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â BakugĹ x GN! reader.
You like Katsuki, he likes you â is a fact not a maybe. He doesn't seem to believe it thought.
a/n. I had to keep my promise ig. Is VERY short so im sorry, also Im bad at english and is my first one shot so have some mercy plz.
You were going insane. Just a little bit. Well, actually, you were ready to rip out your hair and scream into the void, standing naked as flames consumed you. That's kind of insane.
Every time BakugĹ referred to you as his friendâeven if he only said you werenât that annoying and didnât mind having you around (which was close enough)âyou wanted to disappear.
You had done everything but treat him platonically. Sure, you could see how holding hands, cuddling, or crying together might seem platonic. But kissing in bed and saying âI love youâ in a completely serious way?
You were completely lost.
At first, you thought it was a joke, then maybe just a game to him.
But now? Now youâre convinced heâs just... dense.
You could tell BakugĹ you love him dead serious while looking him dead in the eyes, on your knees and with a big sign that said 'plz marry me,' and he would still think you're joking.
And it was killing you.
"Are you going to study or what?"
You were in his bedroom, "studying." Yeah, rightâstudying. You just wanted to be there with him. Youâd barged in without warning, and yet, he hadnât even questioned your presence.
"No."
You knew he liked you back. There was no way he didn't, but fuck, he refused to acknowledge it.
"I like you."
His eyes widen for a second before he looks back at his notes.
"Shut up."
"I really do, tho."
"Yeah, whatever."
"I love you."
"If you don't stop, I will kick you out."
"I love you."
" __________ "
"I love you so much."
"Stop it."
"I want to marry you, one day when we're adults. Small or big wedding, or none at all, whatever you prefer."
"I'm being serious."
"So am I."
You two look at each other, him holding his pen so hard that it looks like it's about to break and you looking at him as if he were the most wonderful and prettiest dense idiot you have seen in your life.
"What do you need me to do to make you believe me?"
He ignores you. Mostly because he knows that paying attention to you would just make him more annoyed (because you clearly weren't going to stop) and because he didn't want to accept it.
"Die."
A small smile comes to your mouth. How many people would get offended by that? A lot, but you knew BakugĹ didn't mean it.
"You want to recreate Given now?"
BakugĹ rolls his eyes, making more notes in his notebook, but you were able to notice a small smirk.
You had forced him to watch it a couple of months ago, and he swears he didn't cry. You knew the truth, though.
"Shut up."
"Shut me up yourself, you coward."
He lets out another scoff, and he continues to avoid your eyes.
"Study already."
You loved BakugĹ Katsuki, and he loved you back.
No matter how much time it would take you, you were going to make sure to take his last name and hold his hand in a not-platonic way.
One day.
"I love you."
I totally didn't use like 3 grammar online correctors, and re read this like 20 times (It will still have an issue, and I know it). I also didn't copy inspired my introduction (?) from a random post.
Anyway, hope you enjoyed my bad writing style. Im not doing this again, unless I get REALLY bored.
521 words.
#mha x reader#bakugo x male reader#bakugou x male reader#bakugo x gender neutral reader#bakugou x gender neutral reader#bakugou x reader#katsuki bakugo x reader#ftm reader#amab reader#gn reader#mha fic
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do you have any canon complient bnha fic recs?
Hi @granny-griffin !! This is a great q but itâs honestly a little hard for me to answer! I looked through my AO3 history but things werenât jumping out at me. I suppose any pre-canon fic that allows the events of MHA to play out unchanged is âcanon compliant.â Same with any timeskips or gaps in canon. If anyone has recs, please reply or tag!
I confess I donât really look for canon compliance in fic â I mainly look for good characterization and/or creative plot, with a personal preference for (1) romantic relationships or mature content with canon adult characters; and/or (2) gen, found family, or parent/child dynamics. IMO, if the writer has the characterization skills, they can do anything and the character will still feel like âthemselves.â I can also get hooked on a creative or fun plot even if the characters are a little âoffâ or the trope/genre isnât something I normally like (eg, horror, medieval, and a/b/o are not my vibe but there are still some fics I like).
I try to read with an open mind and appreciate that MHA has an active fan base with so many amazing creative people!!!
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how to woo your soulmate: chapter five
pairing: villain!all might/reader rating: teen tags: villain all might, soulmate au, slice of life/fluff, reluctantly falling in love, pov alternating word count: 3.1k summary:
Most people were happy with their soulmates. Sure, there were the odd few matches that simply didnât work out, for one reason for another, but they were few and far between.
You, however⌠your soulmate was the Number One Villain in the country, who was intent on winning you over. After all- itâs fate, isnât it?
chapter summary:
our lovebirds have their first date night, and all might has absolutely no self awareness.
read on ao3 here!
#maxie writes#yagi toshinori x reader#toshinori yagi x reader#all might x reader#bnha x reader#mha x reader#all smite x reader#villain all might#bnha fic#mha fic
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Thanks for the attention this is getting!!
Im working on some more right now and I suck at drawing soo feel free to ask abt anything your curious abt the au or just about how it works!!
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@todoroklee
#mha#mha bkdk#bnha#bhna#mha deku#mha fanfiction#mha x reader#mha bakugou#mha smut#mha fanart#mha fic#mha dabi#mha oc#mha hawks#anime#mha masterlist#mha tickle#my post#mha villains#mha au#mha aizawa#mha ao3#mha verse#mha vigilantes
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âPANTY THIEF !!â
âI DIDNâT STEAL YOUR FUCKING PANTIES. THEY WERE IN MY DRAWER BECAUSE THEY WERE IN MY LAUNDRY.â
âWell then how did they end up in your laundry ??â
silenceâŚ
âExactly. Youâre a panty thief.â
âHowâd you know they were in my drawer ?â
silenceâŚ
âTsk. Fucking pervert.â
#bnha x reader#bnha x fem!reader#bnha x y/n#bnha x you#bnha bakugo katsuki#mha x y/n#bakugo katuski#bakugou x reader#bnha bakugou#katsuki bakugo x reader#mha bakugo x reader#bakugou smut#bakugo x reader#bakugou katsuki x reader#mha bakugou#bakugou katsuki#katsuki bakugou#katsuki bakugo mha#bakugou x you#bakugou x y/n#katsuki x reader#bnha katsuki#katsuki x you#katsukibakugou#katsuki x y/n#bnha smut#bnha fanfiction#bnha fic#mha smut#mha fic
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I always imagined Bakugo as a lover who had a big cuteness aggression, and he shows it by biting you in random parts of your body thatâs convenient for him to bite at.
Youâre wearing that off-shoulder top with your hair up (or youâve got shorter length of hair where it exposes your neck)? Heâs biting that skin off. Youâre eating with your mouth full and your cheeks were puffed out? Heâs biting that cheek off and pinches the other side. Youâre wearing a sleeveless shirt? Heâs got his teeth gently scraping on the skin of your upper arm. Your hips and waist were also a victim of his ministrations. He always just had to mark you up.
đđđđ... I could feel this through my bones. He does bark and also bite.
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
All Rights Reserved 2024 Š ddostoyevskyy. Do not repost without permission or plagiarized.
#mha bakugou#mha x reader#mha fic#bnha bakugo katsuki#bnha bakugo x reader#katsuki bakugo x reader#bakugou x reader#bnha bakugou#bakugou katsuki#bakugou katsuki x you#bakugou x you
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âDamn- already Bakugo? The movie isnât even over!â
Denki whined, grabbing the remote to pause the comedy that was playing on the tv. It was movie night in the dorms, a way for the class to bond and decompress after classes. Everyone was huddled together, wrapped in blankets and sharing snacks. All accept Bakugo, who scowled at his yellow haired friend.
âItâs my bed time. Iâll see you nerds in the morning.â Denki huffed, crossing his arms as he muttered about Bakugoâs old man behavior. But Kirishima smiled, giving him a short wave and a âsleep well Baku-bro!â. The rest of the class also sent their goodnight wishes as Bakugo headed to his room.
It was only 8:30, which was a bit early even for Bakugo. He usually headed to bed around 9, but tonight was special.
When he got to his room, he locked his door and walked to his mirror, making sure his hair was to his liking and that there was no popcorn in his teeth. When he caught himself fretting over his appearance, he rolled his eyes and scoffed, wiping his sweaty palms on his jogging pants. âThe fuck am I worried for? Itâs just a Skype callâ. And while he was right, it was just a call, it was a call with /you/.
You and Bakugo had been dating long distance for the past year and a half.
