞🔞🔞
#matchablossom
#joecherry
🍵🌸
Good morning. 😇 Had to write this specifically because I remembered the word “whimpering” exists, and I think it really suits Kojiro.
#tadaai
🌹🐍
There’s just something about Ainosuke on his knees for Tadashi, eyes glowing with both reverence and hunger as Tadashi pushes down on his bottom lip with the pad of his thumb, exposing the glint of sharp teeth.
Tadashi says, “Open your mouth,” and he listens.
trans reki having so much gender envy whenever he sees adam in action. just—adam’s everything. broad shoulders, narrow hips, his grace on a board, and his confidence to be so expressly himself. the power to have elegance and fluidity and be unashamed of it all.
“You…”
“Yeah?”
“You paid me to create a love confession…for myself.”
“Ah.” Kojiro’s ears are noticeably pink (cute), and he sheepishly rubs the back of his head. “I guess I did.”
He’s so achingly fond of this imbecilic ape of a man, more so than he lets on in the moment.
#matchablossom
#joecherry
🍵🌸
Kojiro crosses his arms over his chest and sighs through his nose right as Cherry Blossom streaks across the finish line, his rival coming to a shaky halt with bitterness etched into his expression.
Instead, he caves, unable to resist Kojiro’s gentle, earnest pleas. This is /special/, he insists, it has to be /your/ work.
Kaoru puts his heart and soul into the piece, for Kojiro’s happiness, and, selflishly, as a secret confession of his own.
#tadaai
Tadashi is obsessed with grabbing Ainosuke’s waist—embarrassingly so. After they get together, he often catches himself doing it at inopportune times just because Ainosuke’s hips are THERE in FRONT OF HIM and he can’t help himself. His hands shake, he wants to so badly.
ainosuke’s mother packs up her things and leaves every aspect of the shindos—including her young son—behind, not wanting a single tie or memory to remain of that cursed family.
ainosuke’s aunts remind him of this, that they would never abandon him like her, that they love him.
“Then you’ll come?”
“Of course.”
Those words are enough to momentarily wash the tension from Kojiro’s limbs, allowing it to be replaced by something akin to excitement, as if Kaoru had already accepted his confession.
And he had; there was never any doubt in Kaoru’s mind.
I feel like “minor-coded” is just a way of saying “I wish this character was a minor because I’m a minor and I want to project onto them and for stinky adults to not be allowed to say anything about the character.”
#matchablossom
#joecherry
🍵🌸
Kaoru wakes slowly to warm, calloused fingers pushing his bangs from his forehead, the still-tender skin soothed by the gentle press of lips.
His eyelids feel crusted and heavy, but he fights to open them until Kojiro fills his bleary vision.
🔞🔞🔞
#matchablossom
#joecherry
🍵🌸
Those nights when Kaoru seeks comfort in Kojiro’s arms, never explaining why, what it is that they have between them, just frantic nods and whispers, clothes abandoned haphazardly, countless kisses and touches from head to toe.
And when the piece is finally done, he brings Kojiro back in, reluctantly (perhaps almost /nervously/) passes it to him, scrutinizes Kojiro’s reaction.
Kojiro’s expression softens considerably as he traces the lines with his eyes. It’s almost like he can see every ounce of love
that Kaoru put into the piece.
And then, Kojiro sets it back down on the table between them and stares at Kaoru expectantly.
“Do…is it not what you were hoping for?”
“No, no, I love it. But I’m not taking this with me. It’s for you.”
“Do it better.”
“I—excuse me?” Kojiro’s redness is delightfully creeping down his neck.
“I said I’m giving you a second chance to do it right. I’ll try and act surprised.”
Kojiro looks between him and the table before slowly grabbing his commission and standing.
Kojiro, Kaoru decides, is an absolute idiot. Kaoru struggles to find his voice, throat and chest clenching hard enough to leave him breathless. How does he respond to that, a confession he never thought he would get?
🔞🔞🔞
#matchablossom
🍵🌸
There’s something about how primal and urgent dry humping is that makes it alluring—one person grabbing another and using their body for pleasure in an imperfect and frustrating way, too busy chasing the feeling to think beyond that moment.
me @ work: i wanna write. i wanna write. i wanna write. i wanna write. SO many ideas.
me @ home: what if i stare at the wall for 5 hours and then go to bed?
this is the adareki flavor —
Reki, sweating nervously: “I could TOTALLY fuck you. Easy.”
