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"So, tell me about your past relationships," Tooru took a sip of his grape wine before cutting a slice of his marbled steak. He chewed it without effort as it melted like butter in his mouth. "Is there a significant ex that I should know about?"

Now that you think of it, none come across your mind only because they aren't significant enough for you to remember them. They're like forgotten leftovers at the back of the fridge and you've already dumped them out of your mind.

"Well, not one made it to the serious phase," you explained casually while you pinched a few noodles coated in cream and yellow sea urchin. Tooru was right. What he suggested on the menu tasted exquisite.

At your reply, the professional setter looked up from his half empty plate to speculate you. "Really?"

He shown with a tone of surprise, and you nodded unsurely.

"You must be lying," he added with light mockery. Somehow his disbelief flattered you.

So you shook your head, "Nope. I have to go through a deck of assholes like everybody else. You sound pretty surprised by it."

"Because you're such a catch," he finished sweetly and you aimed your eyes back to him to find honesty in them. He knew he was speaking the truth by how solemn his eyes read. "You seem so sure of yourself. You know what you want. You're simply not playing games. You're also fucking cute, too."

A laughing breath huffed from you at the ongoing list he made, twitching your brow humorously and wishing you can hear him compliment you all day.

"I think I try to look like I'm sure of myself," you corrected bashfully. "There's always something I don't like about them, or don't approve of."

"And they have no will to change?"

"Men are prideful sometimes," you defended slightly which is not entirely a lie.

"Then, they aren't men. They sound like boys," argued Tooru singlehandedly and went back to cutting the hunk of meat. "Is that guy one of them? The one who chased you at the train station."

His little reminder made you remember your last encounter with the cropped headed man. It's been some time since you heard from Terushima and you're quite thankful that he didn't pursue you further as far as you know. But the fact that Tooru remembered him made you feel anxious.

You chuckled. "Yeah, he took me to a pub during happy hour on our first date, and he suggested me to pay most of the bill. I mean, I don't mind paying but it definitely brought a bad impression of him."

Then the brown headed man stared back at you again with widened eyes as if he never heard such absurdity, pausing mid way from taking another bite of his steak.

"Everything is cheap during happy hour and he still can't pay for his share?" The brunette laughed with a shake of his head. It was obvious that the tongue pierced kid has no decency or manners in how to treat a woman. It brought shame and embarrassment for the rest of the male population. "I pity him. You deserve so much more."

"And are you referring to yourself?" you jested skittishly.

Tooru chewed slowly while glancing at you in hesitance as a playful smirk stretched on his lips. He swallowed. "I just have to show you, don't I?"

You returned the smile cheekily, feeling the subtle hint of intent in his voice as he sipped on his wine glass, coating his mouth in grape juice and alcohol.

"I'm curious, Tooru," you brought his attention back on you again when you poked at your miniature bowl of half eaten edamame. "What are your love languages?"

He gave a little cough, tapping his mouth with the white linen that was on his lap. "Pardon? What's that?"

"Well, there's five. Gifts, acts of service, quality time, words of affirmation, and physical touch. It's an expression of how someone communicate and show their affection to their significant other. Each person is specialized one quality than the rest, and there's an order from your least to greatest."

Tooru seemed intrigued by the given information, nodding and perking his ears open to listen carefully. A hum emitted from his lips, cutting a smaller piece of his wagyu to feed it to your mouth. You're so sure that it's the best piece of steak you ever had.

"Sounds interesting. I don't think I have an idea what mine are, so maybe you can guess it," the brunette offered to make the conversation a little more interesting. "I can guess yours after."

You swallowed the chewed meat and then studied his features gazing back at you, trying to decipher what his expression of love is. Tooru can be anything. In fact, he can be all five depending on his mood. He does his job well in making you feel appreciated in any way he can, in every way he can. It was definitely hard to choose one language for him.

"You like to receive acts of service and quality time. You're good with giving gifts, that's for sure," but your trailed at the last two languages. They both meet neck in neck with each other since those are his most distinctive traits when you first met him. "If you were to have only one to give, words of affirmation or physical touch are the top."