You met at the I-island convention, where you two got into a friendly competition at one of the challenges. After you managed to beat him at his own game, he recruited Mina to find you on social media. Anyone who could beat him was special..and it didnât hurt that you were gorgeous to boot. However, his heart sank when he found out that you didnât live in Japan. Still, he decided to follow and dm you anyways..which you promptly answered. The two of you have been talking non stop ever since.
What was just messaging turned into calling, then FaceTiming, to full on movie nights where you would count down to try and start the movie at the same time. And while it was inconvenient, it was fun. He wouldnât trade it for the world.
Which is why he was always promptly on time for your calls. You had both been busy that week, so you werenât able to talk as much as you normally did, which is why you scheduled the call. With the time difference, you would be slowly waking up to get ready for school while he was going to bed. He was able to tell you about his day, while he watched you get ready for yours.
The time difference was a hard challenge to navigate, but you made it work. Talking to eachother was the high light of both of your days. You loved seeing his face and hearing his voice, even if it was virtual and he loved the same. You were both very meticulous in nature as well, making sure that your times were aligned to get the most out of your talks as possible. That way, it always felt like enough.
And while it would be nice to hold him, to see his face in person, to kiss him..this was enough for now.
Bakugo hopped into his bed, plugging up his phone before pressing call and waiting for you to answer. And when you did, he was met with sleepy eyes and a warm smile. He couldâve sworn his heart was doing actual backflips.
âHi Kats..â
âMorning dumbassâ
You smiled at him, your heart fluttering at his teasing. And just by seeing your smile he knew, that until he could get to you, this would be enough for him.
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Ps: im starting to do requests! So if you have an idea for me, go ahead and put it in my asks <3
#mha#mha fic#boko no hero academia#bakugo x black reader#bnha x reader#katsuki bakugo mha#mha headcanons#bnha bakugo katsuki#katsuki bakugo x reader#bakugo x reader#mha bakugou#bakugou x reader#bakugo katuski#bnha bakugou#bakugou katsuki#bakugo x y/n#bakugo x reader fic#my hero academia fic#my hero academia fanfic#my hero acedamia#katsuki x y/n#mha katsuki bakugo#katsuki bakugo fluff#katsuki x reader#bakugo katsuki
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Sleepy
shota aizawa x afab/fem reader
aizawas always sleepy, what else is he always feeling? Horny
warnings: p in v sex, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it kids), slight breeding kink, slight praise kink. Sleepy sex, oral f and m receiving,grinding, hand job, fingering Mdni PLEASE. IM TRYNA PROTECT UR INNOCENCE.
a/n I FUCKING SCORED WITH THAT AIZAWA PIC. Tysm Pinterest đđ
Aizawa grumbled as he rolled over, the light from the sun spilling into the room past the curtains. He draped an arm across your waist, using his thumb to rub your tummy. Aizawa buried his head into the back of your shoulder, leaving gentle and warm kisses. âWake upâŚâ he whispered softly as he tried to wake you up âplease darlinââ he pat your belly to wake you up. You whines and rolled over to face him âwha?â You tried to rub the sleep from your eye, aizawa grabbed the back of your head softly and pressed your face into his broad chest while his free hand rubbed your back âmornin darlinââ he leaned down to kiss your forehead, his stubble rubbing against your skin âmorningâŚâ you mumbled back, a slight giggle came out of you.
aizawa rolled over and brought you with him, making you lay on his belly and chest. He looked down at you sleepily and smiled âyour so pretty like this..â he said as he cupped your cheek, you leaned into the warmth of his palm âso pretty..â he admired you. Aizawa found you to be the prettiest thing heâs ever seen. A familiar warmth began to form in his belly, you could feel the hardness under you; your face turning pink.
ânoticed did ya?â He mumbled against your skin, tickling you with his breath âyeahâŚâ you replied, your face becoming pinker and pinker. âDo me a favour would you darlinâ?â He grabbed you by your underarms with his large hands and sat you up. He looked up at you, raising an eyebrow to ask for consent. You nodded and smiled, giving him the green light to continue.
Aizawa firmly grabbed your hips, pressing his hips against yours. You whimpered at the contact of his hardness so close to your warmth. His hands began to move your hips against his, a grunt escaping his throat. You moaned softly, feeling his dick pressing up against you. âG-good girl.. good girl.â He let out, his grip on your hips becoming tighter and tighter. You squeaked as he rutted against you âmmph.. hold on..â he pulled you away from his hips, taking the time to pull his boxers off. âBe a good girl and suck me off will you?â He asks, freeing his dick from the cloth. You nodded and climbed to a more comfortable spot right between his legs. Aizawa sat up so he could watch you. You licked the base to the tip, a groan coming from aizawa. You kept licking the side of it, before taking the whole tip of it into your mouth. He groans loudly and grabs a fistful of your hair, pushing your head down on his dick. âMmph..â he let go once you found a pace that wouldnât make you choke on it.
you slowly pulled his length out of your mouth, using your spit as lubricant you slowly began to stroke his dick. Aizawa groaned and leaned onto your shoulder âso good⌠such a good girl..â he lightly pulled on the ends of your hair, leaning in to kiss your cheek. As you pumped his dick his breath became hitched, deep grunts turned more into desperate whines. Eventually cum spilled from the pink tip of his dick, he panted slightly and reached to scruff your hair âyour turn now hm?â
you found yourself gripping the bedsheets under you as his tongue went deeper and deeper inside your core, his large hands gripping your thighs to keep them apart. Aizawa pulled his tongue out of you to lick your clit, drawing a whine from your throat. âYou always taste so good..â he mumbled, sticking two fingers into his mouth before sliding them inside of you. You moaned and arched your back âplease please-â you whined,Squeezing your eyes shut. âShhh itâs okay, your doing so good for me darlinââ he pumped his fingers inside of you, curling them in certain places. Aizawa leaned back down to lick your clit, gazing up at you to watch your reaction. You clamped your thighs down on his head âIâm close.. Iâm close..â your breaths became ragged as aizawa pulled his fingers out of you, replacing it with his now much harder dick.
both of you let out a pleasured moan before he impatiently began to thrust inside you âg-gonna.. put⌠a baby in my good girlâŚâ he leaned down to kiss your neck, you moaned and gripped his back, leaving scratch marks on his already scarred back from fighting as a hero. His pace became quicker and harder âcmon cum with meâŚâ he mumbled, his dick stretching you out. His thrusts became sloppy after a minute, signing that he was close. He bottomed out balls deep into you and then filled you up with cum.
both of you panted, you looked up at him âround two?â You smiled âI have work darlinâ sorryâ he pulled out and kissed your cheek, helping you put some clothes back on after cleaning the two of you up.
#aizawa shouta#aizawa x reader#aizawa x y/n#aizawa x you#aizawa shota x reader#eraserhead#shouta aizawa#shouta aizawa x reader#bnha shouta aizawa#aizawa#shouta aizawa x fem! Reader#Shouta aizawa smut#Shouta aizawa x reader smut#mha#bnha#bnha aizawa#mha aizawa#mha smut#Bnha smut#mha x reader#Bunga x reader#Fanfiction#smut#mha fanfic#mha shouta aizawa#Bnha shouta aizawa#Mha fic#bnha fic#mha x reader smut#aizawa x reader smut
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two besties at a boring function close-ups! đđĽâ¨
color version // line version // close-up đâď¸
#read it in the order i intended!!! haha#like i saaaiiddd todoroki is there to be a hater and ochako is there to nom lmao#win win am i right?????#i drew this ages ago and i love it sm and i am very precious about it omg pls#mha#bnha#mha art#bnha art#my hero academia#shouto todoroki#shoto todoroki#ochako uraraka#uravity#mha fic#mha headcanon#todochako#platonic todochako#pjseveryday#illustration#anime art#fanart#art#digital illustration#anime#ochaco uraraka
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MHA Boys reacting to you being attacked!
characters: shigaraki, Dabi, Hawks
warnings: mention of blood, broken bones
a/n: first post OMGGG 𼚠I hope ppl read this!!
#x reader#shigaraki tomura#shigaraki x reader#touya todoroki#dabi x reader#keigo takami#hawks x reader#smau#mha smau#mha fic#fanfic#my hero academia#blurb#mha x reader#mha x y/n#y/n#x y/n
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Reality of Realizations
[Shoto Todoroki x Female!Reader]
Synopsis: After the Sports Festival, Shoto comes to realize just how awful his behavior was, and heâs determined to make things right.
