A Little Gift Pt. 2 (Aoi x Reader)

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It wasn't like you hated the fact that Aoi kept giving you hickeys. You actually liked it. But he would always make sure to give them in very visible places, and sometimes, you didn't even know where they were.

On one such occassion, you returned home blushing madly. Your dad had seen the hickey this time, much to your embarrassment.

"Aoi!" You yelled. "Where the hell are you??"

"I'm in the bedroom," he called out. The poor guy had no idea what was in store for him.

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The next day, the GazettE had a meeting. Aoi walked in last, looking a little odd.

"Are you okay?" Kai asked him as he slowly sat down.

"Y-yeah, I'm fine," he mumbled.

"Girlfriend troubles?" Reita smirked.

"I'm guessing that's it," Uruha joined in. "That's the face he makes every time he and (Y/N)-chan have an argument."

"Sooo...tell us," Ruki said. "What's the scoop?"

"Nothing really," Aoi mumbled, removing his jacket...and revealing several hickeys on his neck.

Everyone let out a low whistle. "Not so much of trouble, I suppose," Reita laughed.

"Quite the opposite." Aoi allowed himself a small smile.

He remembered the events of last night. You barged into the room and slammed the door behind you.

Glaring at him you said, "So you love giving me all these, right??" You pointed to the hickey your dad had noticed.

Aoi had just laughed.

"Well, I'm going to give you some hickeys that you can't hide, and see how you like it!!"

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"...and that's what happened," Aoi finished his story, laughing.

"Woah, (Y/N)'s fierce," Reita said.

"You seem to like it, though," Uruha smirked.

"Well, it was kind of painful...but it's a gift from my girlfriend, so..."

"Aoi, you're such a creep," Kai said, rolling his eyes.

"I second that," Ruki said.

When Aoi got back home, you were still glaring at him.

"It wasn't that embarrassing," he said, wrapping an arm around your waist. "Why do you make such a big deal out of it?"

"Maybe if your parents saw your hickeys while having dinner with you, you'd probably think differently," you mumbled, leaning into him instinctively.

He smirked, and pulled out his phone. After dialling a certain number...

"Hello, mom? Yeah, it's me...I'm doing well, so is (Y/N), how about you?...Oh, I was thinking of coming home next weekend for a few days...no, (Y/N) might not come, but she's got a little gift that I'll show you when I come over..."

"Aoi, what the hell???"

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