"Sounds about right," totally amused of your disclosure, Tooru couldn't make an argument. He played with his wine glass but swirling his middle finger at the rim to make a tuneful sound. "It's funny, I think you like to receive and give the opposite which totally make us compatible, doesn't it? Especially physical touch."

"What makes you say that?" you asked by pulling a few strands of noodles and feeding him with your chopsticks.

"I could tell." You waited until he finished chewing and then gaped at you with comprehension. "Whenever I touch you, you get pretty tensed as if you never felt anything like it before."

Observant he is, his assumption isn't all true. He didn't mean it in a way to interrogate you either but you understood his confusion.

"Sorry. I was never the physical-type before," you started while eyes looking down at your messy plate, smothered in yellow sauce and black truffle butter. "It was back in high school, my ex hated PDA so he would never do the simplest thing such as holding my hand in public. Even if I wanted to, he would just refuse."

By your explanation, Tooru eased his gaze at you as sympathy washed in his brown gems. His brows crinkled sadly, looking at you like you were an abused puppy. It did scar you a bit as it made you anxious with the next few guys you dated. You were awkward like a stick and unsure about expression affection.

"I'm just never used to it. This is all new to me," you said lastly but finished with an optimistic smile, surprising him. "With you, it makes me happy that... you show your affection so easily whether we're alone or not. You make me feel really confident about myself - about you."

As you babbled on, you can sense Tooru looking at you with amazement, completely enthralled by your words with his fist under his jaw and a soft smile twitching at his lips. You felt like you were about to cry by his longing eyes seeing through you and your vulnerability like a glass wall.

He understood every word you said by scooting his chair closer to your left side. Therefore, he's next to you to lace his fingers with your hand and kiss at the spot where your ring finger is. You almost felt sick but in a good and odd way.

"Baby, of course," he whispered in your ear with a sweet, fluttery tone and turned his body to pull you into a warm embrace. "You don't need to apologize. I'm just so grateful that I'm yours."

You don't know what it is but this man is absolutely perfect - so perfect that you want to cry in his shoulders. He doesn't blame you for your faults and your insecurities. Instead, he just wants to make you better, uplift you in a way you should be feeling.

The lost grip from your hand made you feel cold as Tooru rested his arm over your weaved chair. His other hand pointed at the bowl of edamame for you to take a glimpse at.

"Do you want that last piece?" he asked, looking at the lonely pod rinsed in truffle butter. You nodded and he picked up the cold vegetable and bring the tip of it to your mouth.

With teeth baring, you grazed over the buttery content and yanked the green seed from its sleeve. Tooru watched with heedful eyes, lowering his gaze at your mouth moving and teeth exposing. After you ate it, he simply dropped the empty the shell of the edamame in a separate bowl, stacked with others that are also teethed and eaten.

Your attention flew on him when the same fingers he used to feed you were brought to his lips, licking and sucking off the salt and butter off of his index finger and then his thumb. It was a careful and slow process. He knew you were watching when he met eye contact with you while he does this. The action made your legs clench together and your right leg swung over your left in a crossed motion.

"Tastes good," a ghosted smirk hindered on his face after he cleaned his hand and then planted his hand on your right thigh, bringing your hanging leg closer so your calf is nearly dangling off from his knee.

You gulped at the sudden close distance, aware that you two are still in a nice restaurant - most of all, in public with multiple people around. But no one could see what's going on underneath the blanket of your table.

"Is there something you want to do after?" Tooru slid the same hand up and down from your ankle to the bone of your knee. The mood changed abruptly when his voice gave soft and enticing whispers with his eyes glued to your stilled ones. "Walk on the beach, look through stores, eat dessert?"

You giggled at him when the brush of his fingertips stroked feather-like, causing goosebumps to form on your skin. "Why? Do you have better plans later?"

"It depends if you want me to make them," he was acting dumb but with purpose. His expression is too obvious to know what he meant as his brown eyes darkened underneath the twinkle lights. "If you're curious to see, then you should join me."

"Will it be fun?" you asked innocently that it was too cute for him to handle. A chuckle escaped from him and rose his hand higher, sneaking in the slit part of your dress to work his way up to your exposed thigh.