WC: 3559
Category: Mega Fluff, Awkward!Shoto
This idea smacked me to my keyboard at 3 am and took me hostage until I finished it⌠I hope you enjoy it!! âşď¸đŤś
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In the beginning, Shoto didnât feel guilty. He felt indifference. To him, U.A. was about succeeding his father without his fatherâs side of his bloodline, the fire part of his quirk. Everything was about becoming a hero that wasn't like Endeavor. Everything was about getting stronger without using fire.
Friendships werenât his concern. In fact, he didn't give them much thought at all. He didnât feel like they would be beneficial to his cause.
For some reason, though, you wanted to be around him. Maybe it was because you saw something in him, some type of potential that even he didnât recognize. Or maybe you just had a lot of energy that needed to be spent, and being around him was your only means of releasing it. Either way, you never left him alone. You followed him, sat next to him in class, and asked him about his quirk.
And with his current mindset, he was rather annoyed with your persistence. He knew he could handle it himself. He could do well in school and become a great hero without any help. You were a distraction to his goal, and he was not having it.
When you first tried to start a conversation, Shoto looked straight ahead. His gaze remained fixed on the whiteboard. If you continued to be persistent, he would snap at you. It was a guarantee.
As much as he wouldnât like to admit, sometimes the father-son resemblance would shine through.
You tried again, asking him what his favorite food was. When he didnât answer, you shrugged and turned your head toward the windowâanother failed attempt.
Your attempts only increasingly became more annoying as time went on. The same questions, the same responses, and the same outcome:
An angry Todoroki who just wanted to be left alone.
But it wasn't until the Sports Festival that things changed for him. Midoriya helped him realize that his father wouldnât define him, but his own choices would. It was enlightening, and after their fight, he felt a strong sense of respect for the green-haired boy.
And due to that awakening, he realized just how absolutely rude he had been toward you.
You were one of his classmates, a person who was in the same school as him, training to be a hero just like him. You were someone who deserved respect, and he didnât treat you the way you should have been.
That guilt settled in.
He was a horrible person.
He had to make up for it.
And, no, a simple apology would not be enough. He needed to go the extra mile and show you that he meant what he said and that he was truly sorry.
The question was, how?
He knew little about you. He never spoke to you, not in the way you had tried speaking to him, so how would he know your favorite food, your favorite color, your favorite animal? How would he know what kind of flowers or sweets you liked?
How could he make you happy when he was the one who hurt you in the first place?
He thought long and hard. He pondered and pondered, trying to think of what you could possibly enjoy, but his mind would draw a blank.
So, he did the only thing he could think of: he asked Midoriya for help. The green-haired boy had that entire notebook dedicated to all the quirks every classmate had, so surely it could give him some insight into how to approach you.
Surely, it would help.
After class, Todoroki went over to Midoriya. He kept his hands in his pockets, and he looked the other way, not quite wanting to see Midoriya's expression.
Needless to say, he was absolutely surprised when Todoroki asked him for help. Surprised and absolutely delighted. The way he started bouncing in his seat with the biggest smile on his face made Todoroki want to reconsider the offer. But before he could retract, Midoriya already had his notebook out.
He flipped through a few pages, his finger stopping when he found your name. Honestly, it was unnerving just how many notes were dedicated to each individual.
Midoriya read your likes and dislikes; apparently, they were all through observation and not from you telling him. Maybe if Todoroki wasnât so mean to you, then he wouldâve known what you liked, too.
He figured you had to make it obvious for Midoriya to write it down, right? Thereâs no way Midoriya would be able to figure out that information from just watching.
Then again, his analysis was pretty spot on. He knew what your personality was; he dealt with it firsthand. Of course, at the time, he didn't think too much about it. All he thought was how much he wanted you to leave him alone. Now, however, he wanted you to ask him those questions.
He wanted to be your friend.
He learned that you loved reading books. Not only that, but you loved flowers. Not the typical roses or sunflowers, but the less popular flowers. The type of flower that not a lot of people would think of when thinking about the beauty of a flower.
You also loved sweets, mostly anything with the word "chocolate" in the name. You had a sweet tooth, and it was very apparent.
Todoroki didnât know why, but he found himself smiling. Finding out your likes and dislikes and learning about your personality was interesting. He wished he hadnât been so blind before. Maybe then, he could've been friends with you earlier.
But it was okay. He could still become your friend. He could still fix things.
Midoriya had written down a list of things that you would appreciate the most, and then it was on the planning portion.
Gift-giving was still a relatively new concept for Shoto. He never had any real reason to give someone a gift before, and when he did give gifts, it was mostly for his siblings on special occasions.
He never really had the opportunity to buy a gift for a friend.
Midoriya told him that the best gifts were meaningful and came from the heart.
"Think of a memory you have with them. Think of something that they would really enjoy."
But the issue was, he had no memories with you. No good ones, anyhow. They were all trash because he never gave you the chance to have a good memory with him.
"Hey, Todoroki, if you wereâ"
You always sounded so genuine when asking him those foolish questions, but the moment he turned his head, his glare could have killed you.
"Do you always have to bother me? Doesnât it get tiring asking the same things, day in and day out?" His tone was harsh, and he didn't mean for it to sound that way, but it was the only tone he ever used on you.
"No wonder your parents sent you to boarding school in America before applying here. I wouldnât be able to deal with you either."
Yeah, those were his words. Those were his exact words. Not the nicest, were they?
The sentence was completely laced with poison, and even Shoto knew it then. He truly didnât mean to bring that up; it was a low blow, but the damage was done, and the second it was said, your expression fell.
Shame, really. You were only trying to be nice. You didnât deserve his spiteful attitude. You were kind and thoughtful, and you were a very good person, but he couldnât bring himself to accept your kindness.
So, how the hell was he going to be able to apologize to you? How was he going to give you a present that meant something when all his memories of you were filled with his hate?
He sat on his bed, his legs crossed as he held his head. He needed an idea, but his mind drew a blank. What the hell was he supposed to do?
Midoriya told him that a homemade gift was probably the best among a couple of special items. If he made something himself, he could show how much effort he put into it. He could make something meaningful and show just how sorry he was.
But... he wasn't the most creative person. In fact, his creativity was nonexistent. He didnât know the first thing about making something from scratch.
He knew how to make a peanut butter and jelly sandwich and a tasty soba, but other than that, he was lost.
And it wasn't like he could ask for his siblings' help. He took that as a sign of not owning up to his mistakes. If he couldnât figure this out, then he didn't deserve your friendship.
His eyes were fixated on his desk. His textbooks were sprawled out, and a couple of papers were scattered across the table. He was currently studying for the next exam, and his phone was off to the side, plugged into the wall to charge.
His mind shouldâve been on schoolwork, but the only thing he could think of was you. He needed an idea, and soon, because if he didn't do anything, his guilt would eat him alive.
His mind continued to wander.
Flowers, chocolate, a book, a teddy bear.
None of these would be enough. None of these were personal; none of these would mean something.
His eyes wandered from his desk to the window. The sky was orange, a beautiful sunset. He watched as the clouds passed and the birds flew by.
Birds.
Why does that remind him of something?
What do birds have to do with a gift?
He closed his eyes, trying to remember a moment. Any moment, whether good or bad, anything that could help him get a hint as to what to do.
And then, a memory flashed.
It was a rainy day, and you were late.
You were walking and running, but the rain was coming down pretty hard. You werenât an idiot, so you weren't wearing the U.A. uniform. Instead, you wore a jacket. But even then, you were still soaked.
You didnât have an umbrella, a raincoat, or any protective gear. You were running through the rain, trying to get to the school before the bell rang.
Luckily, it wasn't too far away.
Shoto remembered seeing you run, and for a brief second, he thought you were an idiot. He wondered why you didn't just take the bus or the train. If you lived near the school, you would've had plenty of time.
And still, even being as late as you were, you were still determined to have your daily conversations with Shoto.
You were definitely an odd ball, but in that moment, a certain memory came to mind.
When you finally made it to class, you were absolutely soaked. Your hair was sticking to your face, and your shoes were squishing with every step you took.
You sat down, understandably grumpy, but you werenât upset that you were late, wet, or even sick the next day. No, what was upsetting you was the fact that you had lost something.
A hairclip, to be specific.
You lost a hairclip.
It was a clip that had a hummingbird attached to it. The clip itself was silver, but the hummingbird was painted green. He knows this because you wouldnât stop talking about it.
He remembered you saying that it was a gift from a family member. He didnât know who, nor did he care at the time, but you cared.