Ainosuke, smirking: “Is that so? I’d like to see you try.”
It takes some additional goading, but ultimately, Ainosuke is very pleased with the results. 🔥😩💦
Kaoru notes the hard glint of challenge in Kojiro’s eyes, despite his otherwise revealing blush. Oh, he was too easy.
“Tonight. Come in at the normal time. After close.”
“Mmm.” Kaoru feigned unimpressed.
“I mean it, Kaoru. Trust me, okay?”
“I do,” he says too sincerely.
#matchablossom
#joecherry
🍵🌸
It’s one of the rare nights when Kaoru’s unwinding early, tucked into the left side of the bed with a novel while Kojiro trudges around the bathroom, dead on his feet.
#matchablossom
#joecherry
🍵🌸
tw // anxiety mention
As much as Kaoru tries to make being so professional and well put together seem like natural personality traits, they exist to mask the mess of a person that reveals himself only within the safety of his home.
Here, he can hear Kojiro’s steady heartbeat, feel the way his skin vibrates when he hums deep in his chest. Kaoru thinks that he never wants to pull away and that he could be lulled to sleep just like this.
“Soon, baby, I promise. I’ll make it perfect for you.”
——————
/fin
#tadaai
#aitada
🌹🐍
“Tadashi?”
Ainosuke’s voice is little more than a soft rasp, still unguarded and sleep-laden.
Tadashi pauses where he’s sitting up on the edge of the bed, struck by a powerful wave of affection.
@chibibinch
this reminds me very much of when people are like “you need to explicitly state that you don’t condone this character’s actions when you write about them”
Tadashi walking into Ainosuke’s bedroom to find Ai sprawled across his oversized bed in a sexy nurse costumes, frills, stockings, garters, tits pushed out—the whole deal.
“Hiii, Tadashi~”
He sighs, says, “I need you dressed for your meeting in 15 minutes,” and walks back out.
The biggest struggle of now being in a relationship with Ainosuke is not that Ainosuke pulls him back down into bed when Tadashi tries to wake him up every morning, it’s that Tadashi lets him do it and willingly drowns in his arms for an hour more. 😌
#matchablossom
#joecherry
🍵🌸
Kojiro had given up on waiting for a response after the first 15 minutes of Kaoru’s silence, locking his cursedly quiet phone in favor of closing his eyes and turning his face into his pillow.
🔞 🌺❄️
Reki likes being edged slowly. He wants to feel Langa everywhere—pressed against his back, arms around his waist, fingers pumping him, rubbing inside of him.
Langa likes a rough, brutal pace that whites out his thoughts, leaving him begging and drooling and thoughtless.
#matchablossom
#joecherry
🍵🌸
cw: lack of communication, kinda horny
One fact that Kojiro had always known was that, despite their different builds, Kaoru was a force to be reckoned with.
Kaoru wakes Kojiro up with his mouth, has the man spilling into his mouth before he can even form full sentences, all to distract Kojiro from the fact that Kaoru has stayed up all night working and is only just now getting to bed.
Kojiro’s head pillowed on his chest, Kaoru mindlessly runs his fingers across Kojiro’s skin until they find subtle ridges along Kojiro’s shoulder, where barely-visible stretch marks paint his skin. Kaoru’s fingers trace up and down, comforted by the soft stripes he knows so well.
🔞
#tadaai
ainosuke ordering tadashi to strip down to his briefs and get off grinding against a pillow while ai kicks back, watches, tells him how to move.
and tadashi can hear the way ainosuke’s slowly losing his composure, knows he’s touching himself to the sight before him.
#shadoka
🌷🦊
“This is for you,” Hiromi says quickly, looking away as he holds out the neatly wrapped bundle to Shokichi, who sits on the other end of his pristine white couch. “You can open it, if you want.”
Which, Shokichi knows, means ‘I really want you to open it. Please.’
#matchablossom
#joecherry
🍵🌸
Imagine post-Italy, Kaoru storming into Kojiro’s apartment right after he finishes an exhausting shift at a restaurant in town.
Kojiro’s tired and sore, not really in the mood to handle one of Kaoru’s spikes of manic energy so late at night.