"It will be fun and big. I just gotta prep you first," his breath drew you closer to his face since his words are only for you to hear, emphasizing his sentence to get you riled up. You can feel his fingers snaking towards your inner thigh to brush at your clothed clit. His warm lips pecked at your jaw and asked lowly, "Would you like that?"

"Yeah," you whimpered with a subtle moan when his hand stroke back down to your thigh again, already missing his touch on you. He was playing with your emotions, you knew it.

A satisfied grin plastered his face when he felt your hand grabbing his thigh, biting his bottom lip in approval at your needy state just like he intended to do.

"Let's go," then he removed his hands on you, making you drip with lust and anticipation. Tooru gestured his hand in the air to get the waiter's attention. "Check, please."

He didn't hesitate to hand him his platinum card once the bill was given, not even a single glance at the amount on the bill and paid for it instantly. His impatience shown of how he scribbled his signature on the receipt and threw the extra cash he had to leave a fat tip. Tooru stood up first to help you stand in your seat by pulling your hand.

You decided to walk ahead as he draped his black blazer over your shoulders to shield you from the cold, ocean breeze. The wind is now getting harsher the minute you stepped out of the restaurant to walk down the steps and your skin shivered at the temperature drop. Your volleyball man went to speak to the valet for his car and then attended you at the bottom of the stairs with hands wrapping around your waist to give a long, open mouthed kiss.

Thankfully, his back was facing the other pedestrians so they didn't see his hands tracing down your hips and cupping both cheeks of your ass. It was a firm grip and you yelped in his lips when he pulled you closer with one hand sneaking pass down to reach a certain area between your legs.

You instinctively pry them open to welcome his hand but the fabric of your black dress can only allow him to reach a limit. Annoyed, he just flipped you around so your back was pressed against his chest as he leaned himself against the cemented block statue. He only did this to cover his growing bulge in his pants but your ass pressing against his hips didn't help him lower his eagerness.

Of course, you were doing it on purpose as you arched your back to feel him erect. Tooru groaned and circled his arms around you to press himself closer, kissing at the back of your neck and down to your shoulders. Your body instantly grew warm despite the chilly air blowing pass your legs. You were more focused on his hands rubbing against your stomach underneath the blazer.

Shortly and sadly, the valet interrupted by driving Oikawa's white Scion to the front and opened both doors for you and Tooru to step in. Like always, he let you get seated first and helped you buckle up before closing your passenger door. Soon, you watched him swing himself in the driver's seat after passing the rest of his cash to the valet and then taking off.

Neither of you plugged in a playlist to play throughout the drive. You were too busy throwing your hand on his lap reaching and stroking his hard thigh while he drove. A major distraction it was for him to stay focus but he liked how needy you were to get a reaction. Tooru nudged in his seat and gave a thrust when your hand found his hardened cock tucked underneath his dress pants.

You can't make out how big or long it was since it was covered in layers of fabric, but you continued on to stroke him slowly with your lips kissing by his ear.

"Shit," a gasp left him when you touched an area he liked. That had to be the stopping point because the pleasure was too immaculate for him to concentrate on the road. As much as he didn't want you to stop, he grabbed your hand and kissed it before placing it back to your side.

"You're going to kill us both," Tooru's laughter filled the intense air and you grinned by your obvious teasing.

You leaned closer to mutter enchanting words in his ear. "But I want you so bad."

When a stop light appeared, his eyes went back to you again with a mix of desire and authority. His hand grabbed at your face to make you look in his eyes and you felt the control swimming in them.

His voice grew stern and low. "Wait just a bit longer and you can have all of me, sweetie. Be good. Understand?"

You didn't know what else to do but to nod, and you didn't know why or how you thought it was so hot the way he instructed you. Tooru smiled and released your chin to rest his hand at your lap again.

"That's my girl."

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Posted: 06-01-21

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I just want to say; if a man refuses to give you affection anywhere you are, he isn't worth shit! If someone pulls that excuse with you, he is insecure, has trust issues, or doesn't want to show that he is taken. Major, major, major red flag. You all deserve to be loved and shown off as you should.

Just curious; what are you guys' love languages? :)