You really cared.
You spent the majority of the day searching for the hairclip. You searched the hallways, the bathroom, the cafeteria, everywhere you could think of, but it wasnât there. It was nowhere to be found.
And for a week, you wore your hair down, which was the complete opposite of what you normally did.
If only Shoto realized this at the time, then he would've helped you look for it. He was good at finding things, ironically, but the thought didnât cross his mind, and neither did the memory.
Until now.
In a split second, he bolted up. He rushed downstairs, not caring if he was loud. He didnât care if his family could hear him; he didnât care if he was disturbing their peace.
He had an idea, a good one, and it was perfect.
It was the most personal gift he could think of. Throw in a couple of your favorites, and it would be perfect.
He would make you a gift basket, but he would add his own touch to it. Again, he wasnât that creative, but he had a basic idea. Youâd like ribbons, right? Why not a nice bow?
Unfortunately, your specific hummingbird hair clip was long gone, but the internet seemed to have everything. He searched for hours, ignoring his study guide for the upcoming exam, and finally, after what seemed like forever, he found a silver hummingbird. It wasnât painted green, but it was the same model as your old one.
It was the best he could do. And fortunately, due to the one-day shipping, he would have it by the time Monday rolled around.
He ordered it, and when it came in, he put the basket together. He bought you a book based on your favorite genre, some chocolate, a bouquet of some of your favorite flowers, and then, he added the ribbon.
The clip he put in a special case, away from the basket. He would be giving this separately because it would mean more, and he felt like this was something that shouldnât be touched by anything else.
And, well, he wanted to see your reaction to his apology. It would be easier to read your expression if he didn't give you both the gift at the same time.
Oh, right, the apology.
He didnât really think about that, and honestly, he didnât know how to start.
But the best way to do anything is with practice, right?
Screw that upcoming test. He had something much more important to deal with, and knowing him, heâd probably still ace the test anyway.
He cleared his throat, standing in the middle of his room.
Okay, how would he start?
Hi? No, that was too casual.
Hello? No, it's not formal enough.
Greetings?
No, no, he shouldnât sound like a robot.
He needed something more genuine, more real.
Maybe... maybe he should start by telling you how sorry he was. Yeah, that would be the best.
He cleared his throat again.
"Hey," his voice cracked, and his eyes widened. He sounded so awkward. That was so not smooth.
He started over.
"I know we haven't spoken in a while," he started. "I'm... I'm sorry for everything I've done. For everything I've said. You didn't deserve any of that."
This felt like a speech. Maybe he should tone it down.
"I⌠I was a horrible person, and I wish I could take back all the things I said, but I can't, and I'm sorry. I'm truly sorry. And I know a simple sorry won't fix everything, so..."
He went over to the desk and picked up the box with the silver hummingbird inside.
"I want to give you this. I hope you like it."
Okay, practice over. Heâs better off winging it. He truly regretted how he acted, so regardless of how the apology goes, hopefully, you can see that he's being genuine.
He sighed.
Hopefully.
The next day came quicker than expected. He spent the entire night preparing, and by the time the morning came, he was exhausted.
But it was okay because soon, he'd be able to see you and, hopefully, make amends.
Panic didnât set in until he caught sight of you at your locker, picking out your books.
The moment his eyes landed on you, his heart started to race. His throat went dry, and his hands got clammy.
This is it, he thoughtâall or nothing.
He took a deep breath.
Here goes.
"Excuse me," he started. His voice sounded shaky, but he ignored it. He had to stay confident and pretend he wasnât nervous.
You turned to him, and the moment your eyes met his, he swore he could feel his heart stop.
Those eyes⌠full of utter shock and surprise. You were really caught off guard. And he was, too, because not a single word was uttered from his lips.
"Um," you cleared your throat. "Hey, Todoroki," you smiled at him. You seemed hesitant, and honestly, who could blame you? He had never really been nice to you.
"I was just heading to class, but uh," you rubbed the back of your neck. "Did you⌠did you need something?"
The question made him snap back into reality.
He was still speechless, so to fix the awkward atmosphere, he decided just to hand you the basket.
You were obviously confused. Your brows were furrowed, and you stared at the present like it was some foreign object.
"What's this?"
"It's a gift."
Your confusion didn't fade. In fact, it was almost replaced with concern.
"For... me?"
Oh, for the love ofâŚ, snap out of it, Shoto!
He shook his head.
"Yes, for you," he handed you the gift, and when you held it, he couldnât stop his heart from skipping a beat. "IâŚ"
He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck.
"Look, I'm... I'm sorry. For everything."
You just stared at him blankly, and for a moment, Shoto felt the panic rise. What if you didnât forgive him?
You were quiet for a while, and his nervousness only grew. He decided to try again.
"You were just trying to be friends, and all I did was push you away. I was so⌠rude and cold, and you didnât deserve any of that. You were just trying to be kind. So, I wanted to make it up to you. I wanted to do something nice and show you how deeply apologetic I am."
Silence.
He didn't know what to say anymore, so he continued, hoping he wasn't making a bigger mess than what it was.
"I also, uh, got you this," he pulled out the case from inside his uniform. With the way you were silent the entire time, he was starting to think you wouldnât accept the gift.
So, the moment your hand reached out to grab the box, he was relieved to know you were willing to listen.
"I know itâs not your original, but it's the closest I could find. And, well, it's the least I could do, considering how I acted."
When you opened the box, he could see the way your eyes lit up. He was so nervous about this, so scared that you wouldnât like it, but the way you smiled proved him wrong.
And that smile. Oh, that smile.
He caused that smile. Instead of stealing it away or making it go away, he made it appear.
"Todoroki, I," you were speechless. Utterly speechless, he could tell by the way you looked up at him.
You were trying to find the right words, and honestly, he didnât blame you. He was in a similar situation.
"You didnât have to get me this," you said, a bright smile on your face. You were holding the hummingbird gently like it was a precious object. "I probably would've forgiven you even if you didnât get me anything."
Wait, was that a yes?
Was that a yes?!
Shoto could feel the corners of his lips twitch. He felt himself smiling.
"Thank you," you continued, still holding the hummingbird carefully. "It means a lot to me. I appreciate the effort you put into this. And, um, thank you for the apology. I really needed to hear it. Honestly, I thought I did something wrong, so I'm glad that wasnât the case."
You laughed a bit, and even if he was confused about why you were laughing at all, he was relieved that you were accepting his apology.
"You did nothing wrong," he told you. "I was the one who messed up. I have issues, but that's not an excuse to be a jerk."
You smiled again, and he noticed the way you fiddled with the box. It was clear you wanted to attach the hairclip.
"I can⌠um, help you with that if you want."
The instant nod from you was enough for him to grab it delicately from the box, and when he did, you turned around.
It was a really pretty clip, and it suited you. Whoever originally gave it to you clearly had great taste.
It took a second, but he finally placed it into your hair. When you turned back around, he nodded in approval.
"You look nice," he told you.
"Thank you."
There was a pause.
"Um, did you, uh, want to sit together during lunch? I mean, you don't have to if you don't want to, but I thought I'd ask."
The amount of joy he suddenly felt was unexplainable. You were accepting him, and it was the most amazing thing he had ever experienced.
"Yeah, sure," he nodded. "That sounds nice."
Mission make up with you: success.
The guilt of everything still lingered, and he would have to apologize to everyone else as well, but that could be done later.
Right now, all that mattered was his new friend. A friend that shouldâve been his a long time ago.
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thinking about being fuck buddies with dabiâŚ
⢠knowing that the way he treats you is wrong. the way he only contacts you in the middle of the night, otherwise pretending you donât exist. itâs all wrong.
⢠you never decline his offers though, showing up after you showered, getting all dolled up for him.
⢠thereâs just something so special about the way he pounds into you, trying all sorts of positions to get himself off.
⢠pent up rage? heâll take it out on you. heâs not one for being gentle, hardly putting your needs before his.
⢠on occasion he will invite you over just to lazily lap at your pussy while he buries his fingers deep inside you. he enjoys the view, looovees seeing how your body reacts to him, writhing from the littlest touches.
⢠you know there are no strings attached, and heâs def just using you for sex. thereâs just something about the way he talks to you, the way he calls you names like âpretty little slutâ and âdirty girlâ. you canât say no to him.
OMGGG this has been driving me absolutely insane đŤ anyways goodnight!!
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Caught!!
wordcount - 704
Paring - Katsuki Bakugo x reader
Some quick fluff for you to enjoy while I write something big!!
After hanging out with your secret boyfriend Bakugo it's finally time for him to leave but just as he's leaving someone spots him.
A nest of blankets and pillows had formed around you and your boyfriend Bakugo. The two of you had been lounging in bed together tangled for hours, unfortunately your time together was about to be cut. You glanced at the clock, hazily blinking from the sleepiness your boyfriendâs arms brought you. âKats look at the time, you gotta go.â You said with a slight frown on your face.
He hummed in acknowledgment and lifted his head from your shoulder to look at you with a sigh. Usually you would let him spend the night and make sure he left early enough to not get caught, but you had early combat training and that left no opportunity for him to leave. You two had been dating for a couple months now and had decided to keep it a secret because, as Katsuki had said it, âthose dumbasses would be annoying and never shut up about itâ.
He stroked your hair as he gave you a kiss on the cheek. He untangled himself from you and got up with a groan. Glancing at the clock he let out another sigh. âStupid fucking early training..â He said with a slight growl and threw a quick mad expression before giving you a warm smile.You wrapped your arms around him and squeezed tightly while he sat on the edge of your bed as a final goodbye before he left.Â
You walked out and opened the door to let him out with a frown once again. Just outside your door frame Bakugo turned around to face you with a smirk, leaning in for a kiss he was interrupted by the neighboring door opening. âBakubro..? What are you doing here?â A look of anger spread across your boyfriendâs face as he whipped his head to face the fiery redhead, well his hair wasnât so red at the moment. Red tips of his hair hung in front of his eyes while his roots were a color more similar to your boyfriendâs.Â
Behind him stumbled out Mina who let out a gasp. âWhat are YOU doing with raccoon eyes??â Bakugo said loud enough for it to be a yell but not loud enough to wake the others. Kirishima scratched the back of his and let out a small chuckle. Mina finally pushed past him as her eyes widened, as pointed at you two looking back and forth. âSTOP IT UNLESS YOU WANNA DIEâ Little explosions formed from Bakugoâs hands as Mina cowarded back and behind Kiri.Â
âCalm down Mina helps me dye my hair the redâs not natural, keep that a secret.â Kirishima let out another chuckle and a smile spread across his face. âNow explain to us whatâs going on here!!â Mina yelled, peeking her head out from behind. Bakugo let out a scoff and rolled his eyes. You grabbed onto your boyfriendâs arm to calm him down in any way, doing this makes him soften his expression just a bit.
âYou caught us!! Weâre dating but please donât tell anyone.â You said while peeking your head out the door frame with an embarrassed look. Bakugoâs eyes widen while he turns his head to face you. The two others with you let out a gasp. âOh MY GOSH GIRL WHY DIDNâT YOU TELL ME??â Mina whisper yelling, running over to you. An arm was quickly put out to keep distance. âBecause we knew you would act like this, ya damn weirdo.â Bakugo said with another scoff. Mina rolled his eyes at him.
âWell since we both know each otherâs secret so I donât see why we would tell anyone.â Kirishima interjected trying to keep the peace. He grabbed Mina and pulled her back with a sigh. âWe gotta finish my hair..Sorry guys!!â He said while the two walked off in the direction of the elevators. You and Bakugo look at each other with a little confusion while letting out a small laugh. âIf he tells anyone Iâll kill him.â You lightly hit his arm for saying that. As he walked away to head to his dorm you let out a small smile. It was good to finally tell someone about your secret relationship, even if you get teased over it.
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[patiently waits for fanfics, headcannons, imagines, etc about giulio gandini]
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âBakugou Katsuki !â
You canât help but giggle when you hear heavy footsteps making their way to your bed.
âFuck what is it ?!â
His hair is a mess, his sweatpants were untied and fell a little loose showing off his Calvin Klein boxers (that he models for), and his shirt was also lifted a little with slight wrinkles, but nothing beat the expression on his face.
âYouâre so cute.â
His body relaxes once he realizes you were just teasing him, he walks over to you before pressing his entire body weight against you.
âKatsâ !!â You canât help but laugh as you try pushing him off. âYou know youâre heavy !â
He ignores you, yawning into the bed so you decided to tug on his hair earning a soft groan from him.
He looks up at you in silence.
âYou donât like it hm?â
You watch him with curious eyes as he presses his face into your thighs causing you to flinch at the sudden contact of his teeth.
â
âYeah but you do.â
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leather cushions â touya hates the couch in the living room, but somehow you have him sitting on them every second of the day.
word count : 6.7k | MINORS DNI
CW / TW : date gone wrong comfort fic-ish, fuck boy!keigo, sexual pressure, roommate!touya, sweet sex. repost from old blog. <3.
âdonât be a fucking idiot.â you hear your best friend yell over his shoulder from his seat on the couch that doesnât belong to you nor him but somehow made its way into the apartment that the two of you share.
âi donât think thatâs something you can call someone who has a higher iq than you do.â you laugh back, expecting his usual disgusted face that you usually get when you poke at him. instead youâre met with a death glare from over his arm that slung over the back of the couch. something you physically react to, which earns a scoff from him as he turns back to the tv.
âif youâre so smart, youâd know heâs just going to try and fuck you.â
you know touyaâs just trying to look out for you, in his own stupid way. and you also know that keigo doesnât have the best reputation when it came to relationships. not that most girls minded, because that one night with him was seemingly enough for most of them, that is until he stopped replying to their messages the next day.
but you also know that touya is no better than keigo is. so even if all the things keigo has filled your head with in the past two weeks is bullshit. that all the sweet texts and late night phone calls were all empty nothings, then at least you can say you tried something new. instead of sitting in your room doing all you can to muffle the sound of your roommate fucking some randomâs throat on that same couch.
âdonât call me to pick you up when he starts being a fucking creep,â he stretches his tattooed arms, not bothering to look back at you. âiâm having bitch over, so iâll be busy.â
âbecause itâs so hard for you to get up from a blowjob?â you say nonchalantly, slipping your jacket off the hook and onto your body.
âexactly.â he glances up at you again when you reach for the door, only making eye contact for a second, that permanently bored look etched on his face as his eyes drag down your body, before he snaps his head back to his phone. âyou can fuck off now, sheâll be here soon.â
you can only sigh before securing your shoes on your feet and leaving out the door, being met with the bright smile and even brighter red car that both belong to keigo takami. you watch as he pushes himself off his car, phone shoved into his pocket, freeing both of his hands to rest at your waist.
âyou look..â he starts, eyes dragging down between the two of you before meeting yours again, that pretty grin never once leaving his face. âgod, do i feel underdressed.â
âstop it.â you shake your head, resting your hands against his chest thatâs adorned with a tight black t-shirt, fingers playing with the gold chain that rests on top of it. âi think you look great how you are.â
âoh, you think?â he asks, eyebrows raised.
âi think.â you confirm, letting go of the pendant and tapping his chest. âyou ready to go?â
âi thought we could just stand here for the rest of the night.â
playfully, you swat at his chest, laughing when he lets out the fakest of groans, clutching his chest dramatically. once he finally ârecoversâ, he opens the passenger door of his car for you, letting you settle inside before closing it behind you and jogging over to the driver's side.
the rest of the night seems to go just as good. with him as chivalrous, just as sweet; he lets you play whatever you want on the aux, even nodding along with it, though thereâs no way in hell heâs ever actually heard half of the songs that you play. heâd opened all your doors for you, pulled out your chair at the restaurant, and of course paid for your food despite the way you insisted you could pay for it on your own.
âeverything tonight is my treat,â he smiled for the umpteenth time, something that youâve found to be progressively harder to deny; something so sweet that it distracts you from the possible venom behind the next words that fall from his mouth. âyou can always pay me back another time.â
itâs fine after that even, or it seems to be. after dinner, he insists on ice cream. the desert menu at the restaurant was just a bit too pricey for either of your liking, so the local mom and popâs shop would suffice, if not exceed the fifteen dollar small plate of chocolate cake that you couldâve had.
âit feels so good out tonight.â you hear him say, one arm resting around your frame. âwe should drive around and eat.â
the breeze does have plenty of warmth to it, so much that you actually ditched your jacket. you agree without much thought, smiling and leaning into his sturdy frame. as the line moves up. he starts chatting you up about one of the bands you played on the ride over, going on about how every other song seemed to be by them. the two of you talk music until youâre back in his car, then youâre having to struggle to eat because he just won't stop making you laugh.
youâre so caught up in the charm that you don't even notice whenever he pulls into the empty parking lot and rolls the windows down before he kills the engine.
âyouâre so easy to talk to.â he rests his head back on the seat, before rolling it over to look at you. âthanks for hanging out with me.â
you can feel warmth creep on your cheeks as you play in the last bits of your now melted ice cream.
âwhy wouldnât i?â
he laughs, raising an eyebrow. âi don't really see you hanging out with anyone.â he shrugs, glancing down to the cold cup thatâs still nearly full in his hand.
âwell, iâll have you know,â you furrow your eyebrows playfully. âi hang out with my roommate whenever weâre in the living room at the same time, and thatâs at least twice a week.â
you can feel yourself soften into the seat at the sound of his soft laugh, warmth blooming in your chest when his deep dimples show in the dim light from the parking lot.
he stares at you for just a moment, golden eyes glancing down to your lips back up to meet yours again. he leans in without another word, meeting your lips with his own and you can taste the vanilla ice cream on his tongue before he even slides it into your mouth.
his free hand comes up to cup your nape, fingers digging into your skin to pull you deeper into the kiss,
âdâyou wanna get in the back seat?â he nods behind him as if you needed to know where it was.
âactually, keigo.. i donât want-â
âfuck!â he jumps back, pulling at the crotch of his pants to keep the now spilled cold and runny ice cream from touching his skin.
âholy shit how did you-â
âis- i gotta- fuck, itâs gonna stain.â
you canât help but laugh at the whine in his voice at the idea of his precious khaki pants staining with white, his head snaps over to you struggling to hide the sound.
âyou think this is funny?â his eyes widen, as he looks back down to the mess in his lap. âi gotta go change.â
he starts the car again, one hand still holding the material off his skin the best he can manage as he maneuvers his way back to the big blue house with unreadable greek letters on the front. you find that itâs quiet, light chatting coming from the living room, and some gun fire playing off the tv, but not much other than that.
âyou can come and wait in my room if youâd like, iâm just gonna shower.â he motions his free hand up the stairs, smiling when you start padding behind him.
another thing that catches you off guard is how clean his room is. not that he comes off as a dirty kind of guy, and itâs not like any of the rumours about him ever included his decor choices, but it was just so neat. no clutter, no cups, not even a sock hanging out of his laundry basket.
letting yourself fall onto his perfectly made bed, and almost instantly regretting it when the comforter wrinkles underneath you, you finally check your phone, finding messages from your roommate you must've missed the vibrations from over twenty minutes ago.
stinky bastard: | hows it going? |
stinky bastard: | not that i give a shit |
you nearly snort at the time stamps, how they were sent within the same minute and all you can think about is how fast he tried to recover from showing that he does in fact give a shit.
sent: | thought you were busy? |
after you press send, you lock your phone. it had been nearly half an hour ago since he sent that, so if he wasnât then, he most likely is now. youâre most likely not going to get another reply for another thirty min- ding.
stinky bastard: | dont avoid my fuckin question |
stinky bastard: | but iâm getting my dick sucked as we speak |
sent: | make sure you clean the couch this time when youâre done |
stinky bastard: | spit that has been on my balls is an upgrade for this couch |
you audibly laugh at that, remembering all the times heâd be in his boxers, and youâd catch him walking from the bathroom with a wet rag about to wipe up the mess left on the couch seat, mumbling about how he should just âthrow the fuckinâ thing out.â as if the two of you could afford a new one.
sent: | what do you have against the poor couch? |
stinky bastard: | a lot, actually. |
you hover your thumbs over the keyboard, shaking your head at your roommate and his imaginary beef with the inanimate object before the sound of the shower turning off catches your attention, but another buzz brings you back to your phone.
stinky bastard: | he being a creep yet? |
sent: | touya, no |
you stand, though youâre not really sure why. tapping the corners of your phone, you walk mindlessly over to the dresser, glancing up at your reflection before turning to lean against it.
stinky bastard: | sheâs not too good so i could come get you if you needed |
sent: | iâm fine, touya |
âsorry,â you hear keigo apologize as he enters the room. âi forgot to grab some clothes.â
you look up to see him draped only in a white towel, one thatâs tied loosely around his waist, looking like itâs going to fall any second as he closes the door behind him. heat creeps itâs way back up into your cheeks and youâre sure you look insane with how wide your eyes have gotten.
âdonât worry, iâll go get dressed in the bathroom.â he laughs, no doubt trying to put your crazy expression at ease.
âright, yeah.â you mumbled, nodding, trying to look anywhere but at his toned chest, or at the way the water was still dripping from his hair down to the dips of his sculpted stomach, or even at the line of dirty blonde hair that leads below the towel to only god- and twenty something girls on campus- know what.
you feel him before you realize that heâs actually there. standing in front of you smirking as he looks down at you, and you can feel the heat off of his body, for a second you just stand there wondering if heâs always that warm or if the warmth of the shower is still sticking to him.
âyou know,â his hands find themselves on your waist once again, his head tilted down as he leans his lips to brush against yours. âif you didnât want me to put any clothes on, you couldâve said that.â
you gasp when you realise where youâve come to stand and that youâre quite literally blocking the man from putting anything on.
âiâm sorry, i-â
he shushes you, nudging you to look up at him with his nose.
âitâs okay,â his voice is soft, then same as his lips as they press against yours once again. slowly, you ease into it, just like you did before. but the weight of his hands feel heavy, like sandpaper against your skin as they dip under your clothes and drag against your skin
his mouth makes itâs way from your own down to your chin, where he leaves open kisses against your neck. âiâd just end up taking them back off anyways.â
you feel him part your legs with his knee, hands gripping into your softness to pull you closer to him, to control your movements as he tries to get you to grind down against him.
âkeigo, i donât-â a sound escapes you at the worst possible moment when he starts to suck on the sensitive spot at the base of your neck. and the sound of his voice, soft and condensing in your ear makes you want the floor to swallow you whole.
âsounds like you do to me.â
you push at his chest to no avail, his sturdy body locking you into his own.
âkeigo-â you groan as the uncomfortable feeling of him sucking your skin between his teeth. âplease,â you plead, though youâre not even sure heâs listening. âstop.â
âiâm sorry,â he pulls back finally, leaning his forehead against your own, one of his hands coming to tilt your chin up, forcing you to look into his eyes. âyouâre just so pretty.â
âthank you, keigo, iâm just-â you can feel the shake in your voice as you speak and your face grows hotter when you know he can hear it.
âwhatâs wrong, dove?â
youâre sure if the situation wasnât what it was, that pet name would make your heart soar.
âiâm not comfortable.â you admit, hoping he would drop all of it so that you could go back to the light hearted conversations that started the night.
âright.â he nods, pulling back slowly. âthe bedâs probably better anyways.â that smile plasters itself back on his face and you feel your heart sink into your stomach when he tugs you by your wrist with him.
you thank whatever deity is out there watching over you when a crash downstairs stops him in his tracks. though the feeling of relief is quickly washed away with the grip he still holds on you and look on his face as snaps his head over to the door with naked anger, the cracks of his nice guy facade stripping down.
âyou canât fucking go up there!â
a slam follows the shout, and another after that.
âwatch me.â
thereâs heavy steps up the stairs, sounds that echo through the otherwise quiet house. just as keigo begins to let go of you, to approach the door to his room, it swings open and your roommate stands at the entryway staring back at you.
âcan i help you?â keigo chimes in, stepping in front of you, trying to break eye contact between you two.
ânah, piss stain, you canât.â touya quickly retorts, not sparing him a look, still eyeing you over the shorter manâs shoulder.
âwhat are you doing here?â you blink, words barely above a whisper but you know they both hear you.
âyou didnât text me back.â he shrugs.
âweâre busy.â keigo makes it a point to adjust his towel slightly before looking back over his shoulder with a smirk. âisnât that right?â
you canât miss how touyaâs lip ring twitches, a habit heâs picked up when heâs trying to bite his tongue.
âno,â you let out meekly, bumping shoulders with the blonde as you walked past him, hoping touyaâs presence would spare you from another bruising grab at your wrist, and lucky you, it does. âwe werenât.â
you miss the deathly glare they give one another, but you do turn around in time to catch a glimpse of keigoâs back tattoo as he throws his phone into the mattress. you think about how all the other girls described the wings to be so beautiful, how his muscles flexing only added to the serene scene, and now you start to wonder if any other part of their stories were just as fabricated.
âthank you.â you sigh as you lean your head against his back, hands wrapped firmly around his waist as he moves to start the bikeâs engine.
âi wasnât doing anything anyways.â you feel him shrug before he hits the kickstand with this boot and heads out onto the street.
thereâs something comforting about being this close to touya, despite how just minutes ago you felt like you needed to scrub your body clean and you never wanted to be less than two feet away from anyone ever again. the way touya relaxes under you, how he breathes calmly despite being on a two wheel death machine, the smell of his three in one clinging to his skin, it makes you want to fall asleep right there. and you almost do, if not for the, again, two wheeled death machine.
he doesnât say anything when the two of you make it back to the apartment, or whenever you get out of the shower, he leaves your favorite snacks on the counter without even asking if you wanted them. and when you come into the living room, you find him in his spot on the corner of the couch with the fuzzy blanket of his that you always threaten to steal right next to him.
you sit down, taking the blanket and wrapping yourself in it. two of you sit in silence for a while, save the sound of you digging into the plastic that holds your snacks and the show that play quietly on the tv. but thereâs not much that you can really find the energy to say. slowly, you start to lean into his warmth, thankfully humming whenever he drops his arm around your shoulder to pull you into his chest.
âiâll kick his teeth in if you want me to.â he whispers against the crown of your head.
you breathe a laugh out, shaking your head.
âor i could get some money off my old man and pay someone else to do it.â he rubs your arm slowly, his warm hands, as callous as they are, feel like silk as they brush against you. âsince you care too much about me getting into trouble.â
you let out a small giggle out that time, a weak smile creeping up on your face.
âand why would you think that?â
you know your voice sounds broken, that all the crying you did in the shower took its toll and that it would be obvious now, but with touya, you canât find a reason to care.
âbecause i know you.â he leans his cheek against your head, pulling you a little closer to his side. âyou care too much about everything.â
you sigh, relaxing further into his hold.
âyou think thatâs why i wanted to go with him?â you ask, not really expecting an answer. ââcause if everything he said was true, if he really meant all the sweet things he said to me-â
âyou thought it would hurt his feelings.â you feel touyaâs head shake slowly. âguys like that donât even have feelings.â
âyou donât have feelings either though.â you joke, looking up at him whenever you feel his weight lift off of you.
youâre met with those bright blue eyes looking back into yours.
âand what makes you think that?â
your breath catches in your throat when you realise how close the two of you are, how much different it all is with him compared to the piece of shit youâd been with earlier.
âall the girls you have over..â you start but the sight of him twitching his lip ring catches your train of thought and you canât find any words to finish the sentence.
âthey come willingly.â he states, brows furrowing like heâs thinking over his words. âbut i guess i donât feel anything with them,â he rolls his head back towards the tv, lip rings swinging back and forth before he speaks again. ânot unless i picture them as you.â
your mind swims with too many thoughts to even begin to process what he could mean by that.
âiâm not some kind of fucking creep, and i wouldnât try anything after the shit youâve been through tonight, i just,â he throws his head back on the couch staring up at he ceiling as he sighs. âi donât know why the fuck i opened my mouth.â
âtouya,â you squeeze your eyes closed, letting out a deep breath before you move, pushing yourself up to straddle his lap. he doesnât move an inch, not even to pick his head up to look at you when you settle there. and he probably would just stay like that if you didnât physically pick up his head and force him to look at you. âwhat the fuck are you saying?â
he just blinks at you for a moment, those pretty eyes searching for something in yours. you can feel his pulse under your fingertips, his soft, warm skin thumping slightly under your touch.
âi donât have feelings,â he sighs, leaning his cheek into your palm, eyes still focused on you. ânot until it comes to you.â
you open your mouth to speak, but the words leak out of your brain before you can form any kind of sentence with them.
âi canât say sweet shit to make you like me, or take you to nice ass resturants with those fancy fucking forks,â you start to panic when your heart beats against your chest, afraid that heâll be able to feel it aswell. âbut i sit on this stupid ass couch all fucking day, waiting for you to come in here and talk to me because youâre the only person who makes me feel anything.â
âtouya..â
âand i let you go on that date with that fucker knowing damn well how fucking sick he is-â
âtouya.â you interrupt, thumbs running over the highs of his cheeks.
he closes his mouth, blinking at you, waiting for whatever else you wanted to say, though heâd be fine if you just said his name again and again until time ended.
âkiss me.â
and he listens, slowly he leans down, giving you every chance to push him away, to tell him nevermind, that you didnât actually want him to. but it never comes, instead you lean forward, still cradling his face in your hands as your lips mesh with his. itâs soft, slow, each move of your lips against his feels so full of purpose, so full of feeling.
cautiously, like youâre a wild bunny going to jump from his lap at any second, he rests his hands at your sides, just feeling your body above him. only resting the weight of them fully when you start humming happily into his mouth at the contact.
his hands feel warm and light against your skin, setting your ablaze under every inch that they trail over. you melt into him, you go to move your hands from his face, to find perch in his hair or on his shoulders to pull yourself closer to him, but they donât get far off his cheeks before heâs capturing your wrists and keeping them there.
âdonât,â he warns when you pull back to speak. âjust donât.â
you laugh, leaning back in only to be stopped.
ânot here,â he shakes his head, still keeping your hands attached to his face. ânot on this stupid fucking couch.â
you lean your head back in laughter, something that brings a small smile onto touyaâs face, something only you can do. a moment later, heâs dragging you to the door of his room and leading you in. the hold he has on you is loose, giving you every chance to pull away but you continue to follow him.
he walks over to change the color of his led lights, letting you linger behind him and take in the sight of his room. itâs a little messy, with things thrown here and there, but not too bad where you canât walk or see his floor. surprisingly enough it smells good, like pine and a campfire.
âstop looking at my mess.â he mumbles coming back to you, pulling your hands back up to his face.
âbut, i like your mess.â you say back, watching as his white teeth peek from behind his lips, reflecting the dark blue light in a way that makes your heart skip a few beats.
âyouâre crazy, you know that?â he shakes his head, ducking down to pull you into another kiss, the two of you stumbling blindly until the back of your legs meet his bed and you fall out of his hold and on your back.
âthen what does that make you?â you breath as you prop yourself up on your elbows, watching him as he picks up your thighs and shoves you farther on his bed.
âif youâre crazy, iâm in-fucking-sane.â
he peels his shirt off by the bottom hem, exposing his tattooed stomach that you canât remember if youâve ever paid attention to before. his hands fall just above your shoulders as he leans down over you, nudging you chin with his nose in a way that sends a shiver down your spine. the feeling of his lips dragging up the column of your neck making heat start to pool in your stomach. you whine out something adjacent to his name as he starts to pepper kisses along your collarbone, and you can feel the comforter underneath you tighten with his fist.
a shaky breath is let out against your skin before he pulls himself back up to look into your eyes, resting his against yours and you canât help but press your lips against his again despite that he definitely was about to say something. when you pull back, his eyes are closed and heâs nearly panting against your lips.
âyou sure about this?â his eyes flutter open to look for your response, one that comes in a nod.
âsay it for me.â he whispers, so softly that youâre sure if your bodies werenât pressed together you wouldnât have been able to hear it.
âi want you, touya.â
and his lips are on yours again, soft and sweet in a way that is anything but touya, but just like him all the same. the kiss is passionate, deep enough to pull sounds from your throat and make you completely dizzy. so much so that you wouldnât even have noticed when he has started to pull your shirt off if he didnât ask for permission before he did it, same with your shorts, and every other piece of clothing that you had left.
with each one he strips off of you, he presses kisses to the spot that the fabric had left bare for him, first your stomach, then the top of your thigh, followed by your sternum, then your hips. each press of his lips against your sensitive skin leaves you more eager, fills your stomach with want, and no doubt is leaving you with a mess of arousal between your thighs, waiting for him to finally touch you where you wanted him most.
you groan at the thought of his fingers, the silver that is somehow cold against his burning skin as they graze down your sides, and squeeze at the soft of your thighs. and gasp at the feeling of his lips, soft and also adored with cool metal as he kisses from your navel up to your throat.
âwhat is it?â he mumbles into your skin. âhm, baby?â his lips find their way to your ear, words hot against the shell of it.
âi wanna feel you, touya.â you whisper, hands reaching around his shoulder to hold him against you.
âbut iâm all over you, doll.â he tskâs back, obviously wanting you to be more clear with what youâre asking for.
âi want to feel you inside of me, touya.â you can feel your cheeks heat with the blunt words but you canât find a reason to care, not if itâll lead you to finally seeing how far his fingers can reach.
âoh, is that all?â he lets out a shaky laugh, fake confidence starting to crack as he shifts his weight onto one of his forearms, looking between your face and his hand that traces down the curves of your body until it meets with the apex of your thighs.
âyou just tell me when to stop.â he whispers before kissing you, leaving himself hovering just above your lips.
his middle finger comes to slide along your slit, up to meet your clit with a few experimental circles around it. it draws a gasp from your lips, the feeling of the tip of it prodding at your entrance enough to force another out of you.
âdid you hear me?â he asks, voice still soft.
you nod in response, not trusting your voice when youâre so doped out on the promise of ecstasy. but, clearly that wasnât the right answer, you notice as he pulls his hand from your heat to rub at your thigh.
âi heard you, touya.â you whine out. âiâll tell you when i want you to stop, i swear, please just fucking touch me.â
and again, he listening to your plead, fingers instantly finding their way back to your cunt. the tip of his middle finger starting to prod against your entrance, his lips making their way to your jaw as he starts to press in, his ear as close to your mouth as he could get it without being completely obvious.
pretty little gasps tumble from your lips as he starts a rhythm with it, pushing it all the way into the knuckle, letting you feel the cool metal against your cunt before he pulls back out, turning his wrist as he does so. you have his finger completely soaked by the second time he does this, which only motivates him to give you-
âmore.â you whimper desperately.
he adds another, turning his wrist so he can press his fingertips up against that soft wall that has you letting out even sweeter, louder sounds. each flick of his hand has you seeing stars, the knot of pleasure in your stomach starting to fray away already, and each sound you tumble out, each pulse of your walls around his digits, has him grinding harder into the mattress below you.
âwait, wait, wait-â you say with no real urgency, cursing yourself of shaving off your high.
he retreats from your body immediately, leaning up on his knees so that he wasnât touching you at all.
âyou okay? did i hurt you?â he puts his hands up, making it easy for you to grab them and pull him back on top of you before he tries to slip off the bed completely.
you shake your head to answer his question as he eases himself back over you.
âi said i wanted to feel you, touya.â
you can see even in the dim blue light how his eyes widen the slightest bit, the way his mouth parts and you can feel the way his hands twitch again into the blanket by your head.
âyeah?â his voice is shaky, breathier than before. âis that really what you want?â
âmhm,â you hum back, feeling secure with him, knowing that with touya, this was safe, you were safe. âi want you, touya.â
âfuck,â he pulls himself from you, reaching over and digging through his nightsand drawer for god knows what before returning back to you with a shiny package that he bites and tears with his teeth. âyou just tell me-â
âwhen to stop;â you finish for him. âi know, i will.â
he smirks down at you as he tugs the top of his boxers down, not missing the way your eyes dart down to catch sight of the size of him. and god does he revel in the way you lick your lips at the way his cock slaps up against his stomach. your eyes flutter between his face and the way he slowly unrolls the condom down the length of him.
âcan i?â you ask, not expecting to hear the groan thatâs only muffled by the way he bites his lip.
after he nods, hand retreating from his cock, letting it slap back up against his belly button, you lean up on your forearm, reaching to wrap around it and work the condom down just the tiniest bit faster. you canât help but try to savour the sweet seconds that his hips jump forward towards your fist, or the way the curve of it feels against your palm. you regret not dragging it out longer because the second it seems to be completely unrolled, heâs pushing your shoulder back into the bed.
âsuch a tease.â you hum against his lips, one arm coming to rub his shoulders, the other cradling the back of his head. you mimic the feeling of his smile against your mouth, but it only lasts for a moment. the feeling of him rubbing the tip of his cock along your slit enough to make your face drop with pleasure. he takes his time, circling your clit with it before sliding it down to your entrance to push in the smallest bit before pulling his hips back again and repeating the motion all over.
âând iâm the te-â you try to huff, only to be cut off by touya finally pushing past the head into your warmth. even with just a few shallow strokes, you can feel him pressing up against your most sensitive spots.
âwere you saying somethinâ?â he laughs above you, watching your face in awe as your eyes roll back with each cant forward of his hips. âcâmon,â you hear his voice become breathy once again. âlet me hear you.â
and without a second thought, you let your lips part, each sound falling from your throat without a care. you mind too focus on the way his cock stretches you, how the tip of him presses so perfectly against your g-spot, how full he makes you feel and he hasnât even fully bottomed out.
ââso goodâ you whimper out as he drags his hips back once again, the slow, sensual pace making it even harder to work your brain.
he drops down closer to you, lips against your own like he wanted to taste every moan you made.
ââs good, baby?â he asks softly, hips stuttering for a second but never once losing their gentle pace.
âmhm,â you attempt to hum, a moan making you drag out the âmâ longer than you intended. âfeel so good, touya.â
his head drops to your shoulder where he leaves open mouth kisses that only make the feeling in your stomach ten times hotter. it makes you roll your hips up into his desperately, trying to get some friction against your clit, wanting just to get over the edge.
âslow down,â he warns, grabbing your hip with one of his big palms. âif you- fuck-â his hips fall flush with your own when your walls start to grip around him, which makes both of you let out ugly noises simountaliously. âtell me what you need.â
âmy clit, i just-â you pant, trying again to roll your hips without any luck. âplease, please, i need it.â
not a second later is his hand off your waist and his thumb is stuck to your clit, rubbing perfect circles against it that send warmth spilling out of your cheeks and sending it all down to your cunt. he starts his hips again, the extra stimulation almost sending you over already if your throbbing walls and shaking thighs were anything to go by.
âgonna cum with me?â he asks, knowing your far too gone to answer. âweâre almost there, baby.â
his pace becomes sloppier, faster, but never rougher, the sound of his balls sticking against your ass with each deep thrust he gives mixes with the desperate, pathetically needy sounds fill the room as you both start to feel the static spread through your veins, white and blue heat shooting into your vision and making your body spasm together.
it takes both of you a minute to move, to do anything other than hold one another and try to calm your breathing. but once you both finally come down, touya is pulling himself from you with a groan, face full of disgust as he pulls off the condom and ties it. squeezing it just the slightest bit in front of you so that you both could be sure there were no complications with the rubber. you throw your arm over your eyes as touya walks out to the room and flicks on the light to what has to be the bathroom. you donât even move when he returns, just letting him take the warm wash cloth and clean you up before he retreats out of the room once again.
âaht aht.â he shakes your leg when he returns, sweats hanging low on his hips. âlike hell weâre sleeping in here.â
you would laugh at him were it not for how sleepy you actually were.
âbut âm tired.â you mumble, rolling over into his pillow.
âit smells like balls in here. lets go to your room.â he offers, gently pulling you up off his mattress.
âso your room canât smell like balls, but the living room can?â you roll your head against him, letting him hold the majority of your weight as he leads you to your room.
âexactly.â
âgross.â you retort as he sits you on the edge of your bed. âhey, touya.â
âhey, baby.â he responds back, pulling someoneâs shirt over your head.
âwhy did you bring all those girls over here if you liked me?â
the shirt smells like him, you decide.
âbecause iâm an idiot.â
you nod, not paying any mind to the way he scoffs at the action.
âand why did you always do stuff with them on the couch?â
âbecause thatâs where i always see you,â his hands come to lay on your shoulders as he pulls you back off the mattress. âit was easiest to picture you when we were out there.â
he pulls down your comforter and helps you ease back into the bed, handling you like glass the entire time.
âi guess that makes sense.â you sigh into the pillow, eyes still closed as he lets himself into your bed.
âit doesnât.â
you donât waste a second before laying on his chest, not that he doesnât welcome you by wrapping his arms around you immediately.
âoh and touya,â you start again, making his heart race. thinking it'd be another question about the girls he continued to bring over like an idiot.
âyou think we can get rid of the couch now?â
you can feel the vibration of his laugh from where you lay, and sleepily, you half smile at it.
âwhere am i gonna sit to talk to you then?â he answers with a question of his own.
âright here.â you pat his bare abdomen, fingers moving on their own the moment after to trace the dips of his muscle.
âi dunno,â he sucks in a breath. âwe had our first kiss there, it has sentimental value now.â
you raise up quickly from where you lay to snap your head up at him, though itâs probably less intimidating because it takes you a moment to actually open up your eyes.
âkidding.â he assures, pulling you back onto him by your shoulder. âi can always steal some money from my old man for a new one.â
âand we can pick the new one together?â you ask with a yawn.
âwhatever you want, angel.â he hums, kissing the crown of your head. âjust, no more leather cushions.â
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